Miss Silver's Note on Orphans [Comprehensive]

A "Closed Business" sign hung outside the door of the small fortune-telling house, and the house was lit.

There was a water stain on the flannel cloth of the long table, and a small puddle of water gathered on the floor.

Today's divination house seems to use water as the theme medium to carry out divination and enlightenment related to water.

Ginko Sakata sat opposite to Osamu Dazai, while Atsushi Nakajima and Wataru were roughly kicked out by the body.

This is an important conversation with just two people.

"So what do you want to tell me?" Yinzi asked while touching the crystal ball.

At this time, Yinzi was not wearing a cloak, and the movement of stroking the crystal ball was completely different from that of the fortune teller.

What lingers around her is no longer inscrutable, mysterious and glamorous, but a kind of tranquility and peace with a little carelessness.

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, bit by bit put away the frivolous smile on his face, his expression was serious and tense: "Ah, actually I want to confess to Miss Yinzi: I am from another world."

He stopped and did not continue, but stared at Yin Zi.

Ginko's expression didn't change at all, she let go of the crystal ball, fumbled out a lollipop from under the long table that she had forgotten when she put it there, pulled the candy wrapper and stuffed it into her mouth, then raised her head and gave Osamu Dazai a lollipop. Questioning eyes.

That means: "Are you finished?"

Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders, his expression relaxed: "Oh, what a pity, I was wondering if it would be possible to see Miss Yinzi's surprised expression."

"Hmm." Yinzi replied vaguely, not wanting to waste any time licking the lollipop.

"I'm going to continue talking, Miss Yinzi, will you listen carefully?" Dazai Osamu confirmed in a coquettish tone.

His hair was still wet, and his color looked darker than usual, making his skin extremely fair.

Around his neck was the towel that Atsushi Nakajima had stuffed for him before he went out, and now the towel had also absorbed water and became damp, lazily fitting against the side of his face.

Although his clothes were no longer dripping water, they were still far from drying, showing lines that accentuated his figure more than usual.

Perhaps it was this kind of dampness that pervaded the whole body that made those iris-colored eyes seem to sparkle with water.

"Dun Dun and I both come from different worlds, and so do some other people.

"We may know each other, or we may not know each other. In short, we lived in the same world before, and then came here one after another in the near future. Maybe more people will come here in the future? This is completely uncertain.

"The cause of this situation is unknown, the consequences are unknown, and whether it is reversible is unknown. In short, I have investigated it myself for a few days, but I have not found any clues at all.

"So it's not necessarily God who caused all this to happen."

Osamu Dazai felt that he was telling a joke, so he narrowed his eyes and laughed twice.

However, Yinzi didn't bother to make any expression, and even licked the lollipop until it started to smoke, as if he was smoking a cigarette out of boredom.

Osamu Dazai had no choice but to skip the joke and continued: "I want to tell Yinzi some information about the world over there, because maybe Yinzi will be useful.

"First of all, the level of science and technology in life over there is a little behind that of this side. There are no 'weirds' or 'personality', and only a small number of people secretly hold 'powers'.

"'Ability' and 'personality' are actually very similar, but they are not the same thing when you get to the bottom of it. Although the ability of the elimination system can still eliminate part of the personality-I have carried out relevant experiments and confirmed this in the past few days. But 'power' and 'personality' are still different.

"'Personality' is more like an extension of the body. For the personality holder, the personality will become unusable when the body is weak. If the body is healthy, the personality cannot be weakened unilaterally. As for the personality of the alien system, it is completely It can be regarded as that person originally looked like that.

"'Ability' is the extra strength of the holder. Whether it is physically strong or bedridden, the ability itself will not change its strength due to the physical condition of the holder. What affects the ability is another set Rules, rules exclusive to abilities.

"So if you need to fight or something, Yinzi should pay special attention to this.

"Oh, by the way, tell Ginko about the city of Yokohama where I live, it's a very prosperous seaside city.

"There is a very powerful force in the black area there. Let me tell you a little secret. The leader of that force is a disgusting pedophile. I defected from there in the past because I couldn't understand it..."

In this way, Osamu Dazai said more and more casually, trivially and life-like. He did not specify the name and surname, but used descriptions such as "a certain dwarf" to refer to the object of description.

His description was also not specific, at most it was a disclosure of the level of "Although the little dwarf is very strong, he is also easy to fool".

When Ginko finished licking one lollipop and impatiently planned to take out a second lollipop to continue licking, Osamu Dazai finally stopped with an unsatisfied expression on his face.

"Let's go here, because my mouth is already dry, but it really feels a lot better to say it. Then Miss Yinzi, I'll go first."

Osamu Dazai waved to Ginko, stood up with a smile on his face, and planned to leave.

He himself spoke comfortably, but Yin Zi frowned.

If he didn't ask any more questions, he would leave. Yinzi decided to stop him: "Hey, why are you telling me this? Do you think I will definitely go to the world over there, so you told me the information in advance?"

"About this, maybe?" Dazai Osamu chuckled.It's just that this smile is covered with a layer of sinking fatigue in Yinzi's eyes, and there is no real happiness in it.

He stood a little far away from Yinzi, his eyes dim and unclear: "After thinking about it, I found that the only thing I can do is to trust Miss Yinzi, so please don't disappoint this trust. If it is really like As I thought... I'll leave it to you."

The first half of the sentence carried a sense of threat that no one could ignore, but the second half of the sentence suddenly lowered its tone and turned into a humble prayer.

It seems that Dazai Osamu did not say something in the end, and Ginko can clearly feel this, but she doesn't understand what it means.

From the beginning, Dazai Osamu was a nonsense guy with some problems in his head in Ginko's mind.

