God.

Countless people worship and admire him.

Countless people come and go in the shrine every day, no matter how big or small their wishes are, they all hope that the gods can help them realize their wishes.

God bless you.

They offered tribute and bowed in prayer.

But for Dazai Osamu, God is just a title.

People like him don't believe in gods at all. They are just unknown beings that people place their hopes on. The thread of life is in his own hands.

After the surveillance was destroyed, Dazai Osamu left the surveillance room and planned to go to the third floor of the mall in person to prevent anything else from happening.

"Take a team to the stairs." Dazai said as they walked, "How to deal with things... I think you all have experience."

This time, the team led by Dazai Osamu is a professional department of the port mafia, and some of their members have also received special training, so they have ways to deal with it.

The subordinate quickly answered yes.

"Don't cause any unnecessary trouble." Dazai Osamu continued, "I don't want to be dragged by Mr. Mori to deal with so many things after the holiday." He stretched out the syllables of the last few words, which seemed to have a more threatening meaning.

He doesn't like working overtime.

I don't want to be like Ango.

"I'll commit suicide after this job is done." Dazai Osamu made a happy decision, "Diving into the water is a good way to commit suicide."

Subordinates: “…”

It seems like I just heard something scary from an officer.

The subordinates looked at each other in bewilderment.

But when he saw Dazai Osamu's excited look, he slowly looked away.

Lord Dazai always has his own ideas, maybe that's why they can't become cadres.

They thought.

Dazai Osamu walked slowly, seemingly not caring what happened on the other side, or rather, he didn't care about Mori Ogai's instructions. He agreed just to "not be bored", agreed to "have a purpose", he himself had no intention, just for the mission and the mission itself didn't care at all.

Because these are nothing to Dazai Osamu.

Whether it is good or evil is irrelevant.

"Lord Dazai, the civilian hostages in the hands of the other side..." The subordinate started to speak hesitantly, but was poked by the elbow of the person next to him. He immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and kept silent.

"Hostage?" Dazai Osamu glanced at his subordinate sideways.

His half-smiley eyes were full of mockery, like a demon from the eternal night.

The subordinate who spoke shuddered.

"Are you a newcomer?" Dazai Osamu asked.

The subordinate immediately tensed up and said, "Yes, I just joined a few days ago."

"I just joined the Port Mafia, even if I'm in this position..." Dazai Osamu said meaningfully, "Don't you think the Mafia is some kind of police department or charity organization?"

The subordinate was sweating profusely: "I don't have such an idea."

"It's better not to have such thoughts." Dazai Osamu lazily raised his hands and stretched, then folded his hands behind his head and continued to walk slowly forward, "Otherwise you will die without knowing how, ha... Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. Mr. Mori is really too troublesome..." He continued to complain dissatisfiedly.

The subordinates behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

They knew the name of Dazai Osamu, and of course many of them had followed him and knew his methods. Dazai Osamu was still the kind of person who was easy to talk to. If he was really unhappy...

Recalling the past, I can't forget the crazy behavior of the past.

"It doesn't matter what the hostages are..." he said.

Even if the hostage in that person's hand died, it had nothing to do with him.

Although it was cruel, Dazai Osamu did not have the empathy to respond. To make him feel sympathy,

It's almost impossible.

Anyway, the plan will start soon. If she can survive, she will be lucky.

But the facts are somewhat different from Dazai Osamu's imagination.

Maybe it's a big discrepancy.

Just when he reached the entrance of the mall, the ochre-haired woman suddenly kicked the man in black behind her, breaking his jaw with her kick, without any mercy.

I seem to have seen this hostage's movements somewhere before.

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

But the next second, the face of the ochre-haired woman appeared in his eyes.

Dazai Osamu's breathing became disordered for a moment.

——The center of the Central Plains.

No, it cannot be said to be the Central Plains.

The girl's temperament was of course very different from that of Nakahara Chuuya. She was more like a lady from a wealthy family who had been living in seclusion for a long time, although she didn't look like a lady at all when she was fighting just now.

