To be honest, if he had a set goal and this place was not his hometown, he would not hesitate to sacrifice the so-called "acquaintances" here if necessary.

This has nothing to do with being cold-blooded or not; it's just a trade-off. Dazai Osamu will not give up his goal for the sake of the "acquaintances" in this world.

Of course, if you really want to say it, when has Dazai Osamu ever been a good person?

Dazai thought about it, his iris-colored eyes darkened, as if he had thought of something. He rolled his eyes and made a nauseous expression.

The Dazai Osamu here is the one who really makes him nauseous. How could a monster evolve into a human just because of a sentence? It was just that the monster learned to disguise itself and put on a layer of fake human skin.

What’s funny is that many people choose to believe in monsters just for the sake of this hypocritical human skin that can be torn with a single poke.

There was a hint of mockery in Dazai's eyes.

He did not judge these people's behavior. After all, no one could guarantee that the monster would not disguise itself forever. Maybe that guy had made such a decision?

The ground began to shake violently with a loud bang, and the aftermath of the battle began to spread from the Skeleton. By the time it reached Dazai, it was just a strong wind.

The strong wind made Dazai's hair messy and his black suit jacket fluttered in the wind. He turned his head back indifferently - Nakahara Chuuya was dirty, as expected.

He thought about it and walked forward.

Well, the Skeleton Fortress is really a nice place with beautiful scenery. I think it must be a great place to commit suicide.

Thinking of this, Dazai moved his gaze left and right. He felt that there were no trees around that he could climb. The places he could climb were too low. With his height of 1.8 meters, he could stand there with green leaves above his head.

So there were no branches that met the requirements, and Dazai sighed with regret.

There is no river nearby, which does not match his idea of ​​a suicide spot at all!

Buried alive... No, no, no, it's been too long and it doesn't fit in with his motto "Clear and vigorous suicide".

Just as Dazai lowered his head and pondered how to take advantage of this opportunity to commit suicide in a clear and energetic manner, the earphones hidden under his hair began to sound again.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Dazai said sullenly, "I will not save that guy."

Sakaguchi Ango, who had just called, was at a loss for words for a moment, but he quickly gathered his thoughts and reorganized his words, saying, "Dazai, Mr. Nakahara is talking nonsense. You know, he believes in you."

"No, he believes in that guy." Dazai squatted down, not caring at all about the white suit jacket falling to the ground. He even stepped on it twice.

"Instead of trying to impress me with that dwarf Chuuya, Ango, why don't you consider my suggestion?" Without waiting for Sakaguchi Ango to continue speaking, Dazai fiddled with a small white wild flower in the weeds, then pinched it off and said.

The voice on the other end of the headset quieted down, and Dazai could only hear the other person's breathing.

His previous proposal -

He suggested that Ango support him, provide him with food and clothing, and that they could be together every day.

In fact, he originally wanted to support Ango, but it was obvious that he was so poor that he couldn't afford to support a triple spy.

"After all, how could I refuse what the sponsor said~" Dazai's voice was particularly lively, like a young boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. Sakaguchi Ango couldn't tell whether he was serious or disgusted with himself.