"Hinata-kun?"

Hinata Hajime turned his head and saw the wet Dazai Osamu coming out, with a smile in his iris-colored eyes, "You left in such a hurry, could it be that..."

"Yes, it should be a desperate incident." Hinata Hajime nodded seriously, "We must hurry over there and not let a new case of fratricide happen."

"Where is the address?"

Taking the paper from Hinata Hajime, Dazai Osamu looked at the address on it and instantly confirmed the location in his mind. Then Dazai Osamu frowned slightly. This location was very close to Raibo Street. Dazai Osamu never recognized coincidences. The so-called coincidences were more likely to be deliberate.

Ding Dong, the elevator door opened, Hinata Hajime and Dazai Osamu walked into the elevator. He leaned against the elevator wall and watched the numbers slowly go down.

[Yellow Night Syndrome provided us with a motive for murder on Jabbawok Island, which was the death of Kuzuryuu's sister. I wonder what this will turn into.]

【It will not exceed the scope of the game rules. 】

【I hope so.】

The elevator reached the first floor. Hinata Hajime walked out of the elevator and hailed a taxi on the side of the road. Hinata Hajime and Dazai Osamu got in the car and headed to their destination.

And everything has just begun.

…

Leibo Street, a concave area formed by an explosion in the former French Concession, is now the gray area of ​​Yokohama, a slum where the military and police cannot intervene. It is full of poor people who can't find a way out in Yokohama and criminals who have committed serious crimes and come here to hide. Various mafia organizations have also planted people there.

Generally speaking, it is a place that no normal person would come to.

The location given to them by the client was not on Leibo Street, but it was not far from Leibo Street. It was not much better than Leibo Street. At best, it was just a slum that could be reached by the military and police.

Hinata Hajime stood at the door of a dilapidated residential building. He looked at the paper in his hand, and then looked at the residential building which was not much better than a dangerous building.

“So shabby.”

"Of course, after all, every city has shadows, and this is the shadow world of Yokohama." Dazai Osamu walked over. His wet clothes had dried up for the most part, but they were still damp and made him frown. "I just went to inquire about this client. Does Hinata-kun want to hear what I found out?"

Hinata Hajime looked around and saw that the residents of the slums looked at them and his companions with cold eyes. Life here had made them lose their kindness towards humans.

"Is it okay?" Hinata Hajime was referring to the news Dazai Osamu had received. "Can we get the real news from them?"

"Of course I can tell whether what they say is true or not. Of course, I still need money to get them to talk." Dazai Osamu took out his soaked wallet. "Damn it! I'm out of my salary for this month!"

Hinata Hajime was helpless, "I understand. I will give the money to Mr. Dazai to reimburse when I get back."

"That's right." Dazai Osamu smiled and snapped his fingers.

"The person who called us is named Yoshimaru Yuto. He lives in room 308 on the third floor of this building. Of course, he rents the room. I found out that Yoshimaru Yuto has not left the house in the past week. According to his income, if he doesn't go out to work for a day, he will have no money to pay the rent. But he stayed at home for a week. It is very puzzling."

Hinata Hajime and Dazai Osamu looked at each other, "How do they know Yoshimaru Yuto's income level?"

"How can I earn a good income in a place like this? And the people here are scarier than I thought." Dazai Osamu took off his increasingly uncomfortable coat and put it on his arm. "Although I think Mr. Yoshimaru may not even be able to pay the commission, never mind, let's go up and take a look first."

Hinata Hajime nodded, and he and Dazai Osamu stepped onto the stairs. The stairs, which had been in disrepair for a long time, made a creaking sound, as if they would break if someone stepped on them.

Fortunately, nothing like this happened, and they walked safely to the third floor and to Room 308. The door was very shabby, with some dark red spots, as if someone had been hit here at some point, leaving bright red blood.

Hinata Hajime frowned slightly. He bent his fingers and knocked on the door once. Before he could knock a second time, he heard a creaking sound and the half-closed door slowly opened.

The room was pitch black and nothing could be seen clearly, but facing this darkness, Hinata Hajime and Dazai Osamu both smelled an indescribable smell.

That is the unique smell of blood.

Dazai Osamu walked straight over and found the light switch in the room based on his experience. With a click, Dazai Osamu pressed the switch. The next moment, a scene full of despair appeared in front of the two of them.

The man curled up in the corner, looking up at the ceiling. There was a bloody hole on his temple with burn marks around it. Blood was flowing down his forehead onto the wooden floor. In his right hand was a wooden cudgel. Even in death, his eyes were still filled with fear and despair.

Hinata Hajime walked over, he reached out his hand to feel his breath, then closed his eyes.

