Chapter 96
After the banquet, Kamado Miru successfully followed Dazai Osamu back home.
As for Nakahara Chuuya——
Although I almost fainted from anger and wanted to kill that bastard bluefish on the spot and throw it into the sea to feed the fish, it was my brother's decision after all.
It would be bad for him to take him home by force regardless of his wishes.
Besides...the BOSS is still waiting for my report.
Now that the confrontation between the two organizations has ended, there must be a lot of mess on PortMafia's side that needs to be cleaned up by a cadre like him. He also needs to investigate how Jianliu was resurrected.
There are a lot of troublesome things to do now, so it is really not suitable to take the other person back.
Nakahara Chuuya struggled for a long time, clenching and unclenching his fists several times, and finally forced himself to leave the extremely luxurious cruise ship with great difficulty...
The Kamado Miyazawa School was temporarily handed over to Dazai Osamu.
No matter what, there was no way he would be careless and lose Jianliu this time.
***
When the last ray of afterglow in the sky sank into the horizon, the night fell completely.
Numerous small cargo ships and luxury cruise ships are moored side by side, each with its lights flashing, reflecting each other and casting mottled shadows on the sparkling water. The night in Yokohama undoubtedly presents an extremely peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
Walking through the bustling streets with flashing neon lights, the sound of traffic and passers-by gradually decreased, and the hustle and bustle completely dissipated——
Kamado Miru had already followed Dazai Osamu to the door of his house.
"alright."
"It's getting late now."
The young man with fluffy black hair took out the key from his pocket, opened the door in the quiet atmosphere, turned around and said in a brisk tone: "Come in, meet Liu."
[I feel a little emotional. This expression is completely different from the first time I entered your house, Zai]
[Wow, this is Buteizai's house]
[It’s a normal residential building. Great, it’s not a container…]
[By the way, is Odasaku still alive? Where does he live now?]
[Hehe, are you going to live with Dazai? I remember that Dazai let Ms. Sasaki stay with him in the original book. There should be an extra room.]
Shen Du Jianliu observed the building in front of him without any expression.
Just as the comments said, this place is different from the industrial wasteland in memory. There is no messy industrial garbage, nor are there useless old containers piled up around.
Maybe the system is right.
The new environment subtly changed his mentality. At least he packaged up the abyss-like darkness in his heart.
"Dazai-san, have you taken it out of the container?"
The white-haired boy coughed slightly and followed the tall black-haired young man across the threshold.
"When I first went to your 'home', you said that I might see some dismembered bodies."
"It seems that there is none in the new home either."
“That’s great.”
He was very relieved.
Dazai Osamu: “…”
A black-haired young man who was squatting and searching for his slippers paused noticeably.
That was a long time ago.
"Yeah--"
"How could there be a dead body in my house? It must be because my brain was punctured that I said such things! Jianliu, forget about it as soon as possible."
Dazai Osamu smiled and turned around, skipping over the topic lightly, and handed the clean slippers to the white-haired boy: "Okay, here you go."
"These are unopened slippers."
"Tomorrow I will take Jianliu to buy new daily necessities—"
"Ah, but the salary card is in your hands, so you have to pay the money."
"OK."
Shen Du Jianliu had no interest in purchasing things for himself, and the two bank cards in his pocket had no appeal at all.
As long as I can maintain basic life, it's fine.
However, if he could accompany those in despair, he naturally had no objection.
Although Dazai Osamu's home is not as simple and casual as the abandoned container, it is still shrouded in endless darkness.
There was no light on in the empty living room, the roof was filled with a dull and silent atmosphere, and it was so quiet all around that the only sound was the ticking of the clock.
Deserted and dark.
"Can I turn on the light, Mr. Dazai?"
"It's up to you."
Dazai Osamu took the initiative to turn on the switch on the wall.
His room is not big. After all, it is a single dormitory. Apart from the tatami-covered living room, there are only some simple furnishings.
Since they had already had dinner at the banquet on the luxury cruise ship, all the two of them had to do next was sleep.
Dazai Osamu gave his original bed to the white-haired boy and slept in the next room.
After a whole day of hard work, Shen Du Jianliu was already extremely tired with cramps all over his body.
His pain tolerance is very high and he is used to pain, so he doesn't show any abnormality on the outside.
He forced himself to stand up from the hospital, and did not meet the requirement of resting in the nutrition cabin for 15 days. After leaving the hospital, he immediately entered the world of detective novels, using his talents non-stop to find 124 murderers and analyze hundreds of methods of committing crimes...
It was already his limit not to faint from vomiting blood.
Accepting the kindness of the black-haired young man, Kamado Kenru took off his suit jacket and changed into the large-sized pajamas that Dazai Osamu gave him, and went into bed early.
At the same time, in the next room.
There was no light on the ceiling, and the entire room was completely plunged into dead darkness.
It was a deep abyss that swallowed up all light. Even the faint moonlight or scattered starlight that came through the window was blocked by the curtains opposite and the oppressive atmosphere. It was unable to penetrate the invisible barrier and bring a ray of light to this space.
The cracks in the wall and ceiling, the dark light bulb above my head...
