Chapter 114
Coming out of the toilet cubicle, everything was normal.
Kamado Miru chose a sunny afternoon and went out as usual when no one was around.
No...it's still a little different than usual.
His body couldn't even stand steadily.
Dazai Osamu had once before dragged Kamado Miru to look for Yosano Akiko. Once, Gojo Satoru came and without saying a word, he picked him up and went to the high school to look for Ieiri Shoko.
After two consecutive treatments, the white-haired boy's condition did improve a little.
Otherwise, it would not only be that my body is unsteady now.
His strong willpower forced him to walk like a normal person. Except for his gray skin and sickly complexion, his speech and activities were no different from those of ordinary people.
After helping Mr. Dazai take care of all the housework at home, Kamado Miru confirmed that there was nothing he had left undone, and on the afternoon he chose, he came out to the street bathed in the warm sunshine.
Although death is approaching, as long as we are alive, we have the obligation to spread hope.
The streets of Yokohama are clean and wide. There are not many pedestrians in this area. Occasionally, a few bicycles or electric vehicles pass by. The friction between the tires and the ground makes a subtle and regular noise, which is particularly clear in the surrounding tranquility.
Shen Du Jianliu looked around calmly, and suddenly noticed a familiar figure at the intersection.
[Hey, it’s Dun Dun!] 】
[Wow, it really is Nakajima Atsushi, and next to him is... Izumi Kyoka? 】
[They should be completing a mission. Do you want to go up and ask them?] 】
[Rather than saying hello, I hope Liu can have a good rest at home, what a look on his face]
[Jianliu goes out every day to do some good deeds, woo woo, this is the positive energy live broadcast room]
Just as the comment said, the figure standing not far away is Nakajima Atsushi.
After confirming that Mr. Dazai was not there, next to him was another girl whom I had met once at the Armed Detective Agency, but her name was familiar to me.
Shen Du Jianliu breathed a sigh of relief temporarily.
"Uh, this is..."
The boy with the same hair color had his head spinning around, his bangs cut in a diagonal shape, and he was wearing a simple white shirt and black overalls. A long belt was chasing behind his butt like a tail, swaying in the breeze.
He was holding a map in his hand and looked a little troubled.
"From here, where should I go?"
"What should I do? Kunikida-san told me to do that, but I still forgot."
The boy's tone sounded a little uneasy and broken.
“In the wild, you can use mountains and rivers to determine the direction.”
The kimono girl next to Nakajima Atsushi replied calmly, "I saw it in a book."
"But we're not in the wild anymore, Kyoka-chan."
"I remember seeing Mr. Dazai walking in this direction after get off work before... He should be very familiar with this place, why don't we give him a call and ask?"
As Nakajima Atsushi said this, he wanted to lower his head and take out his cell phone.
When he was holding his head in despair, Shen Du Jianliu walked over with no expression.
"Where are you going?"
The young man's cold voice interrupted the stalemate between the two people.
"I can help you."
“Eh!?”
Nakajima Atsushi looked up in surprise, but when he saw the silver-haired boy's face clearly, he was first surprised not because he had seen Kamado Kenryu before, but because of the other person's expression.
"Are you...are you okay? You look so bad!!"
"Didn't Mr. Dazai tell you to stay home and rest?"
Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."
He coughed a few times, swallowed the scarlet blood, and then said calmly: "I have rested."
"Please don't tell him."
Nakajima Atsushi: “…”
It doesn't look like he has had any rest at all.
Compared to the very subtle thoughts in the heart of a certain moon beast, Izumi Kyoka's expression was a little alert. She even pulled Nakajima Atsushi back a step.
[Jinghua seems to be somewhat hostile towards Jianliu?] 】
[I don't think he's hostile, maybe he's wary of the gangsters. After all, he was a PortMafia before.]
[Jinghua-chan, our A-Liu is a very good baby, please don’t misunderstand Jian-Liu]
His eyes swept across the live broadcast room without changing, and Kamado Miru immediately realized that this girl with the same name as the literary giant Izumi Kyoka had been a member of the mafia.
The barrage almost completely dug up the other party’s experience and abilities.
Nakajima Atsushi: "Kyoka-chan?"
Izumi Kyoka said nothing.
When Kamado Miru first went to the Armed Detective Agency, she noticed this person.
As one of the disciples who learned assassination techniques from Weilun, Izumi Kyoka had more or less heard rumors about Kamado Miryu, and was also curious about what kind of person he was to win the favor of most people in the organization.
But the other party is Mafia after all, and the information shows that he is a reserve cadre with outstanding achievements. His methods may not be as merciful as those of those famous people.
