Chapter 62 A Meeting of Fate

As Dazai Osamu stood outside the European-style house, gazing at the ivy that had turned half the house lush and green, he remembered.

Although he was not familiar with the address, he knew who the owner of the house was.

This is Mr. Lantang's house, or rather, the house of a quasi-official of the Port Mafia.

However, in the future he saw, it was far less beautiful than it is now; the houses he saw were dilapidated ruins, mostly destroyed.

Is this the supervisor's destination?

Unlike his usual trips, he unusually only brought himself and Miss Angela.

Apart from that, none of the employees brought their own bags; instead, he carried a bag himself, and it's unknown what was inside.

"Supervisor, should I ring the doorbell?" Dazai Osamu asked his two superiors, who seemed lost in thought.

They both looked at the mansion with almost identical expressions, even their eyes were the same color.

If he didn't know that the secretary and the supervisor were most likely not related by blood, he would have thought they were siblings.

“No,” X said, “I’ll do it.”

Then the three of them fell into deep thought: Why is there no doorbell in this house?

The loud roar of an engine came from behind them, sped past, and then turned back after a screeching sound of tires screeching against the ground.

What are you doing?

The unexpected encounter on the motorcycle was with an acquaintance, Nakahara Chuuya from "Sheep," who was Li Xiang's savior.

Having just finished his delivery work for the day, Nakahara Chuuya was passing by as usual when he saw someone outside the house and glanced at them instinctively. To his surprise, he realized that he actually knew the person.

Considering the ownership of this house, he felt it was both reasonable and emotional to remind these three people who might not know where they were.

The fact that they, the "sheep," are able to live a much more stable life now than before is largely thanks to the large sum of money X gave them.

With that money, the lambs acquired a house outside Leibo Street as a brand new home.

Unlike the street located on the edge of the concession, their new stronghold, or rather, their new home, was inside the concession.

After much haggling with the seller, Shirase finally produced the missing person notice jointly signed by the Spanish Embassy, ​​which allowed them to settle down there.

Although they sometimes receive disdainful looks from those high-and-mighty white gentlemen.

But that was the true place far from conflict, where no local force could touch that forbidden land occupied by foreigners.

So he braked suddenly and turned back.

Out of consideration for acquaintances and the fact that they had given so much, he half-warned and half-threatened:

"This is Port Mafia territory. What do you want?" he asked again.

The people lingering at the gate of the house included not only the foolish, rich, and easy-going X, but also that somewhat annoying kid from last time and a young woman he didn't recognize, who looked like she had just come out of the office.

“We would like to visit the owner of this place,” said the young man in a white coat carrying a bag.

"Do you know the owner of this place?"

The black-haired youth shook his head, indicating his denial.

"This is my first time here, and the person I'm looking for is most likely here."

"Has your friend been kidnapped by the Port Mafia?"

Generally, wealthy people's friends or associates are also wealthy, Nakahara Chuuya made a reasonable deduction.

"I don't think so," X replied hesitantly.

He felt that Adam was more likely to kidnap them than Adam was kidnapped by the Port Mafia.

"Why don't we just climb over the wall and go in?" X thought despondently. "Anyway, this is the Mafia's place, not some law-abiding citizen's home."

“Manager,” Angela, who was secretly observing, noticed the dark-haired youth’s gaze as he began to examine the wall, and suddenly spoke up, “You’re not thinking of climbing over here, are you?”

How did you know? Did A install a mind-reading module on you?

"My creators did not install any extra features for me."

It turned out to be safe after all.

After settling his beloved motorcycle, the orange-haired boy, upon hearing Angela's words, subconsciously glanced at the man who was about to climb over the wall, and then revealed a somewhat subtle expression.

Given X's help to them, he couldn't say it directly, but rather carefully considered his words:

"The walls here... um... seem a bit high."

"The supervisor said you can't get over it."

Dazai Osamu reluctantly translated Nakahara Chuuya's words.

"I didn't say that!"

"Isn't that what you mean?"

Chuuya Nakahara couldn't help but clench his fist in his pocket.

This kid is as annoying as ever. No, you have to hold back. He's not from an enemy organization. His boss is your benefactor. Just bear with it!

“Dazai-kun,” X said, pulling Dazai Osamu back from the orange-haired boy’s face. He was really not afraid of being beaten up.

What's wrong with this kid? Are his horoscopes incompatible with Zhongyuan Jun? Why did he provoke him the moment they met?

Adam felt challenged.

He sat there waiting for X to come in, but X kept lingering at the door and even started chatting with passersby.

You're here to see me, aren't you? Then come in!

"Mr. Adam, what's wrong?"

The port mafia aspiring executive with long, curly hair put down his white porcelain teacup and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little annoyed."

He can go find him, can't he? He wants to see what's really going on...

"What are you doing?"

