When he returned to the apartment, the wound on Tsushima Shuji's hand had formed a layer of blood scab, and there was no more blood dripping.
He went to the bathroom to clean the blood on his hands, watching the bright red gradually fade into watery red, and finally turned into clear water.
The young man in the mirror had an expressionless face, and his iris-colored eyes were as dark as a pool of black mud that had no light and could swallow up all life and light.
He slowly approached the mirror, pressed his forehead against the mirror, and let out a chuckle.
The figure in the mirror did not smile, and was even much taller than the boy outside the mirror.
"It's your turn to appear, this is the final show." Tsushima Shuji took a step back, looked at himself in the mirror, or... his other self, and said with a smile.
A figure wearing a black coat appeared in the mirror. This was not surprising, because Shuji Tsushima also wore a black coat. As his reflection, it was natural for him to be the same as him.
But that's not the case with the person in the mirror.
He looked about 180 meters tall, and he clearly looked like an adult. His complexion was pale, his expression was indifferent and a little nihilistic, and his kite-colored right eye showed the same indifference.
He was wearing a bright red scarf, a red that was brighter than blood.
The bandage is not the right eye, but the left eye.
He looks even more similar to Tsushima Shuji than Dazai Osamu in white.
No matter the hairstyle, clothes, or appearance, they are all exactly the same, except for the red scarf and the completely opposite eyes wrapped in bandages.
"Welcome back." Shuji Tsushima stretched out his hand towards the mirror.
The fingertips touched the cold and hard mirror surface, and the next moment, a warm touch replaced the cold mirror surface.
A pair of hands that were also bandaged and slightly larger than his, belonging to an adult man, held his outstretched hand.
Shuji Tsushima used a little strength to pull the other person out of the mirror.
After pulling the other party out, another figure appeared in the mirror.
That is the reflection of a real mirror.
"I thought the only Osamu Dazai you mentioned was not going to continue cutting his own soul." Standing face to face with Shuji Tsushima, the man who looked more like an enlarged version of a teenager whispered.
"What kind of death do you want to choose next time?" Shuji Tsushima asked with a smile.
The cut soul returned to its roots, and the next second he cut another piece out.
The feeling when the soul fragments were fused was not pleasant, and the feeling when cutting was certainly even worse, but Tsushima Shuji did not show any indication, and it was not even possible to tell that he felt pain.
Because his soul is composed of countless fragments.
There is something that binds these countless fragments together.
As chaotic memories surfaced again and again, his soul also experienced the feeling of being broken and reorganized again and again.
He has been close to complete death countless times, but there is always a thread that tightly binds the fragments.
Let the broken souls come together again and again.
It also made Tsushima Shuji pass death again and again.
It's boring.
Tsushima Shuji is not willing to live for anyone, he is not even willing to live for himself.
Of course, he doesn't care about the behavior of someone who wants him to stay so desperately. He just thinks that the other party's behavior is really... arrogant and boring.
It doesn't matter whether he wants to live or not, he just insists on it so hard.
Such people are quite unpleasant, neither to boys nor girls.
"He was burned to death, completely burned by the fire..." The man wearing a red scarf lowered his iris-colored right eye and spoke softly.
"Then I will die in the sea."
"Fell into the deep sea forever, never to be heard from again." The smile on his face was like a mask.
"Death in the sea...I know, I thought about it." Tsushima Shuji nodded.
"You are the back-up man left by that guy. He came to die just to change his body. Before meeting me and the FBI, he had already prepared your body and even made a memory backup..."
"When his body dies, you, with all his memories, will be activated." Shuji Tsushima said excitedly about his newly thought-up script.
"Am I an android too?" Dazai Osamu, wearing a red scarf, asked softly.
After all, Dazai Osamu in white is considered an android by others. If he goes out now, he will be considered as an android.
"What else? The FBI doesn't know about it anyway~ You can't say that I have two brothers, and they both look exactly like me, right?" Shuji Tsushima spread his hands and said helplessly.
Dazai Osamu in white clothes has already assumed the identity of Oba Yezo, and now it is too late to make up a false identity.
"He is Osamu Dazai, you are Osamu Dazai, and I am Osamu Dazai..." Tsushima Shuji pointed at himself and the other party.
"I became him, he became you, and finally..." He said with unknown meaning.
Destiny drives people forward, and time changes everything beyond recognition.
"Do I need to do a task?" the man asked with his iris-colored right eye half-opened.
He looked much calmer and a little lonely.
There is a slight difference between Shuji Tsushima and Dazai Osamu in white.
"You are the leader, right? Just be responsible for the leader's affairs. He doesn't care anyway, so don't carelessly usurp the throne, just like Mr. Mori killed the previous leader..." Shuji Tsushima wrote lightly. road.
"If he was as easy to kill as his ancestors, I wouldn't show up." Dazai Osamu, wearing a red scarf, said.
If the opponent was so easy to kill, the main body would have killed the opponent long ago.
There is no need for his own appearance.
After all, the main body has already achieved the death it dreams of.
"Yeah, what a pity." Tsushima Shuji sighed.
Why can't they be killed as easily as others?
Is this the reason why the other party is holding me back from dying?
One more person to suffer?
What a vicious guy, that adoptive father.
"But it doesn't matter. He will be happy to abdicate. He no longer needs to personally give orders to run the organization. Everything can run independently, so it doesn't matter even if he abdicates. No one will know about it anyway." Shuji Tsushima He closed his eyes, spread his hands and spoke.
"It's decided. From now on, you will be the boss of the organization." Then he clapped his hands happily and decided.
"It sounds like a hasty decision, but even at this age, I probably won't make a hasty decision." The man wearing the red scarf seemed to sigh helplessly, but also seemed to have done nothing, but Such a low sigh.
"Who knows? After all, I was raised as an ordinary child when my memory was confused. Even now, I am still in chaos~ The traits I exhibit may be those of Dazai Osamu in other worlds." Shima Shuji said with a helpless and unconcerned expression.
