Chapter 142: The situation in Yokohama won’t increase your favorability…
"Are you angry?"
Dazai blinked, observing the player's expression curiously. A hollow smile crossed his face. "Put a bullet in there. Will that calm you down?"
There was no joking in his tone.
Player: "I think only Dazai will be happy with this."
"Hey - I'm very lucky." Dazai Osamu protested against the players who thought he would be unlucky enough to be hit directly.
"...What is death?" He couldn't help but say with longing.
The lack of a response didn't stop Dazai from excitedly continuing. His eyes sparkled, "Will I finally fall into an eternal sleep, or will my consciousness vanish into nothingness?"
The topic slipped from Russian roulette to philosophy...
“…How annoying.”
He suddenly glanced at the player, said something without any context, and then fell completely silent.
Are you talking about players?
Fushimi Kyoki: Damn...
Dazai Osamu stared at the player with a gaze that seemed to see through him, yet also seemed to be looking into nothingness: "No surprise, no doubt. A completely different type from Mr. Mori."
Why did you suddenly mention Mori Ogai and compare him with the players?
The player thought about it.
It turned out that Dazai Osamu was too resistant to Mori Ogai in normal times, and at one point he almost forgot that the two of them were actually teacher and student.
The subconscious mind defines the relationship between the two as bad.
Did I misunderstand?
The player said uncertainly, "Could it be that Dazai actually likes Mr. Mori?"
The next second, Dazai Osamu strongly refuted this, and he almost frowned on his face: "It's a different kind of disgust."
"Did I do something disgusting?" the player asked in confusion.
This is something I have never experienced before.
Dazai Osamu nodded without thinking: "Yeah! That's it."
"...Everything about him is annoying, especially his eyes." He said after a brief silence.
Dazai Osamu rarely shows true feelings.
Only when the muddy and turbid malice hidden under the mask shows signs of emerging will people suddenly realize that they are staring into the abyss.
It's pitch black, with no hope in sight...
The right eye, exposed to the air, shifted slightly, its gaze fixed on nothingness as it moved to the player's face: "Your eyes tell me that if you don't give something, you won't get anything."
Just like bathing in the sun, it does not mean getting the sun itself, but only absorbing the warmth it emits.
Dazai repeated silently.
He never wanted to be looked at like that.
The players didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and said, "If you want to get something, you must first learn to give."
Fushimi Kyoji thought over Dazai Osamu's words several times.
"What does Dazai want from me?"
Dazai Osamu smiled, and as always, his true thoughts were hard to tell: "I don't know..."
He easily brushed the subject off with a few words. After a brief silence, he suddenly asked, "Are you really not curious?"
"That's a big secret that will destroy the world if more than two people know it!" Dazai Osamu stared at her eagerly, with a look that almost said 'Ask me, ask me'.
It was obvious at a glance that this was his usual way of teasing Nakahara Chuuya.
If you were to follow Dazai Osamu's question, the answer would definitely be so incoherent that it would make people furious.
Fushimi Kyoji wasn't fooled at all: "Well, then Dazai should keep the secret until he dies peacefully."
Dazai Osamu raised his head, looking weak and ready to vomit at any moment: "Mr. Mori, if you continue to exploit your subordinates at the current rate, you will soon die of overwork."
The player was surprised because Dazai Osamu once said that Mori Ogai was an environmentalist who made the best use of resources.
The other party's behavior style confirms that this is indeed the case.
The tasks released also tend to be so difficult that they will not be unable to solve them at this stage.
Looking at the Central Plains, his aura is becoming more and more apparent, as can be seen from his momentum, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
A direct contrast is Dazai Osamu, who looks like he has been drained of all his energy.
Could it be that you are still busy with other things?
While thinking about the above, the player did not forget to respond to Dazai Osamu.
"Then Dazai's wish has come true."
Dazai Osamu's focus has always been peculiar: "You won't try to persuade me to give up suicide? How cold-hearted."
As he said this, he was still smiling, and there was no sign of being hurt at all.
Rather, it is a very strange image in itself to see someone who has committed suicide by drowning or hanging himself say such things.
Fushimi Kyoki has no idea what to do with mental illness: "I'm not a doctor, so I should really go to Mr. Mori to get treatment, right?"
The player's naive trust in Mori Ogai made Dazai Osamu want to sigh uncontrollably: "Why do you think Mr. Mori cares about my life or death?"
"Yes, I do." Fushimi Kyoji was even more confused than him.
Mori Ogai had previously said in front of the players that he needed Dazai Osamu.
It is obvious that he regards Dazai Osamu as his successor.
Oh, at that time the other party had not yet become the leader of the port mafia.
