My Bungo system is a little different

It is difficult for the human mind not to leak out to the outer shell when it is suffering severe pain.

Oda Sakunosuke's expression is always calm, even if the heart is like a volcano erupting, the external reaction is just a ticking of the little finger.

This law was broken when I was occupied by grief beside the burning observatory, and screamed with a distorted face.

But the unprecedented outcry didn't last long either.

When Dazai's subordinates began to think of ways to put out the fire, Oda's face had returned to a state of expressionlessness.

He stood silently for a while, then turned back and left the path he had come from.

When he returned to the car to start the engine, the last trace of blood from the setting sun was swallowed by the sea, leaving only a gray sky, and the surrounding air pressure was so low that it seemed that it might rain at any moment.

Oda stepped on the highest number of yards and drove towards the city as if he wanted to get rid of something, but the silence in the woods eroded the air in the car like a shadow, and got into his mind again.

After several hours of driving, all the way to the apartment where he lived, Oda's brain was blank—no, it should be said to be red.

The red color switched back and forth between burning flames and dripping blood, and finally stayed on the words of revenge.

Oda steadily opened the door with the key, but when he pulled the key out, there was a scratch on the lock. He closed the door casually, not paying attention to the sound of the door being knocked, and went straight into the bedroom .

once.

There was once a teenage killer who just didn't care living as a killer because he had nothing else to do.His eyes are nothingness, the eyes of those who have given up all human emotions.

There is no forgiveness in this world.Only revenge.

Live by such principles.

However, one day, that boy got another possibility, so he resolutely broke the past and the present——

Until now.

Instead of being caught up by the past, Oda Sakunosuke took the initiative to pick up the past.

The vision of vengeance kindled in the man's heart like a flame burning beneath a layer of ice as thin and brittle as a needle of glass, soon to explode uncontrollably.

In addition to the culprit's mimic, the target should also be himself who caused his friends to die within a short distance.

Obviously once determined that he would never kill again for writing, Oda Sakunosuke made a decision without hindrance in his heart: destroy the enemy, and stop writing with his blood-stained hands again.

I have already written the past that contains the warmth of three people, so now that one of them is dead, it seems that there is nothing wrong with stopping the writing.

Thinking of this, Oda subconsciously glanced at his own desk where drafts and books were piled up.

He looked past the collection he was about to sell in the bookstore, and stayed on several reasoning magazines.

It was when Ango was on a business trip a year ago and asked him to buy magazines. As a result, when Ango came back, he forgot to tell the bookstore owner in time and bought a few extra copies.Ango ended up staying with himself because he whined after lupin got drunk.

Oda Sakunosuke reached out and pulled out the magazine, but did not open it.He stared at the cover of the top book for a long time in silence—"Taro Hirai" came back with a surprise surprise of his latest masterpiece.

Then he took the lighter out of the drawer.

Originally, Oda had quit smoking.But after he started contributing to newspapers, it was inevitable that he would stay up all night to catch up on manuscripts and be physically and mentally exhausted, so he occasionally smoked a half cigarette again, so he kept a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in the drawer under the desk.

Oda Sakunosuke turned the ignition wheel a few times with his thumb, lit the fire, and prepared to use his other hand to pick up the reasoning magazine that had just been placed on the corner of the table.

At this time, the door in the room was suddenly pushed open.

"Odasaku, it's you who came back." Dante stood at the door and looked in, with one hand still pressed on the doorknob, "Your door is open and I'm still wondering what's going on—"

As if sensing something from Oda's expression, the boy stopped talking, but his brisk voice just now broke the atmosphere in the room that made the light dumb.

Dante's eyes paused on the desk, and then turned back to the lighter on Oda Sakuyuki's assistant.

"Want to smoke?" Although he said so, what appeared on his face was the kind of look that seemed to know everything that Oda had seen before.

"It's not good to smoke too much, but let's forget about it today." The boy moved closer, took out the cigarette case from the drawer and handed it to Oda, and with the other hand, he put the reasoning magazine back on the pile of books on the desk as if casually. inside.

Oda Sakunosuke took the cigarette case handed over by the other party, but did not open it, but stood there as if he was thinking about something or letting go for a while.In his vacant stare, the flame of the lighter flickered a few times, then went out.

