Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

A day goes by with no progress.I went back to my kennel.

Sweeping away the instant noodle box with only soup left on the table, I put my legs on the dilapidated wooden table and opened a can of cold beer comfortably.

While drinking, I thought of him again.I thought of his half-smiling eyebrows and eyes, his series of lies, and the temperature of his lips.

thought of him.

Tears filled the eyes again.

shift, this is all to blame for the epidemic depression.I pinched the beer can bitterly.

I can't go down like this anymore.As the Lord of the Deep Sea, I should take heart.

I took out "Learning from Zero" and "Complete Idioms" from my pocket, and looked through them.

One by one idioms jumped in front of my eyes until...

"Kyushu Eight Desolation, unswerving determination..."

I swear my brain doesn't want to see these two words at all, it's my hand that can't control it, after seeing these two words, it can't move the thin paper anymore.

After an unknown amount of time, I slapped myself on the face and reminded myself viciously again: Be sober, forgive me, you are the master of the deep sea, and you are destined to become a Sherlock Holmes, so you can't just be depressed like this.

Think about it here.I picked up the overcoat that was thrown on the ground, put it on my shoulders and went out the door.

Since he couldn't find any clues to the murder case, he might as well find a way to solve that annoying depression.

I picked up the material Peanut gave me.Go find the two who were the first to kill themselves.

The first is a little old man who lives alone, a lonely corngut.He is a priest, but only confesses for himself.

Because no one wants to be near him.

He's the worst food in town.With a gutter-like mouth and vulture-like unpleasant eyes, she lives in a black castle where a witch would live, and plots a conspiracy that only a devil would plan.

Many people thought that he should have committed suicide long ago, but this time was 10 years later than everyone expected.

I'm skeptical of this whole narrative.

At least his hut looked normal. It was located in the western outskirts of Ketchup Bay, a small log cabin in a deserted jungle. Except for a leaky roof, it looked like a microwave oven. There was nothing to criticize.

There are even fuchsia and rose petunias planted at the door.

It took me two hours to walk here.

After sweeping open the two small petunia plants at the door, I used the usual method of hardcore detectives to enter the house.

how to say?When I saw his body thrown away in the trash can like a piece of spoiled cheese, surrounded by flies and maggots, I couldn't help opening my mouth. .

They didn't even dispose of the body.

But soon I was relieved.Yeah, what a normal thing it is to have an inedible piece of food lying in the trash.

What's more, his appearance can no longer be described as good-looking or bad-looking. It's disgusting, a kind of nausea that makes you suspect that you will become unpalatable if you accidentally touch it.

I sniffed the smell of spoiled food and determined that he had been dead for more than ten days.

But the cause of his death may not be as simple as the scribbled on the death file - suicide - hitting a wall to die, it may be an accident.

He was frightened, fell down, and accidentally knocked his head on the floor. Because of his old age, there was no one to rescue him, so he just died.

Don't ask me why I know, there are bloodstains dragging on the ground, and there is an overturned medical bag.

He wants to live.

Perhaps it is the established impression of everyone that caused the error in judgment.They think that unpalatable food should commit suicide, just like women in the old society deserved to die after losing their virginity.

I sympathize with what happened to him, but will not "do justice" for him.

Because I don't know him well.

I should have left.He wasn't suicidal, let alone depressed, and couldn't possibly be the source of an epidemic of depression.

But I didn't go.An open diary as thick as a brick caught my attention.

Or maybe it was the last line in the diary that caught my attention.

【Ten years, I saw her again.Am I dazzled?Can people really come back from the dead? 】

"What do you mean?" I put my eyes on the diary.Trying to see something from those crooked fonts.

Failed.

I secretly cursed a shift, and began to miss someone again, who used to do these things.

I don't know how long it took until I came back to my senses.Annoyed, I banged my head hard against the wooden table, the pain clearing me up a bit.

I flipped through the diary like venting my anger.Mumbling in his mouth, "Without you, I can live well by myself."

It's like drinking coffee without a coffee partner.

Except a little bitter.

The dilapidated notebooks turned over like running water in my hands, but they were all meaningless. All of them were written on the experience of planting flowers and plants.

For example, how to trim petunia, how to water, fertilize, and remove insects.I couldn't help frowning, so tight that I could pinch ten thousand flies to death.

I searched here and there, trying to find something useful, but failed.

Just when my patience ran out.I saw another line of writing.

[I have changed, from a corn sausage to a tasteless candle.I lost all taste.Perhaps this is the punishment of the God of Deliciousness, punishing me for not being saved. 】

I don't know if the delicacy will drive the god of delicious food crazy.But keeping a diary without the time must drive me crazy.

I don't know what year this one was written, but it must have been several years after the last one.

Maybe it's "ten years".

I tore off the two pages of the diary and put them in my pocket.I continued to look through it again, and this time I had a revelation.

In the early years, after losing all the taste of corn sausage, he once fell into depression and hovered on the verge of suicide.It wasn't until later that he thought of a way to divert his attention.

grow flowers.

Only then did he slowly withdraw from the pain.

I think this method works.I can also cultivate other interests to divert my attention.For example, the cultivation of freshwater chrysanthemums, and the maintenance and maintenance of Dumuzhou.

"Hahahahahaha."

Thinking of this, I smiled smugly.When I empathize with these two things, I can forget him completely.

I am only one step away from jumping out of the sea of ​​suffering.

This is all thanks to the old man corn sausage.His image in my eyes grew instantly, and I looked at the photo on the wall, he was standing in the sea of ​​flowers, smiling very brightly.

I know he's out of his demons.Although he doesn't taste good, he can smile very nicely.

He accompanied me through a lonely night.And I am willing to give him a peaceful eternal sleep.

I buried him in his favorite petunia, hoping that he can bloom a full flower in the coming year.

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This chapter is absolutely sweet, I guarantee it with my mother's personality⊙▽⊙