My Bungo system is a little different

The silence in the air spread like poison, an atmosphere in which the more air you inhale, the more immobile you become.

Mori Ogai stroked the cap of the fountain pen with his right index finger.

"If you are attacked, you will be rewarded twice. This is the rule of the port mafia. What is the proposal for expulsion, Dazai-kun?" In the end, he just reluctantly followed the dialogue.

This is a frivolous 'rule' that cannot convince the master and apprentice.

In fact, this rule is just acting on the vast majority of ordinary mafia members, like elementary school students strengthening their collective sense of honor.The disciplines possessed by an organization that has grown to such a large size are essentially purely internal regulations designed to prevent disintegration.

For Mori Ogai and Osamu Dazai, this kind of thing is no different from nonsense, because the principle that really guides their behavior is actually——

"As long as it is for the survival and prosperity of the organization, no matter how cruel the theoretically feasible thing is, I will gladly execute it." *" Dazai said this with a strange pleasure, "I will never forget your teaching Then there is no need to add more losses now that you can't get more returns."

The boy put an accent on the word 'return'.

Sen was at a loss for words again.

Far from this safe office, something far beyond his imagination must have happened, and Sen knew it very well.

When facing his deadly student, once he loses his advantage in information, it is basically powerless to recover.

He seemed to glance at a black envelope on the desk inadvertently, and then looked at Osamu Dazai who made no secret of his malice.

Death is not the worst outcome.

"How did the leader of the mimic become harmless? Dazai-kun, please explain in more detail." The owner of this office perfectly returned to his role, as if he wasn't the one who couldn't react in time.

Since he walked in, Osamu Dazai showed his first disgusted expression.

What made him feel more disgusted was not Sen's confusion, but the other party's understatement.

"That was the result of people who had nothing to do with the Port Mafia - it whipped Gide's heart and made him repent. With bare hands, without a single shot." Dazai said the 'truth' he knew, regardless of this This description will remind others of whom.

The next second after hearing this, Mori Ogai showed a vague understanding on his face.

Of course, that is a completely wrong understanding.

Erasmus may have spoken half-truthfully in support of Osamu Dazai just a few hours ago, but when he and Dante recklessly revised Mori Ogai's plan, it was absolutely not with any intention of getting involved with the port mafia power struggle.

However, it is good to let Mori misunderstand like this. Deep in Dazai's heart, there is a selfishness that does not want to expose Dante to the public.

So he went on to add embellishment: "A person who is not anyone's enemy. Do you think of anyone in this description? People like us who think that without weapons, there is no survival, cannot understand his methods."

This has completely deviated from the tone of 'report' or something, leaving only the surface of honorific speech.

In the office at this moment, it looked more like the scene where Dazai, who had quietly completed the transfer of power, came to laugh at Mori Ogai.

Sen obviously thought so too, and when he spoke again, he had already adjusted his tone.

"I didn't expect to make a wedding dress for you." Sen smiled wryly, his expression was closer to the black doctor in the small clinic than the mafia leader, "I wanted to warn you of the poison of 'friendship', but it turned out to be the other way around." I feel your persistence."

He pulled out the black envelope and pushed it towards Dazai.

Dazai didn't step forward immediately.

The boy once again stared at Mori Ogai with the only eye that was exposed.

Creepy eyes.The real killing intent was revealed.

Sen smiled back calmly.

Osamu Dazai finally stepped forward and stopped in front of the rather large antique desk.

However, his hand didn't reach out to the envelope containing the license to open the ability, but to his shoulder.

next second.

Dazai took off the black overcoat he had been wearing all the time, which Zeng Sen had given him as a token of joining the Port Mafia, and threw it directly on the table.

The boy was still wearing a standard black suit, but just for a moment, the difference of a coat made him look like a different person.

"Dazai-kun, what does this mean?" Mori Ou was sinking outside.

The bad premonition that rose in his heart was stronger than when he thought that he would be usurped.

"What do you mean?" Osamu Dazai evoked a mischievous smile, and the murderous intent disappeared at some point, "It means that I want to leave the port mafia."

