With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

"what?!"

Rao Zhongyuan also paused for a moment, he let go as if his hands were burning, and immediately got up to sweep away the snow.

"Who taught you such things—but at least make a grave for them."

Zhongyuan Zhong also wanted to just throw him aside, but seeing the white-haired man stand up from the snow with a sad expression on his face, his heart softened for a moment, but...how did he teach him.

Why do non-humans want to long for things that don't belong... Nakahara Nakaya gave him a complicated look, then turned his head and grabbed Osamu Dazai's clothes like a mop to lift him away.

"Little dwarf, you are taking the opportunity to take revenge!"

Nakahara Chuya's speed was very fast, Dazai Osamu was too lazy to follow him, so he was dragged to the ground, completely turned into a rag.

"……To shut up."

Nakahara Chuya still held the tear in his other hand.

It is no longer cold.

He sighed softly.

Ye did not catch up.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of something, he suddenly let go of Dazai Osamu's hand, and checked the tear...

"Bam—"

Nakahara Chuya's body fell to the ground like a tree, but Osamu Dazai just watched indifferently. He stood firm and shook off the things on his body, looking at the man who almost merged with the snow not far away.

"Do you know that he has no resistance to poison?"

Osamu Dazai spoke the questioning sentence with a certain tone.

"...Because I tried it before, this time I improved it."

Ye calmly narrated.

"Want to cry?"

"No."

"Oh?"

"...to say goodbye."

Osamu Dazai looked at the white-haired man on the opposite side, no matter how he looked, he was human, but he could see what was inside him from the flawless surface... It was rotting, evaporating, and filled with characters belonging to other people The monotonous and empty soul.

Osamu Dazai saw Fyodor, the shadow of the Demon King in him.

But he... doesn't like mice at all.

"Although Fei Jia hinted that I would kill you, but I haven't heard what Zhong Ye is willing to teach me...then I don't want to kill you."

"Oh, aren't you afraid that the master you follow will kill you backhand?"

Osamu Dazai found it really interesting.

Obviously everything that has been instilled comes from others, but why would there still be willful thoughts that belong to the "self".

"...how should I put it, although for me, Fei Jia has given me a more complete soul... and also allowed me to completely break free from the shackles of my stupid thoughts, but..."

Ye calmly looked at Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes.

"The life I am pursuing is not the life of the body or the soul, but the more free, illusory, and eternal existence of my own consciousness."

"Ha... what a greedy thought."

Even if the white-haired man talks about arrogant and crazy thoughts and cognitions, his expression is calm and calm, without even changing, as if he really just thinks this way, thinks this is "freedom", is right The pursuit and devotion of "alive".

Osamu Dazai felt that this idea was really naive and ignorant, and the existence of this "person" was extremely pathetic.

But so what.

It's just that they are all drowning, desperately struggling people.

He is a madman.

Dazai looked at him.

But the figure in his eyes is clear and silent.

"Do you know the gods?"

"In the legends and stories, as long as He has believers and is believed in, He will exist forever."

Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth.

"Are you going to be a god?"

Osamu Dazai looked at the white-haired man and immediately shook his head in denial.

"Even if I don't know what you're expressing, but for me, what I'm after...is not such a superficial living."

Osamu Dazai didn't know what he was afraid of, what he was longing for.

But he no longer wanted to... hear those words again.

"How do you want to say goodbye?"

He lowered his eyes to Nakahara Chuya who was lying on the ground, and the tears that fell near his fingers because of the sudden landing.

"..."

Ye slightly raised a smile.

"Just clear everything. If there is a next meeting, I will use a more perfect and freer identity to hear what Zhong Ye is willing to teach me."

"Nakaya will definitely teach me what I'm looking for."

His mental suggestion is very similar to "hypnosis", so... the effect is quite good when the target's consciousness is in a state of chaos.

"...Oh, by the way, you shouldn't be able to touch the soul or the brain, right?"

He smiled, looking at Osamu Dazai's calm face.

The boy with kite eyes and kite hair didn't stop him.

Until the moment of parting, Osamu Dazai looked at the farther sky, and he asked: "If you found something more important than your theory of "living", would you give up? "

With his back turned to him, the man who was about to disappear into the snow replied calmly: "Then I think I should have become a real human being, because only human beings have complex souls, not purely for a luxury like me. Crazy."

He is just a sober lunatic who is happy to be alive and eager to find more meaning.

……

The Central Plains also remembered.

