The fog became thicker and thicker, and the entire Yokohama was shrouded in fog, making this already mysterious and dangerous city even more quiet.

The young man with owl eyes had just met the person he wanted to meet, and he was in a very happy mood. When he walked, he looked like a fluttering bird, which made him look even more playful.

At this time, those people with special abilities are most likely still fighting with their own special abilities - and the majority of them may have died, but of course, only a minority may have died.

After all, who can explain this kind of thing clearly?

Dazai thought, his steps brisk but aimless.

He didn't know how long he walked, and he had nowhere to go anyway, but it seemed that his luck was good - he met... Izumi Kyoka, who killed thirty-five people, and Nakajima Atsushi.

The reason why Nakajima Atsushi is not given a prefix here is certainly not because he discriminates against Nakajima Atsushi, but because the Nakajima Atsushi here does not seem to have the nicknames he has there.

There is no such thing as the White Death.

Well, look what he saw. A confused little tiger.

It seems like he is completely unable to reconcile with himself——what a pity.

Dazai thought about it, but he secretly changed his route.

Well, he realized that this was a hurdle that Nakajima Atsushi had to overcome - he had to cross it by himself, not like their "White Death" who kicked it over violently.

What's more, it seems that Atsushi Jun there has serious psychological problems.

Dazai pretended to think about it for a while, but finally had to admit that three years was indeed too short.

He had no time to provide psychological counseling to his so-called subordinate, and at that time he was thinking that if he died, he would send Nakajima Atsushi to the Armed Detective Agency - along with Izumi Kyoka.

After all, in his opinion, the Armed Detective Agency is indeed a more suitable place for these people.

As for someone like him who is physically and mentally broken, of course he can only stay in the Port Mafia.

Of course, this statement excludes Mori Ou and the short guy Nakahara Chuuya.

Of course, people like Mori Ogai, the ultimate office slave who is a city-loving person, and Nakahara Chuuya, a black slug whose brain is only about muscles, cannot be counted as human beings.

Nakahara Chuuya and Mori Ougai, who didn't realize they had been removed from the human category, sneezed.

Dazai, who was about to sneak away from Nakajima Atsushi's sight, stopped when he was suddenly yelled at by Nakajima Atsushi.

This heart-wrenching roar... made him start to wonder what Izumi Kyoka had done to let him down.

Just kidding.

Dazai stopped, straightened his clothes, put on the leather shoes provided for him by Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, and walked slowly and steadily to Nakajima Atsushi.

The silver-haired boy saw a pair of leather shoes in front of him, and looked up along the straight and slender legs, and saw the familiar face of Dazai. Although the emotions in the iris-colored eyes were not the ones he was familiar with, he did not care.

The young man sat up hurriedly as if he had found his savior, and looked at Dazai with his purple-gold eyes with complete trust, his voice trembling unnaturally, "Mr. Dazai... I killed the supernatural power..."

Dazai looked at him, his iris-colored eyes were cold. Compared to the current Dazai Osamu of the Armed Detective Agency, he was more like the Dazai Osamu in the absolute dark ages - that is, the Dazai Osamu when he was still an officer of PrtMAFIA.

He is Dazai Osamu who did not walk towards the light.