Chapter 53: Persecuting Dazai always makes me feel happy (sigh)

Chapter 53: Persecuting Dazai always makes me feel happy (sigh)

It was a polite tone, but it didn't give the impression of rejection at all.

Although it is the same person, in some ways, they are completely different.

"Why did you get... the book?" Qian Jianmu frowned slightly. He slowly moved his limbs and found that even though he had regained his perception, the movements were still difficult.

It’s a bit like the set movement mode in the game has been released, and the player needs to control every muscle of his body separately, which is as difficult as driving ten Gundams at the same time.

"Hmm, miracle? Should I say that?"

Among trillions of worlds, he was the only one who came into contact with books at the right time and successfully created a world where Oda Sakunosuke could live and write books. How could this not be called a miracle?

"You..." Qian Jianmu tried to say something.

"Do you want to ask Odasaku? Shh, we're almost there, it will be over soon." At a certain moment, Dazai Osamu's eyes were filled with a kind of earnest anticipation, and his amber eyes seemed to be soaked in highly concentrated honey, which was incredibly sweet. He stood up slowly. In such a difficult space, every movement he made was very easy.

How long has he been here? It’s surprising that he can exist here at all.

"You have already asked the question, now it's my turn. You seem to be in a hurry, what are you going to do, can you tell me, Mu Jun?" He tilted his head, trying to imitate his fifteen-year-old self, and the imitation was very similar, with exactly the same movements and expression. But some indelible marks were left on him. The slightly abrupt gloom shrouded the dead silence, immersing him in it like a shadow.

With a pretentious tone of voice, a sweet voice, and eyes that were never cold and without a smile. Even though he was affectionately called Mu, every trace seemed to be planning to dismember him.

A faint chill came over me. At first glance, the man in front of me looked as scary as a male ghost.

"Information transmission to Dazai Osamu... Basic information, Dazai Osamu, 22 years old, identity is the leader of the Port Mafia..."

"Emergency message, need to transfer the world line as soon as possible."

...So this is what Dazai Osamu is like as a leader...

It is better not to encourage Dazai Osamu to usurp the throne...

"Emergency message. Option 1. Kill Dazai Osamu in the gap between the worlds and then the transmission will be normal. Option 2. Forcibly tear the gap between the worlds apart, consuming 50w energy points..."

"The gap between the world is about to close. Please make a choice as soon as possible. Countdown..."

"I choose..."

A huge crack appeared from behind, and Dazai Osamu opened his eyes slightly and exclaimed "Wow".

"It's just a mission. I can come back to find you later." Qian Jianmu said a few words to comfort him, took a step back, and retreated to the edge of the crack.

I really want to say more, but...

Now is not a good time to talk!

Dazai Osamu didn't listen to what he said at all. He stared at the huge crack. There was infinite darkness inside, a black that was far darker than any other pigment. It truly swallowed up all the light, along with the eyes and soul. It was as if one would feel dizzy and lost just by looking into it.

"Although I have tried to commit suicide here, the price of death is just a short coma followed by waking up... Can I really die here...?" Dazai Osamu tilted his head and muttered to himself seriously.

Qian Jianmu felt uneasy.

Something is wrong. Although the person and the taste are right, I always feel that something is more wrong.

He had already reached the edge and the crack was about to close. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the leader Dazai Osamu smiled brightly, made a starting posture, and suddenly pounced on him.

——! !

"Then let's go together." At the moment of falling, he actually smiled, "Ah, don't worry if you die, you can finally rest, and..."

He didn't finish and couldn't be heard anymore.

In the cracks of time, time is chaotic and subtle. Thinking is controlled by time. The moment you enter the gap, everything in your brain is emptied, leaving only the judgment of the things in front of you.

What a nice view.

Countless light spots symbolizing parallel worlds are connected by a thin line of light, which extends infinitely in a certain direction. The scene is extremely magnificent, even comparable to the grandeur of the Milky Way. However, this beautiful scene only lasted for a few seconds, and then the two people were like small balls in a pipe, rubbing against the edge of the pipe and rolling down. When they regained consciousness, they could only feel a gust of wind. When they looked up, they saw the sky constructed of blood-red, mottled and broken world barriers.

The two people stood there, as if they were supposed to stand there.

Turning back, although the scenery is the same as the shrine, the overall layout of the shrine has changed a lot. A large number of antique Japanese-style houses are closely adjacent to each other. It can be seen that they are divided into different areas according to different categories. The most central and prominent one is a two-story snow-white building. Not far from the small building there is a huge Mangezakura tree. There seems to be a large empty area near the tree, which should be the direction of the backyard.

wrong……

Although it was already night, the lights in all the houses were off. The entire shrine was gloomy and silent. Even after the initial sound of the wind died down, even the sound of breathing could be heard.

