I write dog blood in Yokohama

No, do you have to give a clear answer?

Faced with the sudden reminder from the mysterious voice, after I froze, I deeply felt that this guy was messing with me again.

It doesn't say it sooner, it doesn't say it later, it has to come out suddenly to tell this amazing news now!

"What's the matter, Master Guanben? I'm just here to inform you." A mysterious voice that deserved a beating snorted coldly, and said with a small mouth: "Anyway, didn't you always want to attack them, and now you have achieved your goal. Hurry up and nod, my lord will send you back."

I:……

That must be, not very good.

The thing I have been pursuing has been obtained unexpectedly. This kind of mood is really too complicated, and I am completely unprepared. At this moment, I somehow understand Sasuke's feeling of being empty after revenge. How to react.

I left just saying that, without even an explanation or a follow-up, not to mention Nakahara Nakaya standing in front of me and looking at him...

It's so hard to say yes.

I opened my mouth, and my palms rarely broke out in cold sweat. The answer I was thinking about was clearly in front of me, but at this moment, I rarely fell into a state of hesitation and bewilderment.

The mysterious audio seemed to be unable to see the past, and said speechlessly: "You don't need to agree, just give me an answer, yes or no, anyway, just call me when you are ready."

It disappeared after finishing speaking, as if it had never been here before, and the buzzing voice in my head returned to calm.

"it is good."

"what?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also shocked, and his expression fell into a short blank. I quickly explained to the handsome and delicate young man with red hair: "I mean..."

"I'll give you an answer when I go back today."

Quietly pulling the other party's cuff, my heart was nervous and apprehensive, and my eyes were full of cautious temptation and expectation for some demanding things: "Is it okay?"

"...Ah." Nakahara Nakaya's sharp blue eyes stared at me suspiciously, his expression softened, he seemed to be relieved, but he scratched his hair tangled up, and finally turned into helplessness.

"Let's go back."

"Yeah." I nodded, turned around and left the street of Motomachi Park, and when I was about to cross the street, I turned around and looked back. The orange-haired man in a delicate suit was still standing there, looking at me Turning around, he raised his hand and waved his arm.

Saying goodbye to Nakahara Chuya, I thought I would go home to deal with some funeral affairs, but the phone in my hand rang suddenly.

"Hello."

"Moses, is it Xiaojiao?"

"Mr. Dazai?" I glanced at the phone screen in surprise, I didn't expect this guy to call me, it's a pity to think about breakfast.

But the other party didn't open his mouth to mention the email: "I'm sorry to call you at this time, is Xiaojiao near Motomachi Square now?"

"Yes."

Coincidentally, this is not the case. The house arranged by the public is located near Motomachi Park and Motomachi Square, surrounded by almost all government and state agencies. The Immigration Bureau, the police station and other foreign agencies are also here, and the law and order are relatively good.

Osamu Dazai on the other end of the phone seemed to want to say something, but another voice squeezed in, chewing something, and said vaguely: "That's right, the detective agency has a task for you as a newcomer, about bombing You should be very clear about the matter of impeachment."

This voice... Edogawa Ranpo?

Edogawa's rambunctious voice only flashed for a moment, and Dazai Osamu quickly returned to the microphone with a light tone: "That's right."

"The location is the center of the Broadcasting Building on the street opposite Motomachi Square. The height of that building is no less than the headquarters of PortMafia. These days, the bomber sent a notification letter to the detective agency. Just now, the last signature It's the Cang の Knight."

"TA will blow up that area at 17 o'clock in the evening, along with the communication signals of the entire city."

What?17 o'clock in the evening...

I swipe the notification bar to see the current time, 16:48.

Isn't that only 12 minutes left? ! !

"I see, I'll rush over there right away." He silently replied to the other party, knowing very well what the current situation meant in his heart. The bomber appeared in such a hurry, and he only asked me to deal with this matter.

The entrance exam is coming.

