Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Dazai opened his eyes.

——Pure white room.

... Osamu Dazai closed his eyes again.

Not only that, but he began to take deep breaths, trying to save... or strangle himself in his mind.

at the same time,

"general--"

"Owner?!"

"teacher??"

"'Mr. Dazai'?"

"Dazai?!"

Several calls with completely different tones and volumes sounded at the same time.

This is probably the largest number of people in the pure white room.

How many people have been pulled here—in other words, how "desperate" is this world? !

Osamu Dazai took a deep breath for the last time, stretched out his hands to cover his face, and rubbed in despair before opening his eyes.

do it all over again-

Osamu Dazai of the Armed Detective Agency opened his eyes.

In appearance, he was a tall, thin young man.

Wearing a sand-coloured coat and Western-style open-front shirt, with a bolo tie at the neckline and a round, lustrous sapphire.

Only the white bandages on the neck and wrists are different from ordinary people.

This man has a handsome face, fluffy black hair, and a pair of kite pupils looking at him with a headache and helplessness.

On the left eye that was always covered by a bandage on that side—

Nothing in the way.

"..."

"..."

In the pure white room, everyone looked at each other for a while, almost cold.

"I'm not. I don't. It's none of my business~" this 'Dazai Osamu' said lightly like singing:

"What does the Asura field created by his leader Zai have anything to do with me, Butei Zai~~"

(...)

(What is this person talking about)

Everyone in the pure white room felt that their emotions had just boiled, and they were suddenly poured with a bucket of ice water.

Nobody here is a fool.only……

(anyway)

(I want to see that person again)

"Well then, let me see~"

This familiar yet unfamiliar man was still the one who spoke first in the room.He obviously has the same face as that person, but when he speaks, he looks frivolous, as if he is floating in the clouds:

"What clingy puppies are chasing after you~~"

Only when he said this sentence, the man's expression sank for a moment.

From those kite pupils, there emerges a cold and sharp light that seems to be able to see through the heart, the heart, and the personality.

At this moment, the temperament of this strange man overlapped infinitely with another person.

"Yakuken Toshiro, Five Tigers retreat."

To everyone's surprise, the man directly named two of them:

"I remember you. The short knife of Fujishiro's family, right? It seems that going back in time and restarting everything to the happy node where the government of time still exists can't erase the memories of you insiders."

For some reason, the man smiled sarcastically:

"I don't always get my way with things like this. That guy..."

The two short knives whose names were directly named frowned, but they were worried about something and didn't draw their knives on guard without authorization.

——In the case of not being polluted by negative emotions, the sword man is not the type who will actively attack humans.

Moreover, this man who looks exactly like the "Last God Judge" is also right.

Going back in time did not take away the memories of the swords.

Fusangshen, these original swords, also complied with the parting agreement.

Always.

Always,

Always……

Quietly, wait.

After long and hopeless years,

The day we meet again.

And the swords finally arrived.

Yaken Toshiro looked at the strange man with the same appearance as the god judge with his grape purple eyes, then turned his head, and shook his head slightly at his brother who was also from the Toshiro family.

Wuhu Tui, who was hugging the white tiger beside him to calm his companion's irritable mood, was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, concentrating on grooming the tiger's fluffy and thick hair, and was no longer troubled by the man's incomprehensible words.

The self-proclaimed 'Wu Jing Zai' smiled and turned to the next person.

This person, apart from the initial exclamation as if he lost his composure, didn't speak anymore.

On the contrary, with a slight smile in his eyes, he repeatedly looked at Wu Zhenzai without any concealment.

he is--

Five enlightenment.

Wearing an ironed and expensive jet black suit, a pair of six eyes are covered under the blindfold, and the soft and delicate white hair is combed back.

no doubt.

this is,

A student who was personally taught by someone, the head of the Gojo family.

only……

"Didn't you take it off, that thing." 'Dazai Osamu' pointed to the man's black eyepatch, with a sneer, "In the new world, he still took the initiative to put on the old shackles again. Could it be that he is commemorating something? ."

The Patriarch of the Gojo family didn't get angry at all, but just smiled, hiding all possible offensive sights under the blindfold:

"That has nothing to do with you, right~'Dazai-kun'?"

He said so.For the first time in front of a 'Dazai Osamu', he deliberately spoke in the tone of an elder.

- Exactly.

——Since the last parting, Gojo Satoru has lived longer than 'Dazai Osamu'.

He kept his promise and bid farewell to his teacher quietly.

From that day on, free and easy, soaring in the new world where no birdcage can bind 'Wujo Satoru'.

Surrounded by close friends and relatives, only a silent and smiling figure disappeared.

This is not a problem.This is not the first time Gojo Satoru has waited.

He has had 20 years of time left traces of the teacher's stopping footsteps, and Gojo Satoru can live longer and longer.

Enough to remember a person for a lifetime.

(And this time,...)

Gojo Satoru stopped his thoughts, and 'Dazai Osamu' sneered.

Then the man went to look at the remaining two.

"...I really don't want to see this face," the man grumbled, "Obviously I hate dogs the most. That guy shouldn't cause me any trouble in this kind of place!"

"This face" and "dog" obviously refer specifically to gin.

Even in a pure white room, Gin is still wearing a black coat, black top hat, and black gloves——just in such black, the Patriarch of the Wutiao family sitting crookedly next to him can compete with him.

