Chapter 33

22:20

The ship is grand and luxurious, with spacious corridors and exquisite carvings. It must have been temporarily converted from a cruise ship.

Blood mixed with water flowed along the wet pendant, drop by drop, falling into the thick carpet and slowly spreading a circle of wet marks.

Gongye Shengliang walked very slowly with his eyes downcast. He had to hold on to the wall with one hand to give himself some support so as not to fall down.

The other hand clutched the cloth in front of his chest. It was a meaningless action, just a consolation, like holding on to a piece of driftwood tightly in a dark storm.

A man came out from the corner, wearing a uniform and holding a tool box. He looked like an employee on the ship. He was startled when he saw the person in the corridor, his muscles tensed up, he lowered his head in anger and dared not speak, and muttered - "Miss Teng."

Gongye Shengliang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and without looking at the other person, he said "hmm" softly.

In the eyes of the employee, the long-haired, red-lipped woman sneered arrogantly and continued to admire the bright red manicure on her hands at a leisurely pace. He glanced at the woman's back with anger and fear, and trotted away.

This is impossible.

Because it is impossible.

Now, the woman named "Teng" sat on the gallows in his place, and it was unknown whether she was alive or dead among the withered flowers and petals created by supernatural powers.

The pain came not only from the woman's means, but more from the special ability that had been locked in his memory. Every time he used it, he was tortured. The system's pain shielding was ineffective against this. This was a reminder and a warning.

A reminder that this extraordinary power is not to be taken for granted, a warning that one day he will destroy himself.

Before walking out of the torture chamber, Gongye Shengliang hastily conducted a few experiments. The results sounded very absurd, but when he thought about the subtle inconsistencies that had been ignored before, all the problems suddenly became clear.

——Whatever he wants will come true in an instant.

The premise is that this matter is impossible under the rules of common sense.

For example, you can make a room full of money appear out of an empty room, but you can't make a lottery ticket win because the latter is a low probability but still possible.

In other words, it is the exact opposite of a "book" whose content must conform to cause and effect.

But the biggest difference between his ability and the "book" is the carrier. The "book" has no subjective consciousness, and anyone who gets it can do whatever they want; but the supernatural power is imprisoned in the body of "Kunino Mutsu", as long as he doesn't want it, this ability is no more than a piece of waste paper to others.

The previous leaders, Mori, Dazai, and Fyodor, all seemed to know something about it, and he was the only one who was kept in the dark.

...So, the chances of everyone surviving the cave explosion are so small that they are considered "impossible"?

Due to time constraints, Kono Seiryoshi has not yet experimented to find out the specific limitations and side effects of this ability. But one thing is certain: after figuring out this law, he felt his spirit suddenly lighten as if the shackles were unlocked.

It's so light that I can hardly catch it. I might as well be in handcuffs.

The rose created by the woman was still swirling around him, constantly devouring his vitality, and he had no way of untangling it - perhaps it was because it was connected to his flesh and blood and he could not identify it, or perhaps it was simply judged to be a possible event, or perhaps he could no longer use his supernatural powers.

Not very important.

The extent to which his abilities can be realized should be related to his spirit and the difficulty of the event. He is now at the end of his rope and can only modify reality to a small extent, such as temporarily changing how he appears to others.

As for how to escape from this cruise ship with copper walls and iron fortifications, Kono Seiryoshi was not completely clueless, but even if he left, where could he go?

What he is looking for now is the trump card that allows Oikawa to leave Yokohama without fear.

It wasn't because he was loyal to the port mafia, but it was a habit. He wasn't a vindictive person, but he wouldn't allow himself to return empty-handed after wasting so much time and energy. This belief supported him as he entered each secret room.

A cruise ship is not a cargo ship. Even if it is loaded with gold, silver and treasures, it is just a drop in the bucket for the assets of the Zhonghui. Their "business", trading partners, hidden lines, keys, and real account books are more valuable intelligence that is enough to make everyone on the ship risk their lives.

Fortunately, he didn't meet a second person along the way, otherwise Gongye Shengliang didn't know if he could get away with it. He was in severe pain all over his body, and what was more dangerous was that his mental strength was about to run out.

He used the black rope to unlock the fingerprints of Oikawa that he had traced from above, and finally he could no longer support himself and stumbled to the ground.

...found it.

22:40

There was a sudden noise outside.

The pungent smell of smoke, the strong smell of blood, and the salty smell of the sea breeze.

The sound of breaking glass, burning flames, and crying for mercy.

These mixed noises became louder and closer, forcing Gongye Shengliang to open his eyes again.

The only object he could see clearly was the rose. He looked at it for a long time before he could see some signs of listless wilting at the edges of the petals.

He could feel his body getting cold from losing too much blood, and his limbs were twitching uncontrollably, but because he had no strength, the twitching here should have been about the same strength as eyelid spasm to others.

He reached out and grasped the thorn of the rose. The pain made his dilated pupils clear for a moment. With this brief period of restored consciousness, Gongye Shengliang grabbed the falling curtain.

Grab, exert force, fail, grab again.

After repeating this several times, he finally leaned against the cold wall.

The door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang, and the sea breeze mixed with billowing black smoke rushed in.

Someone walked in.

The smoke penetrated into the nasal cavity, and the fragile mucous membrane of the respiratory tract could not withstand the irritation, but Kono Seiryoshi no longer had the strength to even cough. His head tilted, and his body, which had finally leaned against the wall, fell uncontrollably again.

