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Osamu Dazai doesn't quite remember when he first came into contact with alcohol, maybe it was at Mori Ogai's place, maybe earlier, he doesn't have much preference for alcohol, but he has a high requirement for alcohol content, it is best to be the first one in memory The kind that choked him out of breath the first time he tried.

The head is fluttering, the whole person is addicted to alcohol, all senses become blurred, large swaths of color patches appear in front of the eyes, the thorns are pulled out, and the world becomes a sea, mixed together and flowing continuously , he drank to a large extent because he liked this feeling.

They don't always stay sane.

At the beginning of April, he, Ango Sakaguchi, and Sakunosuke Oda got drunk together. Osamu Dazai swore that this was the first time in his life. I can’t remember what the toast was for, but I can only remember it at the bar. A row of whiskey was spread out, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol. It was rare for them to go back together that day-it was really impossible to leave alone.

Only Sakunosuke Oda could barely walk out of a straight line. Dazai Osamu pressed on Ango Sakaguchi as he walked. When he pressed like this, Ango Sakaguchi was almost vomited by him. Before reaching the cigarette butt, Osamu Dazai tripped and fell into the ditch with a grunt. The ditch was covered with early cherry blossoms, and when he got up, he was covered in pink.

Ango Sakaguchi couldn't hold back his serious expression. Although Osamu Dazai was not clear about his mind, he could still remember rushing up to cover him with water. Oda Sakunosuke finally lit a cigarette. On the way back, Osamu Dazai and Ango Sakaguchi hung naked On him, he walked forward unsteadily, not forgetting to say a few ridiculous words.

The moonlight was soft and bright, the spring day was in the middle, and the night wind was warm. At that moment, there were no killers who had killed many people, no youngest cadres of the Port Mafia, and no double agents of the Supernatural Secret Service. General Dazai Osamu The weight of the whole person was thrown to Odasaku.

"Ango, Odasaku, let's have a drink together tomorrow."

"No, I have to work overtime tomorrow."

"I want to spend my birthday with my child."

"Then I'm free. When we're free, I'll go to Slug's wine cellar to get all his wine out." He squinted his eyes and smiled, planning seriously, with a tone that only he knew was serious.

But they are always very busy, and they all have free time, so they can't get together.

It was not difficult to find Ango Sakaguchi. The three-faced spy did not intend to hide himself at all. The three of them sat down in front of the bar as usual. It was exactly the same as before. Ango Sakaguchi was talking, and Sakunosuke Oda was listening quietly. Did Osamu Dazai have a date? He didn't feel sad as he shook the ice puck in the cup, after all, he had foreseen the current situation since the night Ango Sakaguchi showed them the satchel.

Except the whiskey was getting worse.

It's too bad to drink.

The whiskey, which already had a burning sensation, cut through the throat like a blade and fell into the stomach. It was so bad that someone pinched his nose and pried his mouth open, and then inserted a catheter and poured it down forcefully. The glass of whiskey He didn't finish the drink in the end, and the half-thawed ice ball lost its round shape when soaked in the wine.

"Ango, as long as I give an order, my subordinates will immediately block this place. Before I change my mind, you can go."

When Osamu Dazai spoke quietly, he used an impersonal statement tone.

——But apart from him and Odasaku, no one knew that Ango Sakaguchi was in the bar.

[I always know that as long as you think you don’t want to lose something, you will lose it, and everything worth pursuing is destined to be lost the moment you get it. ]

After Ango Sakaguchi left, Osamu Dazai walked out of the bar. He looked around, took out his old-fashioned mobile phone, and quickly pressed a series of numbers.

After a few rings, the person on the other end of the phone answered the phone, his voice was still irritated: "Do you know what time it is in Italy..."

Zhong Yuan also felt annoyed when he saw this string of numbers. He stayed up late the day before to get a head start on the troublesome matter at hand, and he didn't sleep for a few hours in total. Dazai Osamu's usual bad record was in front of him, so he didn't even have to think about it. It was probably some messy thing looking for trouble. After the connection, the other person didn't speak for a long time, and he didn't bother to ask, so he closed his eyes lazily.

"——Chung Ye."

The voice was soft and upright, there was no smile at all, and Zhongyuan Zhong also lost all sleepiness immediately. He sat up from the bed holding his mobile phone, his blue eyes were as sharp as ice: "What happened?"

Unless Osamu Dazai has a bad taste, he will basically not contact him. He is used to this man's sloppy tone on weekdays, and Dazai Osamu in this state seems particularly abnormal. On the other hand, Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and stared at the stains on the wall. There was silence for a few seconds: "Where are you?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also slightly taken aback: "Rome."

It stands to reason that Osamu Dazai couldn't be clear about the work content of his business trip this time, but since he asked this way, it also shows that this person is probably too busy to pay attention to other things.

Nakahara also suddenly realized that the weight of this phone call might be more important than he imagined, so heavy that Osamu Dazai couldn't utter a bunch of eloquent words like usual, and it was so heavy that it was very difficult to spit out every word.

