Chapter 89
Ye Yihe was already asleep; standing in the small building at this moment was Fyodor.
"I was initially thinking things like, 'Could there be some kind of plot device involved, and the real mastermind is actually among us?'"
Dazai Osamu spoke slowly, "Ah-ah, the result is truly astonishing, it's hard for me to believe."
Although he used two lighthearted tones to express his surprise, Dazai's expression showed that his reaction was anything but relaxed.
Rather, it's more accurate to say they were extremely cautious.
Fyodor smiled but said nothing.
Even as the next moment, a gun was pressed against his temple.
Accompanying this deadly, cold touch was an overwhelming surge of chilling rage. "Fega?" — Oda Sakunosuke pressed down on the safety on the grip, his expression indifferent, almost entering the state of a merciless killer.
Oda Sakunosuke was no stranger to the situation where Fedia would suddenly switch personalities to Fyodor at a certain moment.
Moreover, Feda had previously explained to him in detail the effects of the psychology doctor's special ability, which allowed him and Fyodor to coexist in the consciousness space, sharing their vision and hearing, and enabling them to understand the environment without obstacles.
This made switching their consciousness even smoother, and the somewhat slow-witted Pushkin didn't even realize that his boss actually had two personalities inside him.
But this time the situation was different; Fyodor felt extremely dangerous to him at this moment.
Therefore, even though his supernatural ability [Perfect Clothes] could not foresee what kind of future he would face after shooting Fyodor, Oda Sakunosuke still firmly chose to point his gun at Fyodor.
This inexplicable, urgent, and ominous nervous reaction made it difficult for him to maintain his usual composure.
"Oda Sakunosuke, put your gun away."
Dazai Osamu said calmly, "He has Feda inside him, so you can't kill him."
Although Pushkin was somewhat confused about what it meant to have "a boss inside a boss," the tense situation at the moment made him completely afraid to utter a word.
Especially Oda Sakunosuke, he actually looked like he was about to shoot someone! He's the person who's closest to the boss!
Seeing the calm and unfazed reactions of others, Pushkin felt even more frustrated, with a bellyful of questions he couldn't voice.
Oda Sakunosuke remained silent for a moment, then lowered the muzzle of his gun to the ground.
As long as Fedya is inside the other person, he cannot kill Fyodor—under any circumstances.
Did you notice?
Fyodor's lips remained curved in a smile as he slowly smoothed the frayed edges of his collar.
"It was indeed the right decision to avoid you from the very beginning."
He didn't necessarily need to completely hide his existence; he only needed not to explicitly reveal himself to Dazai Osamu and make him wary—after all, like everyone else in the building, Dazai Osamu always let his guard down around his messiah.
Not to mention his deliberate intimidation of Deputy Director Sakashita in the private room, which made the latter even more extreme in his hatred of people with superpowers in order to protect his own life. Messiah was completely unaware of this, so much so that he didn't even think of telling Dazai Osamu about it when he got back.
If Dazai Osamu had known at the time that Fyodor had once dared to threaten a high-ranking official, he would have absolutely adhered to the principle of eliminating the root of the problem and nipped the potential danger posed by the high-ranking official in the bud.
"Ha... Are you worried that once I know you exist, I'll guess and ruin your plans?"
Facing the person before him whose aura had undergone a complete transformation, Dazai Osamu curved his iris-shaped eyes, which held no hint of a smile, and spoke with composure.
"Yes, that's right. I went to great lengths to clear away the obstacles, but I didn't expect to miss you, you cunning rat," he said with a cold smile and sharp eyes.
“But I will ruin your plans, I will completely destroy them. Whether you take Fedia hostage or not.”
While everyone was still reeling from the shock, Dazai Osamu, who was staring coldly at Fyodor, stepped aside to make way for the outside of the small building.
"Even if we engage in a game of strategy, so what? You will ultimately lose, Dostoevsky."
"Yes, perhaps you are right."
Fyodor bowed politely to express his gratitude.
"Then let's achieve my own success before this [failure] comes."
"…………"
Watching that figure leave through the door and disappear completely into the distance, Chuuya finally spoke up in the quiet room, questioning the figure with incomprehension.
"Are you just going to let him leave like that?"
Chuuya was particularly indignant, and his [gravity] ability, which followed his master's will, also leaked out from where he landed, with angry cracks extending inch by inch outward on the tatami.
"Why should we? We can't beat him. Even if we can't get Fedia back, we can still imprison her here until we figure out a way to deal with her."
"Since he chose to reveal his identity to me at this moment, he must have made thorough preparations to escape safely even if he were imprisoned."
Dazai Osamu frowned and slowly exhaled.
"Let's think about how to escape from this encirclement unscathed."
…………
"My dear Fyodor, how does it feel to have the plan executed smoothly?"
Waiting outside to pick up Fyodor was a clown magician—Gogol—who was deftly twirling a cane between his fingers.
He tossed the cane into the air, caught it, and twirled it – a series of fluid movements. Even as the small building was about to be riddled with bullets, Gogol remained relaxed and leisurely, without a trace of tension.
"Have you found out where the Seventh Agency is hiding?"
Fyodor did not answer Gogol's question, but calmly inquired about something else.
"Oh, of course I asked."
Gogol smiled, pointing his index finger and thumb as if making a gun gesture, aiming it at his temple. "No further interrogation was needed. With just a little bit of pain, they cried and told me everything."
"With a pistol?" Fyodor glanced at his posture.
