After meeting Dazai Osamu, [Nakahara Chuuya] and [Dazai Osamu] walked to the bar that Dazai Osamu and his friends often went to.

Nanako Atobe has discovered that this bar is a popular gathering spot for her recent gatherings. What kind of magic does this bar have?

But let’s put aside the thought of “bar magic” for now, because we’re getting to the point.

Atobe Nanako sat in her seat silently. She didn't know how to start controlling these two accounts. It is said that if the beginning is good, the rest of the plot will also go well.

At this time, Dazai Osamu spoke.

"Speaking of death... I want to know more about death."

Dazai Osamu ordered three glasses of wine. Although he noticed that the black-haired girl had been drinking water for the past two days, it had nothing to do with him.

Dazai thought very righteously.

Atobe Nanako was happy that Dazai spoke first, and she began to answer Dazai's words with enthusiasm.

A faint cross appeared on the forehead of the ochre-haired girl: "Are you going to commit suicide? I'll kill you first and then beat you to death."

Dazai noticed that Nakahara Chuuya's attitude at this time seemed to be much better than his previous indifference. He silently took note of this, then curled his lips and said, "Ah, what I pursue is a painless death, which has nothing to do with a little slug like Chuuya."

The ochre-haired girl waved her fist.

It means go to hell.

Dazai Osamu stuck out his tongue childishly.

But the auburn-haired girl suddenly stood up, as if she sensed something. She looked at the black-haired girl who was playing ice hockey with some agitation, and when the black-haired girl didn't respond, she walked out angrily.

Dazai Osamu looked at the ochre-haired girl's back and waved, "Chuuya, you haven't even finished your drink yet, are you leaving now?"

The ochre-haired girl had an ugly expression on her face. She had already walked to the door of the store when she was called. She pushed open the glass door with one hand and turned around.

"Go and seek death—"

Her tone rose impatiently, and her voice fluctuated violently, and she looked obviously furious.

Dazai Osamu: "Are you going to fulfill the wishes of some little believer?"

Dazai Osamu's tone was somewhat joking and tentative, and the expression on the face of the auburn-haired girl also revealed a few different emotions.

"Ah." This sound was taken as a response.

Dazai looked at the black-haired girl in surprise, but she remained unmoved. The conversation with the girl a few days ago had already shown that she had cut off the path for Chuuya Nakahara to accept any wishes from his followers, and what was the wish now...

How did this come about?

The black-haired girl straightened up with a smile, turned half her body and waved to the auburn-haired girl: "Bon voyage, Chuuya."

The auburn-haired girl glared at the black-haired girl, her brows furrowed. She seemed to be hesitating, but after seeing the smiling expression on the latter's face, she uttered a gasp and left without looking back.

Dazai Osamu sat there with his chin supported by one hand, and continued to ask questions while watching [Nakahara Chuuya] leave.

"What exactly are you doing this for?" Dazai Osamu asked.

"You look bad." The black-haired girl did not directly answer Dazai Osamu's question, but pointed out another point, "What big thing happened recently?"

Dazai Osamu's expression remained unchanged: "What did you know?"

“Ango—”

When she said the name, she bent her middle finger slightly and tapped it lightly against the glass, making a crisp clinking sound as the ice cubes shook.

"bite--"

The sound of the collision and the girl's name stretched out in this space in sync.

Dazai Osamu's face gradually darkened.

Dazai Osamu has been spending most of his time searching for Ango with Oda Sakunosuke. As it turns out, Sakaguchi Ango is a member of the Special Forces Division and a traitor to the Port Mafia.

This incident had a significant impact on both Oda Sakunosuke and Dazai Osamu.

Dazai Osamu's bad complexion these days may also be related to this incident.

According to the intelligence, how could a girl who had not taken any action in the past few days do such things? This shows that she has some other channels.

The best source of channels is

——The center of the Central Plains.

"As a shrine maiden, you do have such privileges, no matter how you look at it." The black-haired girl looked at the ice ball in the cup with boredom, tapping it with her fingers from time to time to make it sink and float, while casually raising one eye to look at Dazai Osamu, "'Ango's family is problematic'. You made the judgment when that happened, but Ango's existence is also a little different for you."

Because it was daytime, but the bar was in a small alley, the lights in the store were still on.

"I know myself well enough—" the girl gestured, "In any case, everything that happened to me in the other world is easy to guess."

"Do you know Ango?"

"Yes and no," she replied.

Dazai Osamu suddenly thought of something.

He felt that the girl was even weaker than when they first met, as if her vitality had been suddenly taken away from her. She seemed to be dying for a moment and might die the next second.

"ha……"

And as if she sensed something, the girl laughed softly.

