I'm the heroine of a love game in a comic book

"Mr. Toyoshima, do you understand what I mean? As long as you remove your supernatural powers, everything will be normal except you."

"I really admire you, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen you among so many magazines. Don't worry, Thoughts will always be the most popular magazine among Yokohama people."

Xuejian's tone was much more polite this time. She used both soft and hard tactics and was determined to win.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was dazed by the series of blows and for the first time in his life he thought of running away.

I even wanted to cover my ears and shout, "I don't want to listen, I ...."

"Is he your sweetheart?"

At this moment, Toyoshima and Shio were not as stubborn as before, and were still following the gossip with great interest.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke roared in his heart, look at your magazine, isn't the point that she is using the magazine to threaten you to remove your supernatural power! Stop gossiping, this is a very serious matter!

But he didn't dare to say it. Yuecheng Xuejian was obviously on edge, with a sense of calm madness. If he said the wrong thing, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Yes, if you refuse to do so, I will have no choice but to let him take you to the west, and then I will cure him myself."

Xuejian admitted it readily.

"Then you can just kill me and repay me for saving your life. Why go through all the trouble?"

"You are lying to me. You have used the mercenaries to indirectly gain supernatural powers on many people. My mission is to calm the situation, not just kill them."

Xuejian rolled her eyes.

Noticing that Akutagawa Ryunosuke beside her was already in a state of panic, Yukie continued to express her love without restraint with malicious intent.

"Of course, if you don't listen, I can only take a chance and save the person I like. But I don't know if I will die because of this, so I let Akutagawa-kun stay and hear my confession. I want him to never forget me in this life."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke could no longer bear the blow, and his whole body was staggering. At this moment, he did not have any of his usual fierceness, but instead was like a frightened rabbit.

He couldn't help but ask himself, what did I do to make Yuecheng Xuejian so persistent?

However, this is the first time that someone other than Xiaoyin has firmly chosen me.

Although Tsukishiro Xuejian is a little crazy, the psychology of Hong Kong's black troublemaker is not very healthy either. Isn't it a good match?

But... Ryunosuke Akutagawa was conflicted again.

When a person is rejected again and again, and someone stands up and chooses him, the first reaction is not ecstasy, but helplessness.

"That's even more than the way you expressed your possessiveness of this young man to me when we met at the café."

Toyoshima and Shio sighed.

“But that’s not enough to impress me.”

The window of the editor-in-chief's office was open, and the white gauze curtains fluttered in the wind and hit Toyoshima and Zhixiong's gold-rimmed glasses. Toyoshima took out a handkerchief, took off his glasses, and wiped them slowly.

He always has the image of a good guy. No matter in the eyes of editors, authors or readers, Toyoshima Yushio has always been a gentle and elegant literati.

No one saw the hatred and extremism hidden deep in his eyes.

"While we were chatting, nearly ten Yokohama psychics have committed suicide under my control. Although I didn't realize my plan to wipe out the Armed Detective Agency and the Hong Kong underworld with the help of Akutagawa-kun and the kid outside the door, I am already very satisfied to cause you a little trouble."

Putting on his glasses again, Toyoshima is still the familiar weak scholar.

After realizing that threats and emotional cards didn't work, Xuejian changed her offensive tactics and began to stimulate Toyoshima's mind, hoping to find a flaw by talking more and making more mistakes.

"Mr. Toyoshima, where does your hatred for people with special abilities come from? Is it because they destroyed Yokohama, or because they destroyed your ideals and your family?"

"Shut up, shut up!"

Sure enough, he was enraged.

"Let me guess. You chose to locate your magazine near Nojima Park. This place is not as prosperous as the city center, nor is it the cultural center of Yokohama. So Nojima Park must have a special meaning to you, so you would go there to wander around when you have nothing to do."

Xuejian remained unmoved, and her speech became faster and faster.

“Only those who dwell on the past would return to a place again and again, imitating the way they came to that place with their companions.

Wearing a floral shirt, carrying sunglasses and a camera, you don't look like you're going to work at all. You're imitating the outfit you wore when you first saw "Sunset on the Wild Island".

You are not from Yokohama, are you? "

The hammer fell heavily, declaring that Yuecheng Xuejian's reasoning was flawless.

Toyoshima Yushio's momentum suddenly declined, like an old man in his twilight years.

Seeing him like this, Xuejian's tone softened again, "Mr. Toyoshima, I sincerely beg you to unlock your ability. I absolutely cannot lose Akutagawa-kun."