Aware of my surprise, Dazai Osamu's voice was very soft, as if he was comforting something: "Don't worry, Mr. Ranpo has found the location of the bomb. Xiaojiao just listens to my command and dismantles it." alright."

Having said that, he laughed lightly at the end, with a nostalgic tone: "It reminds me of four years ago."

"When Xiaojiao was still working under me, I also directed you."

...It's a shame he still remembers it.

I was a little speechless in my heart. A similar thing happened when I was a subordinate of Osamu Dazai. At that time, he was not so patient. The crisis in the middle was resolved by himself. This guy would not use black mud to attack me. His face is not bad, as the saying goes, his voice is softer by more than one degree now.

I turned around and started running north. I speeded up a bit. Now my left and right feet are functioning normally, and I can run as light as a swallow. I no longer have to suffer from the lack of sense of touch and pain.

Thinking of what Mysterious Voice told me just now, I let out a breath while running, feeling a little relaxed: "This ending is not bad."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"It's nothing."

Passing through the streets near the park, I could already see the shadow of the center of the Broadcasting Building from here. I judged the shortest distance, directly used the superpower to add buffs to my feet, and rushed towards the target location.

Dazai Osamu did not continue to ask, but was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said: "Xiaojiao, did you go on a date with Zhongye today?"

Alas!

I paused, and said with a guilty conscience: "What's wrong."

"Hey - sure enough, you turned down my invitation, so you're going on a date with that simple-minded slug? It's really sad, Jiaojiao."

Someone's voice mixed with a nasal sound sounded aggrieved: "Could it be that I can't do it? It's been four years since I saw you. Xiaojiao got in touch with Zhong Ye so quickly. He's in an opposing organization."

"I'm sorry..." I hung my head guiltyly, no, why am I so guilty!

Just a date, what a drop!

Anyway, there is no conflict involving the interests of a third party, and I have to give Zhongya an answer tonight. I quickly dodged a car, and before the owner of the car honked and cursed, I jumped onto the roof of the car with agility. Supporting the car cover with his hands, he swung his body and stepped over these obstacles.

The building of the Broadcasting Center is ahead, and the scene is a bit noisy. The police are effectively evacuating the staff in the building. I don’t know if they lied about the news to them. The people who were evacuated were not too panicked, but a few showed dissatisfaction look.

I squeezed into the crowd, recalling what Osamu Dazai said just now, the explosion started at 17:[-], and the signature of the bomber was——

Cang Knight?

I signaled Osamu Dazai to call Edogawa Ranpo temporarily, and confirmed that the other party answered the phone in doubt. I asked speechlessly, "Mr. Ranpo, what is the relationship between the prisoner and the King of Cang and the Apostle of Cang?"

"Huh? You even know this."

Edogawa Ranpo's voice was a little distorted, but he didn't show surprise. After swallowing a candy, he said mysteriously: "It's really related, even the method of committing the crime is the same as that of the one who attacked the detective agency. Cang の apostle is almost the same."

"Well, Kunikida and Atsushi have already rushed over to you. They will explain to you, but the detective agency is a little far away."

I:……

Is this some serial drama that I missed.

I am a senior fan author who has carefully considered the original work. Of course, I remember the bombing and bombing incident related to the Apostle of Cang. In the original novel, it was Osamu Dazai’s admission test. In the first season of animation, it was Nakajima One of the important cases that Atsushi and Kunikida solved together.

I explained my background to the police, and the process of getting in was smooth, but the remaining time was not easy, and the voice of Edogawa Luanbu just entered the lobby: "Under the cabinet at the front desk, there is a bomb. bomb."

"I gonna go see."

Quicken your pace and follow the command of the other party, there is indeed a small thing hidden there. I have to say that I couldn't even dismantle duds when I first crossed, but now I am quite familiar with it. Sure enough, people are animals that can grow ah.

Because it is a very simple little bomb, it is easy for me to deal with it alone. Unfortunately, the bomber will naturally not just leave such a small gadget to deter everyone. The whole building is full of such things, every floor Put a few in fixed positions.