Players thought that Mori Ogai wanted Dazai Osamu to inherit his clinic.
"Hearing things about Mr. Mori outside of work is a nightmare." Dazai Osamu waved his hands randomly, as if he could disperse the 'Moriya Ogai' that appeared in the conversation.
After doing some childish things, Dazai simply lay down on the ground and put his upper body under the shade of the tree.
"It should still be working hours now." Fushimi Kyoji said uncertainly, and then asked Dazai Osamu, who had already closed his eyes, "Is it okay?"
Dazai Osamu acted as if he didn't hear anything. He turned over and covered his face with his coat, as if he was about to take a nap.
"Ah, I'm so tired, I'll just take a nap here..." Dazai Osamu muttered vaguely.
His vision was shrouded in darkness, but it did not affect his hearing. He could sense someone approaching this side.
Dazai Osamu took the initiative and, before the other party could make a move, he lifted his clothes and complained in a long voice, "It's tiring to be ordered around by Mr. Mori. It's tiring to send the assassination king away. Everything is so taxing. I have to think of a way out. It's rare to have time to sleep."
"Why, are you going to scold me for slacking off during work hours? Are you going to act like a loyal dog to its leader like Chuuya and lecture me?"
The player simply lay down near Dazai Osamu: "Is it comfortable here?"
Fushimi Kyoji smelled the scent of grass and soil, very fresh.
Dazai Osamu's complaints directly reflected his dissatisfaction, as he had always handled his emotions well before.
Did something happen?
Maybe she didn't pay enough attention to some of the plots in the game and missed a lot of content without realizing it.
"If you're an idiot, don't overthink it." As if he could read the player's thoughts, Dazai Osamu said, "Leave the troublesome things alone, someone else will solve them."
"Hmm...if Dazai encounters a problem he can't solve, perhaps he could ask the wise Mr. Mori for help?"
Mori Ogai definitely doesn't fall into the category of 'idiot'.
The player's suggestion made Dazai Osamu's eyes even duller: "Ah, it's Mr. Mori who shouldn't do that..."
After hearing Dazai Osamu's answer, the player's face became solemn.
Could it be that...
She was shocked.
—Is it the rebellious phase!? “Huh? Why?” the player asked, as if seeing a future where the parent-child relationship would break down.
Dazai pretended to think for a moment, then answered without hesitation, "Because Mr. Mori is a scheming control freak."
"However, I finally agree with Mr. Mori's point of view."
He tilted his head, his bandages and clothes stained with dirt and plant juice, but he seemed ready to escape from the emptiness of this world at any moment: "Only by controlling all changes in my hands can I find true peace of mind."
The player stared at him blankly, analyzing the meaning of Dazai Osamu's words.
But the next second, his thoughts were interrupted by a high and familiar voice.
"--Assholes! You guys are slacking off here and leaving me alone to work!?" In the distance, Nakahara Chuuya roared in disbelief.
Dazai Osamu looked even more tired.
"You two, work hard..." Dazai Osamu lowered his eyes and suddenly said this in a tone that was not in line with his style.
"You two! Work hard!" Nakahara Chuuya shouted angrily as he approached.
The player slightly widened his eyes, looked at the furious Nakahara Chuuya, and then looked at Dazai Osamu who had a look of 'as expected' on his face.
Uh-huh?
It’s like... Dazai Osamu knows what Nakahara Chuuya will say.
As Nakahara Chuuya said, if the other two people don't work, he will have more things to be responsible for.
The plan to reprimand his companions was forced to stop.
Whether Nakahara Chuuya came to question him, or just left after making some harsh remarks, Dazai Osamu's reaction was always dull and boring. When Nakahara Chuuya left without doing anything, he let out a long sigh, "If you can predict every development, you'll get bored."
Players immediately understood what he meant: "It's like knowing all the plot details in advance after playing the game."
Dazai Osamu's blinking frequency slowed down and he looked at her silently.
Fushimi Kyoji was completely oblivious: "But normally I don't get to know someone through other means."
Players don't have the habit of looking at guides for any game.
Although there is a possibility of choosing the wrong answer or the wrong option, players do not want to distort their own wishes in order to get a perfect ending.
"When dealing with Dazai, even if I say something wrong or do something annoying, I won't try to find shortcuts."
Dazai knew the player would misunderstand him after just the first few words, but he couldn't help rubbing his arms until the end. "We should be having a deep discussion about how everyone's behavior and words in this world are so easily predictable and boring!"
"and……"
Dazai Osamu was no longer lazy. As if he was afraid of something, he immediately hid a few meters away from the player.
"I'm not—don't be like the characters in those gal games who gain favorability just because you choose the right dialogue."
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