There were no sounds of birds or insects, no sound of wind, no hollow sounds of nature, nothing but the silence of death.

Turning around, Dazai Osamu was observing the environment with a dull expression. The initial eagerness on his face was gone. He turned around and looked at him as a matter of course, as if he was wondering what Dazai was wondering about, without any sign of worry at all.

...How come you are so natural!

Hello! Stowaway! Aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to return home?

What if you die outside... No, this fate seems to be a reward for you...

"…What are you doing here?"

Qian Jianmu had a headache.

"Haha, I thought I would die." Dazai Osamu said cheerfully.

This Dazai Osamu is definitely real!

"I will come find you later. You..."

Halfway through their conversation, the two men fell silent at the same time, suddenly turned their heads and faced the houses not far away.

There was no sound, but...

A very strong feeling of being watched.

"Hey...what's your mission?" Dazai Osamu had a dull expression on his face, staring intently at the darkness, although there was still a hint of laziness and weariness in his tone.

"I don't know. Maybe we should go to the white building first."

Because the worlds are not connected, he cannot receive information from the other side, only a few words, but he remembers that the other side has sent him several warm reminders.

1. The bedrooms on the second floor of the castle tower are absolutely safe.

2. Do not leave the castle tower after 8pm and before 6am.

3. You can repair swords by entering the room. Most repaired swords are safe, but not absolutely.

4. It is best not to allow swords to enter the castle tower before making sure they are safe, even during the day.

……?

At the time he thought it was some weird little rule, but now it seems like a weird rule?

Where is the personal butler you promised me?

The shrine gate is some distance away from the castle tower, but it is only a straight-line distance. On both sides of this straight line there are some small houses of unknown function, and an open space with a few large trees without flowers planted on the space, but they are much smaller than the Manjusakura in the distance. Judging from the area, this place is much larger than the shrine's territory, but no matter which way you walk, you are surrounded by the scenery of the shrine, and you can even see the five buildings of the port mafia from afar.

This fusion of tradition and emerging trends, and the chaos of interweaving spaces, put the entire shrine into a particularly bizarre state, with a wonderful sense of dream core.

But... first we have to escape, right?

Dazai Osamu had no weapons on him. Although the Sengenmaku could fight, the current situation was not clear for the time being. Moreover, that creepy feeling of being voyeurized was definitely not created by one or two people.

"Hey, can you still run?" Qian Jianmu asked in a low voice.

"Oh...it should be okay..." Dazai Osamu tilted his head, his tone filled with hesitation that even he himself didn't believe.

As the leader, Dazai Osamu lived in the highest level of the Port Mafia all year round. He hardly even got any sun exposure, and the huge windows were tightly covered by black tinted bulletproof glass. The daily activities are limited to the room. Apart from necessary external social activities, I won’t step out for a year or two.

Nakahara Chuuya, who used to be close to him, no longer tried to play with him, and they kept a respectful distance of a few steps behind each other. Even if they are angry, they will not lose respect for each other. The past times of tossing each other around are like a fleeting glimpse.

The Port Mafia is like a huge cage. After being imprisoned in such a cage day and night for four years, even Dazai Osamu finds it difficult to judge the condition of his body.

I haven't run for a long time, but he used to run pretty fast, so should I be able to do it?

Dazai Osamu smiled quietly at Senmaku. Senmaku stared at him for a moment, sighed slightly, and turned his head away half-believingly.

There were rustling sounds coming from the buildings. The two could only move forward towards the castle tower cautiously, but their speed was far inferior to the speed of some existences. In the Honmaru, which was as quiet as a stagnant pool, rustling sounds were heard one after another. In the distance, a faint red light appeared, like tiny stars, but it was impossible to tell what it was.

“Shinsen--!” The lights on the second floor of the castle tower suddenly lit up, and something seemed to shout, “Run!!! Come here quickly!!”

As the lights came on, the entire shrine seemed to be activated. The rustling sound became louder and louder, and the dotted red light swayed closer. It was not until this moment that Qian Jianmu could see clearly that they were the eyes of a group of short boys.

The boys had no expression on their faces, and even their body movements were not normal human behavior. They stood woodenly in the distance, moving slowly but very quickly towards him. Further away were some taller shadows, but they were not in the front because they were running slowly.

"Shinjuku! Run!!"

His heartbeat quickened slightly, and Chijianmu suddenly grabbed Dazai's wrist. It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that Dazai was so thin that it was terribly frightening. The wrist was slender and cold, and apart from the soft touch of a human body, it was impossible to tell that it was a man's wrist. The two tried their best to run a hundred meters, but Dazai Osamu did not have the physical strength of a fifteen-year-old and his speed was very slow.

“…Ahaha, it really can’t work.” Dazai Osamu smiled without any burden.

"How on earth did you get yourself into this state?!"

