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Ango Sakaguchi honestly put his hands down from the back of his waist and straightened his suit. It stands to reason that Osamu Dazai should not have found out his intention to take the gun. Tonight his nerves were broken again and again by fright, and this young man However, the mafia cadres showed incredible tolerance and tolerance towards him.

"So Ango, what do you think? Do you listen to me, or die here?"

Clearly speaking of this terrifying threat, Osamu Dazai stared at him with a smile and blinked: "As far as I'm concerned, I really hope you choose the latter."

Ango Sakaguchi was silent for a while: "I will leave immediately."

Osamu Dazai sighed in disappointment, sat on the chair and turned around. After turning around, Ango Sakaguchi still stood in front of him like a lop-eared rabbit. At this time, he heard some confused voices from the man :"Why?"

As a discovered spy, Ango Sakaguchi asked this question very ignorantly, but he really didn't understand why Osamu Dazai would let him go, and he could feel that the person in front of him had no other evil intentions, instigated rebellion, used , bait... Osamu Dazai did not bring up these usual ways of dealing with spies.

He seemed to let him go on a whim.

Osamu Dazai leaned on his chin and looked at him with disgust: "I found that you are always very courageous in some places."

"Feel sorry."

"This--" Osamu Dazai got up and walked towards the door. When he passed by Ango Sakaguchi, he took out his hand from his pocket and patted the other person on the shoulder: "I'll tell you later when we have time to drink together."

Ango Sakaguchi was stunned for a while, then turned around abruptly, it was nothing more than being struck by lightning, but the young man who messed up his head walked leisurely forward, leaving him alone From the back, the black hem was driven by the wind while walking, creating a gentle arc.

In the bar, Osamu Dazai estimated that it was about the same time, so he drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, then pressed the car door with the car key, and drove all the way to Ango Sakaguchi's apartment. Timing button.

There was a loud noise in the middle of the night, broken glass, bricks and stones fell to the ground, and the small apartment was engulfed in flames.

He has no interest in the information inside, but this time disturbed Mori Ogai's layout, that person will definitely not let him have a good time, so he didn't go anywhere, just walked around to the telephone booth opposite the explosion site to rest, and passed After a while, someone knocked on the glass door twice: "Mr. Dazai."

He thought to himself that he couldn't hide it from Mori Ogai, so he obediently got into the black car——just when he leaned in, he suddenly froze. Did not escape the eyes of the person next to him.

"Good evening, Dazai-kun." The man in the seat leaned against the back of the chair in a lazy and relaxed manner, folded his hands, and rubbed his index finger twice: "Should I ask why you are here?" ?”

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and leaned against the door without saying a word, pretending he didn't hear it. After a while, he turned his face to the side and stared out the window intently.

"It seems that I made you quite unhappy." The man's voice was faintly sighing, and he stretched out his hand to adjust the crooked tie at Dazai Osamu's neckline. Dazai Osamu paused, and suddenly grabbed Mori Ogai's wrist : "Mr. Sen, what do you want from me?"

Mori Ogai sized up Osamu Dazai in a vague way. The hand holding his wrist was so hard that the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand were clearly visible. Under his sizing eyes, his student frowned slightly. Lower lip, let go of your fingers, and said in an extremely tired tone: "I have other things."

Mori Ogai smiled: "You mean finding a random place to get drunk, and then being taken home by women for the night?"

"Can't you?"

"Of course I will not interfere with Dazai-kun's thoughts." The man said gently: "You are free to do whatever you want, including blowing up this apartment, as long as you are happy, yes, how do you say that sentence The result is not important, as long as you are happy."

Dazai gave a mocking smile.

"It's just that I'm curious." Mori Ogai's tone became more and more gentle: "I've thought about it for a long time but haven't found the reason. What made you lose your temper with me for so long? I should have prevented you from committing suicide the last time. But I do apologize, too."