At this time, being named and ridiculed in this way, it is obvious that gin is not a vegetarian.

"...Who are you?" Qin Jiu coldly took out a pistol from his bosom, and pointed it at Wu Detective Zai mercilessly: "Pretend to be 'Mr. Dazai' and apologize with your life."

That murderous aura of breaking through the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood is enough to make anyone terrified, right?

But 'Bu Jingzai' just sneered, narrowing his eyes as if he was in a very happy mood:

"Come on," the man pointed to the center of his brow, and said in a low voice with a deep smile in his eyes, "Aim here. Don't miss it, okay?"

"..." Qin Jiu stiffened.

undoubtedly.This courage and the joy of facing death cannot be faked by anyone.

And at this moment, the terrifying aura that emerged from this man suddenly broke the frivolous appearance of him when we first met a moment ago, and made people realize instantly——

This 'Osamu Dazai' was also a member of 'Dark Night'.

Even, the blood that had been stained on those hands was no less than anyone else's.

But at this moment, only the last person left spoke:

"Let's not talk about that first.... You are 'Dazai Osamu'? Where is this? How do you know our experience? Could it be said," the man thought, "Dazai was the same as us before...?"

It is indeed one of the brain powers in the pure white room. Although it is not "Edogawa Ranpo", it is not even "Edogawa Conan" anymore, and it can no longer have anything to do with "Edogawa".However, he is "Kudo Shinichi" after all, a famous high school detective who has eliminated interference and focused his attention on the most rational place in the shortest time.

Yes.He has recovered his body and regained his identity as "Kudo Shinichi".

At this time, he changed into the blue school uniform of Didan High School and wore a tie. Although he seemed to be panicked for a short time, he has calmed down again now.

And looking at Kudo Shinichi sitting on the other side of the gin and the two of them barely getting along with each other, it seems that the "three-moment concept" that the world decided hastily, seems to be in the hands of the men in black organization, detectives, Japanese police and other forces. Thanks to the concerted efforts, it has not yet disintegrated.

'Butei Zai' heard Kudo Shinichi's question, and smiled briefly again.

"You two are the ones who have received the least information among all of them." This person had the most kind and bright smile on his face, and said the most unforgiving words on his mouth, "It seems that until the last world, then The guy can't hold it anymore. Such a hasty ending, it's thanks to you that you can persist until now."

Apparently, Kudo Shinichi was stung by this sentence, and instantly remembered the child whom everyone stretched out their hands but failed to hold... no, that young man, so he couldn't help pursing his lips tightly.

But,

Now is not the time to act impulsively.

Kudo Shinichi looked around, and ruled out Gojo Satoru, who was utterly dangerous at first glance (but in fact, the head of the Gojo family is the one who has never killed a human being at all!!), and ruled out the seemingly There are two little boys who are still a long time from adulthood (the years of being swords and swords are hundreds of thousands of years combined!!), excluding Gin Jiu who has nothing to say and gets angry when they meet (this But it is the only friendly army that can barely be counted!!)... Finally, I will directly talk to 'Wu Jingzai':

"Please. Tell me!"

The real age is the youngest high school detective in the white room, but at this moment of confrontation, he is the bravest and most decisive one, the one who bows his head first.

"..."

The man in front of him sighed, and finally let go of these poor and ridiculous guys.

After all, time is running out.

If his guess is right...

"One," the young man finally stopped laughing, and said seriously, "I am also 'Dazai Osamu'."

"Parallel space, descending world, you can understand it in this way. People from other worlds like you should not be able to understand..." This 'Dazai Osamu' paused, "No way. Can 'that thing' tell you? .Not even the tiniest possibility can be touched.”

As if talking to himself, he murmured softly and quickly:

"After all. That's something I envy even after seeing it. What about that world..."

Immediately afterwards, Dazai raised his hand and stopped Shinichi Kudo who opened his mouth to ask a question.

"Second," he continued self-consciously, "the three worlds you live in, we call them 'the world of despair', because you can't go to the future anyway, you need the intervention of outsiders. For example—— "

Dazai pointed to the swordsman: "The Government of Time has been wiped out, and the entire time and space are in chaos. All god judges will not be able to get out of trouble."

Then came Gojo Satoru: "You know better than me the choices of human beings in your world."

Finally, Shinichi Kudo: "Everyone is sleeping in the virtual reality constructed by electronics, and the whole world is slowly dying."

"Third," Dazai Osamu said softly, "if you are called survivors, then the outsiders are the invaders, and other than that, that guy's guess has been confirmed and is completely correct, and us onlookers By."

"I can't do anything except to watch," Dazai snorted coldly, "I can't even tell anyone what I saw and heard.... I was thinking 'why', but the result is always coming."

The time has come.

Even if the information that should be disclosed can be disclosed for three days and three nights, it is too late.

At this moment, words appeared on the pure white desktop:

/ In a world that is destined to be overwritten, someone sits in the position of the leader, controlling the giant in the dark.Under his control, there is no place that the tentacles of this illegal violent group cannot reach... /

At this moment, Osamu Dazai finally smiled:

"To Yokohama...!"

Before the figure completely dissipated, Dazai desperately squeezed out his voice, and said anxiously.

And after everyone disappeared from the pure white room, a line of text slowly appeared on the empty desktop:

/Countdown time: 3 days/

/Number of Survivors: 6/