I will never leave him until I get his love.

Toyoshima and Shio smiled bitterly, "Young people's love is really earth-shattering."

*

The sun was always high in the sky, the tide was rising and falling, and most of the wild island had been developed, but the small slope that he and his lover had climbed that year was still quiet.

Sometimes Toyoshima Yoshio would think that his confidant, his wife, might still be sitting there, waving to him, asking him to take a photo quickly.

The wind blowing in from the office was no different from the sea breeze they had felt on the wild island at dusk fifteen years ago.

College students who have just graduated always have many aspirations for the future. Toyoshima returned to her hometown, Yokohama, with Shio and her lover Emi.

Huimei took him to visit all the tourist spots in Yokohama, including the Eight Views of Kanazawa, Chinatown, the shrine, and Sankeien.

But his favorite is still the "Sunset on the Wild Island." That day, Huimei, who was sitting on the hillside, waved to him and urged him to take pictures quickly. He hurriedly set up the tripod, took out a ring from the pocket of his floral shirt, and knelt on one knee.

The golden afterglow of dusk just happened to be sprinkled on the sea surface. From the angle of the camera, the two shadows hugging and crying formed a silhouette.

Later, with the end of the war, Yokohama's situation became delicate, a large number of forces emerged, and people with special abilities unscrupulously seized territory, and Yokohama fell into chaos.

Toyoshima, Shio and Emi all agree that Yokohama cannot rely on the mafia or foreign forces to control it, and only the people of Yokohama themselves can save Yokohama.

In this situation, only literature can convey their thoughts, the so-called "literature carries the message."

So the first issue of "Thought" came out. They wrote down what they saw and felt in Yokohama in a cold or soft style, and implicitly put forward their own opinions. The magazine was very popular as soon as it came out, and the couple was greatly encouraged.

Toyoshima Yoshio and his wife work as teachers during the day and write articles at night. Although the TV reports tirelessly, warning people to go out less and stay away from people with special abilities, they believe that such days will soon pass.

Until a group of uninvited guests broke into their home, which was also the editorial office of "Thoughts".

When the couple came back from class, everything was over. A large number of manuscripts were burned, the foreign works that the couple had compiled and translated were torn into pieces, and the only printer was dismantled, with the ink cartridges falling on the chandelier...

This is a warning.

Toyoshima and Shio picked up the translation manuscript covered with shoe prints on the ground. It was a summary of the plan for managing people with special abilities in a country on the other side of the ocean. He asked a friend to mail it back from overseas.

Toyoshima Yuzhixiong felt his hands shaking and he felt dizzy. When he regained consciousness, he found Huimei kneeling on the ground, crying and holding his head, while he was lying in Huimei's arms, breathing weakly.

"Yu Zhixiong, we won't write anymore, we won't write anymore, don't scare me." Huimei said crying.

For the next ten years, not a single word was written.

After stopping writing, their lives were plain and happy, but Toyoshima and Shio knew that compared to themselves, Emi was the one who was crazy about literature. Writing was her outlet, while they were actually more devoted to translation.

Not allowing Huimei to write and express her true feelings is more painful than killing her.

As her belly grew bigger, Huimei's spirit became more and more fragile. One day, Toyoshima and Zhixiong woke up in the middle of the night and found that their wife was not around.

"Why don't you just write something and publish it? You have nothing to do when you're pregnant anyway."

"Really?" Huimei turned around in surprise and looked at Toyoshima and Shio who were standing at the door of the study, with a pen in their hands.

"Well, the situation in Yokohama is much more stable now, so it should be fine."

Just think of it as a way to comfort Huimei. I heard that the old leader of the Hong Kong underworld is seriously ill and people in the inner world are in turmoil. No one should read what is written in the tabloids.

He was wrong.

On this day, Toyoshima and Shio took their three-month-old daughter to the hospital for vaccination, and Emi was alone at home. When they returned, they were greeted by their home being robbed again and their wife's body hanging from the ceiling, swaying.

Her right hand was completely chopped off, and the smooth cross-section proved that it was done by a professional. The severed hand was thrown on the desk where Huimei was writing, staining the manuscript paper with wet ink red.

Toyoshima and Shio mechanically covered their daughter's eyes and looked up along the bloodstains on the wall in front of the desk.

Huimei wrote four words in blood on the wall:

"Literature is not dead"