Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Osamu Dazai waited for a long time.

——until the setting sun dissipated the last lingering light.

——Until the Poirot Cafe was about to close, and the only female waiter was wiping the mugs while hesitatingly paying attention to the only remaining customers in the shop.

Osamu Dazai did not wait long.

Xia Youjie came soon.

A tall man wearing five cassocks descended from the sky, just taking advantage of the darkness and lack of monitoring, so he messed around in this world that he didn't care about.

"Dingling", the wind chime on the door trembled, Xia Youjie withdrew the spell, and stepped into the cafe freely.

The super cursing master ignored the clerk Enomoto Azusa who hurriedly stepped forward and said "It's about to close—" and just walked up to Dazai Osamu with his usual gentle and inclusive smile.

"It's so slow," Xia Youjie said, both complaining and joking, "Mr. Dazai."

Dazai was still sitting, raised his kite pupil and glanced at him, with a shallow smile in his eyes:

"Don't call me 'teacher'."

he said lightly.Obviously he didn't care about anything in the pure white room, but now he seems to have absorbed a sliver of fresh vitality in this desperate world, and he has the strength to refute:

"I didn't teach you anything."

"You are not 'Wu-kun', nor 'Wujo-kun'."

"Don't indulge in another sweet dream. - Xia Youjie."

These are words of admonition.

Obviously Xia Youjie is the older of the two.

However, with the precedent of "Gojo Satoru" who almost grew up beside Dazai in the world of despair, this condescending tone does not feel unsuitable.

And Xia Youjie was not annoyed or offended by it.

Instead, the man with slender eyebrows even smiled slightly.

——That wasn't the expression that would decide to let it go.

The leader, Dazai, looked at it, and then smiled slightly, allowing Xia Youjie to pick up the topic.

"Bai Lan Jesso and I have been sleeping in the game cabin, and the surroundings are protected and controlled by the Japanese public security."

Xia Youjie said so, and at the same time Dazai stood up from his seat, put the tip under the coffee cup, and the two walked out together.

"Now that I think about it, that should be another clue, right?"

The voices of the two people did not deliberately lower their voices, and gradually became blurred as they left.

"... located in the Mihua City Hall in Tokyo, the game warehouse 'cocoon'..."

The night wind gently brushed his cheeks.

The hem of the cassock and the faintly raised scarf were disturbed.

Along the way, the warm yellow street lamps in Mihua Town cast gentle light and shadows one after another.

"So, is this the ending you chose for this world, Mr. Dazai?"

"..."

"I want to save even the dead who have passed away. Is it—too greedy?"

"..."

"When I left there in the spell spirit, Bourbon was having a heated discussion with Jesso. The little devil has grown white wings on his back. Is this really all right?"

"That sort of thing—I don't know."

That's right.

Osamu Dazai didn't know.

Perhaps, Noah's Ark carrying "hope" retained Zhu Fu Jingguang's consciousness.

Perhaps, together with Sawada Hiroki himself, he was moved at the last second and decided to stay. ——Then Osamu Dazai's heartfelt words that have never been successful may finally be able to save the next person.

Or maybe there is nothing in Noah's Ark. The so-called "last gift" is just the deepest, most secret and deadly document inside the Men in Black organization.

Or maybe, Bailan Jesso's future technology spanning eight trillion parallel worlds, even if combined with the power of Mare's ring, can't do anything.

Osamu Dazai didn't know how the story would end.

He just arranged everything as always, and put the most gentle option in front of others.

——At least this time, Dazai gave Furutani Rei a choice.

(rather than like)

(others...)

He is also tired.

For the hopeless world that can't help the back of the "book", and for the end that Osamu Dazai decided early on.

All of this is just destiny.

Osamu Dazai hastily and gently arranged the end of this world, ensuring that the hasty "three-moment plan" will not disintegrate in a short time, and he will finally welcome his own one.

The warm yellow street lights gently accompanied them for the last part of the journey.

The footsteps were steady and quiet, one step, one step, one step.

--forward.

— never looked back.

Xia Youjie seemed to be immersed in this long-lost tranquility, and he had indeed not had such a dreamless sleep for a long time.

The curse master no longer disturbed.But even though he knew that there was not even half a curse spirit in this world, he still released a defensive curse spirit to guard Dazai Osamu's side lightly and keeping a distance.

Dazai finally stopped caring about him, and soon stopped in front of a bungalow.

2-21, Mihua-cho, Tokyo.

This is "Kudo House".

The final boss of the men in black organization, who had just left during the day, smiled at the communication camera at the iron gate, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

"........."

The doorbell rang suddenly in the middle of the night, almost freezing the air for a second.

but,

Is it because of the identification of some personal trait?

Or is it because of some confidence?

Slowly, the huge iron gate at the entrance of Kudo's house was opened by remote control.

The man with black hair and kite eyes didn't seem to care whether there was a football or a gun pointed at him in the room, and he walked in with Xia Youjie with a smile on his face.

A small garden in European style.

Smooth and clean spacious road.

——The entrance where sundries and suitcases are placed.

Standing at the entrance, looking as if he was blushing because of unpacking his messy luggage, was an adult male with pink hair, glasses and squinting eyes, with a good-natured smile on his face.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, but the guests came to the door like this..."

The man with strange facial features apologized repeatedly, and even his voice couldn't help but tense under the apology.

