The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

"In other words, this is just a drop in the ocean of infinite possibilities contained in the 'book'."

——"Heidun, Baijiechuan"

***

When the killer's knife stabbed his body, Osamu Dazai's heartbeat did not change at all.

As the youngest leader in the history of the Port Mafia, he is undoubtedly the one with the most experience in being "assassinated".Even the notorious former generation, before his death, faced only half of the blood and swords that this 22-year-old youth faced.

However, at this moment, the man who theoretically should stay on the top floor of the Hong Kong-Hei Building, protected by numerous fortresses and manpower, appeared here.

An ordinary residential area, dealing with a group of second-rate killers who don't know whether to be lucky or bad luck for eight lifetimes, seems to be extremely thrilling.

What's even more ridiculous is that the other party only has a little bit of speculative information, and they don't even know his true identity.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the sun in the sky, not knowing whether he should laugh or sigh.

The population density of the community is not high, and his current location is the most remote place in the entire community.From the dark alley hundreds of meters away, he has been "chased" to come here. Any ordinary person who is overly thin and unarmed like him would have died hundreds of times.

The reality is quite the opposite. This young man with black hair and black clothes has harvested almost all the professionals who are chasing after him.

Only this one is left.

And the price he paid, apart from the scattered wounds on his body, was the only penetrating wound on his waist.

This is the expected result of Dazai Osamu, at least, it is one of the "possibilities" preset by the leader of Hong Kong gangsters.

If the highest-ranking cadre of Hong Kong gangsters, Gravity Maker Zhongyuan Zhong, is also here, perhaps he will roar angrily again.

In fact, in the first two years, when assassinations against "Hong Kong black leaders" were not so frequent, Osamu Dazai, who had just turned 20, would sneak out of the headquarters every now and then.

It's not for anything important, in a way, it's more like looking for something for nothing-such as going to a seafood restaurant a few stops away to eat a crab meat pot, swimming in the nearby river (not suicidal Meaning), or squatting for ten hours in the trash can downstairs of a not-so-established detective agency.

Every time he was retrieved by a furious subordinate, the other party always looked like he wanted to kill him, but was forced to endure because of the hierarchy.

But this time is different.

In other words, the last time he ran out alone like this was nearly nine months ago.

Today, the end of Osamu Dazai's so-called "plan" is no more than two months away.And he came here to fulfill a purely personal wish.

At this time when it was no longer appropriate to indulge oneself, and it was obviously only suitable to squat honestly on the top floor of the Hong Kong Building, wearing a black coat without any concealment, was chased by a group of killers, and fled to this strange neighborhood.

Judging from the calendar, today is not a special day.Half a month has passed since White Day, but Showa Day① is still a few days away.It's not a weekend, it's not a festival, and it doesn't have any special commemorative significance.

It's just... a very ordinary Friday amidst many ordinary and peaceful daily life.

The young man in the black coat stood up straight. Because of the blood loss caused by the wound on his waist, he felt the sequelae of hypotension and arrhythmia within a short period of time.It wasn't that the killer painted something on the knife, it was purely due to his healthy physique.

After all, a guy who has been cultivating immortals for a long time, eating irregularly, working hard, and drinking excessively, even if he is only in his early 20s, his body has long been dilapidated like a person in his 50s or [-]s.

"It's really... ah."

The young man murmured that no one knew what he wanted to express.In his hand, he was holding a sharp knife that was "taken" from an unknown killer. As for the self-defense dagger that was placed in his clothes before, he did not know where it was broken.

Before coming to this place, Osamu Dazai made a bet with himself—with himself.

He often bet against himself, like a person betting against himself in his head.Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that this young man, who has used his worrying skills to the extreme, has made multiple reports on the fluctuations of the incident.

For example: this time, this place, the person he is waiting for.

The killer's knife reflected the bright light, recalling the young man's fleeting consciousness.He avoided the opponent's direct blow, his eyes fell on the smooth metal surface, and he saw his pale face.

And the side of the bandage bound to the right eye, almost completely disconnected.

So the leader of Hong Kong gangsters sighed inexplicably.

"..."

The killer stared at the man in front of him, and firmly grasped the sweat-drenched handle of the knife.The assassin's clothes concealed his face, but couldn't conceal the uncontrollable trembling of his body.

As the only person who hurt each other in this group of killers, he is also the leader of this group of killers. No one can see the weakness of the target in front of him better than him, so——

No one could better understand what kind of fear he was in at the moment.

This man, it's almost like...is...

But the task cannot be turned back, and there is only one result of failure.The killer felt cold sweat trickling down his forehead, and he briefly closed his eyes to keep the liquid from getting into them.

At this moment, in the realm invisible to the naked eye, some invisible power quietly covered this piece of land.

