Chapter 89
Kamado Miru didn't wait for Dazai Osamu's answer, but his body was suddenly hugged.
This is a very strange embrace.
During the Port Mafia period, Dazai Osamu, who was always surrounded by death and killing, never hugged himself like a good friend.
Unlike Jay, they had almost no physical contact.
However, the aura of the other person was very familiar.
It is a light, clean smell with a refreshing scent of soapberry.
But there were also some things about the other person that were different from before, for example, there was less cold and bloody aura.
[Wow, who knows, how long have I been squatting for this reunion hug]
[A little tearful]
[When Kojima had to choose between the two, Zai should have given him a good hug]
[By the way, how are Haruki Kojima and the others doing? Liuzai left Wenye so suddenly that I remember the live broadcast room was closed at that time.]
[I’m curious about other people’s reactions. This timeline looks like the third season of the anime! Zai has become Butei Zai! 】
【etc? ? Doesn’t that mean Jianliu has been “missing” for four years? What Dazai said just now doesn’t seem right, as if he doesn’t know him.]
[Am I the only one who wants to watch 5t5? A-Liu has returned to Wenye, what about 5t5 and Jie?]
There should be no need to worry over there.
Shen Du Jianliu remembered that he had killed all the decision-makers in the conference room before.
Without them, the threat to Gojo Satoru's life would be greatly reduced.
Xia Youjie's ideal also provided him with a blueprint.
The body of Kamado Miru before his death was still there, along with the blood samples and data after the study.
The other party can use his own blood as a medium, and find a way to blend into the blood of ordinary people to achieve his ultimate goal.
No matter what, I have achieved the effect of spreading hope.
His eyes swept across the barrage calmly and shifted back to the black-haired young man in front of him who was only in his early 20s.
The other party's breathing was a little disordered.
Shen Du Jianliu thought about it, raised his slender arm, placed it on the other's back soothingly, and patted his body gently.
However, Dazai Osamu took a step back as if he was scalded.
The two people looked at each other in the quiet ward.
I don't know how long it was before the young man with fluffy black hair opened his mouth, breaking the silence in the air.
His tone was rarely tinged with uncertainty and hesitation, like a cat that was cautious but did not dare to stretch its feet out.
"...Meet the flow?"
"Um."
“…”
For a moment, Dazai Osamu suddenly felt that it didn't matter anymore.
Whatever Fedor's back-up plan or whatever cloned artificial body he has, as long as Shen Du Jianliu can come back, that's enough.
But the other party was already dead.
Died in his own arms, killed by his own hands through vile temptations.
A scene that he would never forget flashed through his mind. The dazzling red color could not fade for a long time. Dazai Osamu was silent for a moment, and a smile reappeared on his face.
"Anyway, I'm glad you woke up."
"I am very worried."
"The doctor said you need to stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation. Rest well here. I will come to pick you up in a few days."
After saying this, Dazai Osamu turned around and left the ward.
It was totally different from the previous few days when there was no intention to stay for a while.
Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."
He blinked.
Looking at Dazai Osamu's hurried footsteps, Kamado Miru recalled some of his memories of following him in the past.
Whenever he tried to ease the despair in the other person's eyes, Dazai Osamu would suddenly restrain his expression.
As if the hedgehog with its belly exposed was afraid of being hurt, it turned over, exposing its spikes again, and turned away without warning.
He didn't know why, but he saw himself now...
It also has some of the meaning of that time.
Is it because of my current identity?
"Please wait a moment."
Shen Du Jian Liu lifted the quilt thoughtfully, lowered his eyes, pulled out the infusion needle on the back of his hand, and called out to the other party: "Mr. Dazai."
"I can be discharged from the hospital at any time and do not need observation."
"I want to stay with you, can you wait for me?"
"I'll be done with it in a second. It'll be quick. Just give me a few seconds."
He has now resumed normal movements.
Although my body is much weaker than before, I can still do the basic movements and have no problem continuing to spread hope.
This is the meaning of my life and I must fulfill it.