Rome is more than 9000 kilometers away from Yokohama, and there is a time difference of seven hours. The direct flight takes about [-] hours, and if it is faster, it can be compressed to less than ten hours.

"I have arranged the nearest flight. You are starting from the hotel now. The driver will be downstairs in 3 minutes. I will handle the immigration issue..."

"Wait a minute." Zhongya Nakahara interrupted Osamu Dazai, holding the phone between his head and shoulders, while bending over to tie his shoelaces: "My work is not over yet, I will definitely be held accountable if I leave my post without authorization, and I will be held accountable tomorrow morning." They also arranged a meeting with the head of the Corto family..."

"—Chuya." Dazai Osamu repeated.

Zhong Yuan also took the hat from the hanger, completely unmoved: "Leaving now is a serious mistake, give me a reason."

"The superhuman criminal organization iic has entered Yokohama."

"Then?"

"The enemy leader's ability is very tricky. He can predict the future within 6 seconds, especially for surprise attacks. There are currently 68 members, all of whom are well-trained. In the last war, 40 of them repelled the huddled 600 enemies in the fort."

Zhongyuan Zhong also closed the door casually, and the door lock clicked: "So? Can this little thing cause you any trouble?"

"...There are still some mysteries in this. I just learned that Mr. Mori attended the secret meeting, and the other party was the Supernatural Secret Service Division, but he arranged for Oda to handle this matter."

"When identical supernatural powers collide, a singularity will be produced." Osamu Dazai spoke quickly: "I don't know exactly what effect will be produced. Now the leader of iic thinks that Oda Saku is the only person who can free them."

A subordinate in a black suit appeared at the entrance of the alleyway.

He paused, and said frankly, "Chuya, I need you."

"Master Dazai!"

"Wait a minute." Osamu Dazai covered the receiver, turned around, and after listening to his subordinate's report, his pupils shrank violently, accompanied by intense confusion and disbelief, a chill spread down the spine and spread to the whole body.

The call is still on: "Dazai?"

A few seconds later, Nakahara heard Osamu Dazai's distorted voice in the earpiece because of the current, which was weird and weak, inaudible.

"—It's too late, Chuya."

Every second that passes is a second missing, and every minute is precious. When Osamu Dazai jumped out of the car, an ambulance had already arrived at the scene of the explosion. There were five children inside the flames and smoke, and one outside. A father ready to die.

Dazai Osamu said a bunch of things he didn't believe himself, and in the end he couldn't leave Oda Saku. He didn't look up at Oda Saku's face. It was enough to see that look once. Let the brain be a rusty cog.

Just like this, there is no need to predict the ending of Oda.

[Man cannot save those who do not want to be saved. ]

Gide, the leader of iic, is very powerful. If he wants to save Odasaku, he can only ask Mori Ogai for help. Even if he can only keep an empty shell alive, what will the world be able to use to kill that empty shell in the future? It is full, but he still doesn't understand, there is a question that is more and more acutely disturbing his head, messing up all the layouts, compressing the originally abundant time into a few moments——

How could Gide find the orphan adopted by Odasaku?

[It should be foolproof. ]

As early as the Dragon Head War ended, he erased all records about those five children. No one cared that a low-level member adopted five orphans. After iic entered Yokohama, he even hid those five children and the coffee shop owner. A place of absolute seclusion to ensure that they will not be attacked because of Odasaku's work.

[It should be foolproof! ]

Osamu Dazai had a headache thinking about it, his head seemed to explode, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the tires almost left the ground when turning. Only Nakahara Nakata drove like this before. The black car passed through the traffic like a ghost, all the way When he drove to the middle of the five Port Mafia buildings, he hurried up a few steps without even closing the car door.

He had never felt the elevator so slow.

Osamu Dazai thought for a long time about the reason for the secret meeting between Ogai Mori and the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Ango Sakaguchi alone was not enough for the leader of the port mafia to come forward. From the moment IIC entered Yokohama, the whole thing was covered by a layer of fog shrouded, and he still lacks that crucial key.

The dry gauze was now sticky to his body due to the sweat from running around. He pulled the bandage around his neck, but he felt even more suffocated. The guards in front of the office were all carrying short-barreled carbines that had just been replaced. , He glanced at the black muzzles of the guns, and unceremoniously pushed open the office door.

"Mr. Sen, let me organize cadre-level power users..." The rest of his words suddenly stuck in his throat, as if he had swallowed a piece of iron, his eyes were glued to the small round table with the teapot nervously, and then he moved slowly and landed. To Mori Ogai's face.

"...Mr. Mori?"

"Ah, Dazai-kun, let me get someone to prepare black tea."

Mori Ogai removed the black tea tray unhurriedly, and the black envelope he brought back a few days ago was completely exposed to Dazai Osamu. On the seal was a complicated and gold-stamped coat of arms.

He calmly watched Osamu Dazai's eyes widen suddenly, his complexion pale as paper for a moment.

——Ability opening license.