"How……"

The killer's body froze, his pupils constricted violently, and his breathing seemed to be paused.He uttered only one syllable briefly, but was unable to utter any more sounds.

The killer's organization adopted a very traditional management method: they would inject members who were defined as "dead men" with a drug that required regular detoxification.

Once the antidote is not injected on time, even if it is only once, the person concerned will die suddenly when the drug takes effect.

There is no doubt that any chronic poison has side effects, no matter how perfect its structure is.

This toxin is no exception: on so small and negligible odds, it can suddenly, prematurely, be triggered by agitation, excessive exercise, or simply a dark complexion.

As it is now.

As if in an absurd joke, the poisonous man moved his fingers, and his body fell straight.

With a clang, his weapon fell to the ground.

This was supposed to be the last blow he had accumulated for a long time. The killer firmly believed that no matter what ghostly tricks the opponent had, it would be impossible to completely avoid it under the premise of being injured.

Even if he is doomed to fail to complete the task, he still has to severely injure the target...or even better, drag the other party to die together.

but……

This was his last consciousness, and soon he stopped breathing, and dirty blood flowed out from his half-open mouth.The black-haired young man didn't have any special reaction, his eyes fell on the other party's weird and twisted body, but his expression was obviously empty.

A few seconds later, he squatted down, and the knife in his hand turned half an arc between his fingers——with a blank expression on his face, he wiped it outward.

More blood splashed on the grass.

……

……

Before getting the "book", what bothered Osamu Dazai most every day was how to commit suicide "refreshingly and vigorously", and how to survive the longing for death.

After getting that book, he obtained the memory of the parallel world within two years through his supernatural ability; and that year, after he became the youngest and most indescribable leader in the history of the port mafia—

All the rest of his life, just to accomplish one thing that sounds absurd:

Protect this world from being destroyed.

Because he saw countless parallel worlds in that "book".

……

……

The wound was still oozing blood slowly, and the body temperature and strength were lost little by little.Osamu Dazai lay between the grass and the soil, watching the setting sun that was about to set, thinking about the girl in his memory.

Her name is Miyuki, a relatively uncommon spelling: Miyuki.

In the worlds he had seen, he had hardly noticed the existence of the other party at first.She's not like Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango, she's not like Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Nakajima Atsushi, she's not like Nakahara Chuya or Kunikida Doppo.

She is just an ordinary person passing by in the lives of those "Osamu Dazai".

Until... when he had seen enough parallel worlds, among the crowds who came and went, separated and dispersed, he remembered the face that appeared repeatedly.

A stranger with whom he keeps meeting, talking, and passing by in different worlds.

Then, the exception appeared.

It was the only one among all the parallel worlds Osamu Dazai had seen; it was also in that world that he finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

——The "Osamu Dazai" of that world kissed a young woman named "Seragaki Miyuki" on the edge of a cliff.

—then she hugged him and jumped down.

Of course, that is not to die for love, but to die and live later.He looked at himself in that world with a dazed expression, watching the lines on the woman's cheeks in the strong wind.

I heard her say: ["I don't plan to die with you, let Mr. Dazai live alone."]

So he was finally able to confirm that, in fact, she existed in every world he lived in.

But the goddess of luck only favored this one time, such a person.In all worlds beyond that, they pass each other forever.

He saw one of the worlds, where the boy was sitting in a restaurant he frequented, coughing wildly from choking on crab noodles.So the girl at the same table handed over two napkins and folded one of them into a bluebell.

In another world, Osamu Dazai defected from the port mafia.In the pouring wind and rain, a strange woman who came out of the convenience store took a look at him and handed him a floral umbrella, which was obviously a gift.

In another world, a young member of the Armed Detective Agency looked affectionately at the new actress who had come to entrust her, and invited her to die in love with him...

They met, talked, and said goodbye again and again, and then they never met again.She has changed countless surnames and identities, and he has always wandered back and forth on that similar path.

If there is anything, it may be that no matter what their identities, situations, or ages, they will always meet.

Just like in all other worlds, the man named Oda Sakunosuke died irretrievably.

The 16-year-old Dazai Osamu got the book and opened it with curiosity and speculation; the old Dazai Osamu stood on the top floor of the Hong Kong Hei Building, but never looked down again.

Because of this "book" he got by accident, his life took a different path from all parallel worlds.This road is full of thorns and blood, and only he can glimpse the scenery along the way.

When he was really tired, sitting alone in a dark room, he finally paid attention to those "people in memory" like drinking poison to quench his thirst.

To call that "concern" would be an understatement.Apart from the original goal and plan, the man who has mastered all the opportunities has also spread the port mafia and his own eyes to almost every corner of the circle of influence.

