king of yokohama

"parking!"

While looking at the "scenery" outside the window with a slightly depressed mood, you sharply saw a familiar face among the corpses piled up at the foot of the mountain, and quickly asked Osamu Dazai to stop.

The novice driver Osamu Dazai slammed on the brakes and almost threw you from the co-pilot who was not wearing a seat belt. Fortunately, you have strong physical coordination and quick reactions to stabilize yourself. You opened the door and got out of the car without saying a word.

"What did Tradewind see?" Osamu Dazai was obviously curious about your reaction, he parked the car casually on the side of the road and followed you out of the car.

You walked towards the pile of corpses, approached the pale and distorted head, and after a closer look, it was indeed Feng.The corpse in the black suit was still intact, with no missing arms or legs, but the distance between the upper body and the lower body was a bit far.

Thanks to your excellent memory, you can still remember some subtle features that can distinguish his identity.Similarly, you also remember that you threw Feng from the greenhouse to the front/line to experience and reflect, but you didn't expect such a scene when you saw each other again.

If you had known earlier... When correcting Feng's review paper, you wouldn't have mentioned "read" so perfunctorily.At that time, although you were angry that Feng was greedy for money that shouldn't be greedy and sent people down, but after all, you are an old man who has been with you for many years. You did not force Feng, who is obviously not of this material, to go to the battlefield to die. He closed his eyes and asked Feng to go to the front line to do logistics to learn a lesson, but he didn't expect this kid to really have the courage to go to the front line.

You used your ability to dig a hole on the spot, put Feng's corpse together and put it down.Before covering it with the blood-soaked red soil, you find that Feng's eyes are not closed, they are wide open, filled with bloodshot eyes, which looks a bit scary.

Even though you know that modern medicine has a reasonable explanation for the phenomenon of dying with eyes closed, you still follow the tradition and reach out to close his eyelids for him.

"I forgive you." You said softly.

At this moment, Feng's identity is no longer a subordinate who needs to reflect on his mistakes, but an ordinary member who gave his life for the rise of the port mafia.Facing the victims of the same organization, you are no longer a high-ranking princess, so you are willing to half-kneel and say a few words to a corpse that he has been waiting for for a long time.

"Trade wind." The boy's slightly deep voice came from behind, and at the same time he put a hand on your shoulder.

"You know who the mastermind of this war is." You didn't turn your head, and said calmly, using your supernatural ability to fill the pit with the soil that buried the corpse.

You know that there are many dead people like Feng, but the official power that should do something the most is to cover up its own incompetence and let the mastermind of this tragedy go unpunished.

"Don't pursue it any further." Osamu Dazai didn't answer your question, but the hand on your shoulder exerted a slight force, like a reminder or a warning.

You brushed off Osamu Dazai's hand, stood up abruptly, turned and looked at him, staring closely at those iris eyes, not giving him any chance to evade, "This is what you personally said to me, Aji. Yes, or did Mori Ogai ask you to tell me?"

Osamu Dazai looked at you silently, there was nothing in his eyes, like a pool of stagnant water with slight ripples, no one could be reflected.

"...I see." You compromised unwillingly, but the indescribable exhaustion hit your heart.

The silence between you lasted until you got back in the car and drove some distance.

"Their deaths were not worthless." As if breaking the deadlock, Osamu Dazai drove slowly and spoke slowly.

"How to say?" You are thinking about the dead people in your mind, and your interest in talking is not high.

"Hair can be woven into carpets, skin can be made into lampshades, carbon in the human body can be made into pencils, and phosphorus can be made into matches..." Osamu Dazai seemed to be telling you a nonsensical ghost story, "At last The important thing is that the fat can be made into soap."

"Wash your bones clean?" You chuckled.A certain degree of similarity on the spiritual level allows you to understand his various metaphors.

Dazai nodded solemnly.

"Seeing that you still have the energy to make up stories, why don't you just let me drive the car." Quickly put the negative emotions behind you, and you have the mood to make fun of him. The dangerous thought of driving a car by yourself.

Before the brown-haired boy's expression changed slightly and he was about to refuse you, who is essentially a female driver, on the road, you observed the road conditions, then quickly climbed to the driver's seat, and squeezed Osamu Dazai, who had no flesh on his body, into the passenger seat. in the driver's seat.

