chaldea travel agency

"Fujimaru, we haven't finished talking yet, why are you running away!" Nakahara Chuya's voice roared down the corridor.

Getia felt someone pat on the arm, Fujimaru Tachika said simply: "I'll come when I go."

There is a small park outside the building. There are no seats, only a swing for two people is placed there, the ground is covered with sand, and the surrounding plants are somewhat shaky, presenting a decadent atmosphere.

Getia stood there for a while, looked in the direction of the ward, and then walked towards the swing.

As soon as he was seated, the magic of cognitive confusion and the sound-proof barrier unfolded simultaneously.The three Demon God Pillars nestled next to him, as if they were nestled under the white jade throne, but the topics discussed among them were not so quiet.

"Return the gift? I will never approve it." Foniusi stood still and did not turn back. "It is the supreme glory of human beings to offer the Jade Throne."

Barbatos disagreed with it: "It's human nature to think about returning a gift when you receive a gift. Although we demon gods don't have to follow human etiquette, this is a good time."

When it was over, it added: "You inflexible octopus leg."

"Objection! I am not an octopus, but a ray!"

As they spoke, the two pillars of demon gods fought like a kindergarten fight, and Naberius Mingzhe Baozhu, who was called out together, quietly waited for the order from the command bureau.

Because it is in charge of art, it has a sharper intuition than other demon gods. It can feel that the command bureau has its own will, which is something that cannot be shaken no matter who in the demon god assembly decides.

The daffodil stands quietly in the water, the white petals stretch out, revealing the bright yellow stamens. It blooms in this world, but it is silent, neither lamenting for withering nor shedding tears for one day its head will be taken off.

It just stands like this, like countless people standing in this world, the root system tightly grasps water, stones, everything that allows it to stand, and then raises its head to push the flower buds to the highest point.

In those eyes that can see through the world, the blooming and falling of daffodils seems to have passed away a century ago, and there is no place to hide the reasons for the past birth and the future withering.

Gaitia held the flower pot and held the square inch where it stood, with a calm expression.

The two pillars over there have already started a decisive battle of rock-paper-scissors, and let alone what the Demon God Pillar can do other than fists, Naberius feels that the matter has actually been decided, and no other opinions are needed at all.

"Since that human being is interested in the Song of Solomon, let's give him a song." Naberius said.

The General Administration finally raised its eyelids to take a look at it, stopped the noise from the other two pillars, and issued a new proposition.

The demon god who is in charge of art is justified. Almost all the heroic spirits summoned by Fujimaru Tateka here are related to literature and art, and poetry is a treasure in literature, and it is appropriate to use it as a reward.

"It's just something written on paper, which can maximize the benefits...it is indeed possible." Saying this, Gaitia noticed his own pause, and the rational framework of the operation told him that this is the best way Understand that the announcement should be as smooth as a river, without any pause or hesitation.

The facts are wrong.

However, the demon gods did not pay attention to this, because they fell into a new disorder.The tone has been set, and all that remains to be adjudicated is the content.

Fonius: "Proposal. Of course, choose to build the temple in Jerusalem. No matter how many praises the poet writes for the bright temple,

Beautiful poems are just picking up a ray of brilliance in them. "

Naberius: "It seems impolite to present such poems to non-believers..."

Barbatos followed up with an idea and said, "Why don't we choose the legend of the Queen of Sheba with the camel caravan, the beautiful scene of the mirage-like Queen coming to visit."

Naberius: "There is no depth..."

Getia put the flowerpot on the ground and began to chant: "The sea of ​​sorrow, the place of wandering, on which our great deeds stand. The timidity is gone, the fear is fleeting. The time of praise has come, the planet will return For the original, life will go back to nothingness..."

He spread his five fingers to count the number of knots for himself, and when he counted enough knots, he confirmed that he was above the etiquette spell, and he stopped only after he got close to the great magic.

Naberius: "The only thing I can be sure of is definitely not this!!"

The conversation in the ward took a long time. As soon as Fujimaru Tatsuka came out, he saw Sanzhu looking at him with deep and creepy eyes.

"What... what's wrong with this?" He asked with a hiccup.

Getia didn't look sideways, and directly changed the topic: "What happened?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also called people back, mainly because of the matter of the devil Dostoyevsky. Most of the guys who shot in the Raibo Street incident were instigated and did not know the specific reasons, but received "" As long as you hear the sound of the explosion, shoot in that direction", the reward is calculated according to the number of shell casings.

Furthermore, there is the big pit that Osamu Dazai almost fell into. A small amount of explosives were found at the bottom layer. Considering the terrain and other factors, the fall is basically close to death.

Of course, such a project will inevitably leave traces, but it is not smooth to follow the vine.

There is no trace of Dostoevsky, at least in Yokohama at this stage, there is no mouse tail at all, and the port mafia and the detective agency began to reasonably speculate on the possibility that he has withdrawn from Yokohama.

"But I don't think it should be that simple." Fujimaru Tachika thought for a moment, "Whether it's a trap or a strategy, he obviously has a purpose, and he won't quit so easily."