But the wanton look is the same.

“Ahh…”

Dazai Osamu clearly heard the shocked gasps of his subordinates behind him.

They have all met Nakahara Chuuya.

Although I have met Nakahara Chuuya before, the girl in front of me is too similar to him.

You should be surprised.

When Dazai Osamu took a liking to Nanako Atobe for the first time, he was reminded of the mountain god that Chuuya Nakahara had described to him a few days ago.

Although they have the same face...

There are still some differences.

Clothing, and anything else...

Thinking of Nakahara Chuuya's previous expression, Dazai Osamu thought about what kind of expression Nakahara Chuuya would have and what kind of decision he would make if he met this girl's "Mountain God".

If you have to make such a decision.

Dazai Osamu thought in his heart.

Do I have to see two dark dwarf faces tomorrow?

Wouldn't this degrade the air quality?

Dazai Osamu: Pupils tremble.

Spare him.

The scene was quiet for a moment.

Dazai Osamu stood in front of Atobe Nanako with a smile on his face. Atobe Nanako didn't know what he was thinking. Through the one eye that was exposed, she only saw the dead black.

I don’t know. I’m not sure.

Dazai Osamu concealed some parts of himself too well, but also revealed too much of other things.

Although her eyelashes were curled and the corners of her mouth were raised, she could not feel any kindness from Dazai Osamu, but instead a kind of mortal evil.

"Is it the Mountain God?"

These words still seem to echo in my ears.

Atobe Nanako frowned slightly. In fact, people like Dazai Osamu were too difficult to deal with. Compared with the previous world, the black mud characters were almost the people that Atobe Nanako was unwilling to try to contact.

I don't understand the other party's attitude.

I don't know what the other person is thinking.

"Mountain God?"

Seeing that the other party seemed to be unfamiliar with the term, Dazai Osamu asked directly this time: "Who are you?"

"I'm Nakahara Chuuya." Atobe Nanako introduced herself.

The matter of the other world must first be stated directly. Atobe Nanako is not sure about someone like Dazai Osamu, so it is best for the current situation to directly announce that he is Nakahara Chuuya from another world.

"Do you know what happens to those who disguise themselves as Mafia officials?" Dazai Osamu probed.

The ochre-haired girl seemed confused about what Dazai Osamu meant, and she said, "I am Nakahara Chuuya."

This time Dazai Osamu said nothing.

Osamu Dazai: "...Oh."

Dazai Osamu: "The girl's god, Chuuya..."

I don't know whether to believe this tone or not.

Atobe Nanako frowned again.

Dazai noticed Nanako's frown, and combined with Nanako's previous attitude, he spoke, "Oh... God, do you know me?"

The four words "God" from Dazai Osamu's mouth did not contain any meaning of respect or admiration, and probably there was only mockery in his tone.

If he wishes to die now, will God grant him death?

His thoughts raced.

"Your wish will not be granted."

As if she had seen through something, the girl did not answer his question but said something else. The auburn-haired girl stared at Dazai Osamu and spoke with an even calmer expression. She curled her lips and smiled: "If it is a beating to death, I am happy to accompany you."

Dazai Osamu: “…” It has that flavor.

The tone of voice is exactly the same as that of Nakahara Chuuya.

Dazai Osamu thought for a second.

Dazai Osamu gave up thinking.

“Huh? Chuuya is the one who should die.” Dazai Osamu, who had been keeping a straight face, showed a look of disgust: “You are Nakahara Chuuya, right? As expected, Nakahara Chuuya is a disgusting slug.”

Atobe Nanako: “…” You are so good at scolding.

Dazai Osamu's words will only gradually increase the coverage of Chuuya Nakahara in the script.

very good.

Atobe Nanako raised her head and looked directly into Dazai Osamu's eyes without flinching.

Those sapphire eyes flashed with ferocity.

"Kill you."

Dazai Osamu: “…”

Somehow I feel like this one is much more aggressive than that one.