Yokohama First Reconstruction Division

After coming to Tokyo High School alone, Nasu Shiraki received a call from Odasaku when the first autumn leaves fell on the campus.

When he saw the number on the caller ID, his indifferent and delicate face suddenly glowed.The appearance of him running away from the school boulevard suddenly while holding his mobile phone is quite different from his previous cold and steady image. People who know him are surprised when they see him like this.

Wearing a student uniform, Shiraki squatted behind a bush on an uninhabited path and picked up the phone.

He was a little out of breath from running, but he pressed well, trying to maintain the illusion that he wasn't looking forward to the call that much, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"...Body, how are you doing recently?"

The wind on the microphone side is very loud, Oda Saku seems to be standing by the sea, the sea breeze blows on the microphone, the noise generated is converted into invisible electromagnetic waves, and is faithfully projected into Shiraki's receiver.

"I haven't overused my abilities recently, and my health is fine."

"...When you grow up a bit and your body can bear it, you can gradually exercise your abilities."

Odasaku's voice was scattered by the sea breeze. In order to hear the voice clearly, Shiraki pressed the receiver tightly to his ear and said, "I have a sense of proportion."

Odasaku's unique thoughtfulness and accumulated longing made Shiraki unable to maintain his indifferent mask, and his tone gradually melted, "I know that here in Tokyo... without your protection, I will not easily expose my Ability, will also take good care of yourself."

Oda Saku seemed to be exceptionally silent today. Shiraki saw that he was silent and lifted off the fallen leaves on his head. In order not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere of the autumn garden at this time, Shiraki subconsciously lowered his voice: "Then Where are the five noisy brats? Have they recently... called to come to Tokyo to find me?"

Oda's breath was suddenly quiet, and he paused for three seconds before saying, "...Of course they have."

Shiraki asked suspiciously: "Odasaku, are you secretly smoking behind our backs again? Why is your voice so hoarse?"

There was a light laugh over there, and this familiar reaction finally dispelled most of Shiraki's doubts, "It's really... I can't hide anything from you. How are you preparing for the joint interview meeting in Japan held by a famous overseas school in Tokyo tomorrow?"

"No problem, just watch me get back a bunch of offers from prestigious schools of architecture, and then give them five playing cards." When talking about the topic of the interview, Shiraki was still very calm, but soon his words became hesitant, and his face turned a little red "It's just...just..."

Odasaku's voice was exceptionally gentle, "Huh?"

"It's just... when will you... come to see me?" Shiraki's voice was small, with fingers intertwined, "Odasaku, are you... busy recently?"

The question Nasu Shiraki really wants to ask at this moment is - my birthday is three days later, Odasaku... have you forgotten?

Did the previous agreement to bring those five kids whom he disliked to come to Tokyo to celebrate his 13th birthday and spend a noisy weekend with him also void?

"...How could you forget?" Oda Saku's voice was very low, almost drowned in the noise of the sea breeze, "You are the one who reassures me the most, but also the one who does not reassure me...I have prepared a gift, you want take care of yourself."

Shiraki frowned: "...Odasaku?"

"There is something else, hang up first."

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when the phone rang to wake Bai Mu from his dream.

Severe lack of sleep made Bai Mu very difficult to get up.

Too many things happened last night, building first and then blowing up the house, and fighting wits with Osamu Dazai at four or five in the morning, and being tormented so much that he didn't sleep all night.He had just fallen asleep for a while when he was woken up by a phone call.

A thick layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he didn't feel unhappy in his heart, because the call woke him up in time.

It was just right for that memory to stop there. At that time, he still didn't understand that Oda Saku was saying goodbye to him on the phone at that time.He returned to Yokohama on his birthday, in a bone-chilling fog and muddy desperation, unwilling to go over every detail.

Without someone to celebrate his birthday, it would be meaningless to spend the same day year after year. For the next four years, he never celebrated his birthday again.

He picked up the phone with a hoarse voice: "Professor Shansen."

Professor Shansen, who is his tutor in the medical department, came out with a worried voice: "Bai Mu, your wife and I saw the news. Last night, there was an explosion at your house? What's going on? You weren't injured, were you?" ?”

Shiraki rubbed his forehead and got up: "I'm fine, I haven't been affected, please worry about it for you and my teacher."

"We're all going to be scared to death! Today must, must be! You have to go and see it with your own eyes before you can rest assured."

Professor Shansen said earnestly, "I just told her last night what you said to me in the office on Friday the day before yesterday that you would not transfer to another school. She was so moved that she wiped tears on the spot, but when she woke up, something like this happened to you... …We must go to see you! After seeing the news, your teacher’s wife was so anxious that her mouth was blistered, and she didn’t even eat a bite of food in the morning. We will arrive at you in about an hour, around 10:30 Near home, okay?"

