When the double black penetrates the if line

After that day, Mori Ogai took Dazai Osamu to the ward of the port mafia leader several times.

Every time, Mori Ogai will take the lead in injecting a large dose of anesthetics into the leader in the name of a full-body examination, enough to ensure that he will not feel a little bit of external stimulation for the next half an hour.

Then there is the "teaching" in name, but in fact it is just telling Osamu Dazai over and over again which places in the human body can kill quickly, and how many minutes and seconds it will take before he suffocates or the blood drains completely. Is it a clean death that easily conceals evidence, or a messy death for the purpose of torturing people.

Mori Ogai used the body of the leader of the port mafia as a sample to demonstrate 100 ways to kill people quickly to Osamu Dazai, without any worry that he would try these methods on himself as soon as he left the Hong Kong black building.

Of course, his lack of worry is not because he trusts Osamu Dazai, but because Osamu Dazai is now under more and more surveillance.

It's not the kind of surveillance with surveillance cameras watching your every move behind a cold screen, savoring your every move and every thought.

It's the kind of surveillance that although not looking at you, you can taste the awe-inspiring malice from everything and every decoration around you.

In the beginning when Osamu Dazai was locked up in the clinic, everything was ground down to make sure he didn't use them to kill himself.Now Osamu Dazai followed Mori Ogai to meet the leader of the port mafia during the day, and when he returned to the clinic at night, he would find that everything had been emptied.

Mori Ogai seems to have realized that this temporary and humble residence will no longer belong to him soon, and he will never stay here again soon, so those bottles and jars and various surgical equipment were all taken away. He didn't know where he moved, and even the obviously unreliable operating room was demolished.

Every night, Osamu Dazai could only use the thin quilt - used to ensure that he would not kill himself by suffocating himself with the quilt - to sit on the cold floor and barely fall asleep.

As for Mori Ogai and his little girl Alice, they also slept in sleeping bags.

Even so, he could still feel Mori Ogai's gaze, the cold and snake-like gaze that disgusted him the most, tightly locked on his body.

As long as he makes any move, Mori Ogai's control will permeate into the air, into the air he breathes out, into every bit of his food, gradually, with a suffocating feeling The strength rubbed into his body, forcibly invaded his bones and flesh, filled his blood vessels, and clouded his alveoli.

Osamu Dazai hated such surveillance.

He hated the life of being controlled and monitored by others invisibly.

Osamu Dazai probably does have some deviant in his bones, no matter whether he escaped from his dull and boring family at the beginning, or later wanted to escape from his own life and use death to bring the final relief, it doesn't matter. Nothing shows his distaste for a boring, dirty, boring, and unchanging life.

And now, Mori Ogai locked him in another cage with his own hands.The cage was narrower and the barbed wire was denser. His body was so strangled that even the air he breathed was aching.

Osamu Dazai hated Mori Ogai.

he thinks.

After helping Mori Ogai complete that matter this time, he must embrace his own freedom.

After all, Mori Ogai promised that he would not stop him from committing suicide after waiting for this matter, and would not continue to control him—Osamu Dazai and Mori Ogai have been together for so long, the only thing that can be sure is that Mori Ogai I rarely tell a lie.

Because Mori Ogai once told him that if he wants to be in this profession for a long time, it is a necessary quality not to say anything.

As for what kind of profession this profession is, does it really refer to a doctor——

Ah.

Who knows?

Dazai Osamu was bored thinking, in these boring days, he had thought about all the plans and actions of Mori Ogai more than once.

And he finally came to the conclusion that Mori Ogai's plan was indeed perfect.

Although there are loopholes in the plan, such as why the leader entrusted his position to a small doctor before he died, all these questions from below will be under the control of Mori Ogai as the leader. Of.

After all, capable people have always been able to achieve their goals.

In the end, the leader will die for no apparent reason. Under the endless squandering of the leader, the Port Mafia will gradually appear to be somewhat empty. rule--

Osamu Dazai is the only one who pursues death, and by then, he should be able to get his wish.

Even if he couldn't die, he could at least gain the right to pursue death.

"Dazai, what are you thinking?" Mori Ogai put on his white coat early in the morning, he smiled as usual, and greeted Dazai while packing up his medical equipment .

But Dazai knew that today was different.

The faint breath that the string was about to break when it was stretched to the tightest was suspended in the air of the small clinic, pervading around Mori Ogai.

The day has finally arrived.

"I didn't think about anything." Osamu Dazai sat up from his futon while thinking this way, and gave Mori Ogai a smile in return, "I'm ready, let's go."

……

When that moment really came, nothing earth-shattering happened, and there was no disturbing and exciting background sound.

Even the blood didn't splatter much, and it was gently wiped away by Mori Ogai with his gloved fingers.

Mori Ogai's hands were steady, and his movements were quick and nimble, as if he had rehearsed many times, the scalpel accurately cut across the neck of the leader of Hong Kong gangsters.

Just like what he said before——the leader who was once at the pinnacle of power in Yokohama, who controlled the largest mafia in Yokohama, died quickly and cleanly, without even the struggle and cry for help coming out of the broken throat When he came out, the mist of death began to appear in those eyes.

Today Mori Ogai did not inject the leader with an anesthetic as usual, so just a second ago, the leader was tugging on Mori Ogai's sleeve, and his back was bent upwards in an abnormal arc. , those bloodshot eyes were full of tyranny and madness, and they stared at Mori Ogai with wide eyes.

"Heh...heh...I want them to die!" The sound of broken breathing was squeezed out of the throat along with the words, and the already overwhelmed lungs made a terrible sound of falling apart in the big inhalation.

The leader of the port mafia, in a broken but still commanding tone, desperately ordered Mori Ogai while lying on the hospital bed with a dying voice: "Go and tell them... I want everyone, everyone in Yokohama... Die!!"

Mori Ogai's eyes were gentle, full of comforting calm, like a subordinate who obeyed the order, he said in an obedient, even soft tone: "Okay, die now."

"I will follow your wish-let you die."

Then there are sharp blades, the disgusting sound of flesh being pierced when the trachea is punctured, and a broken and unbearable limb that has completely lost any trace of life, and is classified as a useless pool of blood, flesh and bones. combination.

The leader who once brought countless fears to Yokohama, and gave countless insane orders in the midst of pain and suspicion, finally at this moment, his chaotic and crazy brain stopped functioning completely, leaving only a Stiff, wide-eyed body.

And even this body will be wiped out by Mori Ogai in a short few days - or even not a few days, just a few hours - in a way prepared long ago, and it will never be found again. There is no trace of any relevant.

Osamu Dazai remained calm and stood silently, watching Mori Ogai so easily kill the leader of the port mafia who was ordering others to die just a second ago.

"The leader is dead, unfortunately died of illness." Mori Ogai wiped the sharp blade of the scalpel with his fingers, and wiped away the little spots of blood splashed on it inch by inch, "Before he died, he decided to kill the port gangster. The party entrusted Mori Ogai."

Speaking of this, the corner of Mori Ogai's mouth finally drew a thin and thin arc, and the crazy gloom and darkness spread from his whole body. Under the skin of the normally smiling doctor in a white coat, the real inside finally revealed at this moment.

"Dazai is the witness of all this." Mori Ogai wiped off all the blood on the scalpel, and slowly took off his blood-stained gloves, then stuffed them into his pocket, lifting his eyelids Glancing at Osamu Dazai, "Do you understand?"

"Understood." Osamu Dazai smiled back at him, "Of course I understand."

"Mr. Sen, oh no, you should be called the new leader of the port mafia."