Big Sky in Yokohama

Holding the young couple behind him with immature hands, Edogawa Ranpo showed her the appearance of Ono Keihei in his blue eyes, the pale middle-aged man broke the door lock irritably and broke in. He left Lantang's house and searched around.

The approaching danger made Youni's heart beat violently, and the foggy premonition disappeared before her eyes.

She clenched her fists hard, and the neatly trimmed semicircular nails stuck into the flesh. The slight tingling pain made Youni slightly relieved. She took a deep breath and looked around for suitable hiding places around the circle.

Finally, his eyes fell on the cabinet next to the small table, a newly bought wooden cabinet that only contained some paper towels, cartons and sundries.

The young girl opened the cabinet door with trembling hands, and carefully curled up behind the neatly arranged rolls of paper and boxes, while the door lock at the entrance kept making tentative clicking sounds.

Youni swallowed his saliva, closed the cabinet door and tried to hide himself without leaving a trace.

She clasped her hands and held the Dakong pacifier in the palm of her hand, bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly, hiding in the dark and narrow place, because she was nervous and afraid of the increasingly violent heartbeat, which made it difficult for her to calm down.

"Click—" The door lock was opened.

The familiar sound of pushing the door came from the entrance, and Yoni shrank his body even tighter, trying to hold his breath.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground was like beating on the heart, and Lan Tang's cold and indifferent voice came from outside the cabinet, "Youni, are you not home?"

Youni bit her lower lip tightly, her eyelids trembling slightly.

That's not Mr. Lantang...

According to Edogawa Ranpo's reasoning, Keihei Ono is proficient in disguising various voices in addition to superficial abilities.No matter whose voice it is, as long as he has heard it once, he can imitate it smoothly, which is one of the reasons why he can abduct so many children quietly.

"Yuni, I finished work and came back early."

"It's so cold, didn't you prepare sweet soup for me today?"

The voice almost the same as that of Lan Tang fluctuated from far to near, as if Ono Keihei was searching for her in the house.

The body curled up in the small space, Youni didn't even dare to twist the body to relax and maintain a long-term movement, the tense limbs, the small face was buried in the knees, and the arms blocked the sensitive body because of the darkness. hearing.

She was afraid that if she didn't do this, she would expose herself out of fear.

The voices of leather shoes and Lantang gradually increased, and Keihei Ono seemed to have gone upstairs.

Just as Yoni was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the creak of the cabinet door opening and the light from the corridor entering the cabinet.All of a sudden, the whole body froze, and even the heart couldn't help stopping.

"I guessed right, Youni is indeed here." The clear and pleasant young voice came from outside the cabinet.

Youni looked up in a daze, and bent down to look at her, it was the black-haired, kite-eyed boy she had just seen this morning, stuck himself in the crack of the wall.

"Don't be in a daze, that guy will come down soon."

Osamu Dazai directly stretched out his hand and pulled Youni out of the cabinet. Youni was dragged out in embarrassment, his arm was pulled painfully, and two drops of physiological tears could not help but ooze out of his eyes due to the sudden brightening of the field of vision.

"Run, run!" Osamu Dazai curled up an inexplicable smile, dragged Yoni and ran out.

"Eh?! Hmm." Youni blinked twice in a daze, and was dragged staggering a few steps. When he followed Dazai Osamu in stockings and ran to the yard and stepped on the pebbles in the grass, he was separated painfully. , She pursed her lips to suppress the pain.

Perhaps it was because they didn't pay much attention to concealing when they ran out, Kehei Ono turned his head and saw them running out of the courtyard, "Yuni!! Where are you going?!!!"

Behind him came a roar very similar to Lan Tang's anger, as if he had been betrayed.

Yoni resisted the urge to turn his head to look at the past, and tried his best to move his legs, trying to keep up with Osamu Dazai.

"Wow, it's scary." Osamu Dazai said with a smile, as if he thought the other party wasn't angry enough.

Although he is only 12 years old and looks like a thin boy, Osamu Dazai is extremely flexible when running and jumping, often dragging Youni to make sharp turns and strides.

Youni had a hard time following. She held the pacifier attached to her chest with one hand, her hands and feet became weak as if she couldn't breathe, and fine black spots began to appear in front of her eyes.

Osamu Dazai turned his head and glanced, and was still chasing Keihei Ono with a ferocious expression, and Yoni, whose physical strength was a little behind. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, wet his forehead hair and sideburns.

Youni was already running a little dazed, he could only move his legs mechanically, his fingers loosely clasped the pacifier but did not let go.

The flexible running, jumping and hiding routes have avoided several detours and siege by Keihei Ono. The small boy dragged the exhausted girl but was able to avoid chasing by an adult superhuman over and over again. It is said that Osamu Dazai has a thorough calculation of people's hearts.

He knows when to divert to avoid the enemy, and also knows when the enemy will be clever enough to divert to block them and run the normal route instead.

When he was about to enter Saibo Street, Osamu Dazai stopped, and Yuni bumped his head on his back, "Ah, I'm so tired that I don't want to run."