Anyway, they are all unlicensed drivers, so don't worry about anyone.

"Sit still." You held the steering wheel eagerly, feeling a little over the top.Mecha is indeed a man's romance!If you have a chance, you must open a Gundam!

"Trade Wind, do you know how to drive?" Osamu Dazai saw you stepping on the brake with your left foot and the gas pedal with your right foot. The novice driver often used wrong postures as soon as he sat down firmly. He immediately had a bad feeling and put on his seat belt silently.

"Please call me Qiu Mingshan Chariot God!" Have you ever seen Zhurun ​​or eaten pork?You said confidently, holding the steering wheel firmly, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and then slammed the steering wheel.

Are you a driver who drives by technology?It must not be!You drive by instinct!

The tires and the ground continued to rub against each other and made a sharp and piercing sound.You stare straight ahead and see a bend like a sheep's intestines. Without hesitation, you turn the steering wheel left and right to the extreme, and you drive a nearly extreme inertial drift to pass the corner like a showmanship!

At this moment you are the car!The car is you!The car seems to be integrated into one!This steering wheel is a part of your body!

Osamu Dazai, who was staggering in the car due to inertia, turned pale, and tightly grasped the seat belt on his chest, looking at you with a frenzied face in fear. It seems that the seat belt did not give him a sense of security.

The son of a daughter who can't sit still is a fart to you who got on the head when driving for the first time.

After several corners in the death drift, there was another screeching sound of brakes, and the almost volleying vehicle flew over the obstacles ahead.You stopped at the destination with a cool high-speed drift, and your spirit was as high as drinking fake wine. The feeling of excitement and excitement that seems to be in control of everything is still shaking your nerves.

Call the backstreet girl up and call 666 next time.You leaned your elbows on the car window, smacking your lips, regretting that the distance was too short, and looked sideways at the boy in the passenger seat.Osamu Dazai turned around, wrapped his hands around the car seat and pressed against it, his whole body was extremely stiff, and he didn't look like he was planning a strategy before.

You froze for a moment, then realized that this person was only 16 years old, so you were a little embarrassed, and you were going to pat him on the back to relieve him, "Azhi...?"

The hand you just extended froze in the middle.

Hearing your voice, Osamu Dazai seemed to have received some signal, rushed out of the car at a speed that was absolutely impossible for him, staggered to the side of the road, and vomited immediately.

You feel that your car skills are superb, and you don’t have a B number in your heart. You just think that the other party’s ability to bear it is too poor. "Ah Zhi, how many months have you been?" Two bottles of water and paper towels go by.

"Trade Wind, you have to be responsible to me." Osamu Dazai rinsed his mouth repeatedly with water in his mouth, and waited for the taste of stomach acid to completely disappear in his mouth, then raised his head and looked at you faintly, still in the mood to catch the stalk you threw over him.

"I told you to go out and mess around casually, are you sure the child is mine?" You folded your hands, and said in a scum-like manner, and couldn't help laughing after finishing speaking.

To avoid teasing people, you took a pack of cigarettes from the car, walked to the edge of the mountain a little ahead, looked at the scenery below, and had a panoramic view of all the struggles in this area.I don't know how Azhi chose the best place to watch the game.

You are Dakong, Aji is Wushou, and Zhong is Lanshou. You sent a text message to tell them in advance.Xiaoyu is Lei Shou. Although he is suspected of exploiting children/labor, it is all to train him, um.Guige is Yushou, Xiaojing is Qingshou, Baishan is Yunshou, it has been decided in Ikebukuro......

This lineup is very luxurious, and it's time for your "White Yaksha"'s prestigious reputation to resound again.

You took an inventory of the guardians that your side played in this war, and while thinking about when you would give each of them a symbolic ring like Vongola did, you smoked a cigarette from the opened cigarette case.

Still the same sentence, haven't you seen a pig running, haven't you eaten pork yet?Smoking is such a trivial matter, you can watch Xiaojing do it once.

Sensing the sound of footsteps behind you, you flipped your wrist and handed the cigarette case to its original owner, "Do you want it?"