In this eerie darkness, all of their original outlines were lost, merging into an endless, terrifying shadow, like a monster slowly crawling in the darkness.
Being in a dark and empty atmosphere, one's thoughts can easily become wandering.
Whether it is the memories of the past, the confusion of the present or the worries of the future... in the end, they will all turn into silence.
Dazai Osamu stared at the ceiling above his head quietly without closing his eyes for a long time.
The words that Edogawa Ranpo said on the cruise ship today appeared calmly in his mind -
Someone helped Jianliu to revive.
He's not a pure clone.
The other party knew a lot of things, retained his previous wisdom and strength, and even remembered everything he had said to him.
Who was the person who helped him?
Can you trust me? Fedor knows everything... No, this matter has nothing to do with Fedor anymore.
Dazai Osamu specifically reminded Chuuya with words today, and he will probably investigate the coffin and the records of entering and leaving the cemetery soon after he returns.
Throwing aside these things that are already somewhat insignificant to him——
The scene of Kamado Miru escaping from a detective novel immediately emerged in Dazai Osamu's mind.
He held out his hand to the detective in the group.
Because the other party was kneeling on the ground in a very dejected manner at that time.
It was written all over his face that "I can't live anymore."
It really is... you are always carrying out your ideals and beliefs, Jianliu-kun.
So, does my current self have the same meaning to Kamado Miru as that person's existence?
An absolute hope-seeker.
Even after returning to his side, he still treats everyone in need of help equally, and widely saves all ordinary people, whether known or not.
Although he has done a lot of good things to save people——
But, did he really care about the life and death and feelings of these people?
Dazai Osamu placed his arm in front of his forehead, covering his eyes that were so deep that they blended into the darkness.
It's really heartless, see the flow.
…
“Cough…cough cough.”
Suddenly, a very suppressed cough sounded in the earphones.
Dazai Osamu shifted his gaze and turned his head towards the wall next to him, frowning slightly.
The white-haired boy on the other side of the room was obviously not asleep. After lying down for a while, he pushed back the quilt and sat up, covering his lips and coughing for a long time.
"Mr. Dazai, where is the bathroom?"
Dazai Osamu: “…”
The air suddenly remained still for a few seconds.
Ah, it was that time.
Just a few seconds after coming out of the novel world, Kamado Kenryu, who was leaning in front of him, raised his hand and touched the location of the earring.
By that time he might have discovered the location of the bug.
Dazai Osamu climbed out of the bedding that was temporarily spread on the floor, stood up and walked to the door of the next room.
"Are you asleep? See you."
“…”
The door was opened.
The white-haired boy standing behind the door had dark circles under his eyes, and his frail face was silhouetted against the faint moonlight in the dim vision, his skin was so white that it was almost transparent like paper.
His long eyelashes cast fine shadows under his eyelids, inevitably adding a sense of comfort and tranquility.
"Feel sorry."
"Excuse me for disturbing you, Mr. Dazai."
"…I didn't sleep in the first place. The toilet is over there."
The black-haired young man pointed to the left behind him.
After watching the boy go to the bathroom, Dazai Osamu did not return to the room. He poured a glass of water and handed it to Kamado Miru who came out again.
"Give--"
"It's almost time for supper, do you want to cook something to eat together?"
“…”
Shen Du Jian Liu blinked.
【ah? Zai can also cook, are you sure it’s not some weird dish? 】
[Probably. After all, he lives alone. It's impossible for him to eat takeout or eat in restaurants every day.]
[I remember there was a Q version episode where it was said that Dazai couldn't cook, and he specifically called Kunikida back to make oden]
[That must be Zai being lazy on purpose, he has such a good brain, I don’t believe he can’t learn it if he just studies casually]
[Wow, so gentle, Zai, did you notice that Jianliu vomited a lot of blood in the sink? QAQ]
[Don’t play me in the front, A Liu’s health is really too poor! 】
[Come to think of it… Liuzi didn’t eat anything at the party. I remember he only ate two small strawberry cakes that Ranpo brought him, which were smaller than the free gifts that came with the takeout.]
Shen Du Jianliu would certainly not refuse the other party's kindness.
He nodded and wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand: "I'll help you."
"no--"
Dazai Osamu smiled and decisively refused, pushing the thin boy back into the house: "I'll call you when it's done."
Contrary to what was speculated in the comments, Dazai Osamu actually cooked some normal food, and the dimly lit room was immediately filled with the aroma of food.
It's not some dark dish.
It was a rare occasion for the two of them to sit together in front of a small table set up on the tatami mat, and it seemed as if time had gone back to when they were sitting in the container eating swimming crab udon noodles.
"Mr. Dazai, can I ask you a question?"
Shen Du Jianliu remembered something and decided to take advantage of the current atmosphere to ask the other party.
"Go ahead—"
The black-haired young man seemed to be in a good mood and his tone was cheerful.
"OK."
"Excuse me, is Mr. Oda Sakunosuke okay?"
“…”
Dazai Osamu paused in picking up the chopsticks.
“Very good.”
His voice was soft and nasal, and it was extremely long in the quiet air: "Do you know that Odasaku adopted five children?"
