Chapter 126 Extra Chapter: Ye Yihe in the Original Work (Nine) (Thanks to Deepwater, a fanatic of the beautiful, strong, and tragic cat): From now on, you are the new leader of the Port Mafia.
The script and filming wrapped up smoothly. Facing the unconscious Mori Ougai, the young Dazai dressed as a cadre and the young Dazai dressed as a leader reached out their hands and gave each other a high five.
"yeah."
It gave Oda Sakunosuke, who was schemed against to death by Mori Ōgai, and Dazai, who had worked hard but was forced to leave, a good venting of their anger. They felt incredibly relieved.
"That's quite an amazing ability, Tanizaki-kun."
The illusion-creating effect of the [Fine Snow] ability dissipated, and several more figures appeared in the leader's office.
This is Jun'ichirō Tanizaki's special ability: to use space as a screen and project any illusion.
With this ability, one can both conceal the figures of others and create multiple illusions of Oda Sakunosuke.
At this moment, Ye Yihe, who was in charge of playing the sound system, Gogol, who teleported everyone into the office, and Rimbaud, who helped isolate the space and control the previous leader using the [Painting Collection], appeared in the leader's office.
Rimbaud had promised to coax the young Dazai and, together with Ye Yihe, to dig up the old leader's grave, read the corpse's information, and create a superhuman being controlled by the [Colorful Painting Collection]. It just so happens that it will come in handy again tonight.
Therefore, when Mori Ougai finally discovered that both Dazai and the previous leader were physical entities, and that one of the several Odasaku was also a physical entity, the intensity of his emotional fluctuations was probably even more terrifying than seeing a ghost return.
Originally, the young Dazai wanted Ivan to use his special ability to create several physical Oda-zukuri clay figurines—but the other party extinguished his idea with a single glance.
The gazes directed at me were practically screaming things like, "[They actually want me to use my powers to create a life form other than my master? What a blasphemy against my faith!]"
Besides Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, Dazai Honsekai, wearing a sand-colored trench coat, was also in this office.
However, he was not on the cast list, but was invited to sit in the VIP audience in the front row, where he could simply immerse himself in the wonderful performance.
His eyebrows were curved in a happy smile, clearly he was extremely pleased.
He was happy to lend a hand when he saw Mori Ougai get his comeuppance.
In fact, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki was the perfect match that he actively recommended after hearing the idea given by the young Dazai.
It really works really well. Young Dazai patted Tanizaki Jun'ichirō, who looked extremely embarrassed, his eyes sparkling.
"Your ability is absolutely amazing. Once I return to my own world, I'll definitely recruit you into the [House of the Dead Rats]..."
Dazai, a member of the Armed Detective Agency, froze with a smile: "...Hmm? [The House of the Dead]??"
Although he knew that Ye Yihe was Fyodor's second personality and had a good relationship with his counterpart from that world... wasn't his alignment with the "Rats in the House of the Dead" a bit too bizarre?
Does that world still exist if he teams up with [the Demon] Fyodor?
The young Dazai then realized what he had just said and fell silent.
Under the silent gazes of two different young Dazai, the boy slowly raised his hand and covered his face.
"I didn't say anything just now."
He hears countless cries of "the rat in the dead house" at the haunted house every day, which has led him astray!
Thank goodness Fyodor isn't here.
Dazai Osamu, dressed as a leader, chuckled softly and turned to ask Rimbaud.
“Verlaine is in the air-raid shelter in this building. Do you want to see him? I can take you there.”
He inherited the memories of the world's Dazai through [the book], and therefore also knew where Verlaine was.
"Thank you for your trouble." Rimbaud nodded gently and put away the [Colorful Picture Book].
The old leader he was controlling then disappeared.
Only then did the young Dazai open the door leading to the corridor.
"Chūya—" He poked his head out, his gaze sweeping around for a moment before precisely locking onto his own Chūya standing at the door.
"You did a great job on the mission. Let's shake hands."
Dressed in his cadre uniform, Chuuya extended a hand, only to be met with a merciless slap from Chuuya, who was also sulking.
"You're asking for a beating, you bastard!"
That's the tone you use to coax a dog!
"Oh dear—luckily, you don't look that different four years ago. As long as you put on that cadre's uniform, you can play the role perfectly."
"...You really want to get punched by me!"
To prevent any unexpected visitors from entering this area, Chuuya was assigned the role of [disguising himself as a Port Mafia executive, standing at the door, and telling everyone who came that the leader was not there] – as for the real Chuuya in this world, he's probably sleeping soundly in his apartment right now.
It must be said that this tactic was very effective.
Only when his sore spot was subtly touched did Chuuya become extremely unhappy, standing there with his arms crossed and a sour face the whole time, which actually made his performance even more lifelike.
"Oh my, isn't this just a compliment on how young you look? Even four years from now..."
Chuuya: "...If you say one more word, I'll really beat you up."
The young Dazai obediently shut his mouth, blinking his iris-like eyes at the other person with a high curve at the corners of his lips, making it clear what lines he wanted to continue saying.
Chuuya: "..."