"...Apologize?" Osamu Dazai bit his words deliberately, his kite-colored eyes were bottomless: "Your apology is to make me almost die again?"

"I said it a long time ago." Mori Ogai rolled his eyes: "If you are a good boy, it's not that I can't make you a euthanasia drug, but Dazai-kun."

The man's deep voice suddenly cooled down: "It's beyond my permission to die under my own impulsiveness and stupidity."

Osamu Dazai unconsciously rubbed the tip of his index finger, and then suddenly realized that this movement was similar to the habit of the person in front of him, so he stopped the movement abruptly, and Mori Ogai's voice woke him up again after he blew up the villa that night. For a while, his whole body was aching, but the wound left at the beginning had already healed, and Mori Ogai's sense of proportion was well grasped-but three years later, his anger and hatred for Mori Ogai still hadn't diminished in the slightest .

Even if he knew very well that this hatred was untenable.

For a long time, Osamu Dazai felt that the world was meaningless. The people he saw were ugly and stupid. Ogai, this person slowly pretended to be mysterious: "Dazai-kun, I know someone who is very similar to you."

He is no exception to Mori Ogai's selection of him as an accomplice. No matter how big their differences are, they will still end up in the same way in the end, not because he was taught a similar thinking mode by Mori Ogai, but from the beginning, he and Mori Ogai is so similar that he can't even find a reason to blame Mori Ogai. If it wasn't for Oda Saku, he would still have the same layout-so in the end, he can only attribute these emotions to hatred.

Would it be better to hate Mori Ogai than to hate himself?

Three years ago, it was already six years ago for him. He has been an accomplice of Mori Ogai for six full years. He originally thought that Mori Ogai would kill him as soon as he was firmly established as the leader, but he didn't. , just after the first three years, Mori Ogai tried to drive him out. It stands to reason that he knew that Mori Ogai would not be affected by any... any factors, and his guardian's warm education has always only stayed on the surface.

He had long forgotten what the person he killed the first time looked like, he only vaguely remembered how loud the person begged for mercy, but he remembered how the hand that was always holding on to the scalpel forcefully stuffed the gun into his hand Here, hold his finger and move to the trigger, aim, and squeeze slowly.

"Click."

The hand holding the gun was sore from the recoil. He didn't hold the thing firmly, and it fell to the ground with a bang. The heat from the gun barrel hadn't dissipated. The close-range shooting caused blood to splash all over him. Mori Ogai's white The coat was also splashed with spots of red, and then the man calmly bent over to pick up the gun, opened the gift box on the dining table, there was nothing inside, put the gun into the gift box, and tied a beautiful and elegant one. bow.

"Happy birthday, Zhijun."

Sen Ou had bought that gift box and put it away for many days. At the beginning, he enthusiastically guessed what his birthday present would be this year.

Mori Ogai stared at the pile of hair on Osamu Dazai's shirt collar. Even though the child had grown up a lot, the touch of the hair had never changed. It was soft and fluffy, with curls at the end, and The cadres and adults who have made great achievements in the mafia are very unsuitable. The young mafia who carved an immortal monument with blood and fire should not look so soft.

He remembered the photos that Alice flipped through the books on the bookshelf that day, and the photos fell from the pages. The photos were the simplest Polaroid photo paper, and they looked very old because they were not properly protected. Adults are different, ten years is enough to make a child reborn, but to him it is as close as yesterday.

The Dazai Osamu in the photo is quite pitiful, miserable, wrapped in a quilt in a hospital gown, just caught and tortured by the enemy for a long time, and when he was rescued by him, he stubbornly pulled his sleeve to ask for an anesthetic needle.

Out of the idea of ​​teaching the child a lesson, he pretended to send Osamu Dazai to the ambulance. The child who had no conscience at all woke up without saying a word, and first drew his gun and fired three shots at him, Afterwards, he took Dazai Osamu to the training ground to strengthen his self-protection ability, but was punched by this man in a sneaky way.

