"Besides, there is no food or fresh water supplies on this ship."

Varied……?

Before the deity turned back in astonishment, Osamu Dazai, who was behind him, continued to say in a tone of pretended disappointment, "Whether it's cake or juice, there is no way to please you again. Sure enough, Mr. Jing There is no need to go out to eat because of the existence outside of human beings, right?"

The man in the dark red scarf lowered his eyelashes, and the deep indigo cold hair held in his hands was gradually slipping away from his palm as Shen Haijing turned around full of anger.

He clenched his fists with a dazed expression, as if he still wanted to hold something back before the imminent moment of confrontation.

"But a weak human like me can't do it."

In the next second, facing the irritated basilisks like those in mythology, he suddenly raised his whole body and exposed his fangs, and even the originally docile poisonous bone spurs on his lower body began to stand upright in anger and ferociously. The god who is ready to go... Fukami Kyo who is also a close friend, Dazai Osamu put a mask-like perfect and fake smile on his face again, and continued to fan the flames calmly,

"If you simply don't eat, maybe you can last for about a week until you return to Yokohama."

"But without fresh water, in two or three days at most, I'll—"

"To shut up!"

This sentence is undoubtedly the kindling that ignites the fuse of explosives.Shen Haijing stared at the face that made him tremble with anger, and suddenly flashed in his mind on the day when he just set foot on the "White Lady", the two of them stood by the pool and looked at the fading away. In Yokohama, Osamu Dazai said a few words casually:

【"...the last few days of the journey, only the two of us."】

【"Cooking, you don't have to worry about that."】

Could it be that since then... wait, not only that!

He turned his head abruptly, his gray and silver eyes under the aura of divinity stared at the enemy fleet that had just been overturned and destroyed by the sea water that he manipulated just now, and sank to the bottom of the sea.

"You simply let the situation develop in such a bad way, so that those ants can continue to attack...!"

"Even that damn 'rib pain'... was meant to piss me off?!"

In this way, everything makes sense.

Even if there is no more food and fresh water on the "White Lady", the enemy will definitely prepare reserves for the return journey-but now the ship has been destroyed and people have died there, no matter who there is, there is no way to get those who have been destroyed from the sea water. The polluted resources are salvaged bit by bit.

Dazai, did he even foresee this in advance?

"You...how dare you fool me like that...!"

Shen Haijing was almost trembling with anger from this lifeless man. Even the surrounding sea water, which was originally frozen and calm like a mercury mirror, became agitated after feeling that he was almost collapsed at the moment, and even the place where they were standing now The "White Ladies" are all driven to a more slanted angle.

"I'm sorry, Jingjun. But this is the [second phase] of this plan:"

Osamu Dazai shrugged lightly, and continued to stare coldly and unwaveringly at his best friend from other worlds, "If I fail to die in the enemy's previous artillery fire and assassination, I can only choose to be like this , quietly waiting on the surface of the sea for the death of natural decay."

He watched the indigo-haired god gradually show a trace of bitter resentment from the extreme pain-that's it.

So far, no matter whether it's the complete annihilation of the hostile organization, or Shen Haijing's choice to regain the origin of the god, and the reaction that is now so angry that he can't wait to pounce on him and kill him, everything is going according to the budget in Dazai Osamu's heart In that way, it develops in an orderly manner.

In his opinion, a pure and sincere heart should not be polluted by human's turbid desires, and it would be even more painful if the sea-like tenderness and tolerance were exploited again and again.

It's like an unfortunate wild cat catching a chick whose wings have been injured, curling up timidly in the warm palm of a kind-hearted person in shock, clinging to the warmth and being healed physically and mentally... It's just a temporary measure.

In the end, it still has to fly back to the sky where it belongs, which is the real destination of the bird.

In the same way, gods must have the appearance of gods.

