Chapter 26

Yokohama is so quiet tonight that it's a little scary.

This noisy city is rarely so quiet. When other cities become quiet as their residents fall asleep, Yokohama often ignites a noisier battle due to the special nature of the night.

But tonight, the whole city was quiet. Therefore, no one knew that when the clock struck one, there would be no more people or vehicles entering or leaving the city.

Shinichi Hinawa stood at the highest point of the city. His eight-foot-long pure white dress was completely soaked with red liquid. Under the sticky fabric, his pale skin was cracked and bleeding, but Shinichi Hinawa didn't care. His mood, or Yokohama's mood, was very good at this time. The thrill and excitement brought by the blood even made him want to hum a song. But the first note, like the sound of an old windmill, stopped him.

Tonight, the criminals of Yokohama will face their trial. In this city, what the law cannot control, the government cannot stop, and morality cannot pacify always needs to be managed by someone.

Yokohama had not originally planned to go this far, but today, she had too much blood on her hands, and the decline of the city's consciousness simply crossed the line at a certain moment.

His right hand stroked the area below his collarbone, where a broken heart was moving. Perhaps as early as that day, the city consciousness that belonged to Yokohama had gone crazy, and every day and night since then, the cries and curses of countless wronged souls eroded Hachishayo.

Why was it me who died?

Child, my child, he was so young, why did he die so early.

Ahhhhh, it hurts so much!!!

The noises in her ears were still so noisy, but Yashayo was already able to turn a deaf ear to them. Yokohama was a chaotic city, Yokohama was an abandoned city, she knew all this, so she just let it sink, just like the past Yokohama, born and then died quickly.

[The life of every Yokohama is short, but you are different. You are stronger than any other Yokohama. ]

【I hope you can live longer. 】

The newly born Yokohama holds the hands of the elders. Its newly born urban consciousness is still relatively immature, and it will only trust the instructors in front of it wholeheartedly.

【Does Kyoto live a long time? 】

[Well, living too long is not a good thing. Let me change my blessing. I hope that Yokohama can live until the moment when he can die happily.]

"Kyoto, I can die happily now." Yashayo smiled. She always believed that numb adults were not qualified to be saved. Only children could generate infinite possibilities. Now in Yokohama, there is a group of trustworthy children growing up.

There is no gap in the replacement of urban consciousness. After the old city is polluted to a certain extent, a new city will be born.

Yashayo did not see the new Yokohama, but she knew that somewhere, a new urban consciousness would be born, just like the former Tokyo to the former Edo.

The motorcycle roared on the deserted street. It was the birthday present that Chuuya Nakahara received today. There was originally a party held for him in the evening, but now the people who hosted the party were already snoring on the cold floor.

Nakahara Chuuya had also fallen asleep, but was awakened by the cold touch on his face. Dazai Osamu was drawing on his face with an ink pen.

"Dazai!" Nakahara Chuuya waved his fist and was about to hit him, but found that his right hand was held by Dazai Osamu's left hand.

Dazai Osamu threw away the ink pen, and there was no joking expression on his face: "If you want to hit me, wait until everything is over. Now I need you to convince Yokohama, otherwise, the whole Yokohama will be in chaos." His fingertips turned white from the force. He had clearly noticed Yokohama's abnormality from the beginning, but he couldn't stop it.

After a while, knowing the whole story, Nakahara Chuuya rode a motorcycle with Dazai Osamu to the □□ Building, and the pink motorcycle was about to leave an afterimage.

"Dazai, hold on tight! I won't save you if you fall off the car!"

"If I fall, you will fall asleep and won't be able to save me."

The two young men walked in that direction while bickering with each other.

Shinichi Hinawa was watching the end of a story at this time. He knew that the two children would definitely come. Yokohama couldn't tell whether she wanted them to come or not. She just had to put aside those complicated emotions and focus on what she wanted to do.

Weilaine was immersed in his own dream, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world in his hands. His expression was gentle at the moment. As long as he walked forward step by step, as long as he took the last step, the man who controlled gravity would die from the impact of falling from a high altitude.

This is the ability of Yashaki. [Dream Weaving] originally allows the enemy to fall into a dream and lose the ability to attack in reality. However, as the pollution level in Yokohama deepens, the enemies who fall into dreams will also be infected by Yashaki's mental state.

Bashayang doesn't like false things, so the dreams she weaves are all based on reality. The dream that Verlaine is in now is the one she weaved using Rimbaud's memory.

Verlaine was still immersed in his dream, so he didn't know that right next to him, Rimbaud, the medium of his dream, was no more than one meter away from him.

However, something unexpected happened. The person who was supposed to be the go-between hugged Verlaine's waist tightly and said, "No, Paul!"

This was something that Yashayang had not expected. She used Rimbaud's memory as a medium but did not pull him into the dream. She thought Rimbaud should hate Verlaine. The relationship between non-human and human, partner and betrayer, enemy and close friend was so complicated.