“With a chainsaw.” Gogol covered his mouth and chuckled softly. “He just scared them by saying he was going to cut off a leg, and then he said it all without hesitation.”
Fyodor: "...Is that so?"
The gestures Gogol made were completely unrelated to the actual torture he conducted.
"And then, and then, there were a few bangs, and they were all killed—"
Gogol clapped his hands twice, looking extremely happy, as if he had wanted to do this for a long time and could finally do it today!
I no longer have to be that Deputy Director Sakashita's secretary!
This prevented him from greeting Fei Jia when he encountered her at the Ministry of Justice headquarters, which drove him crazy!
The thought of it made him particularly depressed. "When will my dear Fedia and Fyodor be able to be separated?"
One moment she was beaming with joy, the next she was frowning and asking Fyodor, "It's so heartbreaking that I can't greet my dearest friend when he's right in front of me.
Those heterochromatic eyes blinked rapidly, as if trying to pull Ye Yihe out of Fyodor's palace of consciousness.
“Our deal is still in progress, and when the time comes,” Fyodor said calmly, seemingly oblivious to the probing murderous intent, “you will see him.”
"Then let me be patient for a little longer,"
—At the moment of speaking, all the excessive emotions that had surged to the point of overflowing were stripped from his face, leaving only the one real threat.
"And you, my Fyodor, I think you should know that you should never try to deceive a magician."
Within this increasingly tight encirclement, Gogol, who possessed teleportation abilities, unfurled his cloak and effortlessly carried him and Fyodor away without leaving a trace.
As time went on, when the bursts of gunfire finally rang out, they were not aimed at the people inside the building, but at their own people—or rather, their own people temporarily assembled.
"This is the power of that virus!"
"Only by killing the person paired with the virus can one live!"
"With so many people infected, who knows which guy they'll be paired with!"
"Never mind, as long as we kill enough, we'll definitely be able to eliminate the virus!"
Pushkin's viral abilities, combined with even the smallest wound, could create a chaotic free-for-all.
The only thing to avoid is that Dazai Osamu must not encounter Pushkin during his escape—his [No Longer Human] will nullify Pushkin's supernatural ability.
"Okay, then there's no problem."
The group walked through the spacious underground passage that Ivan had casually created with his rock-type ability. Dazai Osamu listened intently to the sounds coming from the ground to determine the location of the encirclement.
"Time was of the essence. Although the virus that Pushkin planted could not exert its full power, it was barely enough."
"…I'm terrified! This power isn't enough?" Pushkin gasped. "I never imagined in the first half of my life that my superpower could be used so terrifyingly…"
Wasn't his previous approach a bit too clumsy? And he always seemed to think he was weak or something...
Moreover, the instructions his boss gave him back then weren't this ambitious—although he followed them and did them, he still ended up in jail...
It's fortunate that Dazai's brain wasn't given some highly aggressive superpower, otherwise they wouldn't have stood a chance.
However, they now completely obey Dazai's commands, attacking wherever he tells them to.
And the boss, he never knew that his boss actually had a split personality!
And while he was gesturing wildly to express his shock, everyone else was looking at him like he was an idiot—didn't that make him seem like the only one who was really stupid? How infuriating!
Where to go next?
Chuuya, stepping on the soil that Ivan had solidified with his will with a mere gesture, asked Dazai, "Go after Fyodor?"
Dazai Osamu shook his head slightly.
"We can't catch him; he must have accomplices on his side. Besides, even if we catch him now, there's nothing we can do about him... unless we wait for Feda to wake up and successfully take control of the body."
—At this point, he turned to look at Oda Saku, who was using an emergency flashlight for illumination.
Just now, Oda Sakunosuke explained to him in detail what exactly was going on with Ye Yihe.
"But if, according to Oda Sakunosuke's account of Feda's explanation, their consciousnesses were able to coexist only because they were influenced by a certain superhuman..."
Dazai Osamu paused for a moment, then said, "Then, the probability of Fejana waking up on her own is probably extremely low."
Chuuya raised an eyebrow instantly: "Huh??"
“Coexistence means they can attack each other, Chuuya,” Dazai Osamu sighed. “You’ve seen movies with this kind of premise, right? The dominant personality with stronger mental power can devour the secondary personality within the brain’s fabricated consciousness space.”
Oda Sakunosuke's expression instantly became extremely serious.
"But don't worry, the only good news for us is that Fyodor won't erase his other personality."
Dazai Osamu's last words eased Oda Sakunosuke's nerves somewhat—he trusted Dazai's judgment.
"How can you be so sure the boss won't eliminate, uh, the other boss?" Pushkin asked, puzzled. "Back in England, the boss just abandoned me and left me to fend for myself in prison..."
It turns out that the person who rescued him was another kind-hearted boss! Long live the kind-hearted boss!
“…With Fyodor’s abilities, if he found another personality a burden, he would have eliminated it long ago,” Dazai Osamu replied quietly. “Just like you and Ivan, Pushkin.”
Even a true member of the "House of the Dead" and a subordinate who had followed Fyodor for many years, couldn't just give up whenever he wanted?
Pushkin: "…………"
Ivan replied coldly, "I serve only my master, with all my heart."
He slowed his pace of clearing the underground passage and turned to ask Dazai Osamu where to go next.
"Go to the Armed Detective Agency."
Dazai Osamu said seriously, "If Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is really released,"
"Then don't forget, the detective agency also has a combat power that has truly reached the level of a transcendent."
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