The white-haired, white-robed, golden-eyed youth looked up at the black-haired youth sitting on the wall.

"Uh, climbing the wall?"

"What I mean is, why did you climb the wall?"

"We can't get in through the main gate?"

"Are you still clinging to those pointless rules? I once showed you..."

Just then, the boy's voice came from outside, interrupting Adam: "Supervisor, are you alright? Can you get down by yourself?"

“Wait a minute,” X said to Adam, whose expression was somewhat unpleasant for some reason. Adam turned around and answered the voice outside the wall, “It’s okay, I can go down by myself.”

As X turned back, he heard a subtle clicking sound from the bones in his lower back, and he froze instantly.

Yeah, I'm in a bit of trouble now.

Adam, ignoring the interruption, continued, "I will show you what the right path is..."

Adam was speechless when he saw X still sitting on the wall. He couldn't finish his lines.

He suddenly stopped talking, staring silently at X, who looked exactly like him, and began to have a mental exercise: Was he... like this before?

Unable to come up with a solution, Adam stepped back slightly, giving X enough space to climb down from the wall.

After a while.

Why aren't you coming down yet?

The black-haired youth, backlit, looked down at his own profile and upper body without uttering a word.

Adam, however, saw in this somewhat incongruous reaction a strange yet plausible possibility.

The white-haired youth, expressionless as if possessed by Angela, looked up at the motionless black-haired youth.

Where did you twist your ankle?

The black-haired youth remained silent, simply gazing at Adam below.

X, the supervisor of Lobotomy Corporation, because his body had been kept in darkness for many years, remained underground and sat for a long time after being taken away by him.

The end result was that after exerting a lot of effort to climb the wall, he twisted himself to listen to the people outside the wall and successfully twisted his back.

Outside the wall, Angela saw X sitting motionless on the wall.

Wearing a business suit that made movement extremely difficult and high heels, the secretary lightly touched the ground and successfully leaped onto the wall.

Then she made eye contact with the manager in white.

“Hello, Mr. Adam.” She greeted the part of her creator politely, and then looked with Adam at X, who remained motionless in one position.

"Supervisor, are you alright?"

The black-haired youth slowly turned his head toward the secretary; he didn't want to admit it, at least not to Adam.

"I twisted my waist."

He whispered to Angela.

What could Angela do? She could only smile and pull the supervisor out of the water.

But as it turned out, she couldn't get the supervisor out of that not-so-wide wall by herself.

Finally, Adam, unable to bear watching any longer, offered a helping hand.

If fate is beyond our control, let's at least try to resolve it first.

A former French intelligence agent, Arthur Rimbaud, whose memory has been restored, feels he is a fake intelligence agent.

Otherwise, how could he not see the scene in the distance?

Mr. Adam, who cured his amnesia, resolved his inner conflicts, and claimed to be about to meet his destiny here, is currently climbing his house wall.

To be precise, it wouldn't be accurate to say he climbed the wall, but Adam did indeed stand on his house's wall.

There were already two people on top of him at this time. Could it be that without his knowledge, his family's wall had become a famous tourist attraction in Yokohama?

After successfully rescuing the person, Adam, who is usually quite talkative, silently demonstrated to X what on-site bone setting is all about.

He kicked the bastard supervisor hard in the lower back, a man who not only acted recklessly but also had no idea about his own physical condition.

The force was just right; it relieved his anger while also freeing X, allowing him to experience pain to the fullest extent possible.

Adam stopped thinking about his original lines. Looking at the black-haired youth who seemed neither convinced of his point nor confident, he could only feel Angela's hardship.

"Thanks a lot."

Angela, who had simply helped her supervisor and inexplicably received Adam's approval, said, "Thank you for the compliment...?"

"Don't follow his example."

Adam added, looking at Angela who seemed a little duller than he remembered.

"Supervisor? I think I just saw another supervisor... There really was one!"

Dazai Osamu gripped the wall, only his head peeking out, and saw the supervisor attacking the supervisor.

No, it's the manager who's suspected of being possessed by Bai Ye attacking the regular manager.

Chuuya Nakahara didn't need to climb the wall; he simply emitted a faint red glow and floated up, making him very conspicuous.

In any case, it was very conspicuous in Rimbaud's eyes.

The boy named Nakahara Chuuya is the human body of "Arahabaki". His true purpose in coming to Japan, and the most direct factor in Verlaine's betrayal of him.

Dazai Osamu saw Rimbaud in the distance, still holding a teacup, and noticed the focus of his gaze. He called out to him, "Long time no see, Mr. Rimbaud!"

He had met Mori Ogai when he was working for the Port Mafia, and he knew his name. It wouldn't be unreasonable for him to say hello.

And... he really does want to get his hands on Chuuya as always.

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Author's Note: [Heart][Heart] (repeated twice)