The person in the dream also opened his eyes dazedly: "Rimbaud?"

Rimbaud at this moment was actually quite different from the Rimbaud in Verlaine's memory. His tall body had shrunk to the size of a child. His originally pure long black curly hair now had a hint of icy blue at the ends, and there were demonic marks on his cheeks because he had not completely absorbed the demonic power.

"Rimbaud, how did you become like this?" The man who looked like a Nordic god was silently shedding tears. He leaned down with his tall body and hugged his lost treasure tightly in his arms.

Rimbaud stood on tiptoe to wipe away the tears from Verlaine's cheeks: "Now I am a non-human like you." No matter how many times he repeated to Paul that he was a human being, he could not find a sense of identity. So if he was the same as him, he would no longer feel lonely.

Former partners and close friends, no one is more important to each other than the other.

The scene was very touching, but Shinichi Hinawa really wanted to complain at this moment. They should not have forgotten that there was still an enemy.

Fortunately, his instinct as an assassin king was still there. After a short hug, Verlaine almost understood the whole story. He held Rimbaud in his arms, and Verlaine's eyes became sharp: "Rimbaud, what did she do to you?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Hachiya's face. She let Verlaine sink into the dream only because Verlaine had good intentions towards the child, not because she was afraid of confronting him.

"What do you think I did to him?" Shinichi Hirin provoked Weilun with words, "Am I the one who reformed him, or the murderer? Maybe it was you who gave him a push when he was desperate..."

Before he could finish his words, the gravity-controlled stone smashed the place where Yashiro had just stood. Hiruzen Shinichi jumped to a higher place and asked him again: "So, what do you think I am to him?"

“It’s my benefactor!!!”

Before Weilan could reply, the screaming mechanical behemoth broke the silence. The pink motorcycle carried the two young men and went vertically up the wall. In order to avoid being affected by Dazai Osamu's supernatural powers, before going up, Nakahara Chuuya took a rope and tied him to the back seat of the motorcycle, and flew all the way over.

Regardless of whether Dazai was carsick or not, he was almost foaming at the mouth. But Nakahara Chuuya was still shaking his collar at this time: "Dazai, tell me what you saw!"

After taking a deep breath, Dazai Osamu recovered and said, "It was Master Hachishaku who saved Mr. Randou and gave him the power to prevent Mr. Randou from disappearing after he became a monster."

Verlaine looked at Rimbaud. Rimbaud, who had been held in his arms and had no chance to speak, finally spoke: "Yes, it was because of Hachishaku-sama that I was able to see Paul again."

After receiving the affirmation from the person concerned, Nakahara Chuuya breathed a sigh of relief. He walked in front of Yasakaki, but suddenly saw the other party's disapproving eyes.

"I remember that this country has motorcycle driver's licenses."

Nakahara Chuuya: “…” It feels like being caught doing something dangerous by a parent.

"Ma'am, I have supernatural powers, I won't get hurt." Nakahara Chuuya brewed his emotions for a while, "Dazai told me about Dr. N. I am very grateful for what you did for me."

Bashiyang shook his head: "You don't need to be grateful to me. It is my wish to destroy that laboratory, not just for you."

"No matter what your purpose is, I have received your kindness, so I should thank you." Nakahara Chuuya retreated to Weilun's side and patted the guy, making him stagger. "Similarly, even if we didn't intend to do it at first, we should apologize to you for causing you harm."

Wei Erlan was a little confused by the slap, but two pairs of eyes were looking at him, and Nakahara Chuuya said viciously: "If you want me to call you big brother, then apologize to me! Asshole big brother!"

"Yes, I'm sorry!" His Adam's apple rolled twice, and Wei Laila finally bent down and said his apology after many years.

Although he had not expected this apology, Shinichi Hinata had a feeling that Yokohama had been waiting for it for a long time.

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

Dazai Osamu suddenly interrupted at this time: "Why do we need the police if an apology will do?"

Nakahara Chuuya's face twitched: "What are you doing, man?"

Staring at Nakahara Chuuya with a look of murderous intent and "What is this guy doing?" and "Aren't you also a mafia member that the police can't control?", Dazai Osamu slowly walked up to Verlaine and said, "Do you know how much economic loss your destruction of Raibo Street caused to Yokohama? Chuuya is a minor and is not yet old enough to bear legal responsibility. How old are you? Do you want to evade responsibility?"

"Before you pay off your debt to Yokohama, you should obey Yokohama's orders." Dazai said in one breath, then walked in front of Yashaki and softened his tone, "Ma'am, you don't mind having a security guard, right?"

"After all, he is a renowned assassin king. If you ever see someone you don't like, just let him go. So this time, forget it." The tail end of the words almost dissipated into the air.

Bashiyang stared into those iris-colored eyes for a long time, she was thinking.

What else could she do? Her children had given her their word.

The eight-foot-long skirt was blown up by the wind. She lifted the skirt to greet her children, and the red-stained dress returned to pure white.

(End of this chapter)