Then Osamu Dazai discovered that this world also has its peculiarities—the two people he saw in countless parallel worlds who had shouldered the most important identities were written in the same account book.

The "Miyuki" of this world, named Miyuki Oda, is the daughter of Sakunosuke Oda.

He learned everything about that family through the monitoring, through his subordinates, and even the people around them.It took more than four years, nearly five years, to be a voyeur lurking in the dark.

While watching, he subconsciously compared everything in the parallel world.For example, Oda Sakunosuke in each world is almost the same:

Both like to eat spicy curry, both wear sand-colored windbreakers, both are unkempt, and they also repeat picking up children and writing novels.

However, Oda Miyuki in each world is almost like a stranger with the same characteristics except for the name and appearance, even the age is different.

But he still just watched.

He watched her go to a certain junior high school in Yokohama, watched her correspond with netizens from all over the world, watched her pick up dangerous or ordinary strangers, and watched her take care of children who joined the Oda family.

She doesn't like spicy food, but she is used to spicy food for various reasons; she likes to eat sweet things, and she needs to put a lot of sugar in her coffee, and it's best to use pure milk to make it.

Not very picky eaters, but only hate MSG, insisting that every grain of MSG will cause hair loss.

Although it is a bit of color control, but there is no special aesthetic tendency.Especially in the appreciation of the opposite sex, it is largely influenced by the environment in which it grew up.

She is also a genius in acting, but it is always difficult to get along with this talent, just like some people are born unable to accept their own supernatural powers.

In the end, he discovered that Oda Miyuki in each world is the same from 13 to 23 years old.

Osamu Dazai looked at 13-year-old Oda Miyuki and felt that she was just a little girl; 19-year-old Dazai Osamu was busy arranging expansion plans, and only had the energy to take a look at the " intelligence".

When he was 20 years old, Oda Miyuki graduated from junior high school.The leader of Hong Kong and Black sat in his office seat, watching his own gravity force in a corner, feeling restless about the issue of men and women.

There is simply no silver 300 taels here.

That day, Osamu Dazai heard Oda Miyuki's voice clearly for the first time through the surveillance of the cafe and the bug placed in the gap between Chuya's hat. The 15-year-old girl said "I like you" seriously in a dress given to her by the other party.

Dazai Osamu was not surprised by Chuya's decision, just like Oda Miyuki himself had no expectation of being accepted when he confessed.

Perhaps, it was precisely because she knew that she would not succeed that she would speak out.

If... Osamu Dazai thought for a moment, if Oda Miyuki and Nakahara Nakaya were really together.What would happen if he met her as "her boyfriend's colleague or boss"?

He took a sip of the wine, refraining from the thought of taking another sip, so as not to affect his brain that must be awake all the time.

That was already two years ago, and perhaps the parties involved may not remember the situation at that time.

And today, two years later, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters stood in a remote corner of this residential area, disposing of the last outsider's body.He looked at the deep and shallow bloodstains between the grass and the soil, and lay down as if exhausted.

He thought soberly, this is just a farewell.A first encounter that had never happened in this world was staged by him alone.

There are at most two months left, which is the moment when this four-and-a-half-year plan comes to an end.He should go to see Oda Saku one more time, before he actually dies.

He couldn't see her again at that time, he was afraid that after seeing her, he would lose the courage to smile and face death.

So, now is the time.

The young man closed his eyes and heard the sound of footsteps from far to near.The voice paused for a moment as it passed by him, and then slowly approached...

……

……

"Miss,……?"

The young man opened his eyes on the bed, murmuring as if instinctively.The temperature of the fingertips touching the human body is the same tactile sensation as imagined.

——After so many years of snooping, watching and imagining, Osamu Dazai used his own eyes for the first time to see clearly the grown-up girl.

His unrelated lover, the most familiar passer-by in his stagnant life.In a certain world they may be in love, but in the present moment in reality, they are just complete strangers.

Maybe I can ask her name.Osamu Dazai thought.Just like in those countless parallel worlds, we can talk, get to know each other, and talk about some meaningless topics.

Finally, say "goodbye" to her seriously.

She won't know who I am, just like Osamu Dazai in those worlds, never knowing if she missed something.She will continue to grow, mature, become an even more beautiful woman, and lead the life she has chosen.

That was the future that he was destined not to be able to see, but it must be bright, beautiful and radiant.

The girl's long hair was white like mist under the light, and in those smoky gray eyes was a hazy lake...full of emotions.

The young man met those eyes and suddenly forgot how to breathe.In the next second, he heard his heart, which had been dead all year round, hit the syllables of sadness, joy and trembling.

"Sir, I fell in love with you at first sight. Would you like to associate with me?"

"..."

At that moment, Osamu Dazai knew.

He's screwed.