Chapter 88 His Artificial Stage
On the 47th day of the horror preview, the area centered on Aomori fell into a busy period.
Tsushima Shuji - the young man who later named himself Dazai Osamu, held up his face and stared expressionlessly at the aimless darkness.
who is he?
This is an eternal question.
Human beings' construction of self-awareness comes from the accumulation of ordinary things day after day. It's not that he suddenly thought of some profound truth, but he suddenly realized that he had just celebrated his seventh birthday not long ago.
Eight years of time put together could not make up a complete year for him. He spent countless twenties and teens, but forgot how old he should have been.
It can't be erased or calculated.
The dilution of energy gave him room to breathe. He was no longer like a brainless creature exploding to death. Now he could perform more sophisticated operations. For example, he could see the scenery a hundred miles away while sitting here.
For example, he saw someone who shouldn't be there.
Sakaguchi Ango.
It turns out that hatred is also afraid of being worn away by time.
Time distorts the sunlight, half of it illuminates the darkness and the other half falls on the dust. Just as he knew very well that they were friends, and even spent time in the bar before waking up. But now, face to face, looking at the stubbornly curled up short hair and the eyes that had not yet been polished away from their sharp edge, he suddenly felt very strange.
"Sakaguchi Ango..."
"Hmm?"
The slender man with short black hair propped up his face and looked at him thoughtfully, his rich purple eyes lowered, and he lazily tapped his cheek with the edge of the white chess piece.
Fyodor's life here is not bad, of course, compared with Siberia.
When Dazai Osamu falls asleep, he will also fall into time chaos. If Dazai Osamu wakes up, he will be thrown into Meursault's prison, or any corner of his memory. As long as you don't seek him out to kill time on a whim, there will be no inexplicable abuse in your daily life, nor will you be overly embarrassed.
Having been enemies for so long, he was more or less aware of Dazai Osamu's condition, and his instinct to test him was ready to move. He chuckled with malicious intent like a poisonous snake crawling on the wet stones by the river.
"Did you see any old friends?"
However, just as he expected, Dazai Osamu, who was a little absent-minded, didn't care what he said at all, and spoke in a tone of pure expectation without any malice:
"Friends in the future will be just like we were when we met."
Just hearing him say this, one would probably think that he was looking forward to meeting such a friend. However, Fyodor knew very well that the so-called future friends were just playthings kept in this endless disaster to satisfy his vanity.
Stay and walk through life with him again, so that he will have the feeling of being truly alive. Of course, it doesn’t matter what the people he forced to stay think, even if it’s just a show.
Just like his father who was spared from falling asleep because he was not at Shayokan (Tsushima House). Fortunately and unfortunately, he escaped death, but was controlled by Dazai Osamu. He let his biological father accompany him through the life he should have experienced, just like a stage play. After his father collapsed in fear and died according to the script, the so-called father became a tattered doll, which he threw into the garbage dump and never mentioned again.
After that, he began to look forward to the visitors from Yokohama.
Dazai Osamu rarely hid anything from Fyodor. Of course, the so-called things he did not hide were just things that he knew but did not care about, but most of them were for the purpose of intimidation.
He said he was looking forward to Mori Ogai's coming.
He prepared a lot for Mori Ogai, the man who educated him for four years but influenced his whole life. If he could get Mori Ogai to play the role in his life, then his time would be more complete.
One day, during a long break, Fyodor woke up from a tired dream and saw a phantom of Leibo Street appearing out of thin air in Aomori. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was the area near the Port Mafia and the legendary black clinic of Mori Ogai. He was inexplicably certain of one thing: as long as Mori Ogai dared to appear in Aomori, this would be the cage that Dazai Osamu provided for him to survive in, and it would be the stage of their sad and terrifying lives.
Dazai Osamu was a man who struggled so much and hated his past, but he did not hate it completely. He believed that his future had taken away his existence, but now that things had come to this, he began to try to take away his own future.
In a madman way.
To be honest, Fyodor really missed the normal Dazai Osamu. He was cut into pieces and experienced time together with Dazai Osamu, who allowed him to retain his memories, so he knew what would happen in the original timeline. He admitted that the man was an excellent opponent, a mortal enemy - even if he defined him as a walking corpse whose body and soul were cut into pieces, with no one knowing who he was guarding or what for.
And now Dazai Osamu is a completely twisted lunatic.
Some crazy people can take advantage of it, as long as they eliminate and update it regularly, such as Gogol. But Dazai Osamu is such a twisted person that he doesn't even know what he wants. He desires death, but at the same time he desires existence. The desire for life and death are intertwined, making him difficult to understand.