He remembered being played around by those two guys, one black and one white, like a fool.

He also remembered...

Ye is dead.

The guy who didn't understand anything, the guy who talked about his life all day long, died of suicide.

The imprint on his leg was branded when he was a "generation", which is the "shelf life".

Even if it was more perfect later, his core probationary period had already been written at the moment of birth.

But his death was his own choice.

The laboratory in which he was born was not destroyed, Fyodor took it over and said to Ye in his face: "Your time is running out."

"I know."

Ye smiled and said that the close companions in the past drifted away because the confinement puppet broke free from the silk thread.

"Fei Jia... But I am no longer that young man who doesn't understand anything, and even really thinks that Benia just likes gems."

His memory is really good.

Even after such a long time, he was still able to call out the name "Benia".

At that time, Zhong Yuanzhong only felt that they were talking about things that had nothing to do with him, but he still stood by Ye's side... Whoever makes this guy unreliable and lovable is also his "family".

"But my experiment has succeeded."

Fyodor looked at him quietly.

He stands here alone, on the roof of Mafia's iconic building, behind him is the sound of howling wind, raising his cloak.

"It can strip... the consciousness of a person, and it will last forever in another posture."

He smiled and threw out the bait, with a temptation that the former Ye could not refuse.

"...But I am no longer attached to these."

Ye looked at Fyodor calmly. The black-haired young man wore a fluffy white cap on his head. He smiled and raised his hand towards the opposite side and stood tall until Ye stretched out his hand, "Then you are going to wait here to die? It's been three years. 550 or five days."

Fyodor calmly told the time.

"what?"

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had been silent all this time, finally asked.

Ye hurriedly stopped: "That's just the time we met, nothing else, well, Zhong Ye, it's time to send this guest away, after all, this is our base."

Someone from the side quickly came up with a gun and pointed at Fyodor in unison.

But even surrounded by countless people, the black-haired young man still watched all this calmly, and even raised the corners of his mouth with interest, "Are you really going to kill me?"

He looked at Ye.

The white-haired man hesitated for a moment, and Zhong Yuanzhong could feel his hesitation, and even saw his hands shaking slightly, which was a side that this usually calm and calm man had never shown.

"... Fedya."

"How could it be?"

After all, he used to love Fyodor so much. They relied on each other, snuggled up to each other, and walked through the wind and snow together. Fyodor also taught him a lot, and he was the guiding light in his life.

But at the same time, Fyodor instilled what he wanted him to know, and kept pulling him, using him as his carefully cultivated marionette.

Ye slowly showed a smile similar to Fyodor's.

"Then I'll come."

Zhong Yuanzhong also interrupted all this.

He calmly instructed his men to shoot.

Fyodor gave a final chuckle, "If you change your mind, you can come back to me at any time, and I will wait for you in the church."

The black-haired youth disappeared like smoke.

It should be some kind of supernatural power.

Central Plains also ordered people to chase, although there is a high probability that they will not be caught.

This Mr. Demon is the biggest trouble in Yokohama recently.

Zhongya Zhongya didn't make a sound until everyone dispersed. He looked at Ye, "Hey...you've known him for a long time, right?"

"Of course, Fedya was my favorite person ever."

Ye replied with a smile.

"Feyya and I have spent together... probably half of our lives."

He figured it out.

half a lifetime?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also puzzled, but he didn't ask, but said: "...Speaking of which, you and him are indeed quite similar in some ways, especially this smile, which is exactly the same as him."

It makes people feel that everything is under control, and there is no calm smile that is out of control.

It is the most annoying expression in the Central Plains, bar none.

"But... I didn't say that, there is no difference between you guys, they are all rare troubles."

He didn't know what he thought of, and his expression was a little complicated.

Ye just smiled easily, and immediately went to the most comfortable room in Zhongyuan Zhongye, and he lay down on the sofa that he usually likes to make the most. His posture was not at all elegant, and he shouted in a tone that always draws the end: "Zhongye~ "

"what."

Zhong Yuanzhong also shuddered all over.

"That's... I'm going back tomorrow."

He refers to his residence.

But Ye usually doesn't go back. He spends more nights in izakayas and other folk venues, and at worst, he just lies in Zhongya's office in Zhongyuan. Every time he feels that the apartment arranged by the organization is simply a decoration.

"……Um."

He didn't say anything.

Ye Zhi may have recalled the past or something to reminisce.

Ye said a lot of nonsense before leaving.

It's just that behind those nonsense, there are lies.