Chapter 3.3 Double Black
At this moment, Dazai Osamu was reading a book while listening to Hirotsu Ryūrō's report; multitasking was not difficult for him.
"...Besides the Port Mafia's influence, there are two other major organizations: the Takase-kai and the GSS..."
Dazai Osamu couldn't help but frown. Hirotsu Ryūrō's words rolled through his mind, making him feel that something seemed amiss, but he couldn't pinpoint the problem for the time being.
Suddenly, a word popped into his head, and he couldn't help but blurt it out: "Sheep..."
Guangjin Liulang frowned slightly: "Sheep?...What sheep?"
Dazai Osamu observed Hirotsu Ryūrō's reaction and, seeing that the other party truly had no idea about the word, gave up the idea of asking further: "...No, it's nothing."
He suddenly remembered that in the Leibo Street of his dream, there seemed to be a famous organization called 'Sheep', which is why he suddenly spoke up.
However, judging from Hirotsu Ryūrō's reaction after observing the detailed information here, it seems that such an organization does not exist in his world, but he still needs to continue his investigation.
He didn't know why he suddenly thought of these things, nor could he connect this piece of information to anything else... He knew so little, and had forgotten so much. In his previous related investigations, he hadn't found any information about the 'Sheep' organization; the only relevant piece of information was a sentence in the document: "There have been instances of homeless children forming groups, but these groups quickly disbanded."
Then, until he saw the explosion that appeared in his dream, he never met the boy who appeared in his dream.
Clearly... they should have met today.
After completing his investigation for the day and dealing with some tedious tasks, Dazai Osamu finally had a little time to himself. He returned to the container, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling of the dimly lit space, his vision filled with a hazy darkness. He was pondering where the problem lay.
If he remembered correctly, the scenes and characters from his dream all appeared in reality. But... one person was missing: the boy who made him unhappy.
If the dream wasn't wrong, then what is going on here?
Could it be...?
Dazai slowly moved his eyes. Through the unsealed container, he could still see glimpses of the outside world. As the surroundings gradually darkened, he suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing he had been too focused on a dream.
Ah, this won't do...
His hand fell to his chest, covering his heart. Through the clothes and bandages, he could almost feel the beating beneath.
Thump... Thump...
Forgotten dreams... do they want me to know something, or are they deliberately tormenting me? Could they be summoned by the karmic burdens of my sins?
When attention is focused on a particular thing or even a particular person, the possibility of losing control quietly emerges.
Dazai Osamu closed his eyes and then covered his eyebrows and eyes with his hands.
He pursed his lips, seemingly lost in thought, his pale face contrasting sharply with his black suit.
In the end, everything unfolded just as in the dream, except that one person was missing from my side.
Dazai, relying on his intelligence, identified the mastermind behind it all—Randō. He successfully apprehended him, but failed to prevent his suicide, incurring serious injuries and being hospitalized. It was inevitable that he would be injured while handling the situation alone.
As he lay in his hospital bed, his consciousness was hazy. In his daze, he dreamed again.
He dreamt that the ochre-haired boy later joined the port Mafia just like him. The boy became Ozaki Koyo's subordinate, while he continued to follow Mori Ogai.
When the two met in the corridor of the Mafia building in the port, after learning the news, Dazai Osamu questioned the other about why he had gone there instead of becoming his subordinate.
Then, because of this, the two of them started arguing like three-year-olds, hands on hips and legs straddling.
At this moment, after questioning Chuuya, Dazai Osamu had gained a god-like perspective. He looked at the two childish duo arguing with disbelief.
He simply couldn't believe that he himself could be so naive.
...Well, it seems to be expected that someone would do something like this.
Strangely enough, he only liked arguing with Nakahara Chuuya. It was probably because Chuuya hadn't held back his attacks when they first met that created a grudge between them. He felt an urge to argue whenever he saw Chuuya, and he wouldn't be satisfied until Chuuya showed a defiant and aggrieved expression. And now Chuuya had actually gone to work for Ozaki Kouyou! Didn't he promise to be his little puppy for life? Why couldn't he just accept being his subordinate? What a disobedient little puppy! It was outrageous!
Dazai Osamu was thinking seriously, and some things came to mind very naturally. These were limited pieces of knowledge that only belonged to precognitive dreams.
Of course, dreams are basically illogical, and thinking in a dream naturally follows this disordered rule.
Moreover, when he woke up, he remembered nothing.
It was just a dream.
A note from the author:
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