“His dream has always been to be a novelist, to live by the sea and write his own novels.”
"Odasaku hasn't given up on this dream yet."
"He has defected from PortMafia many years ago, just like me, and left the city with his children."
"Of course—"
"You can still see him if you go to Lupin in Ginza once in a while."
I see.
It seems that the other party has been successfully rescued, so I don’t need to pay attention to Oda Sakunosuke next.
Shen Du Jianliu kept a calm expression and calmly picked up the chopsticks.
Dazai Osamu, who was sitting opposite, supported his chin with one hand. His handsome features with smooth lines showed a little smile in the dim light. He looked at the opposite side with an unchanged expression: "Jianliu, what about you?"
"Is there nothing you want to tell me?"
"some."
Shen Du Jianliu thought for a moment, then he picked up the warm porcelain bowl and nodded seriously, "Thank you very much for the midnight snack, Mr. Dazai."
“I will definitely savor it.”
"Thank you. I am very happy."
“…”
Dazai Osamu's mouth stiffened for a moment.
He seemed to have forgotten the question he had just asked. He lowered his head and concentrated on drinking the soup without saying anything else.
Gradually, only the slight chewing sound remained in the air.
After a while, the black-haired young man suddenly spoke:
"Did you solve Mimic, Jianliu?"
“…”
Shen Du Jian Liu lowered his eyes, considering whether he should tell the other party the whole story of Mimic.
"It seems so."
Dazai Osamu was such a smart person that he could understand some things instantly even without them being explained.
The end of his voice was deep and peaceful, and he stared at the white-haired boy sitting opposite him without blinking.
"You're really cunning, Jianliu...you've done a lot of things secretly that I don't know about."
He even reasonably guessed that Kamado Miru and Mr. Edogawa knew each other because of the Mimic incident...
Or the death of Sasaki, one of the five former executives of PortMafia, must be the key to the other party's entrustment to the detective agency.
Dazai Osamu sighed softly and stopped talking about the previous topic.
"How's your health? You were in poor health before."
"Well...but I'll take you to see Dr. Yosano tomorrow."
"sorry."
Kamado Miru chose to apologize without hesitation: "I just can't let go of Mr. Dazai."
"Does it embarrass you?"
He studied the expression on the black-haired young man's face.
To be honest, after observing him throughout the whole day today, I found that Dazai Osamu has changed a lot compared to before.
In some details of speaking and in the way he handles things, he is no longer as awkward as before or he is not prone to saying cold words and pushing others away from him.
But there are still times to escape.
The monster of loneliness and darkness still lurks in the other person's heart.
For example, now.
The clock was ticking beside me, and the night outside the window seemed to invade the room.
Dazai Osamu was silent for a long time. After many direct conversations with Kamado Miru, he finally spoke suddenly -
"You really can't let me go?"
"It's a lie."
The black-haired young man stared at the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, his eyes shrouded in darkness, deep and dark, as if he had returned to the Port Mafia period, the time when he was closest to the essence of darkness.
"Once I became enthusiastic and cheerful, I stopped talking about suicide every day."
"The flow will actually leave me soon, right?"
Because of this sentence, the air between the two of them stagnated strangely for a few seconds.
Dazai Osamu's voice was very soft, so low that the tone was almost inaudible.
It was as if the questions that had been lingering in my heart were finally thrown out. As long as I got an answer that was different from what I had imagined...
He would immediately retreat into a corner and never dare to step out again.
Shen Du Jianliu slightly frowned his handsome eyebrows.
What Dazai Osamu said was very strange.
If the despair in his eyes disappears, and he is full of hope and love for the world again, and nothing can stop him, then even if I leave him...
He wouldn't despair.
The fact that he had such thoughts only showed that the seeds of despair were still buried in Dazai Osamu's heart and the negative emotions had not been eradicated.
In other words, just imagining your leaving will make the other person feel despair, and his despair is already linked to your departure.
It is impossible for Shen Du Jianliu to stop paying attention to such a lonely and desperate person after influencing him...
Because he is full of repeated uncertainties and too many factors that make him feel uneasy, he is always a potential source of despair.
Even though he was a desperate person, Dazai Osamu was a special person among those desperate people.
But what are the special places...
Shen Du Jianliu couldn't tell it all accurately.
Is it just because the other person needs permanent attention?
He touched his chest.
Should that be the case?
These are too troublesome things, there is no need to think about them too much, and they probably won't be of much use in spreading hope. You just need to understand that you can't leave Dazai Osamu.
The pale-skinned boy put down his bowl and chopsticks expressionlessly. He stood up and walked to the silent black-haired young man.
"So, Mr. Dazai has been worried about this?"
"No."
He lowered his eyes and held the other's slender bandaged hand very seriously, and the warmth between their palms quickly reached each other.
"Even if I accompany Mr. Dazai to find what you have been looking for."
"I won't stay away from you on my own initiative."
The young man stretched out his other pale hand and placed it on Dazai Osamu's forehead. He passed through the fluffy and soft black bangs of the handsome young man in front of him and looked into the other's slightly stunned iris-colored eyes without any hesitation.
"I swear."
"We will always be friends."
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