Chapter 9
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【Memory Supplement 1】
Three years ago, the former leader of the Port Mafia died suddenly of illness. The leader's personal physician, Mori Ou, took advantage of his will and took over the position by thunderous means.
The whole Yokohama was in turmoil, and the Port Mafia was in chaos. Mori Ogai was busy dealing with the intensified conflicts with various organizations and was unable to do anything else. The 14-year-old Dazai Osamu was temporarily left in the Port Mafia as a witness to the succession.
As a teenager, Dazai Osamu had already shown his potential to become a troublemaker in the future. However, at that time, he had not yet discovered the famous book "Complete Suicide Manual", and he had to figure out how to commit suicide on his own.
One day, he suddenly had an idea to see the horrific torture methods used by the port mafia according to the legend - maybe he could get inspiration for suicide from it. Of course, he would think in the opposite direction.
The dungeon was strictly off-limits to outsiders, but Dazai Osamu's visit went very smoothly, thanks to the then Chief of the Interrogation Department.
This minister, to put it nicely, is a man of great insight into current affairs, but to put it bluntly, he is a strong fence-sitter. He recognized Dazai Osamu's identity and determined that the latter was the new leader's confidant. He was almost eager to show his loyalty to the new leader and did not hesitate to use his authority to open the door to convenience.
In this way, Dazai Osamu met Mutsutomu who was locked in the BDSM room.
It's not that I paid much attention to it, but after seeing hundreds of faces of despair, collapse, or cursing in just twenty minutes, the only quiet figure seemed very abrupt.
He was out of tune with everyone here, and in the dim light of the oil lamp, he looked hazy. The boy's eyelids were half-closed, and his gilded pupils were staring at somewhere without any cloudiness.
Like a flower thrown into the mud, but still stubbornly refuses to rot.
Dazai Osamu's eyes paused for a moment.
The accompanying mafia members didn't notice that his attention had been drawn to them, and continued to explain: "...some of the hostages only made minor mistakes. If the leader doesn't pursue them, they will be released soon. Of course, there are some severe punishments--"
Dazai interrupted him, "What about him?"
The subordinate was startled and followed his line of sight. When he saw who he was referring to, he was speechless. After a long while, he stammered, "That person... He was a supernatural criminal brought back by the previous generation. However, the previous generation died of illness before he could be interrogated."
Recalling the true cause of death of the previous leader, a hint of sneer flashed across Dazai Osamu's dark eyes.
His steps deviated from the original direction, and he stopped only when he was only a fist away from the cage. Dazai Osamu leaned down, and in the background of the slightly panicked "Dazai-sama...!" of his subordinates beside him, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you are so quiet because you think you will be released soon, your hope may be in vain."
"Of course, I don't want to get this answer either." The young man's clear voice was wrapped in a smile, but what he said was very different from the smile on his face, "Violence and death, instinct and desire, wailing and roaring... This place is like hell, right?"
"——Please, can you tell me how you feel in hell?"
The man in the room moved. When he turned his head, Dazai realized that his expression was as still as a pool of stagnant water.
"How do you tell whether it's the human world or hell?" The boy crooked his eyes. Only those who looked him in the eye knew that there was no smile in his eyes. "What difference does it make whether you're alive or dead?"
"It's a proposition worth discussing." Dazai Osamu also smiled, "Since there is no difference, how about I give you a ride?"
The subordinates beside him suddenly widened their eyes.
He didn't understand what the two were talking about, but he could tell the topic was getting more and more dangerous, so he had to bite the bullet and remind Dazai: "Dazai-sama, this person's situation is more difficult. If you want to deal with it... it's better to ask the leader for instructions."
When he heard the word "leader", Dazai frowned childishly and stood up suddenly, feeling bored. When he was about to leave the room, the boy behind him suddenly called him.
"Dazai."
The boy who was chained in handcuffs stared at him calmly, his empty eyes reflecting things again, "If you wish, I can give you this gift."
Gift...does it mean the "gift for you" that I just mentioned casually?
What an arrogant promise.
"...Is that so?" Dazai Osamu muttered to himself and laughed briefly, "Then I will just wait without any expectation."
The door of the □□ room closed again, as if separating two worlds, and the room returned to darkness.
Under the flattering smile of the director of the Interrogation Division, Dazai Osamu curled his lips, and his friendly appearance made the former secretly happy. He did not see that the black-haired boy who slowly left typed a short sentence in the text message: "Unqualified."
Later, the management of the Port Mafia was replaced, and the former Chief of the Interrogation Department accidentally died in the gang overthrow. Power was superimposed, and blood and sin covered the pages of the book with traces of the victors.
A trivial episode was also buried in the darkness of Yokohama.
But Dazai Osamu still clearly remembers the night he came out of the basement. The moon above his head looked like it had bled dry, and it was pale and scary.
--
early morning.
About three minutes passed from the time he was woken up to the time he reluctantly opened his eyes. Amid the continued hysterical ringing of the phone, Dazai Osamu slowly raised his upper body and yawned lazily.
His dark curly hair was puffy, the untied bandage was messy, and his face was dark, obviously he hadn't gotten enough sleep. No one in the Port Mafia with eyes would disturb him at this time.