Followed Edogawa Ranpo's instructions and solved them one by one. I was exhausted at the end of the dismantling. Along with my nervous mood, I couldn't help but shed a lot of cold sweat.

"Tsk, it's too late."

The voice on the other end of the phone was also rare and serious, with nothing in his mouth: "Hey, you go to the lobby on the top floor right now, immediately."

"I understand." I didn't ask the other party why, and I saved time as much as I could. I quickly ran to the elevator and pressed the button leading to the highest floor.

He lowered his head and glanced at the time, 16:56.

……

Damn, there are only 17 minutes left until 4:[-], even if the ordinary police downstairs are called up to help dismantle it, it will be too late.

It will take time for professional bomb disposal experts and special police to arrive here. Four minutes is definitely not enough. Sex explodes as soon as it enters the building.

There is no solution at all.

But according to what Edogawa Ranpo said, there should be a turning point in this matter. I wiped the cold sweat off my head with my arm, and watched the number of elevators soar all the way, and finally stopped on the 16th floor.

Stepping out of the threshold of the elevator box, the light on the 16th floor is very dim, surrounded by gray walls, it looks like an undeveloped construction area, there is a lot of dust and smoke on the ground, and it is flying when walking.

I silently put the phone on the call into my coat pocket.

There is no other reason. A figure gradually appeared in the front hall. The man had an above-average face. He didn't look very old, at most the age of a college student. He was sitting quietly on a wooden bench not far away. superior.

His eyes were dead gray, and I'd seen a lot of those Death Eater-like eyes when I worked at PortMafia.

"You came."

The young man sat lazily on the stool without moving.

"……do we know each other?"

I fell into a very confused state, almost thinking that this was some enemy I had provoked, but fortunately, the other party glanced at the monitoring monitor next to him and said, "I've been watching your bomb disposal here, Very fluent and proficient, as expected of an armed detective agency.”

"But you also know that that little toy can't be disassembled at all, right? My bomb is perfect and invincible, there can be no mistakes."

It's a real hammer, so this guy is the bomber.

Why did he take the initiative to come to this building? ? ! !

No wonder Edogawa Ranpo let me go directly to the top floor, the emotional prisoner is waiting for me here, I counted the time in my heart calmly, there is absolutely no more than 2 and a half minutes left, things are not easy to handle .

The prisoner waiting there didn't talk nonsense. He sat up a little bit, raised his leg and put it on the cross support of the stool, and stretched out his hand casually to pull it hard. The black veil beside the young man was immediately pulled away, revealing the covered things—

A little girl with her mouth sealed with tape.

My eyes suddenly changed. I naturally remember that little girl. She was the child I met at the subway entrance yesterday. Because my mother was buried inside and wanted to climb in, I saved it in time.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!!" The little girl with a braid saw me, burst into tears, and struggled hard on the bench.

I frowned, turned my gaze back to the young man, and said in a cold voice, "What exactly do you want?"

I originally wanted to delay drawing the portrait of this man, but there was a little girl around, and I was worried that he would make some gestures to threaten me while I was painting, so the young man didn’t ink any ink, and said straight to the point: “It’s obvious, isn’t it. "

"As you can see, I am the Knight of Blue. Tsk, I thought that guy named Kunikida would come, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"But there's no difference."

"...He is rushing over, what is your relationship with the Apostle of Cang?"

As I asked, I secretly stretched my hands behind me, trying to fumble for my post-it notes and signature pen. This sentence seemed to be on point, and the voice of a young boy who was not interested just now suddenly raised his voice: "Look. Come on, do you know that person too, so don’t ask me at all, it’s your detective agency that killed her!”

"What does it have to do with the detective agency? It's what she did that got consequences."

Observing the changing micro-expression of the other party, I tried to provoke the other party to continue talking nonsense, but the prisoner suddenly calmed down and looked at me sharply: "Are you delaying time? It's useless."

