Chapter 90: Don’t miss this opportunity when you can be ruthless and act like a spoiled brat
But even if he can be saved, it is hard to say whether he is willing to live.
"Dazai Osamu" wants to live. There is an abstract and outrageous taste between the lines of this sentence.
Anyway, Dazai Osamu of the main world was very reluctant to take this job, and he slacked off in Honmaru for several days. Seeing that if he didn't go back, the Port Mafia would probably search for him, he left reluctantly.
The edge of the restricted area was a long distance away from Xieyang's house, so Dazai Osamu pried open a car, and "Time"'s eyes lit up and he got in. The Sanjindachi also got on the car, but the short sword usually runs faster than the car, so it just followed behind.
Fortunately, the short knife did not get on the car.
Dazai Osamu's driving style is very wild, he can even drive people crazy even on flat ground. The whole car was jumping and flying on the bumpy ground in a reverse Newtonian manner. Both Dazai Osamu showed ecstasy on their faces, but the victim Sanren in the back seat was the only one who showed no emotion and hugged his body tightly. Because of the violent shaking, these tall guys who were not wearing seat belts banged against the roof of the car, and it felt like their heads were about to break through the roof.
After getting out of the car, Kogunemaru rolled out of the door, covering his ears in grievance. Higekiri, one of the Genji brothers, leaned over to take a look, and saw the red blood under the snow-white fur of the animal's ears. He didn't even care about his own discomfort and burst out laughing.
"It's obviously a dead thing, but it can feel pain? It's incredible."
The "time" that kept a safe distance from Dazai Osamu looked lazily at the sword that was relieving its discomfort, and was unexpectedly generous in giving them time to rest.
Dazai Osamu said nothing and looked up at the sky.
This is a chaotic area, with countless familiar or unfamiliar streets blending together. It should be daytime, but there is no sun, moon or stars in the sky, nor are there any magnificent celestial phenomena. It is just a terrifying white, but the light can still shine normally.
Even the seasons are chaotic. One is winter and the other is summer. The blizzards and the flowers do not interfere with each other. It seems that they are just projections of two spaces and are called here.
Not hearing a response, "Time" frowned in dissatisfaction and waved its hand to change the world. Then all the distortions disappeared and this place became an ordinary street in Aomori. The giant clock in the watch shop in the distance paused for a moment, then began to flow normally in an ordinary yet strange way.
"Tsk." Dazai Osamu turned around in disappointment. On the other side of this peaceful street, not far from where "time" stopped, only ten minutes away, was the address of Xiayangguan.
Although he was half-hearted, "time" really brought him, the person who could kill him, here. Sure enough, he was still struggling and looking forward to death in a subtle way.
"Are you going to kill me?"
Time asked faintly.
Or rather, he had already determined that he was here to kill him, as if seizing a fleeting opportunity, and was even more impatient than he was.
"I want to eat candy" is too lame as a dying wish.
"I do want to." Dazai Osamu sneered and looked at him reluctantly: "I didn't come here to kill you. I'm here because someone doesn't want you to rot here. I have such careless kindness." Of course, he also wanted to see what the Tsushima family had become.
"…Someone's bad intentions?"
"Time" didn't mind his sarcasm at all, his pupils moved flexibly in his eye sockets and fell on the sword over there.
"Ah, it seems like you know some very important people over there..."
He clapped his hands gently. Although his tone was one of surprise and delight, his smiling brows concealed a gloomy malice:
"Is it your 'friend'? Great, I really want to meet him. If you bring him here, I will grant you a request, how about that?"
"boring."
Dazai Osamu showed an expression of endurance reaching its limit:
"Enough of the small talk, it's time to get down to business."
**
"For 'Dazai Osamu', your existence is very easy to guess."
Lying on the tatami, Dazai Osamu grabbed a handful of chess pieces, tilted his head back and threw them on his face. The cold stones hit his face and then rolled down his cheeks.
"Time" is Dazai Osamu. Even if he is not curious about why another Dazai Osamu appears here, he will still have doubts.
As for the swords, because the Time Government is outside of time, their time has all stopped since they appeared in the Time Government. Dazai can read the sword's memories, but unfortunately, he can only see the memories of when they were in the museum before being summoned. "Time" cannot see how they transform into human form. This blank space means the unknown.
The gap and strangeness between the sword and Dazai Osamu can be seen at a glance. Dazai Osamu did not kill him but negotiated with him. The existence of a third party is obvious at a glance - someone wants to get something from him, or has a way to solve his problem.
And this "someone", combined with the strange ability of the sword, Dazai Osamu in the strange world, "time" can also be inferred that there is a "third party" who does not exist in this world, or even in Dazai Osamu's life.
Since the third party can be inferred, and this third party can persuade Dazai Osamu to come and guide him, it means that he is in a dominant position and Dazai Osamu will respect his suggestions and plans. Since Dazai Osamu can behave like this, the relationship between Dazai Osamu and the third party must be extraordinary.
A person who has never appeared in his world and can make him care is absolutely attractive to "time", a special existence outside of life that has been revolving between the known and the established all his life.
Therefore, "time" will inevitably mention the "third party" inadvertently or deliberately.