Mr. Dazai also looked like he needed his company.
Kamado Miru did not forget that he had died in front of Dazai Osamu before. Maybe he caused some bad negative emotions to the desperate people at that time, but he died so he did not see it.
Since the other party seems to be trying to avoid him, it means that coming back will still be effective.
He needs to make things clear with Mr. Dazai.
"no--"
The black-haired young man who walked to the edge of the ward paused, stopped, and turned back with a smile.
"The doctor said you need to stay here for a few more days because we don't know when you'll be in danger again."
"At least complete the infusion amount."
In fact, it requires more than just hospitalization for observation.
Kamado Miru's physical condition is exactly the same as the symptoms he suffered four years ago when he replaced the bomb in his body and was admitted to the hospital.
Even less optimistic than that time.
Organs throughout the body failed and ruptured, but they slowly repaired themselves at a speed that was impossible for humans to achieve.
The very slow kind.
If this place wasn't located in the hospital where the president lived when he was infected with the "common eating" virus, the dean and the president were old acquaintances, and they often dealt with special people like them...
The hospital may have issued a critical illness notice.
Dazai Osamu did not tell this to a doctor in the detective agency.
"Kamito Miru" is not a member of the Armed Detective Agency, and Yosano Akiko has no obligation to save him.
Besides... before the other party woke up, he had originally planned to observe.
But Dazai Osamu has decided not to do so now.
…
He actually said, knowing yourself or something.
The handsome young man with brown-black hair stood there, his facial expression hidden by his scattered bangs on his forehead, and he didn't even notice that his fingers were trembling slightly.
If this was what Fyodor had instilled in the other party, Dazai Osamu was not sure what expression he could show now.
However, it is unlikely.
Because what happened that day was absolutely confidential.
Apart from himself, Haruki Kojima and Kamado Miru himself, there would be no fourth person who knew all the details of the day Kamado Miru died.
Even Mori Ogai didn't know.
It is impossible for anyone else to repeat what Jianliu said to him unless Fyodor pried open the other person's coffin and asked him in person.
"See the flow."
Dazai Osamu retracted his arm that was reaching for the door handle again, turned around and walked to the white-haired boy's bed.
"You have the memories of the clone... or the original."
"Yeah?"
Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."
[Clone?] The main body? What do you mean? I seem a little confused.]
[+1, what are you talking about?]
[I remember that when Jianliu first appeared, he seemed to be soaking in a tank. Dazai wouldn't mistakenly think that Jianliu was a clone or something, right? Oh my god, this is me! 】
[Could it be that something happened during those times when the live broadcast room was closed? 】
[Who still remembers that Jianliu himself was an experimental subject? Some sisters have guessed before that he seems to be from the Dangan World? 】
[Wuwuwuwu, will I see Chuuya again after seeing Ru? If I don’t see Chuuya again, I’m going to die.]
“Knock, knock.”
Just at this moment, the door of the ward behind the two of them was suddenly knocked, and a silver-haired boy with strange side bangs walked in.
"Mr. Dazai, you are here after all!"
"Mr. Kunikida is looking for... Ugh!!"
The other person seemed to be frightened by something. His eyes suddenly widened and he rubbed his eyelids.
The boy that Mr. Dazai and Mr. Kunikida saved actually woke up?
"S-Sorry... Did I disturb you?"
I heard that the two men were old acquaintances, although Mr. Dazai never admitted it himself.
But if you don’t know each other, no one would visit each other every day.
"Hello."
Kamado Kenryu greeted Nakajima Atsushi politely.
His vision was occupied by a large number of barrages floating by. Through the barrages, he had already learned that the boy in front of him was the protagonist of this world - Nakajima Atsushi.
There doesn't seem to be despair in his eyes, and he doesn't need attention.
He just said hello and then looked away calmly.
"Hello... hello!"
Nakajima Atsushi quickly stood at attention and bowed. He carefully glanced at the black-haired young man standing next to him.
It would be better for me to leave wisely.