The leader Dazai glanced at him with a smile on his face.

"I can forgive you for that."

He said softly, but his words were astonishingly merciless:

"However, he didn't even come to see me for the last time, so he was just going to pack his bags and go back to the United States."

"Is your etiquette eaten by dogs?"

"—Shuichi Akai."

"........."

The pink-haired Subaru Okiya-Shuichi Akai-Ley, his whole body froze in tension for a moment, but he quickly forced himself to relax.

"I really can't hide it from you," Akai Shuichi finally gave up his disguise frankly now that he had been exposed.

He reached out and pulled the wig off, took off his glasses, and removed the voice changer from his throat.

In less than a minute, the image of the mild-tempered and good-natured guy disappeared in an instant.Instead, there was Akai Shuichi, who was almost the same as in virtual reality except for his long hair cut short.

That pair of cold green pupils looked at the visitor, and soon lowered them tamely.

"'Mr. Dazai'."

Ley whispered.

Dazai smiled slightly, "It's too late, Akai Shuichi." Just like in front of Furutani Rei, he called the members of the whiskey group who had been with him by their real names: "Since we are ready to leave Japan, Apparently they have detected the news that the organization has gained a firm foothold in this country, right? Then," he said without leaving room for anyone, "don't call me that. You have nothing to do with me."

For a moment, even Akai Hideichi couldn't help holding his breath.

It's not that he doesn't know what the changes in the Men in Black organization mean, and he also understands that the organization after Belmode takes over may not necessarily become bloodier than before, but I'm afraid it won't leave any gap for the FBI to intervene in Japan. .

Whether these changes are good or bad, Akai Shuichi has no answer yet.

(only……)

Visible to the naked eye, even if it is for the balance of the three parties on the surface.

This country will finally usher in a period of complete peace.

After Akai Shuichi learned this unbelievable information from his superiors, he couldn't even speak for a long time.

(Is this the end?!)

(Is this the ending?!)

Inadvertently, the man almost crumpled a thin piece of paper.

(you really are)

(I didn't leave any room for myself)

Having never seen "Osamu Dazai" in the real world with his own eyes, Akai Shuichi still can't understand the reason why this child behaves like this.

And at this moment,

Only at this moment.

"This world," Akai Shuichi blurted out, "can't even leave you alone?!"

"..." The leader Dazai just laughed.

"Then what did you come here for?!" Another voice could almost be called a fierce questioning.

Came out from the corner where he hid a moment ago.

That is, Edogawa Conan.

He still looked like a primary school student when we parted, blue suit and red tie, his eyes widened angrily behind the glasses.

And in his childish hand, he was holding an invitation letter.

——Invitation letter for "Kudo Shinichi" to join the detective 'Twilight' camp.

As a smaller detective with many sources of information, Edogawa Conan naturally knew what was going on.

He also knows that as long as he accepts this invitation letter, the danger around him can be regarded as almost immediately lifted.

As a detective who supervises both 'Day' and 'Night' at the same time, as long as he maintains his position, almost no one will take the initiative to attack him, and even the Men in Black organization will have to rescue him due to the balance of power.

However, this is unreasonable and illogical!

How can a mere detective be forcibly elevated to the point where he can monitor the state apparatus and dark organizations? !

In this way, isn't the 'detective' the only one who gets the maximum benefit? ! !

After finally getting the information from Shuichi Akai, even Conan's heart was soaked in sour and bitter water.

(Osamu Dazai...)

Relying on his meticulous logic and keen intuition as a detective, he quickly found out the final truth among all the intelligence at a glance!

(Dazai...)

(What have you done?!)

Conan didn't know what expression he would be able to show when he deduced that the men in black organization would be forced to shackle the bloody violence in the past, and the bloody storm that would inevitably be experienced in the process of changing the leader and negotiating with the three parties.

Conan Edogawa has always been the one who protects others, protects others, and arranges everything.

For the first time in a long time, without even having the chance to refuse a good intention, someone directly settled the men in black organization and paved a bright and smooth road in front of him.

(you……,…………)

And now, Osamu Dazai finally appeared in front of him on his own initiative.

If it wasn't for Dazai's voluntary appearance, I'm afraid it would be difficult for Edogawa Conan to meet him for the last time with all his efforts.

Perhaps it was also for this reason that even the "Osamu Dazai" in front of him was no longer the boy of the same age who was all white and had nothing in his memory.

Even if Dazai had already sunk into the abyss voluntarily, the aura all over his body would be terrifying at first sight, as if his hands were covered with the lives of an unknown number of people.

Edogawa Conan was not as afraid of him as he expected.

As if he couldn't feel the dark aura of the man opposite Gin, the boy rushed over in two or three steps, and opened his arms affectionately——

He was hugging an invisible mass.

That is Xia Youjie's curse spirit.

At the same time, Osamu Dazai bent slightly and stretched out his hand.

After a string of Japanese characters suspended in the air and emitting a moonlight light suddenly appeared and disappeared, Conan felt that "something" that bound him disappeared out of thin air.

And Dazai gently pressed his fingertips against his forehead:

"If you want to keep me, this dose of anesthesia injection is not enough."

The man with black hair and kite eyes sighed and smiled as if recalling something, as if looking forward to something:

"At least, a lethal dose of anesthetic?"