"I am the Apostle of Cang... that is, the student of Teacher Sasaki Nobuko. She was originally a professor of our major. She is very kind and gentle, but her eyes suddenly changed that day. I have been paying attention to her, and even followed the teacher's instructions The pace came to Yokohama."

"After learning that both the teacher and the teacher's boyfriend died because of the armed detective agency, I was determined to avenge her, so I planned these plans."

lie.

When he spoke just now, his eyeballs moved slightly to the upper left, and his brain was probably fabricating or imagining that when he said the word "revenge", he didn't use his jaw forcefully, which was completely different from the force he used when he was angry just now.

Although the guy sneered smugly, the smile did not show wrinkles at the corners of his eyes just now, it was a fake smile.

…Don’t underestimate my powers of observation. When I didn’t speak Japanese at first, I almost relied on their micro-expressions and tone of voice to guess the meaning. If you really observe, you won’t miss too many details.

It's a pity that the time I procrastinated was only enough to draw a stick figure. I tried my best to recall the whole explosion, and said directly: "Liar, the girl who came to the detective agency that day, do you know me?"

Prisoner: "..."

"You're really smart, you're going to die anyway, so it's okay to tell you."

"Kazuko is my ex-girlfriend. The reason I dated her is to use her family relationship to investigate the affairs of Mr. Sasaki. In order to provoke the Armed Detective Agency, I deliberately asked her to go to your place on a specific day to entrust the agency. In the end, the two main forces all left and blew up the nearby subway.”

I:……

There is still room for lying.

When talking about ex-girlfriends and exploits, the muscles on his face are asymmetrical, and he speaks a little faster.

But this is not the most important thing at the moment. I glanced at the little girl sitting next to me who was still in tears. I hated my ability very much and couldn’t immediately ban strangers on the spot. The prisoner also said that he was tired and his eyes were calm Come down: "But now I understand Mr. Sasaki a little bit."

"After doing so many things and causing so many explosions, it's useless for that guy from my ex-girlfriend to cry because of the explosion. If I tell her that I am the murderer, I'm afraid she will be scared to death..."

The young man closed his eyes: "I'm already tired."

"Choose." He took out a button device from his pocket, pressed it with his thumb, and the two small buttons next to my feet suddenly lit up.

That's right.

There are always two small gray buttons next to my feet. To be on the safe side, I didn't touch them. Because of the man's movements, those two things suddenly turned out different colors, one red and one blue.

"I also installed a bomb in a nearby building. Select the blue button and the countdown to the bomb will continue. The small devices in the building and the bombs in other places will explode as planned. Of course, the bombs we are in This layer will not be affected in any way."

"Select the red button..."

"The moment you press the button, the countdown will stop immediately, and all bombs will be stopped, but the bomb on me will be triggered."

what the hell.

I frowned and glanced at the opponent's body, but I didn't see the trace of the bomb. Could it be installed in the body?

"I explained it to you in advance." As if seeing my confusion, the young brother smiled a little: "Although I can make these interesting things, I am a person with supernatural powers."

"I can create a human bomb. Unfortunately, the bomb can only be activated if it is installed in a human body, and it will injure me, the maker."

"It's like this." He suddenly raised his hand and touched the little girl who was tied next to her. A strange thing immediately protruded from the girl's arm.

Depend on!

"Hehe..." The boy laughed softly: "I don't want to live anymore, but before I die, it's not too much to take away a few people who hurt me, right?"

"The choice is yours to save all explosions except this one, or just the three of us."

"Come on, the countdown is only 1 minute left, 59 seconds, 58 seconds, 57 seconds..."

"In these last tens of seconds, make your choice!"

His voice became crazy at the end, I gritted my teeth, and directly rolled up the post-it note in my hand. It was a knitting thread, and there was not enough time.

I took out the mobile phone in my pocket, and seeing that the phone was still on, I asked directly: "Mr. Ranpo, is what he said true?"

