Chapter 89 The only way to relieve worries is to write books
Ango Sakaguchi is not someone who would shoot at random people.
A guy who spends a lot of energy to sort out the information of people who died in man-made disasters cannot accept death from the bottom of his heart.
Do not kill innocent people unless necessary, and do not stain your hands with blood unless extreme. Although he is at the top of the police academy in terms of physical skills, he endures a lot of boredom and forces himself to be a civilian to avoid conflicts. In this respect he had a senseless kindness.
However, this kind of protection and persistence for a certain belief is also a flash of humanity that attracts people to approach him. It is these kindness and decisiveness, cruelty and kindness, rebellion and obedience, diligence and depravity that together made Sakaguchi Ango.
It also created friends for Dazai Osamu.
And the current tense situation.
——He can't shoot.
The person who could shoot a child without knowing the truth was not Ango Sakaguchi.
A strange chill rose from the bottom of his heart. Sakaguchi Ango stood up and took two steps back. The young man just looked at him with a smile, and it was impossible to tell whether he really wanted to die or was sure that he could not do it. The communicator was on the inside of his suit pocket, and his hand, which was placed on his waist, slowly slid down.
"Ango, you can just shoot him, he won't hide."
A cold hand suddenly grabbed his wrist from behind, and the familiar voice he had just heard came from behind. He repeatedly confirmed that the young man was still in front of him, and his uneasiness grew.
Sakaguchi Ango felt a chill down his spine, his neck stiffened, and he turned his head slowly.
The young man in the black suit was half hugging his shoulders, even leaning on his shoulders on tiptoe, his cold breath spraying on his face. Except for the different clothes, he was exactly the same as the man in the tree. The young man obediently curved his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at him. The brown background of his iris-shaped eyes was clearly as warm as honey, but he shuddered inexplicably.
"This is our friend. We must treat him well."
"Yue~How disgusting, I'm not your friend." The boy in the tree curled his lips.
"...You are so tactless. The focus is obviously on 'us'." The young man in the black coat glared at him angrily, then slid his fingers down to hold Sakaguchi Ango's wrist, looking like he didn't want him to leave.
Dazai Osamu glanced at him, his face distorted and he shuddered.
"I said, aren't you disgusting?"
"Eh...are you jealous? What a pity."
"Ah - wet and sticky... so disgusting." Dazai Osamu jumped down from the tree, and the corner of his navy blue clothes was lifted by the wind, revealing the slim white shirt underneath. He steadied himself and walked towards the two people. "Let's talk. You can play later if you want. I'm busy."
Sakaguchi Ango, who remained silent, felt the cold fingers that bound him suddenly tighten, and then slowly loosen.
He tentatively asked:
"Who are you? The twins?"
"Stop being disgusting!" x2
At this time, the boy who was obviously more normal had walked in front of him, while the boy behind him let go of his hand as if retreating. Sakaguchi Ango felt his collar tighten and he was forced to stand behind the boy. The boy glanced at him with a look of disgust.
"I don't have the hobby of flirting with men."
"Tsk." "Time" curled his lips, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the sounds of wind and water disappeared, the young man standing there was unconscious, the flying birds stopped, and the mist on the soup was suspended motionless. The stillness of time exudes an inescapable silence, as if even the air has condensed into large precipitates of sand and gravel.
The lives that survive here clearly have the most extreme freedom in the world, yet they seem to be eternally bound by a straitjacket.
Dazai Osamu's expression changed, but Time drooped his brows and asked without hope:
“Any candy?”
“…Who would eat something that sweet?”
"Well, but I really want to eat it."
Time tilted its head, distressed:
"Because Dazai Osamu doesn't like sweets, I haven't had sweets for a long, long time. It's been very hard for me."
"So how could I have it?" Dazai Osamu sneered.
"What a pity..." "Time" sighed, turned sideways, and looked in the direction of Tsushima's house: "Time is running out, let's talk about you and... those strange swords."
Dazai Osamu looked at him meaningfully and made a gesture.
There were rustling sounds in the darkness, and several boys and young men walked out from their hiding places. The vivid figures shone into the pupils of "Time". After a brief dilation of astonishment, "Time" slowly let out a sigh of satisfaction.
"It's... a miracle..."
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"There are barriers between abilities, so your nullification cannot pass through my ability. The moment it touches me, it will be blocked. Human Disqualification is also ineffective against swordsmanship. They are made of pure spiritual power, and only your blood can barely restrain them. But even though abilities can block each other, it does not mean that you are safe and invincible..."
The day before Dazai Osamu left Yokohama for Aomori, the two men sat at the chessboard, the black and white pieces fighting fiercely, the young man holding the white piece lowered his eyes lazily, even his eyelashes were snow-white, as thin as a layer of frost and snow in early winter, falling down.
"That is, in theory—"
"He can access your and the sword's memories, but he can't harm you."
“Correct.”
The black piece cut off the route, and the white-haired young man rolled the white circle, his eyes lowered on the chessboard.