Dazai Osamu had no intention of going crazy with his other self. He slowly pulled his hand away and spoke slowly, "But these are Chuuya's abilities. They have nothing to do with you."

--Thief.

He mouthed the words silently.

He knows himself, and his other self also knows what he is like. He must have some ulterior motive for being willing to work under a dwarf. As for what the ulterior motive is...

The black-haired girl narrowed her eyes and said bluntly: "It would be wrong not to play with such power."

Dazai suddenly realized: "Just for fun?"

Girl: “Just for fun.”

"What's so fun about a dwarf..."

"Do you still remember the man from a few days ago?" the black-haired girl suddenly asked.

Dazai Osamu didn't say anything, so she continued.

"Let me think about it. I guess I have become a fool."

When he mentioned the man from a few days ago, Dazai Osamu couldn't help but recall the man he saw a few days ago, drooling, with a silly expression, and a look of being lost. When he was caught by the mafia, he had no consciousness at all, and could only smile foolishly for no reason.

When professionals checked it, there was no problem.

But now I hear girls talking about it.

Is there some new information about them that he doesn't know?

“This is the exchange and the price.”

"Making a wish to God requires a price. The price is not that simple. It is the result of efforts made by both God and human beings. That idiot made a wish without knowing it. In the same way, he paid a price to God."

"Life is very important in their eyes, and the price they would pay for something like life is almost imaginable, it's really huge—" the girl said with a smile, "Just like that man, even if he wishes to save his life now, he can't do it anymore because he can't afford to pay the price."

Dazai Osamu sighed, and then he opened his mouth unconsciously out of curiosity: "It's a two-way price. If it's a two-way price, what is Chuuya's price?"

The black-haired girl's gaze narrowed slightly.

Her expression was nonchalant, showing that the information she said was of no value: "Anyway, it's part of him, it doesn't matter..."

She suddenly asked, "What do you think exchange is?"

Dazai subconsciously memorized the information from the girl's mouth, and slowly spoke: "Of course, both parties made the most beneficial agreement for their own purposes. Such an exchange is of course in line with the current interest standards and achieves a win-win situation for both parties."

Black-haired girl: "If there is a deal that is beneficial to you in the future, will you do it?"

Dazai Osamu raised his lips and said, "Of course it depends on the situation. If you can exchange something for my painless death, I will be happy to do it."

The black-haired girl showed a regretful expression: "It's a pity that Chuuji doesn't accept such prayers."

Dazai Osamu leaned on the table and said, "Is that so? What a pity."

Although there was no trace of regret in his tone.

"Dazai-kun, wherever we are in the world, we are living like weeds, without any purpose or meaning in life," she said.

"Eh? Don't put me and you together."

Hearing the girl say this, Dazai Osamu said bluntly, "It's different. It's completely different."

"Your sticky relationship with the dwarf is simply nauseating."

Although his expression showed disgust when he said this, his tone was suggestive.

The black-haired girl raised her glass.

Under the light, the glass reflects a very beautiful light, just as beautiful as a girl's eyes now.

There was a light emanating from her iris-colored eyes, as if she had everything a girl should have.

“Chuuya…”

But listening to the girl's tone, Dazai Osamu felt something was wrong.

Although he still deserved a beating and was still so annoying, the conclusion his brain came to seemed to have overturned something, just like a small stone thrown into the water, which unexpectedly caused a huge splash.

It was like she was handing something over.

It was like I had let go of something, as if something that had been on my mind had entered a safe zone.

What kind of adjective is this?

Dazai Osamu couldn't help but feel disgusted with his own thoughts.

Dazai frowned: "Why are you......"

But before Dazai Osamu could finish his question.

“Bang!!!!!”

A huge explosion sounded, and the shaking ground began to shake. The ceiling lights began to sway. Glasses clattered against the tabletop. Everything happened so suddenly that people were unable to react.

Even the seats where the two people were sitting began to shake.

"What—?"

The explosion in broad daylight was obviously wrong, and Dazai Osamu suddenly had a bad feeling.

The feeling was so strong that it was like something was being forced away from him.

And at this time the girl took action.

Dazai turned his head and saw that the black-haired girl's face was even paler than before. She picked up the wine glass, and in the explosion, the sound of the ice cubes hitting the wall of the glass was completely drowned out, and in the end, only the strange smile on the black-haired girl's face remained.

Her eyes seemed to be filled with fearless obsession, or like a stubborn lonely soul. Her stubborn look was like a sword that had just been unsheathed, now gleaming with a cold light.

Dazai Osamu saw the girl stretch out her hand, and the ice cubes in the glass swayed slightly with the girl's movements, and finally the glass collided with the glass he placed on the table.

"bite--"

The walls of the glasses clashed together.

"For the wild dogs." She raised her glass.