When Osamu Dazai actually came into contact with the corpse, all the enemies had been dealt with, and Yokohama once again barely settled down in the turmoil.

Dazai Osamu turned his back to the ruins of the port mafia building and looked at the familiar-looking corpse in front of him in confusion. Ozaki Momiji, who had been semi-retired before, stumbled over. Her kimono was damaged in the battle.

Her hair was also messy. She looked at the corpse lying on the ground, her hand holding the umbrella was shaking, she opened her mouth, her lips were trembling so much that she could not speak.

Nakahara Chuuya's hat and clothes had been neatly arranged and placed beside him by Osamu Dazai, but the man lying on the ground could no longer get up and put them on by himself.

The remaining members of the Port Mafia surrounded them like a coffin at a funeral.

It started to rain in Yokohama.

After that, Dazai Osamu did not continue to execute the plan to commit suicide. He dealt with those organizations quickly and swiftly, refusing to let anyone go. He did not stop until all participants were slaughtered. Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka were by his side.

, until the Port Mafia regained its strength and left for the Armed Detective Agency. Before leaving, Atsushi Nakajima hesitated for a while and gave Osamu Dazai a small box with a small folded card on it.

Osamu Dazai folded his hands and looked at the card on the small box expressionlessly. He did not open it or dismantle the box to see what was inside. He just put it in the drawer and continued with his plan.

No one knew what his plan was, and no one knew what he did. People only saw that Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was supposed to die, opened his eyes again and existed in the world.

When Ozaki Momiji received the news, she was shaking with anger with her umbrella knife in hand. When she rushed into the chief's office, Nakahara Chuuya was carrying her on his back and pouring coffee.

Hearing the noise, Nakahara Zhongya turned around and said, "Sister Hongye...? What's wrong with you? Are you so excited?"

For the first time, Ozaki Momiji couldn't hold the knife firmly and fell to the ground.

"...Chuuya?"

Nakahara Chuuya's eyes moved, and a worried look appeared on his face. He walked quickly to Ozaki Momiji, "Sister, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

Ozaki Momiji took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Chuuya, please go out first. I have something to tell the leader."

Nakahara Chuuya's reaction was to glance at Dazai Osamu first, and after receiving a nod, he left the office. Ozaki Momiji watched his movements silently.

"Dazai Osamu," Ozaki Momiji picked up the umbrella knife that fell on the ground, pulled out some with the blade exposed, and called the leader by his full name, "What do you want to do?! How dare you disturb the dead man's sleep!"

Dazai Osamu smiled, his face paler than before, "Sister Hongye, I am not disturbing the deceased's sleep, I am just fulfilling the agreement."

"What agreement?"

Dazai Osamu did not answer her, but signaled: "Sister Hongye, I still have something to do, please leave first. I will explain everything to you after everything is over."

They looked at each other for a long time, and Ozaki Momiji said: "I am waiting for your answer."

After Ozaki Momiji left, Nakahara Chuuya came in and stood in front of Dazai Osamu. He had no doubts or other expressions and just looked at him silently, like a machine waiting for the next instruction.

Dazai Osamu lay on his back on the chair a little tired, his eyes vacant, "Chuuya, do you have any questions?"

Zhongyuan Zhongya shook his head stiffly, and all his previous expressions disappeared, as if the set program encountered an obstacle and could not run the next operation.

Dazai Osamu's eyes moved, "It still doesn't work, it still doesn't work, what went wrong?"

He raised his hand to untie the bandage on his hand and looked at the pattern on the back of his hand. In fact, this pattern was useless, but... at least it could give Dazai Osamu a weak comfort.

Still under control.

"It's still not right." Osamu Dazai thought, "Memories, emotions, and strength are all there, so why is this kind of existence the one that came alive?"

Dazai Osamu waved his hand, expressionless, "Let's start over, try it again, it's okay, it will definitely be okay."

"My plans never go wrong."

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

The summoned person with the appearance of Nakahara Chuuya died again and again, opened his eyes again and again, and introduced himself to Osamu Dazai again and again.

"Zhongyuan Zhongye, obey the call."

The summons again and again allowed him to integrate his memories with Nakahara Chuuya more thoroughly, and his mastery of emotions became better and better. He became more and more proficient from being unfamiliar at the beginning, with memories, preferences, small movements, emotions, and so on.

It is getting closer and closer to what it should be like in the Central Plains.

Zhongyuan Zhongya is becoming more and more like Zhongyuan Zhongya, but he himself has also disappeared, his own existence is suppressed in the deepest part, and Zhongyuan Zhongya's personality is active outside.

God exists because of faith, and he exists because of Dazai Osamu's wish.

No one expected his appearance, life was not his, memories were not his, emotions were not his, and he did not even have a name.

He can only exist as Zhongyuan Zhongye.

Repeating it again and again, Dazai Osamu almost thought he had succeeded. It was really Nakahara Chuuya himself who woke up, but it was different. Different was different after all.

Dazai Osamu realized that his plan really went wrong.

The Central Plains will never come back to life.

In the hopeless repetition, Osamu Dazai decided to let go.

Dazai Osamu waved to him, and he obediently walked over and looked at Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu took off the scarf around his neck and put it on his neck.

Dazai Osamu pushed him forward gently: "You are free."

Taking advantage of the rift between the book and the parallel world, Osamu Dazai sent him to the main world. It didn't matter whether he continued to live or to escape, but for him, there was no reason to continue to live. Only liberation was the final freedom.

He decided to free himself.

[If it really ends, please burn my body and scatter the ashes into the sea]

He wants true freedom.

After Osamu Dazai watched the existence created by his own hands leave, he opened the drawer, took out the box given to him by Atsushi Nakajima a long time ago, and opened it.

Inside was a small bottle filled with candy that looked like sleeping pills.

Dazai Osamu looked at the small bottle for a while, then opened the folded card, and what came into view were a few lines of familiar handwriting:

"This is the candy I specially found that tastes most like sleeping pills. If I find you taking sleeping pills again, I will take your head off and play it like a ball!!!"

Dazai Osamu put down the small card, opened the bottle and took two pills. He smiled for a long time and said, "Chuuya, it doesn't taste like sleeping pills. It's too sweet."

Although he smiled, tears fell from the cracks in his smile. The heavy rain finally fell.

Eight years later, when Zhongyuan Nakaya was supposed to be thirty years old, Osamu Dazai set up a tombstone for him.

Dazai Osamu chose a place next to a tree, a place where few people would pass by. He took the wine and sat behind the tombstone, leaning against the tombstone. He took a sip of wine and suddenly remembered the promise Nakahara Chuuya had made.

"Only I can take your life"

Zhongya, you broke your promise.

[The dwarf knight failed to fulfill his oath]
Chapter completed!