It is winter now. The biting cold wind is blowing through the streets, but there is a hint of warmth in the shops on the street.

The sun is hidden behind the smoky clouds, but continues to illuminate the world with its light.

A man with burgundy hair and wearing a sand-colored windbreaker opened the door of a small roadside tavern and looked inside.

Jazz music was playing in the store, and the drum beats of the music echoed softly in this small store.

His gaze passed the wall that was stained with tobacco smoke and fell on a young man with fluffy hair who was sitting at the bar in the store. He was wearing the same windbreaker as him.

The young man seemed to sense something. He gently put down the glass in his hand and turned to look over here.

A familiar yet unfamiliar burgundy color fell into his iris-colored eyes.

Dazai Osamu felt that he might have had a false and beautiful dream today.

Otherwise, why would he see his best friend who had died many years ago now standing in the store they used to frequent, with a relaxed aura, as if he had just got off work?

Dazai Osamu blinked his eyes, and then he smiled sweetly and said in a sticky tone, "Odasaku——!"

The man whose name was called was stunned for a moment.

A long time ago, his name seemed to have been punctuated in this way, and it seemed that there was only one person who had this unique way of punctuation.

But that person...

The man raised his head, his burgundy hair trembling with his movements. His eyes were fixed accurately on the young man not far away, and his eyes quickly changed from calm to alert.

He quickly pulled out his gun, not caring about the crowd that suddenly became noisy around him. He just looked at the young man and said, "I think I should have said that I have no reason to be called that by the enemy."

Is his enemy.

The young man seemed to be stunned for a moment, with a look of astonishment that he could not hide at all.

Afterwards, Oda Sakunosuke saw him smiling again, with an upward curve on his face, but he seemed even sadder than the person who was crying bitterly.

He was very familiar with this expression, because on that day, the young man used that expression to beg him not to shoot in this store.

So, don't shoot in this store?

Oda Sakunosuke hesitated for a moment, put down the cold gun in his hand, and said to the young man with beautiful iris eyes, "Leave here, I won't shoot here."

Dazai looked at him and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he quickly closed his lips again, quietly walked around him and left the store.

As he passed by the door, the young man raised his hand and grasped his wrist.

Oda Sakunosuke subconsciously shook off his touch, and the young man was pushed a few steps away by him.

It didn't disappear...it's not a supernatural power.

Dazai Osamu simply didn't know whether he should be happy or sad. He was a man who was once regarded by Ranpo Edogawa, the core of the Armed Detective Agency, as a man that even he couldn't see through. Now he also felt confused.

His best friend who had died was standing in front of him alive, wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, exuding a leisurely and peaceful aura - that seemed to be the dream his best friend had once talked about.

Has that simple dream been fulfilled?

However, he also felt a certain unfamiliarity with him that could not be ignored.

So, are they in the other world actually enemies...?

"Odasaku, are you coming to the Armed Detective Agency?" Dazai Osamu finally stopped at the door of the store, turned around, and the back of his windbreaker, which was the same style as Odasakunosuke's, drew a beautiful arc behind him. "In your world, you are a member of the Detective Agency."

Dazai Osamu could easily see the fate of Oda Sakunosuke in another world. He was different from Oda Sakunosuke in this world.

He didn't become a member of the Port Mafia... or befriend them, he probably adopted some kids and lived a plain and simple life.

Perhaps he also wrote novels.

Dazai Osamu lowered his eyes slightly, his dark eyelashes blocking his iris-colored eyes with a sticky honey color, and a few strands of black hair fell down and landed on his fair cheeks.

Soon, he narrowed his eyes and said in a voice that seemed to be filled with honey, "Odasaku, don't you want to go and take a look?"

The burgundy-haired man put away his gun. His hair curled up into a ball, seemingly a little tangled, but his face remained as indifferent as ever.

"Ah, so that's it," Oda Sakunosuke nodded, his hair moving up and down with his movements, a kind of indescribable funny feeling, "Then I'll have to go and see it."

He naturally accepted the theory of parallel worlds.

"Great!" The young man raised his arms and cheered like a child, and suddenly a childish expression like that of a teenager appeared on his face.

"Is this something to be happy about?" Oda Sakunosuke suddenly asked.

The young man paused unexpectedly, then ignored the normal social distance, got very close to Oda Sakunosuke, and said seriously, "Yes, Oda Sakunosuke!"

Without waiting for Oda Sakunosuke to answer him, he flew to the other side of Oda Sakunosuke like a little bird, and said in an excited tone like a young boy who got his favorite toy, "Oda Sakunosuke, I listened to you and came to the rescue. Isn't it great?"

"Also, I have improved the hard tofu 6.0! It is a new type of hard tofu that can be used to commit suicide without breaking," the young man chattered with sparkling eyes as he shared with him what he thought was interesting.

Oda Sakunosuke listened in silence, and suddenly he felt that such a scene seemed to have happened before after that time in the tavern.

But he had no specific impression at all.

Is it a supernatural power?

Oda Sakunosuke listened to the young man's excited voice and thought about it for a moment in confusion.

"Odasaku--!" The young man suddenly changed the subject again, "I finally dismantled the mute bullet! I was so happy that I could even put aside my plans of entering the water!"