When alone, Qian Jianmu rarely smiles and doesn't like to move. He can stay in one place for a long time without eating or drinking. Like a ball of snow-white cold fog, it feels warm when the sun shines on it, but becomes chillingly cold when the sun fades away. When I took a deep breath, the coldness seeped into my bones and the damp feeling lingered for a long time.
To be honest, his overly gentle smile when meeting people was mostly a performance, so much so that Dazai Osamu didn't like him very much at first. But Dazai Osamu is not picky about his owner. As long as he is given a direction, it doesn’t matter who raises him.
It was only after spending a long time with him that I realized that he actually didn't want to perform. For people who are unable to express normal emotions, so-called performance is a way to express emotions and integrate into the human race.
Gods have their own statues, and Buddhas have their own statues. Gods and Buddhas also want to express their friendliness, but the only way they can do this is to carve smiling statues.
It’s fake, but there’s a kind of helpless truth that seems to be separated by a layer of gauze.
White words fell on the chessboard, and the young man supported his cheek with his well-proportioned and white wrist, his golden eyes flashing, which was his usual posture when he was in deep thought.
"Just kill them right there. I don't understand. Your plan is very dangerous."
Dazai Osamu's eyes flickered, and he uttered cold and heartless words in a frivolous manner.
Just like a bomb, the best way is to detonate it on the spot, and few people would choose to defuse it. Regarding this out-of-control guy, the leader Zai and Dazai Osamu's unanimous suggestion is to kill him directly.
Then the white-haired young man shook his head and explained to Dazai Osamu that he had missed the latest information.
"The birth of a singularity must have conflicting rules, and the two cannot coexist. And the most critical part of Xiyang's ability, in addition to disrupting and manipulating time, is passive, which can be summarized as passive resurrection from the dead."
“…”
"When he is alive, Human Disqualification suppresses Xieyang. When he dies, Human Disqualification fails and Xieyang activates urgently, resurrecting from the dead and reversing time. But once resurrected, Human Disqualification activates again. The two abilities are incompatible here. He is in a state between life and death. The key to the singularity lies in the refutation of life and death."
The two twisted each other and gave birth to a singularity, but the singularity existed alone and at this moment it was something different from the two.
That is to say, there are now two relatively independent existences. One is the "time" of Schrödinger's death, and the other is the singularity controlled by "time" where life and death are unclear and consciousness is separated.
At this moment, the singularity is still controlled by Dazai Osamu, who survived Schrödinger. Indeed, the time of Schrödinger's death is extremely fragile to Dazai Osamu, who has the status of No Longer Human. As long as he touches it and forcibly stops the setting sun, the □ of "time" will be declared dead immediately.
But if "time" dies, the singularity will fall into a stage of ownerless violence. The saddest guess is that the body of "time" dies, but he is still alive in endless time.
Dazai Osamu was silent for a long time, then he burst into uncontrollable, trembling laughter.
Coming back from the dead, isn't that Dazai Osamu's curse?
No Longer Human deprived him of the meaning of life, and the setting sun deprived him of the possibility of death. Unworthy of being a human being and unable to decide life and death, Dazai Osamu became "time".
There is no meaning, no life or death.
This is a hell on earth that is so vast, cruel and ruthless, and belongs only to Dazai Osamu.
"He must know the key to solving the singularity." Dazai Osamu was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe. He lay on the tatami, his voice thin and disembodied.
Qian Jianmu did not answer.
The existence of a singularity must have a core. Because many times, problems arise between two people with special abilities and a third party is born. For this third party, some can be directly crushed by combat power, while others need to use their brainpower. Sort of like a brain teaser of sorts.
Therefore, it is understandable that the first reaction of the Special Power Agent Department is to kill the master.
However, the Special Powers Department still does not understand that there are no two people with special powers in this singularity, and it is completely a self-contradiction of one person. Given Dazai Osamu's nature, it is impossible for him to put the answer clearly on the surface of the riddle.
No one knows better than himself how to solve the singularity.
But after solving one singularity, it will still produce the next singularity, and this is endless.
Therefore, the first thing is to resolve the internal contradiction of his special ability, and the second is to let him solve the singularity by himself.
If Qian Jianmu had not come to this world, or if the person who came was someone other than Qian Jianmu. Then this world would be an unsolvable dead end, and no one could save them.
The simplest way to resolve the self-contradiction is to allow "time" to master passive skills into active skills. This experiment is very similar to Ayatsuji Yukito's, both of which are about controlling when to use abilities.
In other words, the solution, however strange, is to write a book. Turn passivity into initiative and force invalidation.
If he wrote "No Longer Human", he could survive.
If he wrote "Setting Sun", he would die on the spot.
Although it is a bit too weird for Dazai Osamu, if Dazai Osamu really wants to end his immortal life but still wants to live, it is not impossible.
However, at present, Yosano Akiko is still young and weak, and does not have the ability to pull him back from the brink of death, so he has to wait.
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