We will meet again.

Akutagawa's fingers, resting on the table, began to tap incessantly, the irregular rhythm revealing the turmoil within his body.

What do you want to do?

Akutagawa stared intently at Nakajima Atsushi; the meeting was finally getting down to business. Nakajima Atsushi breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, Akutagawa had agreed, otherwise he really wouldn't know how he would have managed alone.

"We must first find the pages of the 'book' to restore Mr. Dazai's memory, and this must be done secretly, otherwise Mr. Dazai will definitely stop us."

Atsushi Nakajima recalled the rejection that Dazai-sensei had expressed in his words, and affirmed it with absolute certainty.

"Foolish tiger."

Akutagawa reverted to his initial aloof demeanor, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Akutagawa! We're all in this together now, can't you talk to me a little nicer?"

Under the other person's gaze, Atsushi Nakajima briefly lost his temper, and then muttered something under his breath.

"Besides, if I had any clues, I wouldn't need to come to you."

Akutagawa snorted, it was unclear whether he was mocking the other party's uselessness or their increasingly unreasonable demands.

"You're quite self-aware."

"Actually, I'm a little afraid that this might also be part of their conspiracy. I have a bad feeling. If Mr. Dazai and Mr. Chuuya are both restricted by them, then we will definitely be the next target. This matter cannot be delayed."

Nakajima Atsushi voiced his concerns with some worry, and Akutagawa's face darkened, as if he had thought of something.

"Mr. Dazai and the Central Plains cadres will definitely be fine! Instead of wasting your time, you should think carefully about where the 'Book' is."

He spoke in a hurry, and after finishing, Akutagawa covered his mouth with one hand, stood up, coughed a few times, and left without stopping.

This world is indeed a giant makeshift operation.

[Actually, Dun Dun can be quite sharp-tongued sometimes, is it because he's naturally dark-skinned?]

I'm wondering if Dostoevsky's final plan was to make them both lose.

[Perhaps his goal is simply to eliminate all superhumans anyway.]

But the "book" page is on Fukuchi Sakura, they can't beat her.

Fukuchi Sakura... Chuuya murmured the name a few times. Was this the fifth person in the original Five Signs of Decay of the Celestials? Things were getting more and more interesting, but Chuuya still hadn't forgotten his original intention. He, Chuuya Nakahara, was determined to beat that bastard up. He didn't know why, but he always felt that the guy was really asking for a beating. Strange.

As for those erased memories, Chuuya wasn't in a hurry. Of course, it wasn't because he didn't care. After all, he had no memories at all; they were all false memories from this antisocial organization. Furthermore, it was because those unknown bystanders (the comments) made everyone else's actions transparently displayed in front of him, making Chuuya eager to cause trouble at the end. Just thinking about making Dostoevsky suffer a big setback made Chuuya unable to help but get excited.

Yes, Chuuya confirmed that the words in the air were not coherent, as if someone was watching their lives, sparking discussions and comments, unaware that they could see them. Chuuya called them that, after all, Chuuya believed that if such a good thing really existed, Dostoevsky would definitely keep it in his hands.

Noticing his unusual emotions, Chuuya began to think that he seemed to harbor a lot of malice towards these two people subconsciously. However, it wasn't a big problem, since he was just a pitiful person who had lost his memory and was now obeying an antisocial organization.

However, Chuuya probably doesn't realize that if he really regains his memories, he will only become more ruthless, since one thing is one thing and the other is another.

Jinghua: "Dun".

Kunikida: "Atsushi-kun is back."

"Hmm, Mr. Dazai isn't here again."

Atsushi Nakajima responded somewhat guiltily, glancing around the office but not seeing the khaki-clad figure.

Upon hearing the question from Atsushi Nakajima, Kunikida adjusted his glasses, sighed, and clenched his fist.

"Ever since that guy had memory problems, he's been acting really strange. I don't know what he talked about with the president, but the president stopped caring about him, and he ended up trying to commit suicide. I've been getting so many calls for help lately!"

Atsushi Nakajima shrank back, clearly sensing that Mr. Kunikida harbored deep resentment towards Mr. Dazai.

[Just Some Unimportant Memories]

[You're so sweet, don't love it too much, kid!]

[It feels like Dazai's current state is somewhat similar to that of Dark Dazai, but not quite.]

Meanwhile, the person at the center of the conversation was lying in a patch of grass with his hands behind his head, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly, a distant explosion rang out. This unusual background noise from Yokohama caught Dazai's attention. He sat up, turned his head, and shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked towards the source of the explosion. There, he saw one of the five distinctive black buildings of Yokohama emitting a dazzling white light from its center. Clearly, the loud bang had been caused by that.

"Wow, what an amazing tactic! Finally, someone's had enough of Mr. Mori, that heartless doctor!"

Perhaps because this matter particularly resonated with Dazai, he expressed genuine feelings and his mood improved for the first time.

