Dazai Osamu looked a little curious: "Mr.? Could you please tell me who it is? I am very interested in the person who adopted Akutagawa and trained you to become a literary giant. I really want to get to know this gentleman."

Akutagawa looked at Dazai Osamu with his dark eyes, "Dazai-kun, please don't test me. I don't need to hide anything," Akutagawa said, "The one who adopted me and my sister was Mr. Natsume Soseki. You should know that."

Dazai Osamu paused for a moment, his hands in his pockets. "Oh, this really surprises me. It's that person? In that case, Akutagawa should not have joined any of the Port Mafia or the Armed Detective Agency, right?"

Akutagawa shook his head. "In fact, there are no such forces as the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency in my place. We are all good citizens there, and there is no Mafia. However, if there is a correspondence, there are two large companies, the Port Literature Society and the Armed Literature Society. Their presidents are Mr. Mori Ogai and Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi respectively."

Dazai Osamu: ...

Dazai Osamu: ???

Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched. No wonder he was called illiterate. It turned out that the literary development in Akutagawa was very strong. Port Literature Society? Ha, he would rather believe that Mori Ogai was just the president of an ordinary literature society than that Nakahara Chuuya would bark at him one day.

Far away from the port mafia, Nakahara Chuuya, who was working 996 hours a night, sneezed and slowly sneezed out a?

Dazai Osamu shrugged, "Well, it seems that the world over there is very different from here. Since Mr. Mori is the president of the Port Literature Society, then am I still Mr. Mori's subordinate? When I think about it this way, ahh, I'm getting upset!"

Dazai Osamu complained with an exaggerated expression, "When I think of myself in another world still being oppressed by Mr. Mori, I almost shed tears of sympathy! If that's the case, then there wouldn't be another force called the Supernatural Literature Society or the Special Agent Literature Society, or some other random name, anyway, there must be such a force, right?"

"If you mean the Special Forces Division," Akutagawa replied politely, "then yes."

Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows: "There is the Special Powers Division, and the other two are the Port Literature Society and the Armed Literature Society, which are no different from here!"

Dazai Osamu didn't know what he was thinking, "I'm really looking forward to Mr. Mori's reaction after he finds out. I really can't imagine what a literature club or something like that would be. No, just thinking about it makes me feel sick." Dazai Osamu pretended to shudder, "Well, day, dusk and night, they're just a change of name, Mr. Natsume will still arrange it as usual~"

Akutagawa waited patiently for Dazai to finish his speech and then said, "If you have nothing else to ask, I will leave now."

Dazai tilted his head, "Akutagawa doesn't plan to stay in the Armed Detective Agency before leaving? Or, Akutagawa, are you planning to go to the Port Mafia?"

Akutagawa: "No, I just want to walk around this strange world and collect materials before returning. I will not have any connection with the forces here. Please rest assured, Dazai-kun."

Dazai Osamu took a half step back, took his hands out of his pockets, and covered his heart with both hands: "Wow! Akutagawa, you misunderstood me. I didn't mean anything else. I was just offering a friendly suggestion as a senior, or something else. Akutagawa really hurt me by saying that."

Akutagawa did not respond to Dazai's words. He bowed slightly to him, put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, and turned away. The wind blew up the hem of his light-colored coat and the ends of his hair. Dazai looked at Akutagawa's back thoughtfully, and suddenly laughed, "This is really interesting, don't you think, Mr. Mori?"

Dazai Osamu took out the phone from his pocket. It showed that he was on a call. A helpless voice came from the phone, "Dazai-kun, this is not fun at all. The workload is going to increase again. But Dazai-kun specifically told me this. Do you intend to return to the Port Mafia? If you want to come back, you are welcome to come back anytime. The position of the executive is still reserved for you."

On a night in Yokohama, the leader of the Port Mafia, Mori Ogai, was sitting in his office, talking on the phone while looking at the scenery outside the French window. Next to him, a little girl with supernatural powers was scribbling with a red crayon, and no one knew what she was drawing.

Dazai Osamu smiled and said to his phone: "Mr. Mori, have you gotten old and lost your memory? I've already told you that I won't go to the Port Mafia, so just give up, Mr. Mori. After all, you won't allow it, right?"

After they talked for a few sentences on the phone, Dazai Osamu's voice was cheerful, but there was no expression on his face, and his eyes were gloomy and indifferent. He now looked very much like the youngest cadre, but soon his face returned to a mask-like smile, "...Then leave it to Mr. Mori~ Alas, I saw an extremely beautiful river, and it is inviting me. Mr. Mori, I'm hanging up first!" After that, he hung up without waiting for any reaction from the other party, put the phone in his pocket, hummed a strange song he made up, and walked towards the direction where Akutagawa had left before.

"Hmm~ Let me see who is the first unlucky one~"

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The next time Dazai saw Akutagawa, it was in a dim alley. The sunlight was blocked by a wall. Dazai stood in the sunlight, and Akutagawa stood at the junction of sunlight and darkness. Only his hands, which were wiping with wet tissues, were exposed to the sunlight, while the rest were hidden in the darkness. Rashomon behind him attacked Dazai the first time he heard the movement, and then was invalidated by [No Longer Human] and disappeared into the air.

After wiping his hands, Akutagawa threw the wet tissue backwards with his right hand. It hit something and made a soft, muffled sound.

Akutagawa asked, "Dazai-kun, nice to see you again. What do you want to talk to me about?"

Dazai walked over slowly, his eyes falling on the dark place behind Akutagawa, "The first unlucky guy has appeared? Akutagawa, you're quick."

"Thank you for the compliment. I was just defending myself. After all, I have never seen such a suicide attack with a bomb strapped to my body, and I was too panicked for the moment." Although Akutagawa said this, there was no panic on his face.

"Although Akutagawa said that he was just a writer and an ordinary person who lived a routine life, he didn't look like that at all!" Dazai Osamu moved his eyes to Akutagawa's face and said, "Akutagawa, do you actually have a purpose in this world? Don't worry, just tell me directly. After all, although flies are small, too many of them are still very uncomfortable."

Akutagawa was silent for a while, then he said, "Dazai-kun, you must have guessed wrong."

Akutagawa, with a pale face and light-colored clothes, rarely smiled. He put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and looked very gentle. From his appearance, you could not tell that he was a man with blood on his hands. Instead, he looked like a bookish professor in a university. Akutagawa spoke slowly,

"I am a good citizen."

In the dark alley, where the sunlight did not reach, some liquid was flowing.

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