"The body is still warm. It's not long since he died."

"It's suicide." Dazai Osamu picked up the wooden basket from Yoshimaru Yuto's hand, "This is a homemade wooden basket. The model is based on the wooden basket specially made for the port mafia. This does rule out other possible causes of death, but now there is a question, why did he commit suicide? Why did he contact the detective agency before committing suicide?"

"He was asking for help." Hinata Hajime's green eyes were filled with a hint of sadness. "Even though he was in a hopeless situation, he still wanted to seek help, so he called the detective agency. Unfortunately, he still didn't find hope in the end."

Dazai Osamu looked at the body of Yoshimaru Yuto and asked, "Despair?"

"No." Hinata stood up. "Despair doesn't just come in the form of despair sickness. There are many ways to spread despair."

Dazai Osamu remembered the term that Hinata Hajime had been concerned about before, "Yellow Night Syndrome."

Hinata Sou nodded seriously, "Mr. Dazai, let's look for clues in this room, such as a game console or a despair video. I must confirm whether he is in a despair incident or he himself is the source of despair."

"What if the second scenario happens?"

"The fragments of despair will fall off the dead and look for new hosts of despair." Hinata Hajime said in a complicated tone, "So, we must find the fragments of despair before the second round of self-destruction begins."

Dazai Osamu nodded, and he and Hinata Hajime separated, each looking for items on one side, trying to find more clues. Dazai Osamu had a cabinet, and Hinata Hajime had a bookshelf. The shabby bookshelf was covered with dust, with a few books scattered on it, and it was obvious that it had not been touched for a long time.

Looking along the dusty bookshelf, after a while Hinata Hajime noticed that the dust on a certain book seemed different. Hinata Hajime took the book down and then saw fingerprints on the dusty cover of the book.

Hinata Hajime opened the book and found several pieces of written paper inside.

"Mr. Dazai." Hinata Sou called out to Dazai Osamu, "There's something here."

"Okay." Dazai Osamu came over and the two of them stood together looking at the papers.

"It was torn from something." Hinata Hajime looked at the cut on the paper. "This form seems to be a diary."

"Although there is no date written on it, it must be a diary. The deceased happened to be a person who liked to record things. How lucky."

Hinata Hajime nodded, then he began to read the contents on the paper. There were not many words written on the white paper, but it could be seen that the person who wrote it was very serious. Although the handwriting was not good-looking, it was not sloppy at all. However, the handwriting became more and more chaotic as time went on. There was something terrible in each word, and the despair was completely written on the paper.

"Today, I saw a dilapidated arcade machine outside of the Raibo Street. I was so lucky. The parts and metals on it can be sold for a lot of money."

"I'm in a difficult situation at work. That guy, relying on his good relationship with the boss... But I know his secret. He probably doesn't know it. His secret has long been publicized everywhere."

"It's a lot of money. Anyway, it covers the expenses for the week."

"Why did a game suddenly appear on my phone? And I can't delete it? Why is everyone's name still on it?"

"…Something's not right."

"Damn it, that wasn't a normal game, that person is dead! You can't be killed in a game, once the character in the game dies, you will die too! Why did something like this happen to me?!"

"Another person has been killed in the game. How long can I hide here before I can leave? I'm so hungry and thirsty. Help."

"Everyone is dead, only him and I are left. I know it must be him. He wants to kill everyone. In order to keep the secret, I will never let him succeed!"

There was a dark red bloodstain under the last line of words. The words were blurred in the bloodstain, but it was still possible to make out what was written on that line. It was a vague address. Hinata Hajime and Dazai Osamu looked at each other, then turned to look at the dead Yoshimaru Yuto.

"This diary is not his." Hinata Hajime had mixed feelings.

In those diaries, the text of the address on the last line did not match the previous handwriting, and it was obviously not written by the same person. In this case, Hinata Hajime could easily judge that the owner of these diaries should have died, and there was a high probability that Yoshimaru Yuto who committed suicide was the murderer.

As a person whose "secret" was known, he used the despair of jaundice syndrome to kill everyone, and even tore up the person's diary and hid it in his own place.

But even so, he still could not escape the erosion of despair and committed suicide in extreme despair.

"I now feel that this despair is, to a certain extent, the abyss of evil." Dazai Osamu sighed, "You see, all the guys who are in despair can be called evil guys to some extent. They use this despair to do bad things, but in the end, none of them can escape the shackles of despair."

"In the end, I trapped myself in despair."

Hinata Hajime looked at Dazai Osamu, and after a moment he shook his head gently.

"No matter how evil something is, despair should not take over everything."

"How can a person's life be controlled by something that doesn't exist? Whether it's despair or hope, it's up to you to decide."