Dazai stood up, stretched, and loosened his body. Looking at the chaos in the distance, a cold glint flashed in his iris-colored eyes.

"It's about to start~ What a hassle."

Some were happy while others were sad. At this moment, Akutagawa looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, and the veins on his forehead were about to burst.

At the scene of the explosion at the organization's headquarters, there was a maverick who acted completely differently from everyone else. Although he was still wearing the same clothes as those around him, it was obvious to anyone with eyes to see that something was wrong. Akutagawa, who had just arrived, did not waste any words and went straight for the attack.

"Rashomon!"

The attack was easily neutralized by Gogol, who even turned around and changed back into his own clothes while dodging. Now he stands smilingly facing Akutagawa not far away.

"You're really infuriating! I didn't expect you to come directly to me. You're the mission target, huh? Great! I don't need to waste any more time looking for you. So, how about we guess what my purpose is!"

The attitude of the person opposite him, who completely disregarded him, and their frivolous words, thoroughly enraged Akutagawa, who curled a dangerous smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, I never expected you to walk right into my trap. That's great! I'll make sure you suffer a terrible death!"

"You probably can't beat me, even if you team up with that kid who can turn into a tiger, you still might not be able to beat me~"

Gogol raised a finger and looked at Akutagawa with a smile. No matter how much Gogol provoked him, the latter remained silent, his eyes revealing a fierce look. He launched a frenzied attack on Gogol, but the attack was returned to him one by one by Gogol using his supernatural abilities.

Finally, Gogol used his supernatural abilities to grab a conjured attacking tentacle and manipulate it in his hand.

"It's actually an extension of clothing, which is a bit like me~ So if you wear a patterned garment, will your tentacles also have patterns?"

Akutagawa wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Gogol warily without answering. However, Gogol didn't need Akutagawa's answer and nodded in affirmation of his own thoughts. Akutagawa then took advantage of the moment when Gogol released his superpower and withdrew his own.

After this round of attacks, Akutagawa had to face the reality that the opponent was very powerful. An unknown and powerful superhuman attacking the headquarters was definitely not good news. However, he would not let the opponent continue to cause destruction.

Taking a deep breath, Akutagawa charged forward and began to engage in hand-to-hand combat with his opponent.

[Gogol, that funny guy, please don't give Akutagawa a pink coat to force him to use his superpowers!]

[Truth or dare? That's interesting.]

[Perfectly dodged? Akutagawa must be furious.]

[Is it just my imagination? Gogol seems to be in a good mood today, and he's even patient; there hasn't been any bloodshed yet.]

No, no, no, the child is definitely up to no good while being quiet. Little Tanuki is acting strangely; she must be holding back something big.

On the other side, Chuuya's eyes narrowed as he saw these comments. Was that guy moving so fast? He had already started fighting. That explosion must have been caused by him. For some reason, Chuuya had a feeling that he had known it all along.

"Is all you can do to hide?"

"Of course not~ It would be so boring if I played you to death so soon!"

Gogol made a thoughtful expression, and casually dodged Akutagawa's new attack.

Akutagawa was breathing heavily, his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on Gogol, who was completely toying with him.

"You are insulting me."

"Really? I'm just stating the facts. By the way, your movements are so similar to Chuuya's! Oh, I almost forgot, Chuuya used to be in your organization, so you were Chuuya's junior before? Pfft, but now you're one of our people. If nothing unexpected happens, Chuuya will be here soon. So, let's ask again! What is our purpose? Answer correctly and I might let you go!"

Upon hearing the familiar name, Akutagawa's pupils suddenly contracted, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He had found a crucial clue, and everything could now be connected.

"You have the Central Plains cadres in your hands? You've kidnapped the Central Plains cadres! You're a person suffering from the signs of decay!"

"Bingo! You guessed right, but there's no reward, and we didn't kidnap Chuuya-kun, we just borrowed him for a bit. Alright, alright, time's running out, please continue answering!"

"Why should you show mercy? Your goal should be to eliminate our organization, so why should you let me go?"

Akutagawa, somewhat stubbornly staring at Gogol across from him whose expressions and movements were quite exaggerated, clenched his fist and coughed twice.

"Good question... Why should I let you go? Well, it's because I'm in a great mood. I'm very happy today, and most importantly, I'm free! I can do whatever I want! If you don't cooperate, I'll still kill you, so answer me quickly, because my good mood is limited."

Gogol put his index finger to his lips, pretending to be thinking, and then gave a dangerous smile after explaining.

After hearing this answer, Akutagawa remained silent for a long time before speaking again.

“Since you’re the only one from here, you should send the Central Plains cadres to the detective agency so that you can take them down one by one from both sides.”

"Congratulations...! Correct answer! You guessed right, although only half right. But considering your cooperation and our shared destiny, I've decided to be merciful and let you go this time. We'll meet again, you know."