Oda woke up in a daze in the middle of the night.
He looked at the sleeping boy next to him, feeling dazed for a while.
The boy's name is Watanabe Siye.
If you look at it separately, Watanabe is a very common surname, and Si Ye is also a common name.
But the combination is different. It is a skin compiled by a killer for himself.
Even though Dazai had given a detailed and reassuring explanation, Oda still couldn't completely let go of his guard.
So he never slept well, just like now, he woke up in the middle of the night.
There were no nightmares, no special circumstances, just a feeling of uncertainty.
Dong dong dong——
The glass seemed to be knocked by someone.
Oda didn't look back.
There is a tree outside the window of this house. When the wind passes by, its branches will hit the window.
It must be the same this time.
Dong dong dong——dong dong dong——
The sounds are getting denser.
Oda listened carefully.
No, there is no sound of wind outside the window, someone is knocking on the window!
Oda stood up quietly without waking Si Ye. He walked towards the window step by step, and finally opened the curtain.
A face that he was very familiar with appeared in front of him with a smile: "Good evening, Oda-kun~"
"It's Dazai," Oda looked hesitantly, "Why did you suddenly visit?"
"Because there is something very important, very important," Dazai made a silent gesture, "Oda-kun, come out of the window, it's okay...Xiao Siye? Just let him continue to sleep."
Oda looked at the ghostly man in front of him and felt powerless.
It would definitely be impossible not to go, thinking, Oda opened the window and climbed out.
The boy in the room just smacked his lips and didn't notice everything happening around him.
Outside the house, everything is quiet. The occasional bird chirping was only intimidated by the sound of the two walking around. Their tall figures were projected on the ground, turning into squirming slime like monsters.
The two walked side by side for a long time without knowing each other, and in the end they couldn't tell who broke the silence first.
"Ahem." They both coughed at the same time.
Dazai blinked in surprise, showing an expression full of boyish joy, but was then covered by the shadow of the building.
By the time the two of them walked under the streetlight again, Dazai had already lowered his head to take something out of his pocket and had no time to see clearly.
"Hey, Oda-kun~" Dazai took out two photos from his pocket. Oda took them and took a look, and his expression suddenly changed.
Probably due to an unknown tacit understanding, although the two of them didn't say anything, they had already made the same decision in unison.
Oda closed his eyes, thinking about the photo just now.
The first photo is of a rose-red fountain pen. Because the color is rare, it only takes one glance for Oda to remember it firmly.
But unfortunately, this impressive glance happened to be seen in the hands of that man.
Asagiri Kafka.
The second photo is of Oda himself.
In the dim light, his expression looked tense. Keen eyes stare at the camera, sharp edges and corners.
"It's not me." Oda said.
"Of course," Dazai nodded, "This person's final destination is Si Yejun's residence. I guess he will be a perfect replacement for you tomorrow morning."
After hearing this, Oda snorted coldly.
"He is still far from replacing me completely."
"When teachers come from the same sect, it's not certain who will win or lose." Dazai smiled and shook his head.
After hearing this, Oda's eyes widened for a moment: "I understand."
"You will stay in my guest room tonight," Dazai raised the key in his hand, "Then we will go on the real mission~"
"Haha." Oda laughed dryly.
Two sets of handwriting to prevent sudden betrayal of chess pieces.
Oda rubbed his fingertips, but he didn't think that a person like that would let such a hidden danger take root.
Maybe everyone except Dazai is a pawn.
The chess player always has the overall situation in hand.
…
—Ha~
The young man breathed a sigh of relief.
Maybe he even stretched his waist.
-Woke up? It's time to go.
Oda's brows jumped. This was his voice, but it was another chess piece.
Dazai listened carefully and listened with Oda to what the monitor heard.
"You are breaking the law...forget it." Seeing Dazai turn off the monitor, Oda understood that the important content had passed.
He was about to warn, but then he stopped and rubbed his eyebrows.
Dazai smiled proudly: "Now we are steadily walking on two parallel timelines."
"Kirihara is in some ways alone." Oda tapped the table with his fingertips.
"Ah...but he is very strong, isn't he? Besides, he prefers others to call him Si Ye." Dazai reminded.
"Sorry, I can't change it at the moment."
"Then, let's go~" Dazai jumped up from the tatami.
He skillfully took out the pistol from the hidden compartment on the wall, loaded the bullets, and jumped to the ground leisurely.
"I haven't had breakfast, and I feel so exhausted~ I'll rely on you then, Oda-kun~" Dazai knocked on Oda's chest with his fist.
Oda sighed and followed Dazai's pace.
…
The sky is not gray, it is even a little clear with white clouds floating leisurely.
But this is not a literary work, and it cannot perfectly explain Oda's mental journey.
"We're here." Oda saw Dazai pointing at a small hole that could only fit a large dog.
"Is this?" Oda felt the corners of his mouth twitching.
"A necessary key~" Dazai blinked.
As he said that, Dazai kicked the dog hole hard several times with his foot.
"Hey, hey-" Dazai shouted loudly, attracting the attention of many people on the roadside.
To Oda's own expectation, he didn't say anything to stop him in embarrassment, but stared at the hole with half expectancy.
"Don't make any noise!" A man with a disheveled head came out of the hole.
Oda forced himself to jump away from where he was.
"Hey~" Dazai hummed with a smile and grabbed his chin with his bare hands.
In an instant, the scene in front of Oda changed. The street scene on the roadside instantly transformed into desolate ruins, and passers-by were replaced by boulders.
"This is," Oda's eyes widened, "You are... Kafka Asagiri!"
"Tsk, a person with superpowers who nullifies superpowers?" Asagiri ignored Oda and stared directly at Dazai with a pair of numb eyes.
Under such pressure, Dazai greeted cheerfully: "Good morning~"
"Not good." Chao Wu responded in a muffled voice.
"Oh ho ho ho~ It's true, it's true," Dazai's dark pupils glanced at Oda, "Please hold my hand before you chop off this evil man's head~"
Oda raised his eyebrows, but still held Dazai's hand.
Then he took out the pistol he carried.
A gunshot echoed through the messy ruins, and blood was like the setting sun in the daytime.
"Is this the end?" Oda let go of his hand and asked in disbelief.
"Of course not. The real conspirators are more than just cunning rabbits." Dazai stood up, with a look that could not be described as leisurely.
"Where is Si Ye?" Oda asked.
"He will deal with one of them," Dazai clapped his hands and turned to leave, "Then, he will wait for some people to fall into the trap~"
"You made it too clear." Oda couldn't help but said angrily as he followed Dazai.
Dazai stopped, turned his head and smiled slyly, putting his index finger on his lips, making a silencing gesture.
After Oda saw it clearly, he felt his heart tightening, his vision went dark, and he fainted.
