Three days later, I came to the scene wearing work clothes and pretending to be an ordinary worker.
I didn't need to wait and see to guess that there would be an ambush by the detective agency here.
But as the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I firmly believe that they will do nothing to me.
Soon, the ceremony began. Anda Kuangao appeared in formal attire, trimmed his beard, and looked dignified. I followed the crowd and applauded, and amid the commotion I vaguely heard workers nearby cursing.
I thought with shame: If I hadn't come today, I'm afraid these wouldn't be your last words in this world.
But when I think about it, their reaction is not unreasonable. After all, the good fortune the senior executives want is obtained at the expense of their day's wages.
If it were me, I would also feel resentful.
Anda Kuangao's speech ended quickly. After a lot of courtesy, he took the detonator grandly and called it "the last firecracker."
However, the moment he was about to press the button, several figures rushed out in an instant and became entangled together.
In this way, after the scene was quiet for a second, the chatter became even louder.
Looking back at the two groups of people, one is the homing pigeon and the other is Butei.
But I stood still, using myself as a trump card.
At this time, I felt someone tap my shoulder.
I was startled and turned around, relieved when I saw it was Dazai.
"Why don't you go?" he asked with a clear smile.
"What about you? You're not going either." I frowned.
"Because we will definitely lose," Dazai suppressed his smile, "We are only going to reveal our trump card, there is no point."
Although I was surprised, I then thought that the person who said this was Dazai, so I stayed silent and turned to look at the overall situation.
Sure enough, although on the surface it seemed that Butei had the upper hand due to his strong offensive, at this moment Adachi's tall figure had already disappeared into the sea of fleeing people.
"Where is he?" I asked. After knowing that I would lose, I felt much calmer.
"Lock the door. I guess when the building explodes and green smoke comes out, our poor little white rabbits will find that they can't escape~" Dazai put his pocket in and said proudly.
"Oh," I rolled my eyes, "You said I was changing clothes here, would anyone notice?"
Dazai's dark eyes widened: "What?"
"It's okay, I just feel like I'm conspicuous if I don't take two steps in this outfit."
Dazai was overjoyed, and just as he was about to say something, he heard a loud thunder-like sound, and the world fell into silence.
He dragged me forward resolutely in the huge wave of silence.
Finally, after a while, there was a sound. I covered my chest and suppressed the electric sound that had not appeared in my mind for a long time.
"The amount of explosives is completely excessive! Just the explosion alone can kill several people." I sighed.
"Indeed..." Dazai said perfunctorily, his eyes rising slowly as if he was following something.
I straightened up and followed his gaze.
On the ruins of the hospital, a thick cloud of green smoke gathered and dispersed, falling into the air like a silent death.
I broke into a cold sweat instantly.
Not to mention the members of the detective agency and various senior executives and workers present, there were also several backbone members of the carrier pigeon alone.
With such a strong poisonous gas and no good poisoning measures, I don't believe they will not be implicated.
The pigeon's move was too cruel.
"Go, Siye-kun," Dazai pushed me behind him and called me that name again, "You are the only one who can do it now. Go forward boldly, I will be here to watch you."
My nose was sore for no reason, and it was definitely not because of the fear of death.
I nodded heavily and stepped forward without fear.
I once again wrapped the pocket watch around my forearm. This time it smelled of heavy metal and a different kind of smoke.
I closed my eyes and carefully felt the disordered movement of every molecule. My headache felt like it was going to explode.
I heard the cries of the poisoned, the cries of the despairing.
I felt the tearing sound of my bones and nerves, and felt the shock to my soul that was enough to make me dizzy.
But I still succeeded!
I succeeded in controlling the deadly grim reaper.
I began to peel it away from the dead body, gathering it into a ball, driving it back into the darkness.
But just when it was gathered into a ball by me, it suddenly stopped moving.
It is like a huge, bright green planet floating in the sky with the threat of death.
I started to get anxious, and regardless of my body's warnings again and again, I increased my strength.
Finally, it exceeded the threshold it could bear, and left with a loud bang. At the same time, a flow of supernatural power that even ordinary people could feel spread around me and spread to places unknown how far away.
My vision went dark and I almost fainted.
Dazai caught my limp body and smiled softly: "You did a good job, Si Ye-kun... It's okay, go to sleep, go to sleep. I can handle the next thing, you are such a good boy, it's okay... …”
"Go to sleep..."
I have never seen Dazai talk to anyone in such a gentle and calm tone. Even when Oda returns, Chuuya makes a fool of himself.
I half-opened my eyes and listened to the words "Go to sleep", and I really fell asleep without any precautions.
I really hope that when I open my eyes, there will be your clear dawn.
…
Dazai watched helplessly as the backbone of the carrier pigeons carried the collapsed Adachi and left in embarrassment without stopping him.
When Oda, Izumi Kyoka and others from the detective agency rushed to Dazai's side, their expressions were different.
"You're really right." Oda put away his gun and gave up.
Their failure was all staged, and they deliberately gave Anda Kuangao the opportunity to take action, just so that the child of Mafia could take action.
Dazai stared at Kirihara's sleeping face and did not respond.
"Mr. Dazai," Atsushi took a step forward, "We found Akutagawa."
Dazai nodded, his voice much more solid than before: "Okay. Kyoka and Adun evacuate the crowd, and Oda will report back to the detective agency and prepare for actions in the near future."
"And you?"
"Me," Dazai stared into the distance, which is the direction where Mafia is located, "I will take the two children home to see."
…
Akutagawa struggled to move on the plain.
Everywhere he passed was filled with blood and foul-smelling blackness.
His legs had long been unable to stand upright, and he could only rely on the power of his fingertips to carry him back.
Go back, go back to the Yokohama where you were raised like this.
He was already a wild dog in Yokohama, a dog that had a broken leg and was ignored.
But even though this was the case, he never regretted it.
If it weren't for Yokohama, he wouldn't even have the chance to tear the throats of hateful people with his sharp teeth again and again.
All debts must be repaid, and now he felt the pain in his heart.
Do you regret it?
The answer is still no.
He just felt a little cold.
He just wanted to go back to that time, to the time when he was hungry and had moldy bread, to the time when his sister could only babble...
Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer, and even Rashomon could no longer scream.
He was lying on his back on the ground, longing for sunlight for the first time in his life, but the sunlight refused to shine on him.
It's completely dark in front of me. Is he going to die?
Damn it, I really want to take a look at the God of Death. Akutagawa thought.
Then he opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, his heart beat excitedly again, and life seemed to have returned to him.
He yelled with his bloody throat: "Mr. Dazai!"
Dazai's face hung on Akutagawa's face, and he was so frightened by such a heart-wrenching shout that Kirihara dropped to the ground.
When Dazai turned around with heartache and saw that someone was not awake, he responded with a bright smile: "Hey! I'm here!"
