Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Dazai seemed to have a dream.

In the dreamland, it was a bar built underground, and the lighting was a slightly comfortable dim yellow.

The wooden bar counter is old, and it has been rubbed with a smooth and warm color by the bustling customers and people coming and going.

The bar has no windows.The smell of alcohol, the smoke, the heat wave when speaking, chewing gossip from different mouths.

Mixed together one after another, but miraculously not disgusting.

Under the enveloping light and shadow, the amber liquor trembled slightly.

Someone picked up a glass and took a sip.The ice puck in the cup swayed up and down slightly.

The dream is like an aged old photo, showing some old and dim feeling.

The sound is also like an old tape, buzzing, with occasional uncoordinated muting.

"■■," the red-haired man with an indistinct face put down his wine glass and said calmly with no expression:

"The hard tofu you mentioned, let me try it next time."

He was delighted to hear that.I thought to myself: That’s all right?My level of hard tofu is beyond your expectation!

Another person walked down the stairs, making complaints while walking, and pushing his glasses while talking.

This person's face was also unclear, but it made him smile unknowingly.

The people sitting in the middle of the bar chairs also raised their heads when they heard the voice, and greeted happily: "You are here, ■■!"

In an old photo, this person alone has no human form.

"He" looked like the kind of image that would appear in a traditional nightmare.It's pitch-black, like shadows, and like mud. It's unsightly from the inside to the outside, but it still pretends to be a smiling face and laughs with others.

He didn't look scared, just disgusted.

———What a shame.

At this time, the three of them chatted again, and the red-haired man said something like "dealt with the duds found behind the Mafia office" and all kinds of trivial matters, and the mud became excited and shouted "■■ ■, I want to dismantle the duds! If you don’t let me dismantle the duds, I won’t be a mafia cadre!” and other nonsense.

He felt a little complacent when he heard it, and thought: I won.I have already dismantled a dud, and when I succeeded, I was so excited that I jumped up from the spot!

After a while, without knowing who started it, the three of them raised their glasses together.

"For——the three of us are here."

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

He also wanted to raise the glass, but the old photo was "teared" and split from the portrait in the middle.

The dream also dissipated immediately.

Finally he remembered:

I am not that sludge.I am nothing.I am nobody.

I just--

In that figure, it was just the deepest and blackest shadow.

Dazai suddenly woke up.

"...Don't move around...!" Someone said in his ear, the voice was so loud that he had a splitting headache: "Doctor... have you called yet?!"

Someone quickly leveled his body.Someone grabbed his arm and pressed to stop the bleeding.

There are only mottled patches of color left in the field of vision.

His tinnitus was so severe that he finally couldn't hear anymore.

The second time I woke up faster.

The pain of puncture passed through the flesh.He woke up abruptly, with a pale face, and looked up with cold sweat——

The sight without the slightest temperature made the hands of the doctor who was performing the operation tremble.

"Narcotics!" the doctor yelled, "increase the dose of narcotics!"

The nurse said anxiously, "No! If you add more, it will exceed the standard!"

"..." Dazai was silent for a while, and turned his head to the side.

His voice was already hoarse, but there was no wave in his voice.

"Carotid artery. Pinch me out."

Dazai ordered.

When he woke up for the third time, he had almost regained consciousness.

After opening his eyes, Osamu Dazai's first reaction was still to look around.

Western-style classical decoration, the windows are opened, and there are white gauze curtains floating.

Judging from the top of the pine tree outside the window, it should be the top floor.

The large four-poster bed, the interior has obviously been specially tidied up, and the extra decorations that affect the movement have been moved to the next door for the time being.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air.

This room was requisitioned temporarily and became a temporary ward.

So--

Not a hospital, but still a "Twilight Pavilion".In this action, there must be some reason to stay here.

In addition, there are doctors and nurses on standby at any time, could it be... um...

That being the case, wouldn't it be good to stay in the emergency room?There is no need to make a special room for him to rest.

—— Words like that were not spoken.

Scotland, sitting in the chair by the bed, spoke.

"woke up?"

The dark-haired, blue-eyed man smiled.

But for some reason, there was a coldness in that smile.

Dazai was still lying on the bed, only moving his fingers.

"Can't feel the strength of your fingers? It's normal, and I haven't recovered yet." Scotland said, "However, I don't need to say this, right?"

The man lowered his eyes and laughed:

"That strength and angle, people without any experience can't do it? Let alone cut the wrist with only a pen. It's amazing, young master."

Dazai still didn't respond, he just stubbornly closed his left eye and opened his right eye, quietly looking up at Scotland.

The man with black and blue eyes quietly looked back at the eight-year-old boy:

"...It's true. The matter of 'wanting to die'." He said softly, "Is there no reason to 'live'?"

"..."

"..."

As if he had lost the will to explain the fait accompli, the boy remained silent.

