Dazai's Cross-World Help

This shack is small, and Dazai standing at the door can easily have a panoramic view of everything in the house.

Pretty much what he expected.

There are messy plastic bags on the short table, and there is a pile of white powder next to it. Anyone can see what they were doing before.

"Who are you?" Guangcheng, who was in charge of this stronghold, asked vigilantly.

This is one of the strongholds of Xinghehui.

Their organization was only developed in the past two years. Two years ago, the sheep disbanded unexpectedly. While everyone was surprised, their greed was also ignited. They imagined that they could eat the "remains" of the sheep...

For this reason, conflicts broke out among large and small organizations on Leibo Street.

During that time, Leibo Street became more chaotic, with corpses and blood everywhere.

The slums are a natural barrier for criminal groups. Few people will intervene here. Ordinary people avoid them like snakes and scorpions. Even official organizations have no way to deal with the intricate forces here.

It was under such circumstances that Xinghehui gradually developed, and they gradually eroded more than half of the power in Leibo Street.

Even so, they acted cautiously, trying to hide as much as possible.

The reason is simple. Three years ago, the city's darkest and most horrific organization, the Port Mafia, announced new rules for the Yokohama Inner World when its new leader took office:

Any organization contaminated with drugs in Yokohama will be regarded as an enemy by the port mafia.

The mafia bans drugs, sounds a bit too funny.

You must know that the benefits brought by these small powders are unimaginable to ordinary people. Most organizations rely on these benefits to support everyone.

Cutting down these industries is killing them.

This is undoubtedly a public outrage.

Those who dared to resist, the organizations that thought they could challenge the port mafia had already been bloodbathed and become history.

The rest of the "violating law and discipline" organizations took root in Leibo Street, which is a well-known "no matter" zone.

This is the place abandoned by everyone.

Their Xinghe Society has been active until now, thanks to the fact that the port mafia, like most other people, seldom intervene in Leibo Street.

Guangcheng carefully examined the young man in front of him.His slender figure couldn't hide the oppressive feeling of being a superior at all, and he was more oppressive and heavy than anyone he had ever seen.

The young man seemed to be unable to see the gun aimed at him at all, and even the arc of the corner of his mouth did not change at all. His eyes were like a bottomless abyss of terror, which made one's heart chill.The young man said in a leisurely tone like chatting with a friend: "Is it difficult to do business recently?"

This is a fact.

Guangcheng tried his best to suppress the chill in his heart.Many organizations could not withstand the pressure of the port mafia and gave up their industries.There are fewer and fewer organizations that can provide goods, and the price of these goods has more than tripled as a result.

Xinghehui was still hesitating, whether to withdraw from life insurance, but was firmly hooked by the skyrocketing interests.

The port where goods can be delivered has always been controlled by the port mafia. If they hadn't recently hooked up with the black organization, they would have struggled to move forward.

Guangcheng didn't put down the gun in his hand, his brain was clamoring for danger all the time, and his palms were sweating coldly. He only managed to control his weak legs with great effort.

The young man in front of him is an extremely dangerous existence.

When he saw him for the first time, Guangcheng knew that the young man must have killed someone, not simply one or two, it must be one, a number that would tremble if a god heard it.

A silver-haired man came to negotiate with the Xinghe Society in black.Guangcheng was lucky to be in charge of the guard at the door. He thought that the man's aura was terrifying enough, but he didn't expect the young man in front of him to be even worse.

will die.

Guangcheng has never had such a clear feeling that all of them will die at the hands of the young man in front of him.

He must be an extremely terrifying supernatural being.

"What is the purpose of your coming here!!" Guangcheng tried his best not to sound so trembling.

This is a very strange scene.

The unarmed teenager was pointed at with guns by five grown men, but he was unmoved when he should have panicked. Instead, the men with guns on the opposite side were trembling with fear.

In the quiet air, the sound of someone's teeth chattering could be vaguely heard.

The young man tilted his head, black hair swept across his pale side face, he didn't answer Guangcheng's question, but looked at them with eyes like evaluating objects.

It is an abyss into which no light can shine.

Under such eyes, someone finally pulled the trigger with trembling hands under extreme fear.

The sound of the bullet leaving the muzzle of the gun clearly entered everyone's ears.

"Ding--"

The bullet casings fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the few people in the shack looked at the young man as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Even though his shoulder was pierced by a bullet, the expression on the young man's face still didn't change much. Blood flowed from his wound, staining his white shirt little by little.

"It hurts." The young man's voice echoed in the extremely quiet space.

"Really..." The smile on his face deepened, and his voice was drawn out in a coquettish tone.

"I hate pain the most."

