I'm not really a dual personality

"Hyuga-kun?"

Hinata turned his head to look over, and the wet Dazai Osamu came out, with a smile in his kite-colored eyes, "You left in such a hurry, could it be that..."

"Well, it should be a desperate incident." Hinata Chuang nodded seriously, "We must hurry over, and we can't let new fratricidal incidents happen."

"Where is the address?"

Taking the paper in Hinata's hand, Osamu Dazai looked at the address above, and instantly determined the location in his mind. Then Osamu Dazai frowned slightly. This location is very close to Raibo Street. Osamu Dazai never agrees with coincidences. More is deliberate.

Ding dong, the elevator door opened, Hinata So and Dazai Osamu walked into the elevator, he leaned against the elevator wall and watched the numbers slowly descend.

[Twilight Syndrome, the motive for the murder provided to us on Jaba Walker Island, that is, the death of the nine-headed dragon sister, I don’t know what will evolve this time. 】

[It will not exceed the scope of the game rules. 】

[I hope. 】

The elevator reached the first floor, Hinata Tsutomu got out of the elevator, and called a taxi on the side of the road, Hinata Tsutomu and Dazai Osamu got on the car and headed to their destination.

And everything has just begun.

……

Radium Street, once the concave area of ​​the French Concession caused by an explosion, is now a gray area in Yokohama, a slum where the military and police cannot intervene, full of poor people who can't find a way out in Yokohama and commit major crimes Prisoners who came here to hide, and various mafia organizations have also placed staff inside.

Generally speaking, it is a place that normal people would not come to.

The location given to them by the client was not on Radium Bowl Street, but it was not far from Radium Bowl Street. It was not much better than Radium Bowl Street. At best, it was just a slum where the military and police could reach.

Hinata Chuang stood at the door of a dilapidated residential building. He looked at the paper in his hand, and then at the residential building that was not much better than a dilapidated building.

"It's so shabby."

"Of course, after all, there are shadows in every city, and this is Yokohama's Shadow World." Dazai Osamu walked over from the side, his wet clothes were already half dried, but he kept frowning because of the dampness, "I just went to After inquiring about this client, Hinata-kun, would you like to hear what I heard?"

Hinata took a look around, and the residents in the slums cast indifferent eyes on Hinata and the two. Living here has made them lose their goodwill towards human beings.

"Is there no problem?" Hinata Sou refers to the news that Osamu Dazai got, "Can we get real news from them?"

"Of course I will judge whether what they say is true or not. Of course, it still takes money to get them to speak." Osamu Dazai took out his drenched wallet, "Damn it! My salary for this month is gone!"

Hinata So helplessly said, "I see, I will reimburse the money to Mr. Dazai after I go back."

"That's right." Osamu Dazai smiled and snapped his fingers.

"The name of the person who called us and entrusted us is Hayato Yoshimaru, who lives in Room 308 on the third floor of this building. Of course, it is rented. I found out that Hayato Yoshimaru has not gone out during this week. According to his income To put it bluntly, if he doesn't go out to work for a day, he has no money to pay the rent, but he stays at home for a week, which is very puzzling."

So Hinata and Osamu Dazai looked at each other, "How do they know the income level of Hayato Yoshimaru?"

"What good income can there be in this kind of place? And the people here are more terrifying than imagined." Osamu Dazai took off his increasingly uncomfortable coat and put it on his arm, "Although I think Mr. Yoshimaru Maybe we can't even get the commission fee, but forget it, let's go up and have a look first."

Hinata Soo nodded, he and Osamu Dazai stepped up the stairs, and the old and dilapidated stairs made creaking sounds, as if they were about to break when they stepped on them.

Fortunately, nothing like this happened, and they walked safely to the third floor, until they reached room 308. The door was very old, with a little dark red spot, as if someone was knocked on the floor at some time. Here, bright red blood remains.

Hyuga Chou frowned slightly, he bent his fingers and knocked on the door, but before he could knock on it again, he heard a creak, and the half-hidden door slowly opened.

The room was so dark that it was impossible to see clearly, but in the face of this darkness, Hinata So and Dazai Osamu both smelled an indescribable smell.

It was the peculiar smell of blood.

Osamu Dazai walked over directly, and found the light switch in the room through experience. With a click, Osamu Dazai pressed the switch. The next moment, a scene full of despair appeared in front of the two of them.

The man curled up in the corner, he looked up at the ceiling, there was a blood hole in his temple, there were scorched marks around the blood hole, the blood continued to spread along the forehead on the wooden floor, there was a wooden bin in his right hand, Even after he died, his eyes were still full of fear and despair.

Hinata Chuang walked over, he stretched out his hand to test his breath, and then closed his eyes.