"Where are you going?"
Shen Du Jianliu repeated his previous question.
He didn't care about other people's vigilance against him, just like a long time ago when Gojo Satoru didn't allow him to call his name, it was an insignificant matter.
It has nothing to do with spreading hope, and the other party will not be infected with despair.
Not worth your attention.
"Uh, we need to deliver documents to the transportation bureau near Takatori Town."
Nakajima Atsushi still trusts Kamado Miryu more, as he has met him many times.
However, in Nakajima Atsushi's impression, Kamado Miru had been unconscious in the hospital for a long time and was only discharged some time ago and lived with Mr. Dazai.
His origins are a mystery. He has hardly been out since he was brought back, and he probably doesn’t know many roads.
He was about to politely decline the white-haired boy's concern with a wry smile, but Shen Du Jianliu simply nodded expressionlessly.
"I see."
"Come on, I'll lead the way for you."
"Eh!? You know it!?"
"Um."
Seeing the white-haired boy's face which was too pale... one could even say he looked defeated, Nakajima Atsushi asked with some concern: "Do you really know? Or should we take a break?"
"Thank you, but no thanks."
"Then, can you repeat what I said before?"
Nakajima Atsushi wanted to dissuade him again.
"Uh. We have to deliver documents to the transportation bureau near Takatori Town."
Shen Du Jian Liu looked at him with some doubt: "Do you really know? Or you should take a rest."
As he repeated these words, bright red liquid began to flow from the boy's nose again.
He had seen the entire map of Yokohama and knew all the roads.
Nakajima Atsushi: “……!!”
"Don't let him talk." Izumi Kyoka tugged at the silver-haired boy's clothes with a tactful look. She could see that Kamado Miru's seemingly normal speech was actually a little laborious: "Let's go first."
Given the opponent's physical condition, if they really wanted to attack them or pull her back forcefully, Izumi Kyoka would be somewhat confident of doing so.
So she relaxed her tense muscles a little.
“Ah… Yeah.”
Nakajima Atsushi was a little confused.
He was worried that if Mr. Dazai asked about it after he returned, he would skin him alive.
Finally, under the leadership of Shen Du Jianliu, the group reached their destination in just ten minutes.
"goodbye."
After making sure that there was no more trouble or difficulty in their eyes, Shen Du Jianliu said goodbye to the two of them without any reluctance.
“Thank you!”
Nakajima Atsushi was still amazed that they actually found the Transportation Bureau, and that they found it so quickly as if they had taken a shortcut, it was like a walking map.
Mr. Shendu is really a friendly and good person...!
No wonder Mr. Kunikida had been struggling with the other person for several days.
While Nakajima Atsushi was feeling deeply emotional, the girl next to him fell into an unusual silence.
A moment later, when the figure of the white-haired boy with pale skin was about to disappear completely, Izumi Kyoka called out to him across the crowded street.
"Have you... gone to see that man?"
"?"
Shen Du saw Liu stop and turned back.
"...Since you left, that person has never shown any expression. I was accepted as a disciple as an exception."
Izumi Kyoka seemed to be struggling for a while before she said these words.
Kamado Kenru realized that the other party was talking about Weilun.
"Um."
He didn't say anything more, turned around and left.
Weilaine's situation is similar to Mr. Dazai's. With the condition of "resurrection", he can deceive the other party.
He actually didn't quite understand why the other party "never had any expression" because of his death.
Is it because of his identity as a younger brother?
Obviously, the meaning of his existence does not come from being the younger brother of Verlaine or Mr. Chuuya, nor is he a friend of Dazai Osamu...
However, as long as they can remove the despair in their eyes, none of this matters.
After bidding farewell to Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka, Kamado Miru helped an old lady with blurry eyes cross the road while crossing the sidewalk.
After taking the two candies handed over by the old man as a token of his gratitude, the white-haired boy quickened his pace and walked in another direction.
While no one was noticing him, he hid in a nearby alley, held onto the shabby wall, covered his mouth, and coughed violently, then knelt on one knee on the ground.
“Cough… cough…”
In fact, when Kamado Miru was leading Nakajima Atsushi and the other man, his body was already unable to bear it.
This time it really is coming to an end.
My eyes started to ache and blur, my brain started to buzz, and even breathing became difficult.
Even without removing the restraint on his earlobe, blood began to flow from all his orifices, staining the boy's handsome and delicate pale face red.
Shen Du Jianliu sat on the ground with no expression on his face, and he felt very calm.
As long as he can fulfill his final responsibility and realize the value of his life, he will have no regrets in this life.