Dazai has been weird lately.

Of course, the guy was never normal.

Nakaya is Dazai's partner, he can always notice something before others, he didn't pay attention to it at first, the reason is the reason just now, this guy Dazai has never been normal.

Since the first meeting, Dazai has been doing some inexplicable things in his opinion.

That weirdness was easily covered up like this, until one day, he suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Dazai for a long time, and those boring pranks and bickering were far away from him.

It's not normal.I also want to.

He has to go and see what that mackerel has been doing recently, isn't he really playing himself to death?

He went to Dazai's favorite river, to the container where Dazai lived, and even to the safe house where Dazai often lived...

Finally, he dragged the jerk out at the office.

This is not normal.

Nakaya watched as he held a pen in one hand and a document in the other, his eyes widened slightly in astonishment, and Osamu Dazai had obvious black and blue under his eyes.

If it wasn't for the disqualification in the world, then he would definitely take him to the interrogation room and force him to ask who he is.

"Why, after a few days of absence, the dog can't bear the loneliness and wants to come to the owner?"

Alright, this thing is Osamu Dazai.

Hearing this familiar tone, Chuya let go of Dazai's collar.

"You guys have been approving documents for the past few days?" He ignored Dazai's sarcasm, looked at the piles of documents on the desk, and couldn't help but raise his voice.

This is not normal.

Dazai didn't speak, just stood there quietly, tidying up the scratched and wrinkled shirt slowly.

This kind of Dazai even made Zhong feel a little strange.

"..." Zhong Ye opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. After a long silence, he clicked his tongue hard.

This face with no expression changes all the time is really unpleasant to look at.He clenched his fist and slammed it hard at Dazai... the wall beside him.

"Boom—" Accompanied by a loud sound, the wall collapsed, and the stirred up dust enveloped the two of them, and each other's figures became blurred.

After that day, Dazai returned to the way he used to get along with him, and rarely showed that expression of bitterness and hatred, as if he was burdened with the suffering of the whole world.

But he knew that those were all disguises, and Dazai disguised himself even deeper.He could feel the pressure on Dazai from nowhere.Those pressures made him thinner and thinner, and no matter how much he usually pretended to be nonchalant, the exhaustion would be revealed quietly.

This is a very inexplicable thing.

Dazai is not someone who will put pressure on himself, no, or nothing can create pressure on Dazai.

Nakahara has never understood Osamu Dazai.

Just like now, when Chuya arrived, there were corpses all over Dazai's side, and he was just so leisurely, sitting on a high place, condescendingly watching the farce of the people below.

Judging from the traces of the corpses, Dazai did not do anything, and they died of cannibalism.

Nakaya saw it at the first sight, Dazai's shirt was stained red, and the blood that kept gushing from the wound was dripping down on the ground along his black coat.

And the ground has been smudged with a circle of blood.

Again.

Chuya thought tiredly and angrily.

Obviously he could use a better way to solve it, but every time he used a way that would hurt himself, approach death, and commit suicide.

The team in charge of logistics and cleaning up the scene hadn't arrived yet, and Chuya, who flew all the way here with supernatural powers, didn't bring anything to stop the bleeding.

"You really don't have a long memory at all."

"Dog..." In the middle of speaking, Dazai seemed to have thought of something, swallowed and wanted to call out, "Is Chuuya worried about me?"

"Hey, I wish you could die sooner." Chuya scolded, he reached into Dazai's pocket to take out the spare bandage that Dazai carried with him, the moment he touched Dazai's clothes, he felt the unique stickiness of blood Greasy and moist.

...It is a medical miracle that Dazai has not gone into shock with this amount of bleeding.

After doing a simple bandage on Dazai, he dragged and dragged Dazai towards the direction from the logistics department.

After breaking free a few times, and finding that he couldn't break free at all, Dazai gave up the struggle, with a humiliated expression on his face, and kept muttering: "You little dwarf, you actually treat me like this."

"Being held by a man...it's really disgusting."

"Ah... ah... why is this world full of dogs?"

At night, Dazai, who had been tortured for a long time, dragged his exhausted body and fell on the bed.

Today, the concentration of the dog around him has obviously exceeded the standard.

Seeing that Dazai was finally free, he kept observing the player's world consciousness and said to Dazai, 【Mr. Dazai, the players went to Chinatown to perform, and used the money they earned to stay in a hotel. 】

"Professional...?" To be honest, Dazai really didn't see any talents in these people.

[Yes, Marie performed the broken boulder in the chest, Fantuan performed the transformation into a living person, and Uchiha Burial Love performed the fireball. 】

"What about the rest?"

[He is responsible for shouting and collecting money. 】