"The body is still hot, he just died not long ago."

"It was suicide." Osamu Dazai picked up the wooden warehouse in the hands of Yoshimaru Hayato, "This is a self-made wooden warehouse, and the model refers to the special wooden warehouse of the port mafia, which excludes the suspicion of other ways of death, but now there is a The question is, why did he commit suicide? Why did he contact the detective agency before committing suicide."

"He's asking for help." Hinata Sobis eyes were full of grief, "Even in a desperate situation, he wanted to ask for help, so he called the detective agency. Unfortunately, he still didn't find hope after all."

Osamu Dazai looked at Yoshimaru Hayato's body, "Despair disease?"

"No." Hyuga Chuang stood up, "Despair is not just a form of despair, there are ways to spread despair."

Dazai Osamu remembered the term that Hinata So cared about before, "Twilight Syndrome."

Hinata Chou nodded seriously, "Mr. Dazai and I will look for any clues in this room together, such as game consoles or despair movies. It's the source of despair."

"What about the second case?"

"The fragments of despair will fall off the dead, looking for new hosts of despair." Hinata So said with a complicated tone, "So, we must find the fragments of despair before the second cannibalism."

Osamu Dazai nodded, he separated from Chuang Hinata, and searched for items on one side, trying to find more clues. There was a cabinet at Osamu Dazai, and a bookshelf at Chuang Hinata. The worn-out bookshelf was full of dust. There are a few books scattered here and there, and it looks like it hasn't been touched for a long time.

Looking along the dusty bookshelf, after a while, Hinata Chou saw that the dust on a certain book seemed to be different. Hinata Chuang took the book down, and then saw the fingerprints on the dusty book cover.

Opening the book, Hinata found a few pieces of paper with words written on it.

"Mr. Dazai." Hinata So called out to Osamu Dazai, "There is something here."

"Okay." Dazai Osamu came over, and the two stood together looking at the few pieces of paper.

"It was torn from something." Hinata Chou looked at the cut of the paper, "This form seems to be a diary."

"Although there is no date written, it should be a diary. That's right. The deceased happens to be someone who likes to record things. It's really lucky."

Hinata Chuang nodded, and then he began to look at the content on the paper. There were not many handwritings on the white paper, but it could be seen that the person who wrote the words was very serious. Although the words were not good-looking, they were not scribbled at all. The handwriting became more and more flustered, and there was something terrible in each word, and the despair was completely written on the paper.

"Today, I saw a dilapidated arcade machine outside of Radium Bowl Street. It's good luck. The parts and metals on it can be sold for a lot of money."

"I was embarrassed at work, that guy, relying on his good relationship with the boss..., but I know his secret, he probably doesn't know it, his secret has long been publicized everywhere."

"It actually gave me a lot of money. Anyway, I have enough expenses for a week."

"Why did a game suddenly appear on the phone? Can't it be deleted? Why is everyone's name still there?"

"... Something is wrong."

"Damn it, that's not an ordinary game at all, that person is dead! You can't be killed in the game, once the character in the game dies, you will die yourself! Why did I encounter such a thing?!"

"Another person was killed in the game. How long do I have to hide here before I can leave? I'm so hungry and thirsty, help me."

"Everyone is dead, only me and him are left. I know that it must be him. He wants to kill everyone. In order to keep that secret, I will never let him do so!"

Under the last line of writing is a dark red bloodstain, the words are blurred in the blood, but what is written in that line of writing can still be recognized, it is a vague address, Hinata So and Dazai Osamu looked at each other, and then the two The man turned his head to look at the dead Yoshimaru Hayato.

"This diary doesn't belong to him." Hyuga Chou had mixed feelings.

In those diaries, the words on the last line of the address are out of line, and the handwriting on the front is obviously not from the hand of the same person. In this case, Hyuga Chuang can easily judge that the owner of these diaries should be dead. , and Yoshimaru Hayato who committed suicide has a high probability of being the murderer.

As a person who was known of the 'secret', he used the despair of Twilight Syndrome to kill everyone, and even tore off this person's diary and took it to his place to hide.

But even so, he still did not escape the erosion of despair, and committed suicide in extreme despair.

"Now I feel that this despair is to some extent the abyss of villains." Osamu Dazai sighed, "You see, all the guys who fall into despair are guys who can be called villains to some extent. This despair does bad things, but in the end none escape the shackles of despair."

"In the end, I trapped myself in despair."

Hinata So looked at Osamu Dazai, and after a while he shook his head slightly.

"No matter how hateful it is, despair should not determine everything."

"How can a person's life be controlled by such an unnecessary thing? Whether it is despair or hope, only one's own decision can be made."