Clow is perfect

Osamu Dazai got into PortMafia's special car after walking a few steps, took out the PSP in the back seat, clicked on the game, and began to play happily.Jing, who was following behind him, got into the car silently, then sat in the corner, staring straight at the pocket where his mirror was put into.

In fact, from the perspective of obtaining magic power, it is beneficial for Osamu Dazai to take away the small mirror.The small mirror, which is equivalent to the half of the mirror, can be used as a medium to obtain magic power, and it is more efficient in the case that Osamu Dazai seems reluctant to let him touch it.

But Jing is still not used to the accompanying important things not being by his side, and always feels that something is wrong, and his whole body is weird.

Under his direct gaze, the black-haired boy seemed to have never heard of it, and he played the game very vigorously. From time to time, he let out a little exclamation from his mouth, as if he was completely immersed in it.Jing also didn't respond to this, just paying attention to the pocket all the way, and didn't say anything.

The two slowly arrived at the mission location in such a strange and harmonious atmosphere.

The driver in charge of the car parked the car in a safe place a little distance away. Osamu Dazai happened to put his phone away after finishing a game. He just pushed the door open when he heard an angry voice.

"Bastard Dazai! You've been late for so long, don't you want to live?!" The man outside seemed to be approaching from far to near, and the words were spoken louder and louder, and the emotions contained in them became more and more Strong, just hearing its sound reminds people of a vivid image like a flame.

Facing this person, Osamu Dazai also opened fire, with his long legs stretched out, and the mocking expression on his face almost materialized, directly blaming his own mistakes on the opponent's lack of ability: "Screaming so loudly, I think it is Which dog is barking? It turns out to be Chuya. Why, can you do nothing without me?"

"What did you say, mackerel?! I will fulfill your wish today and let you go to hell!" Zhongyuan Zhong also sneered, pressed his fingers with both hands, and there was a crisp "crack" sound, step by step towards Dazai came.

Neither of these two seemed to be easy to mess with.Jing Jing, whose figure was covered behind Dazai Osamu, lowered his head quietly, wondering if there would be a chance to get the mirror back if they fought later.

"That's enough, Chuya, how is the situation now?" However, Osamu Dazai's switch between childish and serious painting styles can be described as seamless, just stepping on the bottom line that Chuya can endure, and retracted his foot, and asked about the task seriously status quo.

Zhong Yuanzhong also always felt that this mackerel was intentional, but at this moment, the task was the first priority, and he had to suppress the urge to knock this shameless mackerel into the air, frowning and briefly explaining the situation: "Boss Some of the miscellaneous things that we wanted to suppress had defected and revealed the location of others. But among those people, there was a supernatural person who specialized in disguise, blessed everyone with supernatural powers, and then pretended to be a high-ranking person and wandered around. "

"That is to say, apart from the supernatural person, even the people inside don't know who is the high-level person we want to catch, and if it takes too long, they may escape through the port that we have not yet fully controlled." Osamu Dazai followed his meaning, didn't know what he thought of, and chuckled, "Where are those who betrayed the original organization?"

"It's all closed here." Nakahara Chuya gestured in a direction with his chin, and pressed his hat with his hand, his blue eyes were sharp and firm, "Hey Dazai, do you have a way to find them?"

"At least it's more reliable than some slimy slug." Osamu Dazai stabbed him as he walked in that direction.

Nakahara also felt that his fists were itching again. He saw that Osamu Dazai was about to say something when he found a small man following behind the mackerel, quietly.

This is still a child, right?Could it be some kind of strong supernatural being here?

"Dazai, who is this guy behind you?"

Osamu Dazai didn't stop walking, and replied casually: "That's the little puppet I raised recently, how is it, is it obedient?"

"Huh?" Nakahara couldn't help but frowned, looked at the fragile-looking mirror, and made sure that there was no stiffness of wood, and immediately glared at Osamu Dazai, "What nonsense are you talking about, this is a person! "

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai paused, turned his head to look at Nakahara Chuya, his pupils were deep, and a strange smile appeared on his face, saying word by word: "No, this is a puppet."

His tone was so firm that Zhongyuan Zhong also suspected for a moment that the mirror was really some kind of high-tech product, not a living person.

Chuya Nakahara, who was dubious, turned his head and wanted to take a closer look at the appearance of the mirror, but he didn't expect that as soon as he got closer, the mirror with his head slightly lowered reacted greatly and jumped to the side, while keeping away from him, he regarded Osamu Dazai as blocked obstructions.

This obviously disgusted reaction made Zhongyuan Zhong also angry and confused. He lowered his voice and asked the ignorant little ghost: "What are you doing? What's so scary?"

