"Kirihara, go back."
"I'm dead. Going back would be suicide...I don't want to." I said hesitantly, not because I felt guilty, but because I inexplicably thought of the leader Zai who had just returned.
Sadness spreads in my heart, and it gradually changes from Kirihara's feelings to ours.
"What are you talking about?" Zhongya saw something was wrong with me and stood in front of me.
"Where's Akutagawa?" Kurotatsu asked, ignoring Chuuya.
"I'm back...so are you." I straightened my mood and replied.
"I know." He nodded.
I pursed my dry lips and held the dial tightly as if praying.
"You look like you just want to talk to me."
"That's about it." Hei Dun's expression was uneasy, "It seems I should go."
"Um...wait a minute." I called Heidun.
"Um?"
"Forget it, let's go."
Heidun stopped and stared.
At this time, the sunset was almost setting, and the sky was condensed with a dark color like blood clots, falling slowly and sadly.
There was silence in the air, except for a pair of beast-like golden eyes talking to me.
"farewell."
"Never again."
Blacktown took out his claws and pulled out his own heart.
Chuuya covered my eyes at that moment.
"It's okay," I patted Zhongya's hand, "I'm not afraid."
Maybe it took five minutes, or maybe longer, before Chuuya took his hand off.
At this time, the sunset has completely set, along with the absurd performance.
What you have today will never come back.
"I will never forget... today's sunset."
"Kiriyuan..."
"Take me home, Chuuya."
"……good."
…
"Then I'll send it here." Chuuya said.
This place is not far from my home, but the road is tortuous. It is impossible to find the destination of this trip without much effort, so there is no need to worry about my undercover identity being exposed.
Besides, it doesn't matter if it's exposed, it just makes some people less suspicious.
"Let's go." I replied in a low voice, turned around and left.
On the way.
Countless rivers of stars flowed before my eyes, and I accidentally lost my mind.
The scenery has not changed, it is still as beautiful as before.
But now I am no longer the "pure" Si Ye, I am forced to mix with another me.
If everyone is half yin and half yang, then the other person I am must be more yin.
I am no longer a balanced individual.
I smiled bitterly.
I hope that one day, I won’t really betray the detective agency.
When I walked to the door of my house, there were not many people on the street.
The night light seemed to be broken, and a gloomy atmosphere emerged out of thin air. I had to open my eyes wide to barely recognize the road.
The sky full of stars has no effect at all at this moment.
I walked forward numbly, and suddenly everything went dark, and my forehead seemed to hit something hard.
"Sorry." I apologized, but the man looked at me blankly, not like a normal person should react.
There's enough going on today, I don't want to add any more complications. So I lowered my head, staggered my body, and walked towards the corridor.
"Well..." Suddenly, the man seemed to wake up from a dream, and his eagle-like hands clamped onto my upper arm.
I subconsciously turned around and kicked him away, but he couldn't easily use his strength to block it.
The moment they separated, I stepped back a few meters. Kirihara's many years of combat experience told me that this man's strength was definitely no less than that of Kui Atsushi and Shiragakus.
"You are... the killer under the Mafia leader, right?" The man said hesitantly.
I was stunned and replied with a sneer: "Which leader are you talking about?"
"Dazai Osamu."
"Dazai...ji?!"
It was Kirihara who was shocked.
"This person has passed away, and it is useless to talk about it." I don't really want to talk about this topic.
"But you are also dead," the man whispered, "and I...I mean me in this world."
"Who are you?" The moment I asked this question, I already knew the answer.
"Oda Sakunosuke...but your leader seems to prefer to call me Oda Saku."
"Ha..." I covered one eye, involuntarily covered my stomach with the other hand, and arched my body.
Tears fell uncontrollably down the fingers to the ground.
This time it was me who was grieving.
"It's Mr. Oda, have you come to see him?" I didn't look up and suppressed the desire to sob.
"No," Oda's voice revealed surprise, "I'm just here to find you."
"What are you looking for me for? I don't have the qualifications."
"I just came to ask some questions," Oda said, "and you also said that he has passed away."
"No...no no..." I wanted to retort, but I couldn't find a reason.
What should I say? I am too weak in front of the facts.
"Si Yejun, you go with him, it's okay, I will help you..." Dazai said in a muffled voice.
"Yeah." I hummed quietly.
Mr. Dazai's voice sounded sad, which could not be concealed.
"you……"
"I'm not going," Dazai paused, "When the matter is over, you can just send him back."
"Um."
"Don't act without permission, never... just this once, you must listen to me... Kirihara."
Dazai's last two words were spoken very hard, and I instantly understood that they were orders, not requirements.
"I understand... Chief."
"Ah."
The conversation was interrupted with a slight numbing pain.
"Let's go." I nodded.
"I'll lead the way."
…
Lupine.
A bar the size of a badger's nest has few people coming and going, and most of them are regular customers, so it is most suitable as a place for gang transactions or a place for confidential conversations.
"You may have never been here, but this place is still very meaningful to me," Oda sat on a high stool, ordered a cup of coffee with a familiar face, and then turned his eyes to me, "What do you want for breakfast? "
"Hot milk...thank you."
The bartender nodded calmly and didn't ask why we came to the bar without drinking alone.
After ordering the drinks, there was silence.
I turned my head and looked at Oda's profile unabashedly.
I met him once at a different time. That time he was a sword, but he restrained his sharpness.
This time he was an axe. Although he could not decisively take someone's life, his sharp gaze made people dare not think about it.
"Mr. Oda," my lips were dry, and the smell of blood came into my mouth as soon as I spoke, "you seem to know more than me."
"I've outlived you."
"...You know that's not what I'm asking." I raised my eyes and studied the expression of the man in front of me.
Oda chose silence.
"You two..." The bartender brought coffee, milk and a plate of sugar cubes.
I'm grateful that he interrupted this stifling atmosphere.
"I only met your leader once, and it was also the last time," Oda said slowly while drinking coffee. "He told me that he hoped I would live well in that world... He also said that it was the only world with me. .”
As I drank the milk, my hands began to shake.
What did he want to say?