After a while, he opened his mouth obediently to signal.

"Thirsty? Sore throat? There's nothing you can do. Although you've had a massive blood transfusion, you're still in hemorrhagic shock," Scotland said, standing up, "I'll get you some light salt water to drink."

But he didn't go out immediately after the voice fell. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number as if he was no longer worried about the boy being alone:

"Shift change," said Scotland curtly.

The door opened and Ley walked in.

He seemed to have just stubbed out the cigarette, and stood at the door to let the smell out before approaching, and sat down on the chair beside the bed.

As soon as he lowered his head, those cold green eyes fell on Dazai silently and disapprovingly.

As for where is Bourbon?

Bourbon is on the phone.

The dark-skinned, blond-haired man stood in the corridor, occasionally taking two steps back and forth as if extremely irritable.

"... Oh? Are you blaming me?" Popen sneered again and again, his handsome face showing some sternness: "Why are you?"

He stabbed people's feet calmly: "You are just a member of the organization who has also obtained the 'code name' like me. What qualifications do you have to blame me? Gin?"

Not knowing what was said on the other side, Bourbon was suddenly speechless.He opened his mouth and tried to say something like "It has nothing to do with us, it was the brat who cut his own wrist", "There is no conspiracy, no psychological suggestion, no induction of suicide", "How dare you disrespect the heirs of the organization", "At most it is just It’s just a few words of sarcasm on the mouth” to exonerate himself.

He couldn't even say it.

An invisible lump stuck in his throat, making him a few seconds too late, and he couldn't stop the cold, unquestionable words on the other side.

The other party hung up after finishing speaking, apparently not intending to listen to Bourbon's explanation.

"..." Bourbon flicked his mobile phone, put it back in his pocket, pressed his eyebrows, raised his eyes to see Scotland, and said sarcastically:

"Originally there was still a task to be done at Gin Wine, and they said they would come over in three days. Now it's good, and I have to rush over to see the little master after working overtime."

After a pause, Bourbon did not know who was explaining the same thing, and added:

"Who would have thought..."

Scotland held the water glass, lowered his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth.

On the other side, Ley walked over frowning, and the man felt extremely oppressive when his face was cold: "Where is the doctor?! Why didn't you answer the phone?" He said anxiously, "Hurry up! That kid's heartbeat is beating!" Too fast!!"

"What?! The amount of blood transfusion should be enough!!" Scotland jumped in shock, and was about to call out as soon as he put the water glass aside.

"----Wait a moment."

Bourbon interrupted suddenly.

The man's face was extremely gloomy, he almost gritted his teeth and said:

"If all three of us are here."

"in the room--"

"—Who is left to watch?"

The expressions of the other two changed at the same time.

It took only a few seconds to rush back to the room from the corridor.

Even the details of who grabbed the doorknob and knocked the door open did not come to mind, leaving only a dull pain on one side of the body that grazed the door.

"Stop----!!!!"

Bourbon yelled!

The windows in the room are open.

The white gauze curtain was pulled aside, and the boy who couldn't even move his fingers a moment ago was sitting on the window sill with his back to the door.

The window frame has been loosened with both hands, and one only needs to turn forward slightly——

"Osamu Dazai——!!!"

Bourbon yells!

At this second, Dazai is unwilling to leave even a momentary look back to this world.

At this second, the name flashed across Bourbon's mind like a lightning bolt.

At this second, Bourbon gritted his teeth and placed his final bet on the balance.

"Oda Sakunosuke! Sakaguchi Yasugo! Tan Kazuo! Nakahara Chuya! Akutagawa Ryunosuke!"

Bourbon shouted anxiously:

"Their book - the scoundrel's book - don't you want to take another look?!!!"

"————"

Osamu Dazai paused for a second.

At this moment, Ley rushed up, grabbed the boy's shoulders, pressed him in his arms, and fell backwards! !

... ... saved.

Close call.Life hangs by a thread.

Even if it was just a second late at night, Osamu Dazai would jump down without hesitation.

like a bird.Like a kite with its string cut.like a worthless drop.

Instead of being dragged up from the ground by Scotland, he checked his body roughly up and down.

"...,...'Rogue, Pie'."

Dazai suddenly spoke.

His voice was hoarse, like swallowing gravel, like burning coals from hell in his throat.

It can be seen that this pain is real, and it is not entirely for the purpose of distracting others.

However, the pain couldn't be seen from the boy's face.

He just stared at Bourbon calmly, calmly, as if he had confirmed something from the man's expression.

In the deepest part of the kite pupil, which is more void than the abyss, slowly, slowly, the firefly that was about to go out——

A star shimmered again.

"...I will live a little bit longer"

"After reading the book... at that time."

Osamu Dazai showed a slightly pale expression, as if his wish had been made, he smiled.