A reply came from the other end of the phone very quickly. The other party's voice was rare and serious. Even if they hadn't met, they could still think of the emerald green eyes that the black-haired young man had opened: "Although I want to deny it, but..."

"Unfortunately, it's true."

"You bastard." The prisoner looked at me with a sullen expression as I took out my phone, and then returned to calm with a frown of eyebrows: "Forget it, even if you ask for support now, there is not enough time at all."

I am not speechless.

In just 60 seconds, it is impossible for me to draw the portrait of this boy, at least 65% of the similarity is required to cancel the supernatural power he has displayed.

Correspondingly, I couldn't draw the portrait of the little girl in such a short period of time, and there was no way for the two of us to have an indestructible body so as not to be killed by the bomb.

After thinking about the countermeasures for 0.5 seconds, I felt extremely nervous, speechless and angry, and suddenly felt a little helpless, so did I actually choose this way to end it...

Hanging up the phone that was showing an ongoing call, I dug out the contact information of Chuya Zhongyuan, and edited a paragraph for him——

【sorry. 】

【Mr. Chuya, I am really happy today, if only I could really get to know you. 】

It's not through this way of getting along with the Raiders to go home, nor through the encounter with the port mafia, it's really being together without any external factors.

Due to time constraints, I casually typed on the keyboard and sent it, then I turned off the phone and took out my portrait from my pocket.

Now the only thing that can be used is my own portrait. Since the two people on the opposite side can't draw portraits, then... If I write [Accept the supernatural powers of the two of them] on 100% of my paintings, it will be fine?

Transfer the bombs from the two people to myself, and then I quickly eliminate the supernatural powers on myself, press the red button, and everyone is saved.

This is a very perfect ideal state.

It's a pity that the reality is very skinny. It took 10 seconds to send a text message just now. I took out the portrait and added writing, which also took more than 10 seconds. It took 2 or 3 seconds for the bomb to be transferred to myself.

In order to prevent the prisoner from realizing his intention and making a new body bomb quickly, I had to use the stickman to perform a mental attack on him to interrupt his movement, so 5 seconds passed again.

Pressing the red button also takes time, and it takes time for me to cancel the bomb on my body. The few tens of seconds are not enough.

...It's not enough, so I can only try this way.

Without any time to continue hesitating, I quickly followed the steps I thought in my heart, and transferred the bombs from the two people to myself. Skill.

A golden light appeared in the dark hall, and the dancing butterflies met the young brother.

"I'm sorry Kazuko, I should die underground and become a paramecium without any social contribution, why on earth would I..."

Sure enough, the young man was caught off guard and lay on the ground without any accidents. While he was losing his mind, I quickly took out two guns and shot him in both legs.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!" The little girl was startled by this accident, and began to struggle on the chair again, but her hands and feet were tied to the stool, and she couldn't stand up at all.

I really want to comfort the other party, but unfortunately there are only 8 seconds left.

Oh shit! !

Get out of here quickly, and run upstairs to the rooftop desperately. If I explode here now, the little girl will definitely be accidentally injured.

8 seconds, 7 seconds, 6 seconds, 5 seconds...

While running, I wrote at the fastest speed in my life. I couldn’t do it. It was too late. I clearly felt that there was something like a sarcoma in my body, squeezing my heart, making it difficult to breathe, and even affecting my running speed. Seeing that the rooftop is the threshold beyond the front, I calmed my breath, and turned back to look at the scene behind me.

As if I was going all out, I began to shout mysterious voices in my head, and at the same time, I clenched my hand and aimed the gun at the red button behind me.

"boom--"

At the same time as I pulled the trigger, I jumped to the roof, I closed my eyes tightly to activate the supernatural power, and there was an indescribable peace in my heart.

This should count as passing the entrance test, right?

Before leaving this world, I don't have any regrets after completing the test.

***

The moment the thought fell, my body caught it.

The shoulders were held down by a pair of slender and powerful palms, and the two of them retreated several meters with the impact of their jump just now. The soles of their shoes rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound, but the spacious and strong chest behind them did not move away.