The thousand curtains pulled Dazai Osamu and he ran wildly, but Dazai Osamu was still smiling.

"After all, I haven't exercised for a while... The leader's job is very hard..."

It’s already this late and you’re still acting like a spoiled brat! ! ! !

The boys were moving at an incredible speed and soon surrounded the two men. The adults standing further away were still moving forward slowly and leisurely, and Dazai even had time to observe their conditions.

"They have no consciousness and are very much like zombies. There is no possibility of negotiation. We can only break out by force."

The boys, holding short knives in their hands, stabbed at the two men at a rapid speed. Sengenmaku dodged several attacks, but seeing that the castle tower was still a long way away, he knew that it would be difficult to reach it safely at this speed. He looked at Dazai Osamu quietly and let out a breath.

"Sorry, prepare yourself."

"……?"

Dazai Osamu was slightly stunned and looked at the white-haired boy with some confusion, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

He was carried up.

From his perspective, he could only see the slightly curled ends of the white-haired boy's hair. The boy's thin shoulders pressed against his ribs and stomach, and because the adult's body was heavier, he felt waves of dull pain. The young man seemed unaware of his weight and jumped onto a tree to gain leverage. After a few moves, he crossed the dagger encirclement line in front of him and rushed forward at a rapid speed. He could not see what was in front of him, but could only see the ground under his feet moving backwards at a rapid speed.

……ah? (again)

No, what a weird picture! ! !

Are you a monster? !

The teenager carried a 22-year-old adult as if he were carrying a sack of rice. Anyone who saw this scene would burst into tears, but the boy was still complaining about his weight, and his breathing was not even irregular, as if he was taking a walk.

"What happened to you? Your weight is way below the normal weight, right? You are just bones!"

Is now the time to ask this question?

Dazai Osamu stopped smiling.

The long-empty stomach felt intense pain due to external stimulation, and even gave him the illusion of cramps. Cold sweat slid down his forehead. Dazai Osamu frowned slightly, hiding all the pain under his calm expression. But the boy obviously sensed something. He paused, and his body quickly grew longer, turning into the appearance of a young man.

He dodged a wakizashi attack and adjusted his position slightly, holding his princess in his arms.

……?

Dazai Osamu couldn't laugh.

When was the last time I was carried like a princess? Never mind. There is no need to recall such things. It would be better if I died. He tried to struggle twice, and the young man looked down at him helplessly, then used one hand to lock him tightly.

...Help! !

The white-haired young man had a bright gaze, and his golden eyes sparkled even in the darkness. He didn't look at him again and nimbly dodged the sneak attack from dozens of swords. Although there would inevitably be strong bumps, Dazai Osamu could clearly feel that the young man was trying his best to make him feel better. Although he wanted to die, after thinking about it, he finally settled down.

But his eyes were quietly dead.

Dazai Osamu was held silently in his arms, like a living corpse.

"Come on! Shinsengumi! We'll be there soon!"

When I got closer, I realized that the one shouting on the second floor of the castle tower was actually a strange-looking fox. It looked a bit like a Tibetan fox, but its expression was obviously much more lively. It put its two paws on its mouth very hard, cheering them on from a distance.

Not necessary at all! Where are you from, kid?

After passing through the encirclement of the short swords and wakizashi, there are the slower-moving tachi and large swords. Young men whose faces could not be seen at all approached him, dragging long weapons. The attack range of the tachi and the long sword is extremely large. Some shorter tachi are actually aimed specifically at the legs when swinging the sword. The speed of the tachi and the long tachi is much slower than the short sword, but the sword techniques are sharp and special. The small-range thrusts are reduced, and the number of large-scale chops increases dramatically!

For a moment, silvery-white knife light flashed, forming a dense closed net in the air. The night cut by the knife light was filled with silvery-white coldness with a strange and sharp beauty. Sengenmaku, who was holding Dazai Osamu, had his hands restrained and was unable to make any more movements. Seeing that the group in front of him was out of control, he wanted to attack them, but he heard the voice of the fox upstairs trying to stop him:

"Please try not to hurt them!!!"

Neither this nor that works, so why don’t you try parkour! !

Chigenmaku sighed softly, lowered his head, and looked at Dazai Osamu with eyes full of apology and pity.

"Sorry, I'll catch you."

Dazai Osamu, who just opened his eyes and saw Chimamaku's expression, said:...Wait a minute, how about we discuss dying together...

The next second, Dazai Osamu suddenly flew into the air and was thrown out!

It was really thrown out, and it was thrown out with a whoosh. It was thrown very high, forming a perfect parabola. Dazai Osamu saw himself getting closer and closer to the sky, and could even hear the sound of the wind passing by his ears. He looked at the stars in the sky with empty eyes, and for the first time he discovered that the sky of the broken world actually had a different kind of sad beauty.

It’s not bad that life ends at this moment.