“…”
Dazai Osamu sighed, put one hand in his pocket, and his expression showed no emotion.
"Atsushi-kun, what do you want from me?"
"Uh, nothing...because Mr. Kunikida asked me to ask you to go back and take care of the work."
"That's right, um... Isn't the previous matter over? We agreed to finish the accumulated official business as soon as possible in the next few days, and we want to celebrate properly."
"If nothing goes wrong, it will be completely dealt with tonight, and we will have a dinner together on the cruise ship then."
"Is Mr. Dazai still going?"
“Yes.”
"Of course I will go. I have something to ask of Dr. Yosano."
"Then, then the gentleman over here..."
Nakajima Atsushi once again turned his gaze to Kamado Miru who was sitting on the hospital bed.
The other person was really pale, the kind of sickly pale without a trace of blood, and it looked like he would faint to the ground in the next second, losing his breath and vitality.
Mr. Dazai is going to ask Ms. Yosano to treat the other person, right?
Shen Du Jian Liu had already stood up with the help of the bed.
"My name is Kamado Miyariu, you can call me whatever you want."
He glanced at the silent black-haired young man beside him and continued, "Don't worry."
"I won't bother you."
As long as he knew that these people would go to the cruise ship at night, he would find a way to sneak in.
As for the question Dazai Osamu asked just now...
Because he is the real person, but the identity given to him by the system is indeed a clone, so it is not easy to answer.
Since the topic has been interrupted, there is no need to continue.
Just wait until they leave and then follow them.
"As long as we figure out the specific signs, we can go to the dock with the widest view to search for the target, and then sneak in..."
Dazai Osamu stared at Kamado Miru's emotionless face, and suddenly said without warning: "You don't think so, do you?"
"I would be very sad if you did that."
“I was so sad that I wanted to commit suicide.”
Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."
Nakajima Atsushi: “…”
? ? ? ?
Mr. Dazai, if you want to commit suicide, just tell me! Please don't use such weird excuses. !
"sorry."
Kamado Miru lowered his eyes and apologized without any hesitation. He raised his hand and grabbed the black-haired young man's sleeve: "If Mr. Dazai doesn't want me to do that, I won't do it."
"I haven't seen you for a long time. I just want to accompany you."
Dazai Osamu: “…”
The clock on the wall ticked.
Now it was the other two people in the ward who fell silent.
The black-haired young man moved his held arm but did not pull it away.
"You're really... as clingy as ever."
After a long while, Dazai Osamu said in a seemingly relaxed tone: "Don't worry, the organizer is the Armed Detective Agency, and it's easy to get a cruise invitation."
"Um."
"Thank you, Mr. Dazai."
Armed Detective Agency.
It seems that the other party has really left PortMafia.
Then there is no need for me to return to that organization.
Shen Du Jianliu thought for a moment and withdrew his mind from the various barrages. He did not forget the barrages that had passed by before.
"Excuse me, how is Mr. Chuuya?"
"I want to see him."
“Eh? Mr. Chuuya!?”
Nakajima Atsushi never expected that he would hear the name Nakahara Chuuya from the mouth of this strange white-haired boy.
Isn’t that person from PortMafia? He’s a super powerful cadre!
A few days ago, the Armed Detective Agency was fighting a life-and-death battle with the other party... or rather, the Port Mafia represented by the other party.
Could it be that... the young man in front of me is from PortMafia?
"That's what he asked."
Dazai Osamu seemed reluctant to mention a certain dwarf. He clicked his tongue and looked at Nakajima Atsushi who was standing there in a daze, lost in his brainstorming.
"Atsushi-kun, you know where that guy Chuuya is, right?"
"Uh, sorry… I don't know."
Nakajima Atsushi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I heard that Mr. Ranpo had challenged him 1v1 before. Maybe Mr. Ranpo knows."
"By the way..."
"What is the relationship between Mr. Shendu and Mr. Chuuya?"
Since Mr. Dazai had no intention of refusing to answer, it meant that the three of them had known each other before.
Maybe he's just an old colleague?
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