【L月L】Inquisitor

When Ye Shenyue came out of the club, an unfamiliar umbrella was placed at the door.The white umbrella stood at the door, it was wet and looked miserable, as if it had just experienced a storm.

It is an umbrella of Akimoto.

"Am I bothering you?"

In the empty corridor, only Qiuben was leaning against the window.She seemed to be rushing out of the rain, and the long skirt was splashed with traces of rain.

"What's the matter?" Ye Shenyue asked.

"Actually, it's nothing... I just want to say goodbye to you. I'm going to Kansai to go to school next week, so..." Her fingers became more tightly entangled, and the white fingertips could be seen faintly.

She didn't continue to speak, with a blank look on her face.

In fact, it was just an accident on the way here.The cloudless sky was suddenly dark, and the violent storm made it difficult for people to move, so they fled here subconsciously to avoid the rain.

And it's clearly not a safe haven.

Maybe I still want to get lucky and see him again, but when I really see him again, the broken bond only breeds embarrassment and silence.

"Forget it, I'd better go."

"Wait a minute," Ye Shenyue picked up the white umbrella and handed it to her, "I'll see you off."

Qiu Ben originally wanted to politely decline, but the thought just passed by in a flash.

Ye Shenyue didn't seem to have changed much from before, the transparent ice wall was still in front of him, keeping everyone out.She sees everything clearly through the wall, but it's just an indiscernible reflection of the outside world floating on it.And the person behind him was sitting alone, watching with cold eyes.No one could touch him, and he stared coldly and alone, but it seemed like a long wait.

She always thought that she could find a gap, even if it was only a little bit, she was confident to destroy it.

But no, not at all.

She stretched out her arm subconsciously, but put it down quickly.

When they walked out of the corridor, the outside was still gloomy. Although it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, it looked like the sky in the evening.The street lamps on the street light up slowly, and the lights in the mist seem to be wiped away forcefully, leaving only the hazy and diffused orange color, retaining the skylight that is constantly tilting towards the darkness.

Ye Shenyue held up the umbrella, and the pattern on the white umbrella lost the sunlight and turned into a dull gray.They hang down decadently, stained with muddy water, and crumbling with the pace of sprinting.

None of them spoke, the silence was like compressed air, and the dense concentration made it impossible to breathe smoothly.The rain is whispering, speaking a language that no one understands.It dripped, sobbed with solitude, and was crushed by the noise of the city, leaving nothing.

"Ye Shen, I actually know."

Akimoto stopped, Ya Shenyue looked at her sideways.

"I know it's all in vain."

When she blurted out those words, it was like opening the last window.The wind rolled in, and it was neither angry nor painful.It dissipated lightly and shattered with a "pop" in the bottom of my heart.

A little relaxed, but felt a sudden pain.

"But there are some things, even if you know them in advance, when they happen, they will still make people sad." She continued, "I always want to know how I should keep them, but what qualifications do I have to keep them. I know all these things Things are a foregone conclusion from the beginning, but people are like this, even if they know the ending, they will still make the same choice. Are you right?"

Her tone was very gentle, but every word was like a sharp knife, bit by bit cutting through the illusion growing in the flesh and blood, making the truth dripping with blood.She questioned herself, and she questioned him.A mirror that can reveal the truth, facing him and facing himself, so that they can all see their own desolate reflection in the mirror.

Ye Shenyue's throat trembled, and he was silent for a while.

"Yes."

He raised his head, and the top of his head was covered with blackness, like a shore full of reefs.There are clouds under your feet, afterimages that have been blown and shattered by the wind, lingering like broken catkins.There were still clouds on clouds, and a gloomy gray hung over the sky.There was no wind around him, and he stood in the middle of the snow field. Ice lurks under the snow above his head. They are opaque, and distorted soil particles can be vaguely seen.In the distance are continuous black mountain peaks, connected with black reefs, forming a clear boundary.