Osamu Dazai, who discovered the mirror's behavior, laughed at him: "Look, look, even a puppet who doesn't understand anything knows to stay away from slimy slugs, it's really scary, chuuya."

I don't know if it was to echo this sentence, the hiding mirror retreated a little, avoiding the sight of Nakahara Chuya.

"Hmph, the mackerel is really not a good thing." The self-reliant and older Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't bother to care about so much with the little kid, left a word in annoyance and strode forward.

As soon as he left, Kagami immediately returned to normal, and continued to follow behind Osamu Dazai in a particularly well-behaved manner.

The black-haired boy who didn't pay much attention to him turned his head slightly, and glanced at him with the only eye that was exposed, but said nothing.

After a while, the three of them arrived at the abandoned warehouse where the traitor was placed. The big man guarding the gate respectfully saluted the two of them and let them in.

In addition to the PortMafia members guarding the four corners of the warehouse, the middle area is the group of people who betrayed their own organization.As members of the hostile organization, they were still tied up and sitting on the ground. Of course, they wouldn't get much preferential treatment, at most they didn't have guns pointed at their heads.

As soon as Dazai entered the warehouse, he glanced at these people on the ground, then stood in front of them unhurriedly, and asked, "Where are the people who make decisions among you?" When he asked this, he looked very kind Already, there is no evil spirit in line with PortMafia at all.

Those present did not dare to despise him, because PortMafia's famous gravity made Nakahara Nakaya stand beside him quietly, acquiescing to his actions.

The leader of those people obviously had good eyesight, and quickly walked out of the crowd, standing two meters away from Osamu Dazai: "It's me, Tomoya Dozo." This is a middle-aged man who seems to be glib , shrewd fox eyes gleamed, and there was a scar on his face across the tip of his nose.

"Oh, it's you, who made such a wise judgment and defected to our PortMafia banner." Osamu Dazai looked at him, and said something that seemed to agree with him, as if he was about to reward him.

"Where, where." Tuzang Zhi also smiled flatteringly, and with that face, he looked more like a villain who is used to meeting the wind and the wind, "This is not the so-called good bird choosing a tree to live in, of course it is PortMafia Such a large organization in the dark is more worthy of our reliance."

"That's pretty good." Osamu Dazai praised him again, and when Tomoya Tuzo laughed, he casually asked a question, "So, do your companions think the same?"

"Of course, that's what they mean too." Tuzang Zhi also nodded hastily.

"Is that so?" Osamu Dazai still spoke softly, "That's really a coincidence, you just happened to meet our team that came to destroy it, and it just so happens that you are all a group of traitors who have abandoned the organization, and you all have defected to PortMafia. idea, and sold his own organization by the way.”

Tuzang Zhi also felt that something was wrong, a little cold sweat broke out on his back, and he still coped with it with a smile: "Because the original organization is too bastard, we have long thought of finding another master, and it is also lucky that we met PortMafia .”

"That's really good luck." Dazai Osamu echoed in a vague manner, then turned around and told the big men in black standing around, "Don't keep it, kill them all here." His tone of saying this was still the same. The same as before, even the tone of voice has not changed much, it is as simple and easy as saying that killing a group of chickens instead of people.

"Wait, wait!" Satoshi Tuzang didn't understand what happened, and rushed over to stop all of this, and asked in horror, "Why did you kill us? We clearly provided PortMafia with information, even if we were once hostile, It shouldn't be handled so lightly!"

Osamu Dazai waved his hand, stopped the attack temporarily, and then tilted his head, as if he was the one who didn't understand: "Let's not say that I have the direct right to deal with prisoners like you, why do you think you can survive?"

"But we..." Tuzangzhi also became excited, wanting to say something.

"You may have made a mistake in your perception of PortMafia." Osamu Dazai interrupted him directly, "Actually, you guys are the bait for delaying." His tone seemed to be saying something that was confirmed.

In Tuzang Tomoya's widened pupils, the scary boy who saw their purpose in a few words spoke devilishly: "This plan sounds very feasible. Being a traitor took the initiative to provide false information to PortMafia, but we were uncertain and were dragged back."

"Maybe, when we go to the so-called high-level location with your assistance, we will find a group of people who are completely invincible with our current strength waiting for us. And you group will take advantage of the situation and give us back Let's kill each other, this idea sounds really good, doesn't it?" The black-haired boy stared at him with dark iris-colored eyes, like the gaze of an abyss.

Tuzang Zhi also felt that his back was soaked in cold sweat, and gritted his teeth to retort: ​​"You, you are just guessing, there is no evidence at all!"

