Chapter 21 People who only say things that move themselves are the least trustworthy.

Chapter 21 People who only say things that move themselves are the least trustworthy.

"How stupid, that leader."

The boy leaned against the table and ate the orange on it.

Dazai Osamu actually didn't have a good appetite. No matter what he ate, he could only eat less than half of what a normal person would. The only thing he slightly likes is probably crabs, but even crabs are a form of revengeful intake for him.

Because I once felt unsatisfied, I have been trying to satisfy myself throughout my life.

Although he had just arrived at the shrine, no one cared what he heard, so he just sat aside openly and expressed his opinions without hesitation. He even took the food on the table without any hesitation, but after eating for a long time, he only ate one orange.

He just eats for show, he has no interest in it himself.

"What pissed him off was the fact that he dared to run away. He could have solved the problem much more easily, but he jumped up and down like a cuckolded man and insisted on catching him. So stupid, so stupid."

"So Dazai wants to be the leader of the port mafia?"

Then a subtle look appeared on Dazai Osamu's face:

"No, absolutely not, not even if I die. I will drag the entire port mafia into hell, and at the most critical moment, jump off a tall building. - I will definitely do such a thing."

"If you don't have this interest or hobby, then it's really not suitable for you." Qian Jianmu supported his face, and his childish cheek was squeezed by his palm to form a small protruding piece of cheek flesh. He lowered his eyes, looking boring and indifferent. "Want to help them?"

"The Armed Detective Agency is short of people, maybe we can..." Nakai pondered for a moment.

"No, even the current Armed Detective Agency will never get involved in the Mafia war. In other words, no force can currently accommodate people from the Port Mafia. This is already an unspoken rule." Qian Jianmu said lazily with a long voice.

"He can't die anyway. According to what the old man said, people with special abilities can't die. The one who died was just an arrogant man who eloped with a 15-year-old girl. However, since the Armed Detective Agency has a healing special ability user, maybe they can save him."

Dazai also lay on the table with a bored expression.

Qian Jianmu raised his eyebrows, clasped his hands together slightly, and made a crisp sound:

"Then I'll leave it to you."

"Ah? Is there any purpose?" Dazai Osamu showed a puzzled look, and he looked up at the Sengenmaku in confusion. "People with special abilities cannot leave the Mafia. That man is just an ordinary person and has no corresponding value at all. For you, this is a very failed transaction."

“Isn’t this great?” Qian Jianmu laughed, his eyes twinkling, and he whispered: “Tell Ozaki Hongye—”

The girl sitting on the ground had a blank mind and she looked at the stranger in front of her blankly.

"We can help you rescue Kamiyama Osamu and get him out of the mafia."

The dark blue-haired boy appeared in front of him without anyone noticing, and uttered absurd words:

"As payment, publish a book or an article within five years."

There is no need for anyone to know the reason.

As long as you people with special abilities spend less time in gangs and more time writing books, that would be the greatest help to him.

——

Does love exist in the darkness?

Ozaki Koyo doesn't know and is not sure.

Xiu Jun always looked at him helplessly, with a very gentle tone.

"You just live too hard, this is not love."

Port Mafia, even the ceiling is black.

She walked in a dark coffin and was raised as a delicate woman.

As excellent psychics, they taught her the techniques of seducing men and teaching her the skills of assassination without warning. She is like a doll, wearing beautiful kimono all day long, with her hair neat and beautiful, her smile hidden by her sleeves, she is tender and gentle when she lowers her eyes, and she is ruthless when she kills.

The thin intelligence officer was the only one who thought this was not acceptable. He looked at her with a slightly regretful and sad look, so she walked over.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"…You've been working too hard."

Then tears suddenly fell, her heart suddenly tightened, and she suddenly felt like crying bitterly. While trying hard to suppress the emotion, she wondered, what kind of feeling was this?

They communicated more and more, and the man always treated her calmly and gently. He had no intention towards her at all and just treated her like his sister. But she became increasingly confused.

Is this love?

Is this love?

Rumor has it that her 'first time' was offered as a commodity to a high-ranking official. She couldn't bear it anymore and found the man. Tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her chin.

What should I do? It’s embarrassing, right? It’s not beautiful anymore, it must be not pretty anymore. ...But originally, such a request would not be granted.

But the man showed a sad look again.

"Can't stand it anymore?"

"……Um."

"Want to escape?"

"……Um!"

"Okay, let's go together."

Is it elopement? But is there love between them?

She tried to seduce the man, but he always looked at her in a helpless state.

"You are confused. That is not love, Little Red Leaf. Your most precious existence is not that kind of thing."

But does she have anything worth a man's life risking?

There were rumors that she had eloped with someone. Although such things were not uncommon in Yokohama, eloping with a 15-year-old girl was a devastating blow to Kamiyama Osamu's reputation.

Even if we ignore all this, where can they run to when the port mafia has such powerful hands and influence? When I left, I was already prepared to be caught and brought back. But after really escaping, I found that it was too difficult. There was no chance to catch my breath at all.

So desperate, so painful, so sad.

How can I live well?

"Are you tired of running away?" One day, the injured man leaned against the wall and asked her with a smile.

