I'm with the white moonlight of the mackerel

Thinking of this, I took out a ring from my pocket.

Simple patterns were outlined on the platinum ring, the most conspicuous of which was the kite-colored gemstone inlaid on it that resembled Osamu Dazai's eyes.

I saw this gemstone during a gemstone transaction. At that time, I liked it at first sight and bought it out of my own pocket.

I originally wanted to give this to that guy as a birthday present, but I didn't expect that Mr. Mori was assassinated later, and Dazai became the leader.

After becoming the leader, Dazai saw me, and said that he was already the leader, and everything in the Port Mafia belonged to him, including me.

I have never denied it, but this gift has never been given out.

We have known each other for seven years since we were 15, and we have been in a relationship for four years.

Even though he only mentioned making me the leader's wife when I first came back, I wanted to go further.

So, some time ago, I found this gemstone and went to a jewelry store that is said to only customize a pair of wedding rings for one customer in a lifetime.

I made a gemstone into a ring and prepared to give it to him. Although it is impossible for us to get married, it also represents my heart.

It's just that now, the ring has just been completed, and I have lost that partner before I have time to confess.

Thinking of the words of the life in front of the store, I feel ironic.

This guy died just like that, and simply left my life.

Also, except that time he never made any promises to me about the future, and he never said that he would be with me forever, so he could easily let go of my hand.

Yesterday, I picked up this freshly made pair of rings from the shop.

I originally thought of throwing it into Dazai's tomb and burying it with his body.

But Atsushi Nakajima, who was crying before, made me irritable, and I forgot about this plan because I was only concerned about restraining him.

Now, holding this ring again, I open my palm facing the jewel that looks like Osamu Dazai's eyes.

The howling wind from the roof directly blew the ring out of my hand and flew towards the phantom.

Dazai finally wants to take away what belongs to him, this thought flashed through my mind.

I was already moving, and I jumped down lightly.

Chasing the speed of the wind, I recaptured the sparkling iris gem as it fell out of my sight.

Throwing objects in the sky is not a good behavior, and I am not as civic as Dazai.

After finding a reason for myself, I clenched the gem in my hand and was completely unwilling to let go.

I relaxed my body and slid down with the wind until Alice appeared in front of me and grabbed me.

We float together in the air.

With a displeased expression on her face, she simply pulled me back to the top floor, threw me on the ground casually, then looked at me and said angrily, "Chuya, what are you doing!?"

At this time, the black veil on Alice's head had been taken off, and the black dress on her body had been replaced with a red dress.

The blond girl stood in front of me, lively, bright and full of vitality, but she looked at me full of condemnation.

Subconsciously, I held the hand holding the ring and hid it behind my back. I looked at her and explained, "No, I just want to blow some air and calm down."

Alice looked at me with incredible eyes, she stared at me with wide eyes and said, "Just calm down?"

"I think you want to kill Osamu Dazai, and Chuya, you want to die for him."

That's not the case, I looked at her and said helplessly, "I really can't fall from this height to my death."

Even if I really want to die for that bastard, I will do what Mr. Sen said, attract a large number of enemies of the port mafia and die together.

Obviously, Alice didn't think so, she looked at me as if she wanted to say something but held back.

So, I looked at her and asked, "Alice came to see me, is there any order from Mr. Sen?"

"It has nothing to do with Rintaro, I want to come to you." Alice looked at me with a calm face and said, "Chuya, have you ever thought that maybe that annoying guy is waiting for you to do this?"

How is it possible, but he didn't leave me a word.

In my silence, Alice asked me: "Do you remember what happened when you were 16?"

Of course I remember that when Verlaine came to Yokohama and killed my little friend, Dazai and I tried our best to defeat him, but I don't know what Alice means by telling me now.

Alice bit her lips and said with some disgust: "At that time, you were about to fail. Rin Taro called Dazai, and he said on the phone that if Dazai died, no one would be able to save Chuya, Chuya I will die too. The death that Dazai has been looking forward to will be accomplished in the way of dying in love with Chuya-kun.*”

I looked at Alice and asked hesitantly: "Is Alice trying to comfort me with this?"

Back then Osamu Dazai chose to look for me, he really didn't want to die with me, so now Alice or Mr. Mori thinks that Dazai chose to die and at the same time thought of taking me with him.

It seems that if Dazai said that he doesn't love me from the beginning to the end, not only I don't believe it, but even Mr. Mori doesn't believe it.

This is really a weird comfort from Mr. Mori. To be honest, I was not comforted by her.

But this time he still didn't leave me a word, he just left so casually, leaving me feeling uneasy.

After his death, I began to think about so many things that happened in the past, making me totally not like myself, it was really pitiful and ridiculous.

Seeing that I still couldn't cheer up, Alice bit her lip before saying, "Actually, I still know a secret."

Having said that, Alice reached out to me as if to hug me.

Thinking of Alice as Mr. Mori's supernatural body, and her every move is controlled by Mr. Mori, I hesitated for a while and still didn't move.

"Nakaya is really stingy, do you still want to know the secret?" Alice snorted unhappily, and still told me the news: "Whether it is Atsushi Nakajima must still hide the secret, he confessed Dazai's last words Sometimes I missed a part of it.”

I know this. Atsushi Nakajima is not good at deceiving people. When he said it, he stumbled and was forced to say that it was Osamu Dazai who said before his death that he could not tell others.

Alice looked at me and asked full of temptation: "Don't you want to know, and what happened the night before Dazai died?"

How could I not want to know, maybe Dazai who chose to leave got the happiness he wanted, but I couldn't let it go for a long time.

I hesitated for a moment, and took another step towards Alice.

He took out the gauze and ointment and applied it on the spot where I was beaten by Mr. Mori before. Alice, who applied the medicine for me, smiled sweetly at me.

After she applied a thick layer of ointment on my face, and the smell of the ointment would smoke out my tears, Alice let go of me contentedly.

After looking at me for a while, she leaned into my ear and whispered: "There is a person in the special agent department who has the ability to read the memory of objects. If you find him, many doubts in Chuya's heart will be cleared." untied."

I looked at the girl in front of me and thanked earnestly: "Thank you, Alice." I also thank Mr. Sen for being willing to tell me this.

Alice snorted softly, looked at me and complained helplessly: "It's too cute to be hit by anyone, and there's nothing I can do if I get hit completely."

Seeing my smile, Alice snorted unhappily, "Actually, there is one more important thing, Chuya, think about it carefully, what else have you forgotten?"

What am I forgetting?

Reminded by Alice, I suddenly thought of a person I had forgotten, my elder brother Verlaine.

I looked at Alice and whispered, "I'm finished?"

Alice blinked and nodded to me: "Maybe."

Still with a hint of luck, I looked at the blond girl and asked, "Will Kyoka tell him about Dazai's death?"

"I don't know about that." A smile bloomed on Alice's face, she stood up and waved to me: "However, you should let Chuya-kun tell His Excellency Verlaine himself about Chuya becoming the leader. After all, he is one of the five cadres."

This is really a bad thing, thinking about going to see Verlaine later, my mood can't be suppressed.

Alice patted me on the shoulder, and after trying to comfort me and being avoided by me, she stretched out her hand and squeezed my cheek.