"That's why you have a problem with your perception of PortMafia." Dazai Osamu sighed, watching the dying man's struggle indifferently, "PortMafia doesn't need evidence for this kind of thing. And Mr. Mori doesn't You would like to betray your subordinates in a few words, you have chosen the wrong place."

After speaking, he gave the big man opposite him a look.

The PortMafia members who received the order immediately took out their weapons, ignored the screams and roars in their ears, and shot directly at the crowd sitting on the ground.

All of a sudden, gunshots and the sound of blood gushing out could be heard endlessly.

The bright red blood splashed on the dusty window sill, and then slowly slid down, drawing a strange and terrifying pattern.

Osamu Dazai, who looked at Qingshen indifferently, seemed to have suddenly remembered something, grabbed the mirror standing behind him and couldn't see it clearly, and pushed it forward, making him face this hellish scene: "Mirror , watch carefully, don't look away." For the first time, he didn't call him by that strange name, but gave an irresistible order.

Unprepared, the mirror placed at the front line was still a little dazed, and he raised his gaze directly to the screaming crowd, saw the red liquid like a river spreading, and heard the painful wailing that seemed to be in his ears.

He stared blankly at this special performance, not knowing what Dazai Osamu was up to.

The one-sided suppression campaign ended soon, and Jing heard the conversation between the two behind him in a daze.

"Hey Dazai, you killed them, so you know where the person we are looking for is." Nakahara Chuya's tone was firm. Although he hated Dazai very much, he did not doubt his ability. That's why he didn't stop him from acting.

"Well, it's probably the west side of their organization's territory." Dazai Osamu gave the answer lightly, "It seems that they don't have enough time to use this method. It takes time to arrange a boundary that is convenient for escape, and PortMafia I haven't fully controlled it yet, so it should be that. In a way, thanks to the more clues given by this group of people, the target can be locked faster."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand to pull the mirror with his back facing him, turned around, looked at the mirror with a ignorant expression, and let him go with raised eyebrows: "What, even emotions like fear, fear, sympathy, etc. , don’t you understand?”

Nakahara, who watched all this, also understood what Osamu Dazai meant. His gaze swept across the face of the light green-haired child, and he frowned slightly uncomfortably: He really is a puppet without any emotional fluctuations. The child you mentioned is not a normal person at all.

"...You want me to understand, what?" Mr. Jing felt that something related to him and probably very important just happened. After a little hesitation, he spoke unskillfully .

He took the initiative to speak this time, which seemed to arouse Osamu Dazai's interest. He looked down at the mirror, his kite-colored pupils were dull and deep: "Do you understand the life and death of people? What's the meaning of their death? What do you mean, do you understand?"

While the two were talking, Nakahara Nakahara, who consciously directed the PortMafia members to deal with the scene, murmured in his heart: This mackerel talks like a god, what does such an older child know.

Sure enough, the mirror image was as if being questioned, without saying a word.

This kind of puppet, who is like a blank sheet of paper, cannot be expected to say anything.Osamu Dazai, who had expected it for a long time, calmly looked away, and was about to set off for the appointed arresting location.

A weak force tugged him.

It was the mirror that grabbed the corner of his clothes.

The child's clean and clear eyes still did not and did not reflect as before, and asked in an illusory voice: "If I tell the answer, can I return my mirror?"

This is interesting.

Osamu Dazai looked at him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Tell me first."

Jing spoke in a calm tone: "Death is just a part of life. Watching individual death and stripping it from the whole, it is empty and lonely. * But death is not the ultimate reality, it seems is dark, as the sky appears blue, but death is no more a blackened entity than the sky leaves its color on the wings of birds."

"It's just a stage of life, which is unique and ordinary because of being born."

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face disappeared, and when he was expressionless, the weird and terrifying feeling on his body became obvious, and there was a dreadful malice in the kite-colored eyes: "Where did you hear that?" This passage?"

The mirror didn't answer his question, but just asked him for his own things: "My mirror..."

Hearing this topic, Osamu Dazai's breath returned to the original feeling, and while patting the pocket with the mirror in it, he smiled triumphantly at him: "I didn't promise to return it to you, it was you who said it yourself. .”

mirror:"......."

Human beings nowadays are really too cunning, and they still don't abide by the agreement, which is too bad.

The author has something to say: The passage of * used part of Tagore's views on death, and does not represent Tagore's attitude.

The meaning of the mirror is actually viewed from a macro perspective, but it also revealed a problem. Now he does not have the ability to empathize with death.

He is also afraid of the Central Plains for a reason, although I think you may guess it soon...

Now readers, so smart ORZ

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