Your palm is facing you, fingertips up, an unlit cigarette between your index and middle fingers.Slightly turning his head to look at the young man beside him, there was some provocation in his eyes.

Osamu Dazai smiled and took one too.You bluntly put the remaining half pack of cigarettes into your pocket, snapped your fingers with your left hand, a small cluster of flames shot out from your fingertips, and lit the cigarettes for both of you.

Because it is your first time, so you are not too presumptuous. You only took a small puff, held the cigarette in your mouth for a while, and then took it out of your mouth. Take a deep breath, letting the smoke reach your lungs.

The feeling of smoke entering and exiting your lungs for the first time is uncomfortable, you are almost choked, the smoke crosses your throat and erodes your senses, you endure it for a long time before you cough, and swallow the smoke into your stomach hastily.

Looking at Osamu Dazai again, he is already blowing out smoke rings in a graceful manner.The hazy beauty of the smoke blurred the boy's delicate and comely face, making one only vaguely feel that he is looking at you and smiling.

You snorted softly, brought the cigarette to your lips, squeezed the orange part of the cigarette, and took a light puff.This time you successfully exhaled the swaying smoke, and your eyes were slowly stained with the gracefulness of the smoke floating in mid-air, and you proudly raised your eyebrows at the boy beside you.

Osamu Dazai was speechless, the cigarette between his fingers was extinguished, he took a puff of cigarette with his head sideways, watched the long smoke being blown away by the warm wind, and then asked. "Tradewinds, if one day I stop being a Mafia..."

You interrupted him, "Don't worry, Ah Zhi, if there is such a day, I promise to kill you as soon as possible, and never let others do it." Although you don't know why Ah Nian said such a thing, you can't let him Go on.

Osamu Dazai laughed, as if he didn't take your words to heart.He nodded his lips indifferently, and moved his fingertips, which were filled with smoke, "The lipstick fell off."

You followed his gaze to look at the cigarette between your fingers, and sure enough, the moist pink on your lips was inadvertently printed on the cigarette.The eyes are really sharp, but... "This is lipstick." You corrected.Still orange.

You are a pure man now, how can you put on lipstick.

"However. Azhi, why did you mention me before?" You flicked the cigarette ash, and your purple eyes were full of undisguised inquiry.

"Probably because the world doesn't need a second Mr. Mori." Osamu Dazai touched his chin and replied.His eyes were very transparent, and the sunset glow fell in his iris-colored eyes, as if they had been purified without leaving a trace.

You suddenly feel that the person in front of you is both a child and a god.But you can't tell him.

Because the most sympathetic thing in the other party's heart may be that God cannot commit suicide.

very pitiful.

"Azhi, since you are telling me the truth like this, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart." You snuffed out your lightly smoked cigarette before remembering that there is no trash can on the top of the mountain, and then lit it with flames. Burn to ashes.Then his eyes flickered slightly and he said, "Actually, I have always felt that you are afraid of something."

Both fear and confusion.

like dingoes.

You already know the name of Osamu Dazai's ability is [Disqualification in the World], and you used his ability in your revenge, and you didn't feel anything at that time.

But time has passed, and now you are standing in the evening wind that seems to be blowing directly from the soul of human beings, thinking about the words of this supernatural ability, and you suddenly feel utterly desolate.What kind of bewilderment would it be to lose the qualification to be a human being?

"What do you want? Aji." You couldn't help asking.

When Osamu Dazai was silent, it was so quiet that he could hear the wind.It's the sound of wind blowing through an empty valley.

"Don't be afraid." You, who always do things according to your own wishes, don't care if you can get a response, and look down at the city that is brightened by the sunset, "Even if the sky falls, I will still support it." Although very natural Just big.

"If you were the bell whose echoes were buried in fallen leaves. Then..." You looked sideways at Osamu Dazai, wondering why such a gorgeous sunset couldn't illuminate his vision. "When I wake up next spring, I will be Rongxue."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai was startled, an uncontrollable smile appeared on his lips, and his bright and handsome eyebrows curved into beautiful arcs.He stared at you through the dense smoke rising from his white fingers, those indifference and alienation gradually melted away, and a sea of ​​iris flowers bloomed in his eyes.

Is there an invisible mirror in this world?

There is such a you and him.