Demon god pillars, you look at me, I look at you, and you don't speak anymore.It is perfectly normal for humans to find no trace of that guy, because on the second day after the Leibo Street incident, the demon gods performed their functions and directly locked people into the newly created inherent barrier.

Getia didn't comment, and his eyes fell on the cowhide document bag in his hand. After noticing his sizing, Fujimaru Tatsuka explained: "Dazai intends to submit a manuscript to the publishing house...the last time I touched the legendary The manuscript in the book is still a study in scarlet given by Holmes."

The periodicals and biographies created by the publishing house for the port mafia were quite successful, not only among the mafia, but also among ordinary people.The content is rich and interesting, and there is a radio program by Scheherazade every night, which caused heated discussions for a while.

With the increase in sales, only relying on Andersen and Shakespeare, Fujimaru Tateka was afraid that they would return the spiritual foundation directly, so she ran to discuss with Fujiwara Kako, and opened up a channel for contribution.

"I didn't even notice that Nakaya contributed to Dazai." The young man clicked his tongue and shook the document bag in his hand, "This is Dazai's reply."

Not only the two of them, but also people who contributed in vests. It can be said that literature was very popular in Yokohama for a while!

"So are you going to burn it?" Getia asked.

Fujimaru Tachika was startled, he didn't know why the magic brain circuit was so strange, no matter what he did, he would never pull these two people

"...Of course not, this is Osamu Dazai's manuscript?"

As he said that, he asked mysteriously again: "Do you know what they call these submissions?"

Getia: "Say."

Fujimaru Tateka paused intentionally, and said, "Yokohama-style renaissance."

Getia: "..."

What?

This is a wonderful land.

The sun is always lingering on the horizon, not looking for extra light, nor abandoning the earth.If judged by geographical knowledge, it would be regarded as the polar day, but the thinly clothed body could not feel the severe cold from the polar circle, but it was as pleasant as spring.

He took off his hat and put it on his knees. The fair-skinned young man didn't seem to notice anything. He continued to read the books scattered on the grass. He didn't open his mouth until a touch of gold was close enough, "I can't feel hunger here, nor can I There will be lives in danger, and there are many books to read, it's just like a wonderful infinite tea time, thank you for the hospitality."

Gaitia let out a deep laugh, with raging frost and snow in his eyes: "You deserve it."

Dostoevsky finally raised his head from the book. The fragrance of green grass remained on the half-new book, which covered the corners of the young man's mouth, leaving only wine-like pupils exposed.

He was looking at Getia, although he was able to see him the night he was captured, but after that he was alone in this wonderful space for a long time, with no boundaries and no end to time, everything made him more convinced Your own judgment is correct.

"Since you're taking revenge, why don't you just kill me?" he asked.

There was almost no need to think about this redundant action, Gaitia answered the question directly, with a high attitude, holding the scepter of life and death tightly in his hand: "Because your life is worthless."

"I see." Dostoyevsky put down the book in his hand, and no longer covered the corners of his mouth, "It seems that Fujimaru Tachika's value is so extraordinary that you caught me so quickly, what are you doing?" You are angry, Mr. Directory. Is the master so important to you?"

"He is not my master." He also raised the corners of his mouth, the frost and snow in his eyes softened slightly, his voice faded away on the grass along with his figure, "That is my lifelong enemy."

Before Getia disappeared completely, the young man picked up the book again and said calmly, "See you later, Mr. Directory."

The sudden drama ended abruptly, and calm was restored here.

"A lie is not a bad thing, because a lie will always lead people to find the truth, so it can be forgiven. The only thing that is intolerable is to believe a lie as the truth." In the book spread out on the lap, there is The four pages were folded, and Dostoevsky looked at the unreachable horizon, muttering to himself, as if it had nothing to do with him, "Has it been four days, I don't know the next time Dazai Can you hold on?"

No one here can answer him.

On the endless grass, the voice of the young man slowly recited: "The traveler tries to reach the horizon, and the hunter tries to shoot happiness. They both strive to replace eternity with existence."

……

It has been five days since the Leibo Street incident, and the overall relationship between the detective agency and the publishing house has become much closer.

Tongyao wants to hold a tea party with girls such as Izumi Kyoka and Naomi, but there are clerical staff working in the detective agency, writers in the publishing house are working hard, and there is a crisis of demons watching outside, so they have nowhere to go.

Early in the morning, the little girl came over to cling to him, and kept holding him by the corner of his clothes, refusing to let go, her pink eyes staring at Fujimaru Tachika eagerly: "Master, master, the roses after the season will not bloom again, Cold tea can't melt sugar, so listen to Alice's request, bring tableware for a picnic, or open a table at the corner, can't the ladies' tea party just be abandoned like this?"

Fujimaru Tachika, completely defeated.

It's better to say that from the very beginning, he was not very able to withstand the attack of the children's servants.