"Time" doesn't care about life or death, but since there is enough time left, I will find a way to meet Qian Jianmu.
Dazai Osamu understood this matter, and he noticed that Senmamaku didn't seem to mind meeting that person, but what made him hesitate was the past that had always troubled Senmamaku.
"Time" will definitely look through the past of Sengenmaku and maliciously release carefully selected fragments. He couldn't do anything about the past thousands of scenes, but he could reproduce them.
It's so cruel to him.
It would be better to kill him.
He rolled over with his hands covering his face. Dazai Osamu looked at the Thousand Curtains through the gap, but caught a glimpse of disappointment on the young man's face.
"It's okay." Coming back to his senses, the young man smiled as light as the morning mist. "I'm not bothered by my past, it doesn't matter."
Really?
"He will see it sooner or later. If he wants to see it, let him see it."
The golden color settled, and the smile flattened. The young man moved the wrist that supported his cheek, and his white eyelashes cast a shadow. The light and softness was instantly mixed with a bit of strong and firm emotion. His voice was as calm and gentle as always, but his tone was firm and unquestionable:
"My memory will not have any impact on the situation."
"For Yokohama?" Dazai Osamu knew exactly why it was, and asked with some subtle sarcasm.
"For a miracle."
Sengenmaku did not deliberately look for Endo Shusaku and Nakai Hideo, but Dazai Osamu went to look for them, and both of them were dead. Similarly, he did not look for other living people, such as Nakahara Chuuya and Ayatsuji Yukito, and did not even mention them, as if he had completely forgotten them.
It's like a dream, and when you are in it, you should pay attention to it. If he wakes up from the dream one day, he will forget everything.
He only has three anchor points in this world. Edogawa Ranpo, who can quickly understand each other, Oda Sakunosuke, who cannot be contacted and has to try his best to maintain a stable life, and Dazai Osamu, the root of everything.
He wanted to do his best to maintain stability, perhaps because he didn't like chaos by nature, or because the incident had to be resolved since it broke out, but more importantly, he wanted to fully absorb the compensation given by the world for the "turning point in Odasaku's life" and to meet Edogawa Ranpo's expectations.
The only person that Qian Jianmu could call a miracle was that person.
Dazai Osamu blinked slowly and uttered a meaningless sneer.
**
"Writing a book...? What a bad joke..."
Sure enough, he didn't take it seriously at all.
After a long back-and-forth of trial and error, the plot was well set up, but the proposal itself was strange.
Because there is no basic trust, "Time" looks like it is about to be laughed at by absurdity, which is also expected. Anyone who says that the way to cure an incurable disease is to write a book will find it outrageous.
However, after realizing that he was serious, Time's expression became strange.
Just by seeing his expression, Dazai knew that he would definitely do it. This is the driftwood for the drowning person. If they cannot see it, they will still sink in the water, but once they see it, they will desperately try to grab the rope.
If that was the case, that was enough. He really didn't want to talk any more to the person in front of him. The emotion couldn't be summed up even with the word "disgust with each other". The feeling of seeing another miserable life of himself was terrible to him.
"Are you leaving?"
The moment he turned around, Time asked in a low voice.
Dazai Osamu paused, turned his head and saw an expressionless face.
This was the first time he saw "Time" not smiling. "Time" looked at him quietly, and a strange expression seemed to flash across that face that was exactly the same as his, which always had a sticky smile on it.
But soon, he pulled the corners of his mouth again and looked at him with a smile, and the previous dullness seemed to be a flash in the pan.
"I hate Dazai Osamu."
“I agree.”
"You seem to be just fifteen or sixteen years old. Has the Dragon Head War begun?"
Dazai Osamu looked at him thoughtfully, not quite sure what he was going to say.
"...No, there won't be any more. There won't be any more dragon head wars between you either."
"Because of 'him'?"
"That's the Lord God."
"I see... You are no longer Dazai Osamu. You are completely different from Dazai Osamu." "Time" glanced at the lifeless Aomori behind him: "Maybe I am not either."
"What do you want to say?"
Time turned sideways and headed in the direction of Xieyang Pavilion: "If you take me away, you can handle it properly, right? If you don't take me away, I will trap you here. I can do it."
"ha?"
Shocked to the extreme, Dazai Osamu uttered a syllable:
"So this is your purpose. Only children will act like spoiled brats, right?"
"Only adults know the importance of being spoiled. Otherwise, why do you think I chose a body of this age? You're still too young!"
Time spoke with no shame:
"Fudi Yingchi will try every means to kill me. He has Bai Qilin so he can do it. It is safest to take me away. Besides, this is also one of your goals? In order to protect that person, you just give up? I've given you a way out. Why are you being so childish? Get off now."
"How shameless of you to take it for granted." Dazai Osamu laughed angrily.
Chigenmaku did mention this matter. After all, although "Time" is half dead and half alive, once its special ability is stripped away, it will die immediately. It is safest to put it in Honmaru.
However, if we take Time back, its body will have to be placed in the castle tower. Who would want to have a corpse in a room? It would be disgusting.
Moreover, he didn't believe that "Time" simply let them take the body away. This guy must have some plan.
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