It happened that what woke him up was the alarm he set yesterday, leaving him with no place to vent his anger.
After turning off the alarm, Dazai Osamu threw his phone aside, frowned and rubbed his head, his movements suddenly becoming hesitant.
He seemed to be dreaming about something that happened a long time ago... Was it because he was too busy these past two days?
It must be because I didn’t have enough fun jumping into the river yesterday, and I had to report to Mr. Mori early this morning about the completion of the mission... It’s boring.
He blamed all the abnormalities on others without any psychological burden, pushed open the bedroom door, and his casual eyes inevitably paused when they touched a place.
The other person downstairs had left at some point, and the few pieces of furniture had not even been moved, exactly the same as he remembered when he returned to the apartment late at night before.
...Dazai Osamu suddenly felt a little regretful for throwing his cell phone upstairs.
How heartless! He didn't even say good morning to the room owner in person. It's so rare for him to be kind.
The black-haired boy's already unhappy expression was shrouded in even more gloom. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his empty stomach growled at an inopportune time.
He sighed in despair, muttered "Life is so troublesome", and went downstairs to the kitchen to find food.
As soon as I opened the refrigerator, the canned food that was originally used as food storage disappeared, and was replaced by a bright yellow note paper——
"Mr. Dazai, I threw away the expired canned food for you╰ ( ≧▽≦ )╭There's breakfast in the microwave, just heat it up!
The broken faucet is a bit difficult to repair, so let's get a new one╮（╯＿╰）╭
PS: I slept so deeply last night that I didn’t hear the cat meowing, where’s Mr. Dazai?”
“…I didn’t sleep.”
Dazai Osamu held the note in his hand and let out a faint laugh.
There were ham and egg sandwiches and basil and plum rice balls in the microwave, and a cup of coffee and miso soup in a thermos bag on top of the stove. The Western breakfast should be the signature of the restaurant on the main road, but he had never seen the Japanese breakfast.
Dazai Osamu took out the food and put it on the table, and had an invisible eye contest with the rice ball in the lead. In the end, it was unknown who won, and the creature with arms finally moved and tore open the oil paper wrapped around the rice ball.
With the warm food still filling his hungry stomach, he didn't even notice that the haze on his face gradually faded away, and the sunlight fell into his iris-colored eyes, reflecting a color as bright as the blue sky outside the window.
--
Sitting in his office, Kono Seiyoshi could hear the words on the screen flashing in front of him. He tried to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were heavier than lead.
He was awakened by being frozen this morning. Although he was a little dizzy, he was still clear-headed and prepared breakfast for Dazai Osamu as a thank-you gift. Unexpectedly, he had just worked on the computer for a while in the morning and couldn't even focus.
Kono Seiryoshi rubbed his temple with one hand and took a sip of coffee listlessly.
…It’s no use.
He collapsed heavily on the chair, his hand against his forehead, and was in a daze for a while, then he realized belatedly that he was not fighting alone.
"System," Kono Seiryoshi stared at the ceiling without being able to focus, and asked weakly, "Can you help me check my body data? Was I bitten by some mutant bug last night? I feel like I'm about to evolve. I feel so uncomfortable."
[No,] the ball of light quickly jumped out, and said politely, [You just have a fever.]
Seira Kono: "…………"
He opened the system interface in disbelief and fell into deep thought when he saw the 38.7℃ temperature column.
Kouno Seiryoshi: "...Isn't it me who jumped into the river yesterday?"
Light Ball: [No.]
Kouno Seiryoshi: "Then I didn't get caught in the rain yesterday, did I?"
Light Ball: [No.]
Kono Seiyoshi: "...So I got a fever after just ten minutes of cool breeze?"
[The data shows that this is not the only thing. I have spent too much energy on work in the past period of time, and my fatigue level has been rising. It just exploded now.]
When talking about serious matters, the light ball suddenly became serious: [The best thing to do now is to get a bottle of water and sleep. You will be back to normal after two or three days of rest. However, your physical condition will still decline, so please pay attention to your health at all times.]
Kono Seiryoshi: “…” It was the first time that he felt how suffocating it was to have such a weak physique. Although his physique was also weak before, it was not so severe that he would fall down if blown by a cold wind.
In the few seconds he was communicating with the system, once his body realized that he was getting sick, it immediately stopped working. As soon as he stood up, the scenery in his field of vision began to spin, and his legs were so weak that he almost fell back into his seat. Gongye Shengliang quickly supported his desk with both hands, and his slightly panting breath brought a hot feeling.
He shook his head to try to stay awake, slowed his breathing, and slowly walked out of the office.
The door of the medical department inside the Port Mafia building was not too far from here. Kono Seiryoshi compared the location with his memory, and even in his daze he did not forget to be optimistic that he could still hold on.
However, the next second after turning the corner, he knew what the contradiction between ideal and reality was.
His body suddenly lost strength and his consciousness fell into darkness.
…
"...Hello? Are you okay? Hang in there..."
After an unknown amount of time, Gongye Shengliang seemed to hear someone calling him, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he could not make any sound.
It seems like it would be nice to sleep like this...
He thought so dimly.
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