"It's really scary."

A familiar voice came from the top of my head, and the other party sighed softly, holding my shoulders without letting go: "I almost missed it, Xiaojiao is really bold in her actions."

"T-Mr. Dazai?"

I opened my eyes in surprise, stuttered once in a while, and turned my head in disbelief. Because of the other party's touch, the human, meat bomb, and bomb on my body were obviously eliminated.

...but why is he here? ! !

It's impossible for this guy to squat here from the beginning, because when I called him, Edogawa Ranpo was also next to him, well, Dazai Osamu's voice almost disappeared after the call, and I followed up with Ranpo the whole time Call, he probably had already taken the opportunity to slip away at that time.

"Congratulations, you passed the test."

The black-haired young man standing behind lowered his voice a little, his handsome face was smiling, and his voice was often nasal, making his speech extraordinarily magnetic.

The two of us are at the top of the roof of the center of the entire broadcasting building. The howling wind is ringing in our ears, and our cheeks are aching. Dazai Osamu has already let go of his hand and took the initiative to explain for me: "Xiao Jiao talked with the president yesterday about joining the club, right? But that’s not considered a real membership, and if you want to join the Armed Detective Agency, you need to go through an entrance examination, and only by passing the examination can you become a real member.”

"And after passing it, you can control the supernatural power more conveniently. Xiaojiao can try the effect."

Knew it.

I scratched my cheek, raised my head uncertainly and said, "The bomber shouldn't be acting, right?"

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, and burst out laughing, as if wondering why I thought so: "Of course it's impossible, he is a real criminal, and he will be taken away by the police later. Xiaojiao has done a great job, President I will definitely recognize your ability."

"Then it's not convenient to talk here, why don't you go back first?"

The black-haired young man put one hand in his pocket, and his fluffy and slightly curly hair was also blown. Looking at the slender and tall back of the other party, I subconsciously wanted to follow the footsteps of the past, and stopped silently.

"No, Mr. Dazai."

I stood there and watched Osamu Dazai brush past me and walk to the front. In fact, if you observe carefully, his height and bones have grown a lot compared to the previous impression, and his aura is more mature than that of PortMafia.

The air was suddenly quiet.

Osamu Dazai didn't turn around, he still turned his back to him, the expression on his face was hard to see, and he asked in a very soft tone, "Why?"

"..."

I stood silent, not knowing how to reply to him.

Of course because I can go home.

Gizhong also replied, the entrance test was passed, and the little girl downstairs was successfully rescued. Now there is only one farewell left, and I can leave without any regrets and contentedly.

Just now I urgently called the mysterious voice, and the other party also said that everything was ready, only a nod, but I didn't know what to say to Osamu Dazai for a while.

There was only the sound of wind in the air between the two of them. The height of this building was no less than the headquarters of the Port Mafia. I looked back at the high steps behind me, and it was already dark. Here you can see everything at a glance.

During the brief silence, Osamu Dazai was the first to speak. He turned around, his fluffy bangs covered the expression on his face, and said an unexpected sentence: "Xiaojiao has been in the past for four years. Where did you go?"

"Let me take a guess."

"Your appearance has hardly changed, and four years have left no traces at all. Not long ago, you suddenly appeared in Yokohama, but you carried a portrait with improved painting skills and a coat that I had already burned."

"Xiaojiao, you went to another world, right?"

Osamu Dazai raised his head, revealing some iris-colored eyes covered by slightly curly bangs, with a smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "I know this guess is crazy and bold, but those above are not It's not the main reason for me to make this guess, the most important point is that I can't find you."

"In the past four years, I have searched almost everywhere. Although I am a bit complacent to say so, Xiaojiao, I don't think I will not be able to find you, if you really stay in this world."

……

"Yeah." I lowered my head and admitted.

I didn't intend to hide this matter from them, especially Osamu Dazai, who is an adult, I am not surprised that he can guess the script.