"Why do you want to go with me?"

"It would be hard for a girl to be alone, right?"

"You're going to die. You're really going to die."

"But, Little Red Leaf, you have to run away. If you don't run away, you will completely rot there. You have clearly reached the limit of your patience and are about to collapse."

The man showed a sad and gentle expression. He looked at her so gently, as if he was looking at a thin shadow, or as if he was using her to reminisce about some reflection of the past.

"Don't care about me, Xiao Hongye, that's not love, and I don't love you either. You're just too lonely and have confused your emotions."

He said:

"Even if it's useless, if it can help you, death is not something to be afraid of."

He has decided to use his own life to ensure the safety of Ozaki Momiji.

…

If you can save him.

This tragedy was caused by her.

Even if I have to take her life, I can even exchange her soul for it.

Even if this is not love at all but just pain of mutual understanding, it's fine.

Or maybe he was just joking with her. If there was even the slightest hope, Ozaki Kouye would grab it tightly. No matter how small the hope is, no matter how naive the dream is.

As long as Xiujun can stay alive, she will climb up to the gallows regardless of the consequences.

"A book, are you kidding?" Ozaki Koha faced the muzzle of the gun and looked at the young man holding the gun. Her eyes showed a new determination and tenacity, as if she had risked her life.

She said:

"If you can save him, I won't mind mortgaging my future and soul to you. I don't have anything left. I can give you everything I have—"

The blue-haired boy showed a subtle smile, he put away his gun, and his strange eyes, a blend of red and blue, made people feel uncomfortable.

"We received your soul and your future."

Please cherish the salvation bestowed by God and never let it down.

——

Dealing with the port mafia is difficult, but also extremely easy.

As long as you grasp the nature of the organization and the leader's psychology, and add a little bit of prying and guidance, everything will go smoothly.

So on a rainy day with dark clouds and thunder, the man who was killed on the spot by his lover twitched his fingers and slowly climbed up from a pool of blood.

"She didn't run away after all..."

A vague sigh disappeared in the rainstorm, and the strong wind blew his cheeks, revealing an iron-like paleness.

"It's impossible to succeed. You're just looking for death."

A young man in a gray coat stood not far away, watching the entire tragedy of the execution of lovers. Heavy rain slid down his chin. His expression showed neither sadness nor joy. He stepped on the bloodstains on the ground, walked up to the young man, and looked down at him.

The gray sky, the gray boy, and his pale face washed cold by the rain. He stood here like a stone statue of the Son of God.

"Come with me...the master wants to see you." When he said the word "master", he laughed vaguely, and the rain-soaked hair stuck to his face, revealing a morbid weirdness.

"Anyway, you have already caused irreversible consequences. Ozaki Kouye must be being tortured now. It must be very painful. If you want to atone for your sins, if you want to die now, I can also give you a complete death."

He whispered, bending down slightly, looking at the man with a half-smile. His strange gaze made him feel uncontrollably horrified and chilled:

"How do you choose?"

…

——"Dazai, he's about to collapse." Nakai stood at the corner with an umbrella, his eyes sweeping over the two of them without any emotion.

The key to the whole plan was not to use Yosano Akiko, but to have Nakai deprive the leader of his emotions. Although the amount was not large, it was still a bit hard for him.

Hearing his voice, Dazai responded gloomily, and as thunder rumbled, he glanced at the man.

"We don't need such a person at all. He has no intention of expanding his power except writing books all day long."

"Is that so?" Nakai tilted his head. He was very careful not to let the umbrella fall on Dazai Osamu's head, so as not to let him experience the feeling of being caught in the rain. Feeling the umbrella so close and the stinging sensation of the heavy rain pouring down overhead, Dazai Osamu felt a subtle sense of speechlessness that he had not felt for a long time.

"But since you want to do it, you don't need any reason."

Nakai held an umbrella and placed one hand in the pocket of his dark orange coat.

"Not everything needs a reason, Dazai."

Doesn't everything have a reason?

Dazai turned around and looked at the figure of the man who stumbled to his feet and followed them with a distressed look on his face.

This principle may be quite difficult to learn.

——

The meeting place was a Japanese-style teahouse in Yokohama. It was said that the owner of this teahouse had once received favors from the Sengenbaku, and it was almost the earliest base.

Seeing the two people covered in blood, the boss didn't show any surprise expression. He just said that the room was ready and they could go directly there.

Dazai was dripping with water, which was almost flowing down from his ankles. He took off his heavy shoes and walked to the door step by step.

As soon as the door opened, the first thing I saw was a white-haired young man wearing a fitted shirt. His white hair was tied into small braids and fell behind him. The slightly longer white hair on his forehead was scattered between his eyebrows. When he lowered his eyes, there was a special beauty that calmed the soul.

Dazai Osamu widened his eyes, not knowing how to react.

The white-haired young man had familiar eyes of different colors. He looked at him with those strange eyes, seeming a little surprised. Then he stood up from the table, threw a dry white towel on his head, and rubbed the water off his hair very easily. His eyes were already on the man behind him, and he seemed to be evaluating him.

This method is quite comfortable...

Wait, no, who are you?

How come you are so skilled! !

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