The silence of one person tastes of frozen pain and sorrow, the silence of two people is like adding milk to black coffee.

Just seeing Dante standing in front of him as usual, Oda felt that the terrifying silence deep in his mind was temporarily covered, but it was only covered.

The boy with indigo eyes raised his head and looked at him, the emotion in those eyes became rare and complicated.

"Odasaku." Dante made his tone as serious as possible, "I'll be leaving soon. I'm going back to my time and my hometown. This will be a farewell."

"Our journey is coming to an end, I can feel it. Before I go, there is something I want to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Oda shifted his attention to the end of the conversation, trying not to care about the other party's 'soon to go' and 'farewell'.

"Children should go to school." Dante's answer was beyond Oda's expectations, "Xingsuke is already nine years old, and even the youngest Sakule can go to elementary school*. Although they are all orphans who lost their parents during the dragon head struggle, But not going to school is not enough. I received family education since I was a child, and in Yokohama, there is a free public elementary school, right? Xingsuke said all the time that he wanted to be a mafia, let him study more books, if In the future, I can’t even understand what Oda Saku wrote, that’s too unfortunate.” At the end, he laughed.

For some reason, Oda didn't interrupt Dante to say that he probably won't write anymore.

"And they get to make some new friends too. When I'm gone, it won't be too bad if I'm with my peers. That's about it."

After the boy finished speaking, he naturally leaned over to give Oda Sakunosuke a shallow hug, and then left the room.

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A few minutes after Dante left the room, Oda Sakunosuke pulled out a cigarette from the box the boy handed him, lit it and took a puff, then just watched the smoke rising from the cigarette.

After the cigarette between his fingers burned out, he opened the window to let the smoke disperse, took out his phone, and dialed Osamu Dazai's number.

The other party answered almost immediately, and spoke before Oda had time to say a word.

"Odasaku, listen to me, that person may not be Ango—"

"Yeah. I know." Oda's tone was quite steady.

In fact, it is true.

With a high-yield explosion at close range and a period of fire burning, even if the building is cleared after the fire is turned off, it is estimated that only carbon marks and some bone fragments left by the burnt out people can be found. It is difficult to confirm the identity of the deceased.What's more, Ango Sakaguchi is nominally a traitor of the port mafia, and after the fire is extinguished, no one will make great efforts to verify such an 'insignificant' matter.

If there wasn't a living Ango jumping in front of him, it is estimated that Ango would be 'unknown' forever.

Osamu Dazai's voice continued on the phone: "Odasaku, whether Ango is dead or not, your mission is over. Tomorrow you go to the office and return the silver oracle, and then don't worry about the mimic, I will dealt with."

Oda didn't answer.

So Dazai also stopped.

In a way, both men know each other better than they know themselves.

So Osamu Dazai immediately understood that Oda Saku would never let it go.

He has always been eloquent and eloquent, but he didn't know how to persuade the other party for a while, or maybe he was also shocked by Ango's sudden exit.

"Odasaku, where are you now?" Finally, he just asked.

"I'm at home."

"I'll come tomorrow to find—"

"Dazai. What good elementary schools are there in Yokohama?" Oda forcibly interrupted Osamu Dazai's speech with another topic, "Dante said that the children should go to school. I think he is right."

"Ah? Wait?" Dazai's voice on the other end of the phone panicked for a few seconds, "When did Dante tell you?"

"just now."

For a moment, Oda Sakunosuke could only hear Dazai's breathing from the phone.

"What Dante said is very reasonable. Odasaku, you should concentrate on investigating suitable schools recently." As if finishing his thoughts, Dazai said, "If you don't think the time for building a school is short, you can consider Saibo Street That elementary school over there—it’s funded by the port mafia and the Yokohama government, and I know the headmaster, he’s great with the kids.”

"Yeah. I made a note. I'll check it out, probably with Dante." Oda replied as if he had flipped something.

However, before the two ended the call, the last words Dazai Osamu heard were "I will join the team fighting against mimic."

When he wanted to say something to stop him, the other party had already hung up the phone.

Osamu Dazai stared at the words 'Call ended' on the phone for a long time, then returned to the main page of the phone and chose another number.