[Oh my god, what’s going on?] 】
[Is Jianliu okay? He really should have a good rest. Calling Dazai Osamu woo woo woo]
[Call Chuuya, call Gojo Satoru, call Jie, call Verlaine——]
[I feel so sorry for A Liu. I have been watching the live broadcast room since it opened. He has been helping people in need and has never stopped spreading positive energy. I hope such a kind person will not get into trouble.]
"I'm fine."
The boy whose skin was so transparent that one could see his blood vessels suddenly spoke.
His cold and slightly hoarse voice interrupted the anxious comments of the netizens in the quiet alley.
The live broadcast room suddenly went blank for a few seconds.
Shen Du Jian Liu did not stop because of this. Instead, he raised the corners of his lips with his remaining strength and said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern."
“Thank you all for your continued companionship.”
The usually expressionless white-haired boy spoke in a rare gentle voice, and the slight smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to penetrate the long cold night, clear and deep, untainted by dust, and for the first time, the air around him was filled with indescribable tenderness and miracle.
Barrage: “…”
【? ? ? ? ? ? ? 】
【? ? ? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! 】
[Help, help, who is Jianliu talking to now? ? ? Zhou, there seems to be no one around? ? Could it be Zai's bug? 】
[No, it seems... it's towards us?] ? ! ! ! ! ! 】
[See, I can see the barrage now! ! ! ? 】
[System: Anchor? ? ]
[System: You don’t plan to maintain the status quo? Do you want to start interacting with the barrage? ]
A very confusing mechanical voice sounded in my mind.
It can detect that Kamado Miru's current physical condition is very bad, but not to the point of immediate death.
However, it is fortunate that the other party is finally willing to interact with the audience.
"Um."
At the end of his life, he should say goodbye to the audience.
Moreover, it is impossible for Kamado Miru to commit suicide in front of everyone in this state, so he has to lie to the barrage.
"Next, I'm going to close the live broadcast room."
"I'm just going to go back and rest for a while. I will continue to work hard to spread hope in the future."
He pressed his red lips against hers and said what he wanted to say. Shen Du Jian Liu swallowed the blood clot in his throat and said solemnly -
"goodbye."
The live broadcast room was in an uproar because of his sudden words just now, and now it was almost filled with blurry vision.
Shen Du Jianliu just took a quick look and confirmed that there were no major problems before letting the system close the live broadcast room.
However.
Among these chaotic comments, he suddenly noticed a comment with the ID of Miaomu.
[Mr. Shen Du, you really should take a good rest. 】
[Would you mind talking to me? 】
Kamado saw that Ryumoto paused when he was about to get up.
The system has closed the live broadcast room, but the private chat channel is still open.
[System: Ahem, this person is also from your world. He is the president of the Hope for the Future Organization. ]
"President?"
Shen Dujianliu frowned.
He had the last name Naegi in his mind, so he could recognize the other person without a system introduction.
Makoto Naegi was a student of the 78th class of Hope's Peak Academy. Junko Enoshima locked up the students of that class and let them kill each other, and spread some despair to the world through live broadcast.
Kamado Miru is the 77th issue, just like Komaeda Nagito, but...
He was not even in the 77th class, he was just a student in the preparatory department.
Because he was talking to the system in his mind, the white-haired boy's words were not as difficult to pronounce as if he spoke orally.
He continued to ask with an indifferent look: "Isn't the future president of the organization Kazuo Tianyuan?"
Kazuo Amano, the former principal of Hope's Peak Academy.
The other party is the one who established the Future Agency after the whole world was infected with despair, intending to lead the surviving talents to guide the world back to hope.
[System: Well...According to my detection, Tianyuan Kazufu is already dead. ]
[System: Host, didn’t I tell you before that a lot of changes have happened in your world, and now Makoto Naegi is the acting president. ]
[System: The former 77th batch of students has eliminated their despair because of the other party and your live broadcast, and is now traveling around the world. ]
[System: How about it, do you want to talk to him? ]
[System: This guy is different from ordinary guys. He is both a super high school level of luck and a non-artificial super high school level of hope. ]
“…”
Can.
When Shen Du saw that Liu did not stand up, he leaned against the wall, swallowed his blood, and let the system open the private chat channel.
[Hello, Mr. Naegi.] 】
[Eh? ? Suddenly...ah! Hello! (Only visible to the host)]
[Excuse me...are we having a conversation now? (Only visible to the host)]
【Um. 】
【Very good! I am finally able to contact you. First of all, I would like to thank you very much for your efforts so far. (Only visible to the host)]
The tone of the person on the other end of the private chat box seemed a little excited, and he didn't even expect that he would be able to establish a communication channel with Shen Du Jian Liu.