Fyodor hates people with special abilities as much as he hates evil. The ability of Sin and Punishment is not his companion, but a tit-for-tat enemy. He occasionally had a subtle feeling that his special abilities were so similar to Dazai Osamu's No Longer Human that should have appeared in his future memories. They had certain commonalities, such as being despised and hated. It’s just that Dazai Osamu directed his attack at himself, while Fyodor directed his attack at the enemy - the supernatural power.
His life goal is to destroy and eliminate his supernatural powers, but the situation he faces now is that Dazai Osamu is a madman who wants the world to be buried with him. If he can't find what he wants, he will be like an insatiable and willful child, dragging the whole world to die with him.
He has no opinion of human beings. In fact, in this regard, he, an extremist, thinks Dazai is a bit too extreme.
I've gone a bit off topic. Anyway, after Dazai Osamu showed such an expression, Fyodor watched this man suddenly leave. He looked at the chess board on the table for a while and suddenly sighed.
Whoever you are, take care of yourself.
**
The Shinkansen from Tokyo to Aomori takes just under four hours.
Ango Sakaguchi, who had just completed police training and internal training for people with special abilities, canceled his foreign undercover mission due to the indecision of his superiors. After the time terrorist attack broke out, because of the problem of handling infectious materials, Sakaguchi Ango, who was supposed to stay in the rear to study Aomori's internal intelligence information, was sent to the first scene for field investigation.
This is normal. After all, this is a society based on seniority, and Ango Sakaguchi is not even 20 years old at the moment. Even if his theory of corruption was a chosen intelligence skill, his superiors would still assign him difficult tasks as usual without much regard for his life or death.
Compared with combat-related abilities, intelligence-related abilities require more training costs, and the output is often not as quick and efficient as that of combat-related abilities. An intelligence-related psychic might be able to turn the tide of a war, but that would often take months or even years and a lot of fate-like coincidences. If they fail to bring appropriate value or victory, intelligence personnel are useless and the initial investment is wasted.
Although smart intelligence officers can make a name for themselves after a short incubation period, internally, intelligence officers have always been a expendable position.
Therefore, even though his special ability is very useful and has even attracted the attention of the Seventh Agency, his value and importance are not equal in the eyes of the management. Ango Sakaguchi was sent to the front line, which was the result of internal oppression and assigning tough tasks to newcomers.
The loss won’t be painful because no one knows what Sakaguchi Ango will bring to the table in the future, and right now he is a blank slate with no qualifications.
Of course, Sakaguchi Ango was well aware of these detailed calculations and the judgment of his superiors on him. Of course he couldn't disobey the orders from his superiors, so he endured the silence and did the preliminary work. The moment he stood at the disaster boundary, he calmed down and prepared to conduct an investigation.
The minimum requirement of the Special Powers Agent Unit for him is to investigate the people entering and leaving the area and compare and track them with the suicide groups. The rest is up to him. However, when he came into contact with the items taken out during the chaotic period of the disaster, Ango Sakaguchi realized something.
The theory of decadence can read the memory of any object, which actually involves a kind of retracing of the timeline. So when he read the items within the disaster range, the two types of backtracking were subtly offset. What this creates is that he can see the chaotic evolution of an area, rather than just a linear timeline of an object.
He's clearly suited to work here. Thinking about it this way, he and this disaster really do have a bad fate.
The noisy whispers of his colleagues were heard in his ears. Having used his special abilities so many times, Ango Sakaguchi felt a little tired from the bottom of his heart. It was dinner time, and Ango Sakaguchi found a tree and ate under it, away from the crowd. The dinner was sushi and a small bowl of miso soup. The sushi was not very tasty and was not fresh. Sakaguchi Ango felt as calm as death as he took a sip of the opened miso soup.
"puff--"
So salty!
Everyone was eating the same food and no one thought there was anything wrong with it. They were all cooked from the same pot so how could his be salty? Ango Sakaguchi keenly sensed that something was wrong. He steadied himself and slowly raised his head.
Sitting on the tree was a young man holding a salt and seasoning bottle, looking at him with a smile.
"You really are not afraid of death."
The young man smiled with an inexplicable familiarity, and a lingering sense of sarcasm and mockery.
baffling.
Sakaguchi Ango frowned, and the unstable factor that had not been completely suppressed quietly emerged:
"This is a restricted area. No one is allowed to enter or leave without an application. If you don't have an application document, I have the right to shoot any suspicious person on the spot."
The young man's expression was serious, indicating that everything he said was true. The boy on the tree looked at him for a while, not seriously, but an invisible sense of oppression came over him, like a taut bowstring.
In Sakaguchi Ango's trembling pupils, the young man chuckled, full of mockery, certainty and ambiguous meaning:
"Okay, shoot me."
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