"So...are you avenging him?" The man in white struggled and raised his hand.
Tsujima Shuji lowered his eyes and looked at the other person's blood-stained hand, and held it before it just dropped weakly.
Almost at the same time, the two people's hands clasped each other's hands.
Double the pain, both people experienced the feeling after the heart was punctured, it was still double.
They couldn't help but hold each other's hands in pain.
They all hold the idea that no one should let go first, and the pain must be felt together.
But he endured the pain and continued to improvise.
"I just want you to know how uncle felt at that time." Shuji Tsushima said.
Akai Shuichi quickly put away the sniper rifle.
When Shuji Tsujima shot the man and the man fell, James Blake sent a new order.
Go to the rooftop opposite.
Maybe the man would have something with him, or maybe it would be good to have access to the other person’s cell phone.
So Shuichi Akai and others ran towards Umbrella's building while being distracted and continuing to listen to the noise on the rooftop.
"What's next? What else do you want to do?" The man's voice seemed to be looking forward to it, but he seemed to have heard it wrong.
"...It's a pity that I don't have any tools." The young man's voice was calm.
"Let me give you one last gift, Red Queen." The man said softly.
"Please speak." A female robotic voice spoke.
"Transfer my rights to him," the man ordered.
"Rights are being transferred, rebinding, identity is being confirmed..." the mechanical female voice sounded, and light blue virtual screens appeared one after another.
"The Red Queen is waiting for your orders." The mechanical female voice finally said.
"Is there any gasoline?" Shuji Tsushima asked after a moment of silence.
"Yes." The mechanical female voice replied.
"Prepare a bucket for me." Tsushima Shuji ordered.
"...Are you going to burn me to death?" the man in white asked softly.
"Eleven years ago, didn't you treat other people the same way?" Tsushima Shuji asked calmly.
"I just hope that you can die a little slower, at least...don't die before the fire is ignited." He looked down at the man and suddenly laughed softly.
"We are the same kind of people. After I die, you will become my next one." The man in white said.
Tsujima Shuji let go of his hand, stood up, and picked up the oil drum that just appeared next to him.
He poured a whole bucket of oil on Dazai Osamu's body and around him.
Akai Shuichi had already led others to the door of the rooftop. He heard the sound of rushing water along the way, but he also clearly understood that it was not the sound of water.
It was the gasoline that Tsushima Shuji had previously asked the intelligent AI to prepare.
After Shuji Tsushima shot the man through the chest with his gun, he also burned him to death with fire!
Just stop it.
Akai Shuichi kicked the door shut.
There was no change in the door, but he was shocked and numb.
The material of this door is definitely not an ordinary material.
Ordinary doors would have been broken or even blown away by his kick.
It won't be like this without any change.
But the sound of him kicking the door was obviously heard by the people on the rooftop.
"The FBI is here, don't worry, just do what you want." The man in white didn't care at all that he had been filled with gasoline and would be burned to death in the next second.
"They can't break that door." Instead, he said to Tsushima Shuji with ease.
Shuji Tsushima took out a lighter from his body.
It's the kind of square lighter that lights up when you open the lid.
"Do you remember what I said about Osamu Dazai?" The man in white continued to speak softly.
"From now on... you will be the only Dazai Osamu in this world." It was like a curse, but also like a blessing.
As his words fell, the lighter held by Tsushima Shuji also fell on him.
The flames became fierce almost instantly.
Shuji Tsushima stepped back, stood beside the blazing fire, lowered his head and laughed slowly.
As if he felt very funny, he half bent over and laughed heartily.
The kite-colored left eye has a look that looks like bloodthirsty madness and hollow numbness.
The laughter grew louder and louder.
Akai Shuichi, who was so big that he was separated by a door, stopped kicking the door.
He listened expressionlessly to the almost maniacal laughter of the young man coming from behind the door.
Tsushima Shuji... seems to be crazy.
The paranoia, perversion and madness in that laughter made people shudder.
And there is no stopping.
He just kept laughing, and kept laughing, until Shuichi Akai became hoarse when he heard the other party's laughter, and he didn't stop.
In addition, he also heard the crackling sound like burning firewood.
But what was burning was not firewood, but... people.
After the burning sound subsided, the boy's laughter also stopped.
There was no more sound from the rooftop.
After being so quiet for a long time, Akai Shuichi heard Tsushima Shuji's voice again.
"The only Osamu Dazai, the only writer..."
"Boring." He heard the boy's voice say without any fluctuation.
Tsujima Shuji, looking at the black coal in front of him, silently stretched out his foot and stepped on it.
Stepping on it, the black coal turned into black ash.
As if for fun, he trampled a whole black charcoal body into a pile of black ash.
Then he knelt down and blew a breath.
A large cloud of black ash blew up.
"Open the door, Queen Hong." He curled his lips and stood up.
"Then...start the self-destruct program." He ordered calmly.
The light blue lines lit up, and at the same time as the door opened, Akai Shuichi led people into the rooftop.
What came into view was the boy who was uninjured except for his right hand which was still bleeding.
The only injury the opponent suffered was caused by Shuichi Akai.
In addition to his physical body, the other party's mental state also seems to be in good condition.
There was always a polite and distant smile on his face, like a mask that had been welded to his face and could not be taken off.
And...the remaining area on the rooftop filled with black ash.
And the man in white clothes has disappeared.
If nothing else, that pile of black ash is what the other party has become.
"You..." Akai Shuichi wanted to say something.
"The Red Queen has activated the self-destruction program. If you don't leave, it will be too late." The black-haired boy interrupted Akai Shuichi and walked towards the door step by step, while speaking lightly.
"Did he leave anything behind?" Akai Shuichi asked without expectation.
"Are you talking about the ashes over there?" The young man said casually without looking back.
"...Besides." Akai Shuichi asked after being silent for a moment.
"There is nothing left. He left nothing but the pile of ashes." Shuji Tsushima said lightly.
"Anyway, he is a person who has died a long time ago. Even a dead person without a name. Leaving nothing behind is the ending he deserves." The tone was natural and without any fluctuations.
Akai Shuichi remembered that when Tsushima Shuji was hospitalized in the United States, someone sent him a bouquet of flowers and a letter.
The person signed at the end of the letter was a person who should have died.
"Who is he? What is your relationship?" Akai Shuichi asked in a deep voice.
"His name is Oba Yezo, and he was my brother eleven years ago." Tsushima Shuji still quickly went downstairs without looking back, but he answered Akai Shuichi's question very cooperatively.
"But Da Ting Ye Zang died eleven years ago."
"The one who died just now was just a lonely ghost who called himself Dazai Osamu and shouldn't exist." He chuckled and mocked.
He who just died was a lonely ghost who should not exist.
Even though he is still alive, he is also a lonely ghost who should not exist.
Sooner or later, he will face death just like his other self.
It's just that the other self doesn't feel pain, but he can feel pain.
It's really unfair.
But as long as you can die, everything is acceptable.
Congratulations to Baek Jae for wrapping up the scene/Spreading Flowers
(End of chapter)