My fists are really itching.
However, the serious and responsible Chuuya took a few deep breaths and decided to put aside the idea of fighting this guy for the time being, and instead went to the office to carry the unconscious Mori leader.
With his ability to control gravity, he could take away an adult male with almost no effort.
"Where do you plan to send him?" Chuya asked Ye Yihe.
“Oh, of course we’ll call the police.” Ye Yihe spread his hands. “This is the head of a major illegal organization. We’ve found all the evidence in the archives, so we can hand it over to the military and police.”
"Since he's a dangerous superpowered criminal, he'll probably be sent to Meursault Prison in Europe to serve his sentence, right? But I remember Japan also has the death penalty, although the process is incredibly long... Hmm, it all depends on how the government plans to sentence him."
Chuuya raised an eyebrow slightly. "Aren't you worried about being acquitted due to cover-ups?"
“No, not at all,” Ye Yihe said politely, but his words sent chills down the spines of the politicians.
"They have guns pointed at their heads."
Oda Sakunosuke, who was listening in, thought for a moment, removed the magazine from his sidearm, and counted how many bullets were left—hmm, not enough, he had to go and get some more.
Seeing that the matter of dealing with Mori Ōgai had come to an end, Dazai, wearing a sand-colored trench coat, asked Ye Yihe curiously.
"What are you planning to do next? Wipe out the entire organization?"
Dazai Osamu knew very well what kind of chaos the Port Mafia would descend into if it suddenly lost its leader.
Interest groups split, militant and capitalist factions vie for power, the strong fight for supremacy, and external forces plunder resources... As the leading organization, the Port Mafia's internal strife will instantly ignite the city.
Even though he foresaw these consequences from the beginning, Dazai Osamu still followed Ye Yihe and the others.
If you ask why... Dazai Osamu thought for a moment and concluded that the reason could probably be attributed to "his happiness".
Everything that happened today put him in a good mood. It was as if, when he raised his hand, he found that he was not holding a gun that could take a life, but a small flower swaying in the wind.
It was a gift they gave him.
Dazai Osamu wanted to express his emotions with a smile, but found that the corners of his lips remained turned up the whole time and never straightened.
"Killing them all is a bit of a hassle, and if we kill one [Port Mafia], there will be more [Port Mafia] to take its place."
Ye Yihe shook his head.
In their world, the criminal organizations active in Yokohama after the war had not yet fully grown before they were swiftly wiped out. In addition, they also took a two-pronged approach targeting the government, which gradually eliminated the criminal forces in Yokohama.
In this world, the tentacles of illegal organizations have long been deeply rooted in various fields, growing into malignant tumors that are difficult to eradicate and cannot be cleaned up in a day or two.
"As for the selection of a new leader, I also have some ideas."
Ye Yihe clapped his hands and asked Dazai, who had once been a port mafia officer, a rare, wicked smile even appearing in his eyes.
"Can you really guarantee that more than half of the militants will agree to support him as the new leader?"
"No problem."
With his hands in his trench coat pockets, Dazai smiled confidently and said, "Doing this is as easy for me as bending down to pick up a five-yuan coin from the ground."
Although he himself was unwilling to be the leader, it did not mean that he could not recommend someone else to be the leader—especially since Mori Ōgai had "disappeared".
"Tell me who you prefer, Iher."
He smiled and affectionately called out the real name Ye Yihe had told him.
"Great, that makes things much simpler."
Ye Yihe said happily, "Come with me."
He led Dazai Osamu away from the leader's office and to the door of the next room. He knocked on the door before opening it.
The entire floor was cleared out by Chuuya, but just in case, he still arranged for A's original subordinates to lie in ambush here, ready to provide support in case of emergency.
Fei Jia was also there, intently reading the book in her hands.
"Seeing you so happy,"
Upon seeing Ye Yihe push open the door and enter, the coldness that had lingered in his eyes quickly melted away—and when those beautiful dark red eyes blinked again, Fyodor had already given his messiah a rather attractive smile.
Congratulations.
At least it was very attractive to him.
Ye Yihe thought to himself, but unfortunately there were too many other people present, so he couldn't make any more intimate moves with Fei Jia.
“It’s me,” Ye Yihe could only nod, turning his gaze to the red-haired, blue-eyed boy standing to the side and calling out to him.
"Kalma."
Karma was taken aback. "Is that so?"
Ye Yihe: "I remember you told me before that you once dreamed of becoming the leader of the port mafia and ruling the city, right?"
"Eh...is that right?" Karma was a little embarrassed to admit her naive wishful thinking in front of so many people. "That was me..."
"Having suffered so much hardship since childhood, you must already understand how difficult life is for people at the bottom of society. It's like trudging through a despairing abyss where the sun can never be seen."
Ye Yihe extended his hand, inviting him to join in.
“Come and save them, from dreaming of being saved to giving salvation to others. You can definitely do it, I believe in you.”
"From this moment forward, you are the new leader of the Port Mafia."
Osamu Dazai: "...?!"
Kalmar was stunned.
Karma blinked.
"Huh?!"
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