"So can I go ahead and make some guesses?"

"Eh?"

"Xiaojiao, why have you been flirting with men since you came back, as if there is some designated task." Osamu Dazai tilted his head, "Ango, Atsu-kun, Ranpo-san, Chuya...I'm not accusing What, but you didn't do this four years ago. If you think about it carefully, it started after Oda Saku died. So, is there something that drives you to connect the key between the worlds? Do these."

"For example, if you fall in love with someone, you can achieve a certain purpose."

The black-haired young man with a handsome face smiled, but it may be more appropriate to describe it as a wry smile. He raised his hand to touch my cheek, but quickly retracted it, his tea-brown eyes dimmed: "This purpose Once achieved, there will be consequences that I don't want to guess, right?"

Quiet.

There was only the whistling of the wind in my ears.

I opened my mouth and looked at Osamu Dazai in bewilderment. My intuition told me that he guessed more than what he said.

"Yes."

I nodded heavily, clutched my skirt tightly and looked at him. After hesitating for a long time, I said softly: "Mr. Dazai, in the eyes of you and Mr. Odasaku, I have been looking for something, haven't I?"

"And now, I've found it."

I don't know why, although I was replying to the other party calmly, there was something accumulated in my heart flowing for a long time, maybe it was blood, maybe tears, maybe it was just an unspeakable emotion.

Behind my calmness, behind everything that I have accomplished at this moment to stand here, are all the bloody experiences and scars I have suffered since I traveled here.

I was just an ordinary girl before transmigrating, but after transmigrating, I learned how to dispose of corpses without changing my face, deal with dangerous gun battles, live in a small box in an Internet cafe, and only eat a plum rice ball to carry a day when I am the poorest. Killed an important friend around him, hurt his heart, cut off his left foot...

This was something that was unimaginable before.

But now it can all be over.

I tilted my head, feeling the strong wind behind me like a turbulent sea wave, looked up at the very handsome black-haired young man in front of me, and my eyes became firm and decisive: "I should leave, Mr. Dazai."

"Are you sure you want to leave now?"

A mysterious voice suddenly came out of my head, as if I had repeatedly confirmed several times before the plane took off: "If you leave, you will really leave, and you will return to your own world completely, and you will be completely cut off from this place. Are you sure you won't regret it?"

"of course not."

"Okay, then my lord will start to convert your life value in this world now. As long as your body dies, the energy will be transferred to Oda Sakunosuke instantly, and I will also send your soul back to your original world." in vivo."

As the mysterious voice fell, the heart suddenly felt an inexplicable pain, and the body instantly became weak.

Knowing that the energy has already started to be extracted, in order not to be discovered by the laws of the world, the speed must be fast, I took one last look at Osamu Dazai, turned around and walked towards the high platform behind me that acts as a railing.

"Jiaojiao."

Osamu Dazai suddenly called out. He took a step forward and raised his arm as if trying to pull me back, but I had already moved forward, and his palm only grabbed the cold air.

"..."

I turned back subconsciously, stepped on the towering steps, and silently looked at the black-haired young man who was left in place.

The cold wind brought up the other party's fluffy and messy bangs. Dazai Osamu's delicate and handsome face had long since lost any smile. The iris-colored eyes that rarely reveal true emotions.

Deep and peaceful, under the cold wind, his expression seemed to be about to cry, filled with great sadness and prayer.

"Am I going to lose you again, Jiaojiao?"

Dazai Osamu's eyes seemed to be begging for help, and for the first time, he showed a fragility visible to the naked eye. I pursed my lips, and suddenly held the raised arm of the other party.

The scene right now is indescribably familiar. Perhaps in the original book, Osamu Dazai had the same expression when he went to grab Oda Saku during the Mimic incident and begged him not to go.

Seriously, I'm honored.

I always understand that I am just a small pebble, an ordinary person who is nothing to these glamorous and popular characters. I still dare not believe that I can really touch anyone's emotions.

But