So whether it's using a computer to synthesize a strange photo to scare people, or using the water on his body to damage the floor of the divination room after failing to kill himself.Yin Zi decided to tolerate the behavior of these brats because Dun Dun knew him.

But at this moment, Yinzi's heart was suddenly shaken.

What if the crazy things Dazai Osamu said before are true?

If those were true, then she herself... really lost part of her memory due to drunkenness one day?

That night, Yinzi didn't sleep very well. She had a nightmare in the middle of the night, and after struggling to wake up, she couldn't remember the dream content at all.

She sat up and was not in the mood to go back to sleep, and was a little thirsty.

Then the idea of ​​going for a drink suddenly popped up.

She dressed lightly, put on a cloak, covered her face and left the divination room, looking for a place to drink along the street.

It was already past midnight, and the night was dark, and Yinzi didn't see an open izakaya on the main road.

Of the two bars that were supposed to be open all night, one was being redecorated, and the other had a sign that the boss was out of business for a week.

Yinzi had no choice but to turn to the small road, hoping to see if he could encounter a bar hidden in a deep alley by luck.

In the deep night, there were few lights, and the narrow path was full of shadows. Silver, who was wearing a cloak and a hood, almost completely melted into the darkness, becoming an integral part of the darkness.

A person in thin black clothes appeared in Yinzi's field of vision. That person had gray-blue messy hair, which looked like silver hair at first glance. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Yinzi to distinguish this person in the darkness.

What is more stylish is that this person has a severed hand clasped on his face, which looks like he is engaged in some kind of performance art.

Although it looks a bit scary at first glance at night, this look is really creative. If you go to some performance art exhibition, you will probably win a big prize in the end.

When Yinzi passed by the other party, he felt that he might be able to ask the way, so he asked, "Do you know where there is still a bar that is open?"

The other party didn't react at first when they heard the strike-up, and then tilted their head after a while, and laughed in a hoarse voice, "I know a family, do you want to come with me?"

"Okay."

Yinzi, who hides her figure under the cloak, is like a witch at night, walking side by side with the man with the severed hand clasped on his face, their temperaments are unexpectedly in sync.

It seems that it is feasible for the two to form a group of pretending to be gods and ghosts and make their debut directly.

This was the impression that Black Fog, who was bored in the bar, had when he saw the two of them for the first time.

"Dead handle wooden hanging, is she?" Hei Wu asked tentatively, and at the same time put down the glass that was being wiped N times.

Yinzi also looked at the dead handle wooden hanging.The bar was dimly lit, but people could still be seen clearly, so Yinzi noticed more details on the enthusiastic black-clothed man.

The lips were chapped, the eyes were red, the skin was pale, and there were some blood marks on the neck from constant scratching.Skinny and thin, the two real hands on the arms are not even as big as the severed hand on the face.

This kind-hearted man seems to be living a miserable life, and the black clothes on his body are so thin that any country mother can feel distressed.

In comparison, it was just a mass of black mist with two yellow eyes in the bartender's clothes, it was too simple, and it didn't look worth caring about.

Sigang Muhang pulled away the chair in front of the bar and sat down on his own: "I met a person who wanted to drink on the road, and I will give her all to drink for free tonight."

Free order... Hei Wu wanted to refuse, but the cloaked woman was already bowing to thank her: "Thank you very much, if possible, please bring me a glass of tompelli. I've always wanted to try this but I don't have the money to buy it."

So you also know that Dong Peili is very expensive?You're really welcome.But the woman's voice sounded surprisingly young.

Hei Wu slandered, although he was reluctant, he still brought a glass of Dong Peli.

He was a little curious about the cloaked woman in front of him: Why did Sigang Muhang suddenly bring this woman back?

"You don't need any reason." Seemingly able to guess Heiwu's thoughts, Siganmu Hang laughed ironically with a hoarse voice. "Isn't it a good thing to satisfy those who linger in the middle of the night longing for a sip of wine? Even you are surprised. It seems that this twisted society is completely hopeless."

here we go again.Black Mist thought helplessly.

Really no matter what the topic is, it can be related to this aspect.

I just hope the woman in the cloak is smart enough to talk down the deadwood, or she might not be able to leave this bar in one piece.

But Yinzi didn't answer anything.She was indulging in the pleasure of drinking expensive wine.

And it's even more fun to drink the sky-high priced wine that I couldn't afford for free.

The wine flowed down the tongue, it felt like washing the whole soul, and the depression of not sleeping well was being excreted from the body along the limbs and bones.

Ginko couldn't help squinting his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.

Sigang Muhang turned his head and glanced at Yinzi.Because of the cover of the hood, he could only see the lower half of Yinzi's face.

The woman's lips pressed against the rim of the glass, and there was a strange power to attract attention in the dim light of the bar.

Sigang Muhang suddenly had a strong conversation: "I always think that it is because of the existence of heroes that people turn a blind eye to those who need help around them.

"Everyone lives in the comfort of foolishness. Whether they see the misfortune of others or their own misfortune, they are just like imbecile children waiting for heroes to save them.

"Then the hero did come, and luckily he was saved, and the people immediately started cheering and celebrating, as if everything was taken for granted.

"But the fact is just the opposite. The unrecoverable misfortune is hidden beside you and me, and hidden in everyone's heart."

Shikura Muhang was staring at Ginko, more precisely at Ginko's lips.

There was some real excitement in his voice, especially at this moment: "What do you think, this lady who got drunk late at night?"

The author has something to say: This is what I think. My Ying’s personality depends on the human body. For example, dry eye disease will limit Aizawa’s strength. The extreme examples are Uncle Ou and Izuku.

And Fumono's ability is not affected by physical fitness at all. For example, Akiko can and can only heal herself when she is on the verge of death. The extreme example is Shibusawa.

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