"By the way, not only me, but also Odasaku and Ango, have to leave the port mafia, and, Mr. Mori, you can't hunt us down."

Shocked by the words of the student in front of him, Ogai Mori didn't even care about the fact that Ango Sakaguchi was still alive, he directly stood up from his chair in a gaffe.

"Dazai-kun—" He subconsciously wanted to blurt out whether he was playing tricks on him, but he just called out the other party's name in a very emphatic tone.

After taking off the overcoat that concealed his figure, the black-haired boy looked even thinner, and the power that accompanied him all year round also weakened.

Even with bandages on his wrists, neck and face, at this moment, Osamu Dazai looked like an ordinary handsome boy like never before.

"If you want to say that you made a mistake, Mr. Mori, it is that Erasmus should not have built a school in Yokohama at that time." He said very calmly, "His 'correctness' will make people realize the importance of the school here. 'Mistake'. Not your fault, but the organization, the city itself."

This is not the topic that Mori Ogai is most concerned about at the moment, but he can't speak to interrupt Osamu Dazai.

"Perhaps he doesn't consider himself 'correct'. For him, 'correct' may be a derogatory term." The boy turned his head and looked down at the whole Yokohama through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He stared at it for a while, and when he turned back, there was a look of comfort on his face.

"Of course, this is something you have to consider, and it has nothing to do with me."

Until Osamu Dazai left, he didn't say a word about himself.

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In the text message sent by Osamu Dazai, in addition to giving the address of Mimic, it also stated that a Port Mafia unit would arrive there in about an hour, and the first order was to encircle rather than attack.And if necessary, Odasaku can temporarily command that team.

"Ango, you stay here first." Oda Sakunosuke said to Sakaguchi Ango who was sitting on the recliner, "I'm going to see Dante."

Oda didn't say how he was going to treat mimic.

Ango Sakaguchi couldn't say anything to stop him.He doesn't have enough strength to protect himself, and he can't contact the Supernatural Secret Service to take him away for the time being.

Therefore, he could only reluctantly say from the standpoint of a friend, "Please be careful and come back alive."

However, from Oda's ten-thousand-year-old dull face, it was impossible to tell whether he had listened.

In the end, Ango Sakaguchi could only watch with anxiety as Oda Sakunosuke left fully armed.

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The distance from the (pseudo) red × on the map to the location of the real mimic is not far away, almost exactly like no matter how you enter or leave the mimic, you won’t pass by the red ×.

From the car to the walk, Oda Sakunosuke's brain was always thinking.

In both Erasmus and Dante, the mastermind behind this must have been his neighbor.

Oda Sakunosuke understood this as soon as he heard Ango's narration.

Dante has never changed the fact that he is so obsessed with himself.

"The commissions received by "Divine Comedy" usually come from the dead with a detached perspective."

"You have always wanted to write, but you have been unable to write for so long that it has become his last regret."

What the curly-haired boy said when they first met replayed in his mind.

Therefore, in the original mimic event, he should have died.

Oda Sakunosuke vaguely understands this future that never happened.

Dante has a talent for manipulation.

From my first writing, to my first submission, to my first publication, the other party used various means to promote the realization.

His own death probably belonged to the part that the other party insisted on erasing from the very beginning.

Thinking about it now, their encounter also has a strong sense of design.

And this time-

Oda remembered Dante's eyes the morning he was summoned by the leader.

The all-knowing gaze.

I fell into the net woven by the other party without knowing it, and my emotions were easily manipulated until now.

Oda Sakunosuke walked carefully towards the Western-style building.

It is because I trust Dante and never set up defenses against him that I understand the truth behind the incident until now that the other party has given me the freedom to choose.

However, this trust is also mutual.

Oda understood from the very beginning that Dante believed in his ability, whether it was written words or the physical force of this body.

This is probably the same thing that is used as a benchmark when writing a screenplay.

Then the answer that Dante, who was staying in the mansion at the moment, was waiting for was very clear.

That's another thing Dante believes Oda has.his soul.

Oda Sakunosuke changed the magazines of both pistols, loaded them, and unfastened the safety.

He shot through the gate of the mansion.