However, just a second before his blood-stained body touched the ground, he fell into a familiar warm embrace.

Gongye Shengliang's eyelashes trembled, and he tried his best to open his eyes, but there was still confusion in front of him.

There is a thick color that is particularly clear in the dim vision.

There was someone acting as his support, and his movements were extremely careful, as if he was trying to save a bubble that was about to burst, but he still inevitably touched the wound on his body, and Gongye Shengliang's fingers trembled reflexively.

That person's body was shaking even more violently than his.

The suppressed and disordered breathing was hot and sprinkled in his ears.

He was so exhausted that his spirit seemed to have sunk into a swamp, unable to escape. His long eyelashes half-hid his unfocused golden eyes, and Gongye Shengliang grabbed the rose with his last bit of strength.

The delicate pistil was crushed, and the bright red juice and blood coagulated in the palm of the hand.

The chip hidden between the rose's folds fell with a click and was caught tightly by someone.

Before his consciousness completely fell into chaos, Gongye Shengliang seemed to hear a familiar voice, as if it was wrapped in a ball of ice wrapped in anger, and it was on the verge of exploding with every word.

The voice said: "All, all - destroyed."

23:20

"Dazai."

Hearing his friend's voice, the black-haired boy's body stiffened reflexively at first, then relaxed.

He turned around abruptly, the arc of his black coat fluttering in the wind even seemed a little anxious, "Odasaku." The illusory mist in Dazai Osamu's iris-colored eyes quickly disappeared, and was filled with real joy again, "Successful, right?" It's all over, too, right?

"The people have been rescued." However, Oda Sakunosuke did not show any joy when he said this. His expression was completely different from Dazai Osamu's. It was a kind of anger suppressed by reason, which made his deep blue eyes present a cold light. "The situation is not optimistic."

According to the news from the front, those who resisted were killed, and those who begged for mercy were all taken prisoner. The mastermind tried to escape but was betrayed by his men and was caught red-handed.

It was a near effortless victory for the Port Mafia, were it not for the fact that the subject of the mission was nearly dead.

Oda Sakunosuke could not describe how he felt when he heard the news, and now he had to continue to convey all of this to another person cruelly.

He forced himself to suppress the anger in his chest, noticed the black-haired boy's face suddenly turned pale, walked up to his friend, patted his shoulder, and comforted him silently.

——No.

It shouldn't be like this.

Dazai Osamu was sure that he was now so calm that he could review the entire incident in an orderly manner.

He delayed the rescue for an hour, which was the best time he had carefully calculated. It would not only dispel Mori Owl's doubts, but would also not have any impact on the situation.

The youngest prospective leader of the Port Mafia is used to manipulating people's hearts and mercilessly exploiting the dark side of human nature. After receiving the intelligence, Dazai Osamu almost instantly understood that Zhonghui had someone to rely on, but this reliance was not unconditional, and the key to maintaining the balance was the safety of the hostages.

The problem is... the hostages.

The chill that suddenly came over Dazai Osamu engulfed him.

...What kind of mood was he in when he put himself to death?

Standing at the peak of evil at a young age, he would be so sensitive, shrewd, and wise that he would be almost a monster. No one who is an enemy of Osamu Dazai would not be afraid of his mind.

He had planned everything except this.

What Mori Ogai said was right, Kono Seiryoshi was very smart, but this intelligence was beyond their control.

Since Mori Ogai was able to instigate things from behind the scenes and Dazai Osamu would seek to check and balance it, there was no reason why another person would not take advantage of the situation and put himself in danger.

But...why?

Didn't we agree to survive?

Dazai Osamu looked at his best friend beside him in confusion. Only at this moment did he reveal the fact that he was still just a teenager.

Oda Sakunosuke was unable to respond to his gaze, so he just shook his head and whispered, "It's not your fault."

Dazai closed his eyes and swayed, "No... it's my fault."

The black-haired boy straightened his back, stretched out his legs which were numb from standing, and walked silently into the darkness.

23:55

The distance for sea rescue is too far, and they can't come back in a short time. In order to avoid being targeted by the authorities, they will not make too much noise.

When he came to his senses, Dazai Osamu found himself standing under the building of the port mafia.

People came in and out one after another, and when they saw him, they bowed nervously and timidly, but no one got a response.

Dazai Osamu felt as if his soul was torn into two halves, one part was still analyzing the current situation rationally as usual, while the other was shouting something like a madman.

The shouting was too confusing for him to hear.

As he stood there, a familiar car finally came into view.

When Nakahara Chuuya walked over, a gust of wind blew up, which was particularly ominous.

"Get lost."

The boy's blue eyes, which usually seemed full of anger and shame, were now frozen without any emotion.

He was holding a person in his arms, as quiet as an unconscious doll, covered in blood and tears.

From Dazai Osamu's angle, he could only see a small section of the snow-white chin.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Nakahara Chuuya no longer wasted his time and energy on Dazai Osamu and walked around him and went in.

After the chaos and noise, the downstairs returned to its usual tranquility.

Only one person remained in the darkness.

The night was bleak, with no stars or moon in sight. The grey smog blurred the outlines of the sky and the city, leaving only an indissoluble void.

The clock struck midnight, and this long day finally came to an end.