Having said this, Bai Mu has no reason to refuse, he whispered: "...Okay, thank you very much for your concern, sorry for the trouble."

"Will a sudden visit at home disturb you and your grandpa?"

Will it bother you?

……Won't.

Because he doesn't have a grandfather at all.

That is the setting that Shiraki himself wrote in the information. There is a fictitious guardian who can facilitate him to do many things and explain the changes in his life.

Bai Mu is still very steady: "You are serious, grandpa will be very happy. Is it 10:30? I will make preparations in advance."

A few seconds later, he formulated an emergency plan for the surprise home visit.

He washed and bathed with ease, and the wound on his back was still grim. He observed in the mirror for a while, and finally did nothing, but controlled the flow of water to avoid the wound, and quickly took care of himself.

After getting dressed, when he put on the finger cot, he found that the gray line under the knuckle at the end of his gray little finger was 1 mm longer than yesterday.

He remembered the panic at the moment when Dazai pinched his chin a few hours ago and his supernatural power disappeared instantly.

Osamu Dazai... this man is really dangerous.In every sense, keep your distance from him.

It is now 9:15.

He has an hour and 15 minutes to prepare.

Find a way to conjure up a grandpa.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a grandfather, there are many grandpas on the street, so he will go to the street to find one.

Shiraki is a person with a great sense of time. For the time spent on the road, he has an invisible notebook in his heart.

30 minutes on the way back and forth, 15 minutes in the supermarket to buy tea and snacks for the Yamamori couple, and he still has 30 minutes to find his grandfather.

As long as the luck is not too bad, it's not a big problem.

At 9:35, when he was shopping with a cart in the supermarket, he saw a grandpa who came to buy vegetables.

The old man has gray hair and is kind-hearted. Seeing Bai Mu, a refreshing and beautiful kid, he chatted with him a few more times.

Bai Mu politely chatted with the old man, and then decided, it should be him.

Check out first and go out, and find an opportunity to chat with this grandpa alone in a small alley with no one in a while. He has many ideas to invite people home.

When he was paying at the checkout counter and was about to implement the plan, he suddenly found a black crow rattling against the big wall on the transparent glass wall outside the supermarket.

This demented crow attracted crowds in the supermarket, and some people even raised their mobile phones to take pictures of it.

Shiraki looked at the crow for a while, then lowered his hood after paying the money, and quickly left the shop.

Miraculously, after Shiraki left the shop, the crow also stopped self-harm, flapped its wings, circled in the air for a few times, and then flew away.

In an alley with no one on the other side of the street, the crow hovered on the white wood, and said in shocking words: "Go west! If there is a situation, go west!"

Bai Mu said coldly: "I'm not the Ghost Slayer Squad, you went to Chinatown to find Sato, and you found the wrong person."

"You're right, it's you!" Crow hoarsely said, "For our work, you are an insider, and you are the closest to the incident. Satoshi is on a business trip, and the left-behind ghost killing team in Yokohama is not strong enough to kill this For the next goal, Sato strongly recommends you to the lord, and if it is you, there is absolutely no problem!"

"Don't go." Bai Mu was unmoved, and walked out directly with his things.

The crow flapped its wings frantically: "Saiko said that on that night three years ago, the intruder in the underground secret room of Yuya Miyashiki Industry, he thought for a long time before he knew who it was - he had personally participated in the site selection and reconstruction, he had a map in his heart, You are the only person in Yokohama who is capable of doing that kind of thing."

Bai Mu finally reacted, his pupils dilated slightly, but he still didn't speak.

"He hasn't told anyone else this secret, not even the lord! He has taken such a big risk for you, you must help this time!"

Bai Mu finally stopped. He raised his head coldly, stared at the crow and said, "Lead the way."

10:05, an abandoned factory to the west.

There are still 25 minutes before the home visit of Professor Shansen and his wife. No matter what is inside, he must hurry up.

Because he still has one thing to do - he still needs to find a grandfather for himself as soon as possible, and play the harmonious script of playing every family.

The factory has been abandoned for a long time, and the closed doors and windows make it airtight, and the damp smell of mold growth can be smelled.

After Bai Mu entered, he spread the perception range of the supernatural ability throughout the factory, and soon discovered the target of this trip.

This abandoned factory building has been treated to avoid light. The glass is coated with black, and the sunlight falling into the workshop is so weak that it is almost invisible.