After all, for people in the world of Danganronpa, everyone can only watch the live broadcast of the white-haired boy in a one-way manner.
[I don’t know how you managed to broadcast the news live to the whole world, but thanks to you, the remaining despair in the world has disappeared. (Only visible to the host)]
[On behalf of all members of the Future Agency, I would like to thank you again. I really appreciate your efforts. (Only visible to the host)]
[But the world has basically stabilized now, which means that you don't need to continue spreading hope, including now, and exhaust yourself in order to eliminate despair. (Only visible to the host)]
[Please come back as soon as possible and have a good rest. Everyone wants to see you in person. (Only visible to the host)]
[Mr. Shendu, you must be looking forward to a world where despair has been completely eliminated. (Only visible to the host)]
A lively mechanical sound also mixed in at this time.
[System: Congratulations, host! ]
[System: And according to the flow rate of our high-dimensional world, your live broadcast time is almost 3 months. Time flies. ]
[System: What I also want to tell you is, would you consider renewing your contract with us? We can actually solve your physical problems...]
Shen Du Jianliu could no longer hear what the system said next.
Because his mind was now filled with what the junior named Makoto Naegi had just said.
despair……
It's gone.
Makoto Naegi's private chat channel has been closed, but the system is still chattering about the advantages of their company's platform and the treatment of testers and anchors after they are converted to regular employees.
Shen Du Jianliu only cares about one thing.
Despair, gone?
Sitting in the alley, bleeding all over and looking tattered, the white-haired boy leaned on the ground, with a rare look of confusion in his purple eyes.
He wanted to stand up and leave here by holding on to the wall, but his heavy and weak legs and feet were completely out of control. He did not feel happy at all because of what the system and Makoto Naegi said.
The sentence is still repeating in my mind -
The despair disappeared.
My breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and cold sweat began to flow out in large patches. The thought of committing suicide was squeezed out, and every breath I took seemed to be fighting against invisible pressure, as if I had to use up all my strength to squeeze out a faint breath.
turn out to be.
Despair was gone, and he no longer needed to spread hope.
He felt completely suffocated, and Shen Du saw that Liu Lian could no longer endure the blood clots surging in his body. With every bit of consumption in his body, the uncomfortable dull pain surged in like a tide, vigorously and wantonly eroding every cell of his body.
The boy struggled to support himself on the ground, and the world around him began to become blurry and distant.
All the touch, sound, and light were drowned by this sentence. Shen Dujianliu vomited blood and his body seemed to be in an endless darkness filled with only pain and difficulty breathing.
The despair disappeared.
Despair is gone, despair is gone, despair is gone, despair is gone, despair is gone.
The voice in my head is infinitely amplified.
He no longer needs to spread hope.
So……
What is the meaning of my life?
The pale-faced boy held his cheek, and ran his blood-stained fingers through his bangs. His brain, invaded by the tinnitus, lost all thoughts.
Large amounts of sweat mixed with blood made this young man, who seemed to be abandoned by the world, look extremely pitiful and sad.
He lost the meaning of his existence.
The creed of survival was denied. No, in fact, there was no meaning for him to exist in this world at all.
Even death is a waste of resources and a worthless act.
Shen Du Jianliu's palm almost unconsciously crushed the wall and the ground he was originally supporting. With a crisp "boom" sound, the entire wall was shaking slightly.
The boy stopped moving and simply sat down on the ground with his legs weakly supported. For the first time, a stream of cold liquid flowed from his dirty and blurry delicate face.
He raised his hand and touched his eye sockets, which were leaking liquid different from blood, in confusion.
However, my heart, which has been stained by certain words, is still repeating that conclusion.
I don't need to spread hope anymore.
——He is no longer useful.
***
At this moment, in this deserted alley far away from the street.
No one noticed that the young man, his body soaked in blood, was sitting alone against the wall. His slender figure was thin and fragile, as if he would be carried away by the ruthless wind at any time and disappear into the air.
The world around him had lost all its colors and sounds, leaving only endless confusion.
The other person sat there quietly, as if he had given up everything, with only traces of tears remaining on his delicate, pale face.
He looked down at the shattered ground with empty eyes, and raised his hand in despair to pull off the cross earring on his earlobe, which symbolized God and mercy.
As long as you get closer, you can find out——
In this gloom, the boy's eyes were gradually filled with layers of darkness, which overlapped to form a unique chaotic glow.
That was deep despair.
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