The soft rain suddenly became violent, and the torrential rain intertwined with thunder and lightning, rumbling overhead, and the sudden flashes of lightning illuminated his pale face.The hard rain beat the glass angrily.It wanted to smash everything, but smashed itself into pieces, dissolving into zigzag lines one after another.

The heavy arms fell to the ground, and the coldness penetrated into the cracks in the bones.It invaded silently and spread like a virus.So the teeth began to chatter constantly, and a layer of hoarfrost seemed to form on the eyelashes.

The person in his arms was too lazy, he closed his eyes tightly, leaving him with a quiet face, as if he was pretending to sleep - and the person who pretended to sleep would never wake up.

Then all the gambling games have become a ridiculous past, and they can only linger in the memories.The deliberate cover turned into a more and more conspicuous sore.Self-knowledge is nothing more than a pretentious gesture, and I still try to erase it over and over again.The thick paint is repeatedly layered and dried into blurred traces.So he backed up, backed up and down.When all the scenery came into his pupils, he realized that it was no longer a simple picture, but an impression of memory.

All the colors dissolve together, fester inside, and finally become incurable nebula.

Akimoto watched as the wall in front of Ye Shenyue suddenly broke into a crack, and pale shadows stayed in his pupils, like stubborn scars.It was motionless, curled up, clearly in extreme pain.

It was the shadow hidden in his eyes, and the face of the truth that she would never have the chance to know.

"You asked me why I gave up the police because I wanted to be a doctor. My father... since my mother passed away, he has been very tired, both mentally and physically. I want to help him get rid of the burden , wanting to protect him too. And—”

"Sakuya," Yagamitsu interrupted her, "let's call it a day."

Akimoto Sakixi didn't continue talking, she seemed a little regretful, but still showed a faint smile.

"You're finally willing to call me by my name."

The swaying rain, countless lonely raindrops falling from the sky.In their fallen lives, they can only find each other at the moment of the end, and then flow into the dark river of the city.

"I'm leaving," she said. "Who is that shadow in your eye, Night God?"

Ye Shenyue was just silent, but the haze of loneliness spread out from her body, and the shadow in her eyes was like a white dust that had been thrown into it.

"Sakuya, I did one thing once," he said.

"A thing I neither regret nor consider a mistake." There was a long pause after he finished the sentence, as if he was too tired to continue only after a long time.

"But I can't forget it."

A huge crack suddenly appeared in the ice wall, and the web of thin lines cut his face into dislocations, repeating the same part, and missing another.But she has never been a part that can fill the gap, even if she distorts herself into any kind of appearance, she can't fit the broken gap.

She was clearly in front of him, but it seemed like she had never appeared in his life.Those countless trams passing by the platform, those passers-by passing shoulder to shoulder, those tears falling from the clouds - who can tell each other apart, I'm afraid even myself can't distinguish myself, but it's just repeating and repeating all the same things The bridge section is an existence that never existed.

She's sad because it's ridiculous, and she's ridiculous because she's sad.

Children next to them ran past them yelling, and one of the girls bumped into her.All the entangled images in front of her eyes collapsed in an instant.

"I'm sorry, sister."

The girl hurriedly left a not-so-sincere apology, laughed and ran away, leaving her only a brief acquaintance and an eternal back.

"I don't know, Night God," she said, "maybe you have forgotten that event, but the consciousness still thinks it stays in the memory. And the past, everything you feel, is just created by you It's just a picture."

She smiled quickly at Ye Shenyue, and her wet hair was pasted playfully on her forehead.The light in the eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of water, it was scattered, dizzy, and turned into lights of various colors, brilliant and warm.

She reached out and touched Ye Shenyue's eyelids, her soft fingertips were like the wind.

"Let's all move on, Night," she said. "He's gone."

A narrow stream of water converged in the low-lying places on both sides of the road. They rushed along the established gullies and flowed into the darkness under the asphalt road.

Then a scalding teardrop became a raindrop—falling.