When Bai Mu walked into the production workshop, there was a short man who was standing on the top of the pile of dilapidated wooden boxes, tiptoeing up to the window, with both hands on the black light-shielding glass, looking out.

With half-length hair draped over his shoulders, the slender figure looked harmless.

Through such a layer of black glass, only a vague shadow outside can be barely seen.But even so, this little figure didn't mean to give up, and was so persistently looking outside.

He seemed to be longing for the light outside, and he didn't turn back when he heard Bai Mu's footsteps coming, but whispered: "I'm waiting for the night to come."

The workshop was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

Bai Mu: "Yes."

"After dark, I can go out for a walk. Although I don't know why I came here, but take a closer look, although there are more cars on the street, the buildings have become taller, and the times seem to be different... ..."

The talking figure turned around quietly, his dark red eyes stared at Shiraki, with an expression on his face, "But people are still those people, so nothing...has really changed."

The little ghost's voice was cold and cold: "Ghost Slayer Squad, seeing your appearance, I feel more at ease."

"——I'm not the Ghost Slayer Squad."

This nonsense was not finished, but Bai Mu stopped him with one sentence.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's get rid of the relationship now? It's too late, the crows of the Ghost Killing Squad have been flying around you, you're not the Ghost Killing Squad, what else can you be?"

Bai Mu said indifferently: "There is another possibility, I'm going to light a fire to roast it later."

The crow seemed to understand this sentence, and ran away from Nasu Shiraki's side crying: "I don't taste good, don't eat me! You can't eat game, you can't eat game!"

Kid: "...I've never seen such an interesting ghost killing team like you. Ask me before you die, what's your name?"

"Call me Baimu, how about you?"

"Ayaki is tired." As soon as he finished speaking, the tone of tiredness rose in panic, "Hey! What are you doing?"

Tired was taken aback by the sudden light in the darkness.

The natural fear of the sun made him instinctively fling out the spider silk to stick to the roof, and hoisted himself up like a yo-yo. Tired returned to the dark hiding place, silently flashing the sharp and sharp spider silk.

But the beam of white light that was not sunlight followed like a shadow.

Shiraki turned on the flashlight mode on his phone, pointed the light source at Ayaki Lei, and lingered on his white hair for a while, "It's also the first time I've seen a real ghost, let's see what kind of ghost you are... Well, the special arrangement of red moles on the face is quite cute."

Ayaki was stunned.

As the Twelve Ghost Moon's "Last String Team", he had been living in the Taisho Era before he arrived at this inexplicable place, so he had never seen such an invention as a mobile phone.

Although he didn't know what was in Bai Mu's hand, he already understood that it was not sunshine, and he himself was subtly ignored.

Ayaki frowned tiredly, "You look down on me so much? You didn't even take out your Japanese sword?"

"It's not the Ghost Slayer Squad, and there's no Japanese sword." Shiraki wrote lightly, "Lei Ayaki, what kind of era did you come from?"

Tired unexpectedly answered any question: "I come from the fourth year of Taisho. The moment before I came here, I remembered that I died... Well, I don't know how I came here."

Shiraki nodded, and thoughtfully said: "So Sato and his lord are probably not from this era... Today is confirmed, so they are from 100 years ago."

Then in the next second, he perfectly saw through the path that the little spider was trying to sneak behind the cuteness, and said softly: "Extraordinary power, material reconstruction."

"—reconstructed bosons."

The spider silk, which can cut people into pieces, changed its physical form in a few tenths of a second. After losing its adhesive force, it turned into a crystal-clear diamond-like dust in the air, falling like snow .

The spider's silk broke, and Lei fell from the air. With a face full of shock, he reached out and grabbed a handful of spider webs that had turned into "snow" in the air.

The next moment, Bai Mu's little finger hooked the load-bearing beam of the beam, and the load-bearing beam weighing more than a thousand catties was pulled out from the weight of the building. It first swung the poor crow unconscious in mid-air, and then violently smashed it down on the tired back of the head.

Lei suffered an incomprehensible blow and was crushed under the pillar and couldn't move. For the first time, he looked at Bai Mu with fear in his eyes, "What did you do!"

Bai Mu whispered to himself: "Is this all right? The strong regenerative power of ghosts... is really enviable."

The next moment, the load-bearing structure of the abandoned factory changed again, Shiraki pulled out another beam, and smashed it down on Tiei who hadn't got up yet.

This time, he hit Tired hard on the back of the head.

After being tortured twice, the poor little white-haired spider finally passed out.

Bai Mu knelt down, "rubbed" the head of the little spider ghost, and praised: "Your hair color is good."

Then he took out the sack, "Time is tight, I don't have time to find grandpa. Just make do with it, go home and cut it, it's you."