He actually doesn't like meaningless sports, Dazai sighed depressingly.

The iris-colored eyes fell on Youni, "Yuni, Keihei Ono has noticed you, what are you going to do?"

Dazai made a few detours on purpose when he dragged Youni to Leibo Street, and Keihei Ono may have rushed into Leibo Street to look for them now. It's safer inside.

Youni was so tired that her mind was a little dazed. She blinked her eyes hard and adjusted her breathing.

"Is it because I went to the Armed Detective Agency?"

Osamu Dazai leaned down and tilted his head to look at her pretending to be cute, his eyes were deep, "Do you think so?"

Xiumei frowned slightly, and Youni shook his head in confusion, "I don't know, sir, do you know?"

The eyes as deep as the sea met the deep kite eyes, full of sincerity, sincerity and gratitude.

Even though he saw the essence of Osamu Dazai at a glance, Yoni did not reject him, let alone he saved her life just now.

Osamu Dazai curled his lips a little bored, so he doesn't like such kind people.

"Keihei Ono, the way he chooses his prey is not from children," Osamu Dazai deliberately paused, and seeing Yoni listening carefully, he continued, "He chooses adults first."

First choose the adult to pretend or the familiar people around them, and then start with the child who is sheltered under the adult's wing. He expects to see the unbelievable eyes of the betrayed and the eyes of the loved one.

Even taking out the child's internal organs was not for sale, but out of interest, which was an important reason why the Supernatural Secret Service Division exaggerated its danger.

When Keihei Ono did not leave Yokohama, the corpses of children who had lost their internal organs appeared frequently.But there are no fresh internal organs or organs that suddenly appeared on the black market, so where did those internal organs that were taken out go?

Reminiscent of Ono Keihei's supernatural ability that is very similar to the blood-sucking master Bullam, the things in it are hard to think about.

Youni pursed her lips tightly, and she thought of seeing the dead sheep in the prophecy again.

"Is there anything else you want to ask, Yoni?" Osamu Dazai was a little interested at this point, looking at her with bright eyes.

He knew all about the Port Mafia, and if Yoni wanted to ask, he would tell her all about it, and in return Yoni would kill him himself.

Unexpectedly, Youni shook his head, his blue eyes looked at him helplessly, "I don't want to look for it, I just wander blindly and I can't find what I'm looking for."

Dazai Osamu's face suddenly turned cold, his kite eyes were gloomy, and he evoked a mocking and indifferent smile: "But what I have been looking forward to all this time is the salvation of death, not some play-like happiness."

No way, he thought so calmly.

Perhaps he is different from ordinary people. His insight into people's hearts and extraordinary intelligence make Osamu Dazai live extraordinarily soberly.

He clearly knows how bad this world is, and he just wants to leave here.

Yoni lowered his eyelids slightly, feeling the barren heart of Osamu Dazai.

The hollow and quagmire-like darkness seemed to be passed by the wind all the time, and the clear and indifferent sound of the wind brought complicated information, which Osamu Dazai could see too clearly.

The butterfly-like eyelids trembled slightly, and Yoni evoked a cute smile. She stepped forward and reached out on tiptoe to touch Osamu Dazai's curly black hair.

"...?" Yuan's eyes blinked twice in confusion.

Youni asked with crooked eyebrows, "Would it be annoying?"

Osamu Dazai was silent. He didn't understand what Yoni wanted to say, but he skillfully put on a cute smile for others, "I don't hate it, I think it's not bad."

Probably because he thinks that this way can influence his great sage.

... Boring and complacent, Yoni is probably just that kind of person.

But he didn't want Youni to take back his hand, and said with a smile: "Try to let go of the speculation in your mind, just touch it just now, sir, in fact, you don't reject it, and you will even relax."

Osamu Dazai frowned in confusion, "What do you want to say?"

"Whether the value of life is important is different for everyone. But it is everyone's instinct to expect to live. In countless suicides, people will subconsciously ask others for help."

Youni bent the corner of his mouth and said softly: "I want to try to hold Mr.'s hand for help."

There was no need to do much, as long as she dragged him through the deepest and darkest part of the road until Osamu Dazai's heart shone with faint light, she could let go with peace of mind.

The childish hand stretched out in front of Osamu Dazai, "The road ahead may be difficult, but I want to try to guide you to find the meaning of living."

After all, this boy has been asking outside for help.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be in a daze, his kite eyes lowered and quietly stared at Yuni's hand.

Wrapped in bandages, the pale and delicate young man wandered in the chaotic city of Yokohama in a daze.

He curled up his lips mockingly, trying to laugh at Yoni.

But he paused when he met those eyes as deep as the sea, and he faintly remembered the first time he saw this girl in the photo.

The penetrating blue eyes seemed to see through everything, filled with the awareness of forbearance and sacrifice, he was a well-deserved king of benevolence.

And he was looking forward to a gentle and pitiful death from this forbearing and kind king.