Looking down at the world from above is fine, but getting tired of everything and going to sleep is also a good choice.Only stubbornly staying in this increasingly corrupt and oxidized world, being hurt over and over again by human beings who breathe sin and enjoy stupidity... What is there to be nostalgic for such a life?

go home.

go home.

At least, you won't be hurt by others after you go home.

The 22-year-old chief of Mafia at the port recalled the memories about———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— From the "book" and couldn't help but sigh for this dead-brained best friend.

"Really, this method of being thirsty to death is very painful. Thinking about it this way, this pain is also a gift from King Jing."

The man who planned this death journey single-handedly had gloomy eyes, but his expression was pretending to be cute and pouting and complaining.

It's just that all these vivid and lively words are undoubtedly the poisonous needles he deliberately stabbed in Shen Haijing's heart.

"It just so happens that you are very angry right now? Instead of letting me be so sadly sunburned to death on the surface of the sea... why don't you let Jing Jun do it yourself, even if it is to appease the anger of the god?"

"..."

"You're crazy."

He actually chose to let himself do it... Shen Haijing closed his eyes silently.

At this moment, only Dazai Osamu's words "do it yourself" are left in his heart at this moment, like the mermaid's ethereal but illusory singing, echoing in the empty and desolate bottom of the abyss.

Even the tolerance of the sea is limited, and the heart of tolerance and guilt will only be wiped away by the pain again and again.

"Don't continue to provoke me, Dazai."

He stretched out his hand, and didn't dodge it cautiously like the previous few times, but directly reached out and stroked Dazai Osamu's side face, the sharp and poisonous nails gently touched the iris-colored eyes exposed from under the bandage After brushing it, it seemed that the eyeball that had buried too much scheming would be directly plucked out in the next second.

"Do you think you're the only one who gets tired of this world?"

"At that time, I fought with Mr. Nakaya... I personally disobeyed the leader's order, and the port mafia can no longer tolerate Shen Haijing anymore. Where can I go besides leaving...?"

"This life itself is full of fear and wind and rain of running and suffering. Do you think I want to continue to prolong this pain?"

He withdrew his hand and didn't even look at Osamu Dazai as he passed by. The several-meter-long snake tail coiled sadly, as if trying to protect himself from the merciless words from the other side.

Shen Haijing raised his head lonely, looking at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky.

Accompanied by it, in the blink of an eye, there is a bright galaxy full of ancient history songs full of rise and fall, and turbulent waves, which is once again reflected in those pure, gray eyes that are as thin as mist.

"But you once told me that as long as there is one person on the shore watching over me and reaching out to me, choosing to commit suicide is a cowardly act that is neither clear nor energetic."

"Isn't this what you said to me?!" The god's voice was already crying, "Didn't I choose you?! Didn't I always reach out to you, Dazai?!"

"Why...why can't you hold on any longer..."

In this frozen sea under the silver moon, only Shen Haijing's resentful, still sobbing questioning voice echoed between the heaven and the earth.

Then, the man behind him spoke,

"Probably because I'm not the [Osamu Dazai] worthy of your redemption."

The leader of the port mafia uttered the most stinging cold words in a tone softer than the moonlight at the moment,

"I didn't step on your head, and I didn't deliberately lure you out of the cadre building with junk food."

"I didn't fight alongside you, defeating the apprentices of [Combination] and Dostoevsky of [Rats of the Dead House], and I didn't hide in the kotatsu with you, counting the New Year while playing games The one who struck the one hundred and eight bells."

"Osamu Dazai standing here is not your best friend Fukakai-kyo."

He even chuckled lightly, "Don't forget, we are just a temporary partnership to find [book]."

"..."

Looking at the deity whose sobs were instantly stimulated to an abrupt end, Osamu Dazai remembered the last paragraph he wrote in the [Book].

"'The ancient holy land that gave birth to the gods and allowed them to rest for a while will also become like its deep and vast realm. It is a silver lining for travelers to follow their respective karmic bonds and lead to an infinitely branched future. The door of the key."

He repeated in a low voice.