Mori Ogai touched the socket of his left eye and laughed dumbfoundedly.

Sure enough, he couldn't keep it, he sighed and thought.

The car was driving steadily on the road, and the reflections of the street lamps in the window glass flashed past one by one. Mori Ogai was thinking about the next battle plan, but Osamu Dazai's disturbance had to make him re-plan his layout.

After all, he was not interested in why Dazai had a temper with him, and he was used to his sharp attitude. After all, Dazai was originally a spiky child, and he hadn't changed a little since he was a child. He just needed to make sure that Dazai's Self-destructive tendencies do not interfere with his plans.

That's it.

"Mr. Sen."

Mr. Mori heard that this sentence contained too many emotions. Mori Ogai was interrupted, turned his face in surprise, and saw Dazai Osamu moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see anything. , he didn't urge him, just waited until Osamu Dazai was willing to speak, but Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes first when he met the man's deep and soft gaze. After a while, he smiled flatly.

"It's nothing."

Mori Ogai stared at him for a while, then looked away: "It's getting late, go to bed early."

Of course Osamu Dazai didn't go to bed earlier, it was only a few hours before dawn, he didn't buy real estate for himself like Nakahara Nakaya, if he didn't plan to find a place to stay for one night, then there were only two places he could go back to. Two, one is the cadre office belonging to him in the Port Mafia Building, and the other is the house on Radium Bowl Street. He doesn't want to go to the former, and the latter is too far away.

After strolling a few steps on the street, he finally decided to go to the bar in Zhongyuan Zhongya to spend time. Safety is one aspect, and there is no need to pay the bill. The most important thing is that he knows that this little man has a few good bottles of whiskey in the wine cellar. As soon as he stepped through the door, he saw some beautiful ladies talking around the wall.

He looked up inexplicably.

Osamu Dazai and dogs are not allowed inside.

The accompanying picture is a mackerel with its head chopped off.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

There were a few people sitting and drinking—he reckoned they were Chuya Nakahara's subordinates, and his face changed abruptly when he saw him. He probably didn't expect to see him here. The shopkeepers and waiters hired were all friendly The port mafia has nothing to do with it, a strong man almost fell when he approached, he looked around, lifted his coat and sat opposite the shopkeeper: "I am a friend of Mr. Chuya, today he is going to Invite guests, but he can't come due to business."

Before the shopkeeper questioned it, he fumbled in his pocket and took out a golden card. The nouveau riche's aesthetics were particularly eye-catching: "This is his card, and the password is 376294. Please let me go."

The shop owner was full of question marks, but he still took it respectfully, and then saw this handsome young man supporting the bar, flipping it up and down extremely lightly, and then lightly fluttered to the ground, and then bent over Go pull the drawer of the wine cabinet.

"Sir! You can't—"

The shopkeeper watched in amazement as the young man tossed and fumbled with the lock of the safe, then happily took out a bottle of red wine and another bottle of whiskey, then turned back from the bar counter, and then the man looked at the safe. Looking at the stickers on the wall, he sighed, bang!The bottle of red wine was shattered into pieces of glass by him directly hitting the wall, splashing everywhere!

The security guard at the door rushed in, just raised the muzzle of the gun, then put it down abruptly, and then bowed his head vigorously, while Osamu Dazai didn't even bother to cast a glance at them, humming an absurd tune and filling the glass with whiskey, He drank it down in one gulp, and when pouring the second cup, he swallowed a few sleeping pills along the way, thinking that he should get a good night's sleep before making a decision.

...The next day, Osamu Dazai was woken up by the rhythmic shaking of his body.

As soon as his consciousness became clearer, he heard the sound of waves coming and going in his ears. He opened his eyelids, and saw a strange but luxurious ceiling, and the crystal pendants of the lamps were also dangling along with the bed board. He turned his head, and his pupils shrank suddenly. , his brain went blank for a rare moment, and after a few seconds, he turned back blankly and closed his eyes.

fuck it.