Heibu doesn't want to talk

"Long time no see, Ranbu-kun." The leader's office was as dark as ever, and in the middle sat the leader whose darkness was so thick that it could almost swallow the darkness of the room.

The leader smiled at Ranpo, not necessarily in good faith.

Ranpo smiled back, but there was no resentment in it.

It is always easy to be peaceful before death.

Mori Ogai froze for a moment, then fell silent, as if he had realized something.

The leader sighed and stood up: "Go and meet Mr. Dazai, you know where he is."

"You already know." Ranpo and Mori Ogai looked at each other lightly.

Mori Ogai denied: "No, I don't know anything. But I know that you... have escaped my control."

He is very calm.

Luanbu sighed softly: "If... if you had to choose again, would you still choose to make such a transformation to me?"

"I will, because I think it is necessary." Mr. Sen did not hesitate.

"I understand... All in all, I owe you a thank you." Luanbu was silent for a while, and said in a low voice.

As for what to thank?

Who knows.

"I have always understood that you and Dazai-kun are different, but in the end, you still chose the same path. What is even more different is that Dazai-kun, who I once judged to be hopeless, has been redeemed. I think it is even more important. Hope you..." was destroyed.

Mori Ogai didn't say it to the end, but Ranpo was clear.

Because of a cold, the thick nasal voice was in a trance with a crying voice.

But before that, he had never cried because of it.

And after that, he has lost the right to cry.

"Do you really love Yokohama? Mr. Mori." Ranpo asked such a question.

"Yes, I will give everything to protect her." Mori Ogai didn't hesitate.

"No, obviously not." Ranpo smiled, denying Mr. Mori.

"If you really loved her, you wouldn't tell me that, you know." I hate you and want to destroy everything about you.

Sen shook his head, with a calm expression, looking down at the downstairs.

"Anyway, all I did was really protect her."

"I won't listen any more, the conversation ends here." Ranbu left the chief's office.

Going straight along the road, he soon arrived at the Armed Detective Agency.

Look, he can find his way well.

Luanbu smiled self-deprecatingly.

why?

Because no one will accompany him on the tram, accompany him to get lost slowly, and no one will tell him what the road ahead looks like.

Naturally, I learned to be alone in this way.

But that's okay, it's all over.

There will be no more such things, as long as the last [one person] realizes it.

One person dies.

It is not as good as Dazai's pursuit, two people go to die for love, Ranpo is more eager to bring loneliness into the grave.

"Long time no see, Dazai." Luanbu smiled lightly and looked at the young man with kite eyes.

He didn't miss the other party's locked pupils for a moment.

It's really sad that he has been defined as a dangerous person, his friend.

Walking wildly, he thought.

But that's okay, he can bear it.

"What are you doing here."After a moment of silence, Dazai broke the silence.

It's not as serious as stealing, raping, and playing tricks in the past. Dazai's expression is very serious, as cold as the past Mafia period.

but……

"Aren't we friends?" Ranbu revealed a childlike confusion.

"You know, the four people at that time had already buried the moment of that person's death." Dazai's tone did not fluctuate.

"Ah, I understand, you're always like this. But you're right." Luanbu revealed a fragile and illusory smile as pale as white paper.

"Our friendship is dead."

Dazai lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Although I said that, I'm sorry, until now, I've been bluffing and deceiving you in the name of a friend."

Luanbu paused and said, "I never regarded you as friends, I'm sorry."

The moment he was taken away by Mr. Sen, he clearly realized that he no longer had the right to be willful.

so……

"If someone wants you to kill me, please don't hesitate. If you do it yourself, I may feel much better." Ranbu stretched his brows and eyes relaxedly.

His emerald eyes became more and more lively, as if they were reflecting light.

He has hope for life because death is near.

"What you're trying to do won't work," Dazai said.

"Since you said this, you should have realized that there is already a gap in status between us." Luanbu shook his head with a cold expression.

Dazai Osamu was once invincible, because he broke away from the realm of human beings, so naturally, everything he did was beyond ordinary people's speculation.

But now, his fetters brought his heart back to the world.

The one who threw his heart into outer space alone became Ranpo Edogawa.

It's ridiculous.

Crazy people become good people, and good people become crazy people.

Who did it wrong?

Luanbu couldn't identify clearly, so it could only be him who was wrong.

The sinner repents and dies in blood.

Sounds like a good deal.

"Ranpo, Odasaku asked me to save people before he died." Dazai left the coffee shop after saying this.

Luanbu pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were empty.

What's the use of saying this now?

Nothing can be undone, nothing can be turned back.

His heart is dead and can't be found.

Slowly taste the bitterness of black coffee, without sweetness.

At this point, the last nostalgia is over.

Putting down the empty coffee cup, he walked out of the coffee shop sheltered by the armed detective agency step by step, without looking back and without joy.

He walked on this road with heavy steps, his sickly body was very tired, and he coughed every time he took a step.

He had a hard time.

He is a man of faith, but unfortunately that faith is the other end of death.

No one would approve of a monster yearning for death.

Even Luanpo himself.

Exhausting everything about him, following the footsteps of time, sleeping in the shadows.

"Sir, you forgot your hat." The lady in the coffee shop hurried after her and handed her a black top hat.

"I don't need it anymore." Luanpo said, took off the warm overcoat, took off the gloves, and threw them together with the top hat into the trash can.

A coat from Dostoevsky, a top hat from the Port Mafia, and gloves from...a friend.

He has nothing left.

Home, home, where is home.

Only rely on their own hands to create.

As for the future, he is unable to build it, and can only hope for the end of death.

Don't make fun of his timidity, he's just...too tired.

If he could be happy, if that opportunity presented itself now, he would refuse without hesitation.

He was so eager to stop and rest.

and so……

Don't keep him, okay?