Shouldn't he pay a little more attention to his health?

A faint regret welled up in his heart, and Dazai Osamu was overwhelmed with grief. He felt that if life was a revolving lantern, he would completely shatter these few short minutes.

Seeing Dazai Osamu being thrown out and escape from the encirclement, Qianjianmu held his breath, chose a relatively weak point to attack and rushed out. The knife light flashed across his arm, and the overly sharp sword almost cut off half of his shoulder. But the powerful recovery power quickly took effect, the wound began to heal, blood sprayed on the ground, and a strong smell of blood hit the face.

The blood with spiritual power splashed on the young man. The movements of the swords and large swords paused slightly, leaving Chigenmaku with just enough time. He gathered his strength and rushed out, and was only one step away from the castle tower.

...I almost forgot! !

After an extreme turn, Sengenmaku caught Dazai Osamu, who had just fallen on his head, in his arms and slid into the castle tower.

…We’re safe…maybe?

"...You..." Dazai Osamu was dying.

"We all steal people this way in Yokohama." Chimamaku answered immediately.

Who asked you! Also, you have used this line before, don’t suddenly re-enact the scene!

Dazai Osamu opened his mouth, turned his head, smelled a strong smell of blood, and inexplicably stopped moving.

"Shinsen! Go to the second floor quickly! Any room will do, don't stay on the first floor! The first floor is not safe either!!" the fox was still shouting.

Just at this moment, an inexplicable sense of crisis surged up, and the muscles of the two people who had just relaxed stiffened again. Qianjianmu hugged Dazai Osamu and rushed forward fiercely. Just as the two were leaving, a cold light penetrated directly from the gap of the door behind them!

The blade was half a meter long, and for some reason it was much sharper than the knives in the world today. The long knife scraped across the door and the ground, leaving a deep dent.

As the blade was inserted, more snow-white knife lights appeared, long and short, piercing the door continuously. When the metal was squeezed against the door panel, an extremely harsh noise was produced. But what is more eye-catching is not these murderous swords, but the fact that there are obviously more than one dent on the door and the ground! This is definitely not the first time this has happened!

This door won't last long!

We can't stay here, or we'll be chopped to death sooner or later. Chigenmaku led Dazai Osamu up the stairs.

The height of the castle tower may seem ordinary at first glance, but in fact each floor is two or three meters high. As Qian Jianmu climbed up the stairs, he looked down and saw that the door had been opened. Several men with long swords were approaching him slowly and purposefully. The man's face still couldn't be seen clearly, as if his entire body except for the knife was immersed in shadow. The short sword followed closely behind, and it seemed that they would soon rush forward -

Sengenmaku took a deep breath, grabbed Dazai Osamu, and rushed directly to the nearest room on the second floor!

The paper door opened with a swish, revealing some sundries in the dim room. The two of them quickly entered the room and closed it. Only the rustling sound of footsteps could be heard, going up the stairs step by step.

"…What exactly is your mission?"

At first glance, the noble and indifferent leader Dazai Osamu showed an expression that looked more like he was fifteen years old than when he pretended to be fifteen years old before. He coughed uncontrollably a few times, slowly leaned against the wall, forcibly ignoring the blood on his body, and spoke with some resentment.

"...I've already said that I will come to find you later. I don't know either..." Qian Jianmu spoke in a sad and complicated voice.

The two exchanged information in a low voice, but before they could say a few words, they were interrupted by the noise outside.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Although they were told that the second floor could provide shelter, the two still had no confidence in the thin paper door. Dazai Osamu and Chiganmaku held their breath and looked in the direction of the paper door.

The noisy footsteps stopped at the door and someone knocked gently.

Knock knock.

“…Shinjuku…”

The voice whispered

"What's wrong? Why are you hiding? Are you feeling unwell?"

“…”

“…”

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

The sounds became more and more urgent, and more footsteps stopped at the door. Even though they couldn't see what was outside the door, Senjianmu and Dazai Osamu could feel that there were at least ten unidentified objects outside the door, and their number was increasing.

These unidentified humanoid creatures stood at the door calmly, peacefully, and sluggishly. Facing the direction of the paper door, his eyes seemed to penetrate the obstacles and look directly at the existence inside. One of them was still knocking on the door persistently.

"...Please leave it to us, whether it's going out in battle or in the inner circle...haha...it doesn't matter if you feel unwell,...we can treat you..."

The knocking on the door did not stop, and even became louder and louder. It was difficult to tell whether it was urgent or forced. The entire paper door began to tremble violently, as if it was about to be forcibly smashed apart.

Boom, boom, boom, boom! ! !

"Please open the door, is there any danger... Please let me protect you... As a sword... protect the master... open the door..." the man whispered, his voice was very vague, as if he was talking in a dream.

Aren’t you the ones in danger? ! !

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