This is the third stage—it is also the only reason why this conspirator, who is exhaustive and skillfully manipulates and controls people’s hearts with words, will choose the location of the death plan above the [Mariana Trench] ,

"Jingjun's true friends are waiting for you right below."

With their backs facing each other, neither of them could see the other's expression, and neither of them knew what the other was really thinking.

Until the rustle of scales rubbing against each other sounded again on the deck.With her head lowered and her face covered by her long hair, and her hands hanging limply by her side, Fukami Kyo returned to Osamu Dazai again.

"Okay, jump from here, right? No problem, I'm used to following Dazai's arrangements anyway—ah, I'm talking about another [Osamu Dazai] here, don't get me wrong."

Compared with just now, it is the same condescending and arrogant posture, but the voice of the gods has lost the anxious and sincere feeling when facing important people, but it is exactly the same as the previous feeling of expanding maliciousness, ghostly coldness and resentment.

He leaned forward and slowly approached Osamu Dazai, and the cold-blooded animal's breath was as cold as water, "But then again, after being offended and fooled like this, you want me to just leave. Don't you think too much of the dignity of the gods?"

"Since you said before that you want to die in my hands, then I will grant you—come with me."

"Jingjun, don't you want to bring me back to the original world?"

After the face was completely torn apart, Dazai Osamu's words and demeanor were no longer as aggressive as before, almost tearing everything apart, but became more gentle, just like a winner when facing a defeated dog , the last vestiges of mercy.

Just like now, he looked at Shen Haijing's tear-stained but ice-cold face, and his tone was soft as if he was coaxing a child, "Let's not talk about what will happen if the same person bumps into me in the parallel world, I am the originator of this world." Residents, there is no traction that can lead to that world... um...!"

"Hiss...don't be too sentimental,"

The god let go of his sharp fangs, and the forked bright red snake core slowly licked the blood dripping from his lips.

His fingertips are lightly playing with the small oxygen tube given by Edogawa Ranpo before, impatiently staring at Osamu Dazai, whose limbs are gradually becoming paralyzed after being injected with venom in the artery, "That guy Dazai has been since he knew It has caused me so much trouble until now. I always want to teach him a lesson."

"For example, this face is tortured by water pressure and suffocation to a distorted expression of pain, and then frozen forever."

Speaking of this, the god's voice became extremely gentle, "But as you said, that guy is more or less my friend."

"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't really do it. Otherwise, what if I accidentally killed him in the process of bringing him back to 'home'——just right, now you just happened to be a substitute."

"If it's [Osamu Dazai], it will definitely be the most satisfying sacrifice in the entire temple."

……

Was bitten by a sneak attack...is it a neurotoxin like narcotic poison...?It seems that the dosage is not enough, maybe it will fade after ten minutes, to achieve the feeling that Jingjun wants?

At this moment, Osamu Dazai felt himself being entangled and immersed in... the seawater whose temperature was surprisingly comfortable.

Sure enough, he was still hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

...Forget it, at least he's a little bit tougher than before.

He wanted to sigh, but found that he could no longer control his body, he could only absorb the oxygen in the machine reflexively, and his mind was also groggy.

fair enough.

Osamu Dazai thought.

After really trying to take him away from here as an aboriginal in this world and without any ties to other worlds, Jing Jun should give up completely.

Unlike the merciful heart that pities the members of the entire port mafia, which is similar to God's love for the world and all things are equal, human desires and emotions are inherently more selfish and vicious, and unforgivably complex existences like sins. It is perfectly normal to hate to die.

Although it is said that a god must have the appearance of a god.

But if Jingjun really wants to become a human being, it would be nice to let his death become this new guiding light.

Let the already desolate and scarred seabed be brought back to life because of this whale fall.

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感谢在2020-07-0619:03:34~2020-07-0723:26:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Sanqian salted fish; 30 bottles of Viper; 5 bottles of maple sauce; 1 bottle of Ye Qi;

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