When he was still in Chaldea, Shan Ruzod often told bedtime stories to the servants of the children's department. The children and her relationship were very good. After hearing about this incident, he suggested: "... also, please Forgive my presumptuousness, master... If you can't go too far, you might as well make some space on the roof... just a little, today's recording is almost finished, I can take care of..."

Fujimaru Tatsuka slapped his thigh, and immediately went to the fourth floor to find someone from the detective agency to ask about the feasibility.

Hearing that he was going to temporarily set up an afternoon tea venue on the roof, Kenji Miyazawa jumped up and came over: "I can help, if you want to pay, please give me biscuits!"

Items such as tables, chairs, and parasols are necessary. It is very difficult for Fujimaru Tachika to operate alone. Please rely on the magic formula and it may not be successful.Just imagining the king moving the chair is already shocking.

"Then I'll clean the roof right now, and I'll make sure it's clean enough for you to lie down on when you come back!" Naomi found out the cleaning tools familiarly.

Quan Jinghua, who was standing aside, seemed hesitant to speak, but said nothing after a pause.Atsushi Nakajima noticed this, so he said in a slightly louder voice: "Then, Kyoka and I will go buy some tea and refreshments."

"But tea..." Quan Jinghua wanted to remind him that there are many types of tea in the tea room, which can fully meet the needs of the tea party.

As soon as he heard the dim sum, Luanbu poked his head out immediately: "Dun Jun—Xiao Jinghua—remember to help me arrange today's limited dim sum at the dessert shop at the end of the street!"

After speaking, he threw out a coin purse, and Atsushi Nakajima hurriedly caught it: "Eh? Eh! Mr. Ranpo, this is...?"

However, the squint-eyed young man buried himself back in the pile of papers, and it seemed that he would not answer his question.

People found what they should do, and passed them by in twos and threes. After Fujimaru Tatsuka watched the boys and girls leave, she also said to Gaitia: "It's almost time for us to go."

Because there are no special requirements, it is a good choice to go to a second-hand store to find chairs and tables.

Before departure, Tatsuka Fujimaru carefully asked Kunikida Doppo about the second-hand store's information. The young man pushed his glasses, and tore off a page of paper densely written with addresses from his pocket book and gave it to him.

Fujimaru Tachika held the shocking piece of paper: "Kunikida-kun... is really thrifty in managing the house."

"Because that guy Dazai often spends more than the budget, these are the last resort." Kunikida pressed his forehead, trying to drive away those hot memories in his mind.

Knowing that continuing this topic would only make Kunikida troubled, Fujimaru Tateka immediately said sincerely: "It's really hard for you."

After coming out of the detective agency, he briefly explained to Fujiwara Koko, and then officially embarked on the road of Taobao with Getia.

Most of the second-hand storefronts are located in every corner of the city, and you can take this opportunity to visit every corner of Yokohama.It is indeed the store recommended by Kunikida Doppo. I only visited two, and the seats to be used are basically

He found it all, but he still planned to try his luck and buy a beautiful tea set for Tongyao.

Wanting to take a shortcut in a strange city is a matter of opinion. If you don’t pay attention, you will get lost on the cobweb-like trail, but Fujimaru Tateka found a shortcut by throwing the rune rune to prevent getting lost.

Gaitia watched him throw stones with coffee like this. If the contemporary magicians knew that he used the magic inherited from the Nordic gods to find the way, they would probably only vomit three liters of blood, and then yelled that children cannot be taught.

This is a very secluded path.There are towering walls on both sides of the road, and rose vines crawl on its top, leaving lush traces, while the buds and flowers of different shades are not afraid of the wind on the beach, showing their softness to their heart's content, contrasting with the leaves.

They walked slowly along the road like this, and the wind shook the flowers, occasionally picking off a few petals and throwing them on the ground.Apart from them, there is no one else on this road.

"Well, not bad! My lucky value is not covered!" Fujimaru Tachika said so proudly that she was so complacent that she almost spilled the coffee in her hand.

Gaitia helped him subconsciously, which prevented a tragedy. For this reason, the magic formula used two words to evaluate: "boring."

The young man curled his lips: "Can't you have a little interest in life?"

The beast of mercy squinted instead.

Visible to the naked eye, the atmosphere is becoming more and more dangerous. It is the kind that will kill you if you don't pay attention. Fujimaru Lixiang quickly remedied: "Speaking of which, the flower pots given by the flower shop yesterday are not very beautiful, so you can buy one by the way. Pretty flower pots."

As soon as that was mentioned, Getia thought for a while and asked, "Why did you give me daffodils?"

"Because..." He didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only take a sip of coffee to temporarily block Magic's overly focused eyes, while organizing his words in his mind.

Gaitia continued to ask: "Then are you awake, Fujimaru Tachika?"

He was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Getia was answering the Song of Solomon he chanted that night.

—Don't disturb, don't wake my beloved, wait until he wills.

—Then are you awake?

"puff--"

That sip of coffee sprayed out the effect of a goddess scattering flowers, comparable to a high-powered watering can. Gaitia had already stepped aside before that, perfectly avoiding it, and fortunately waited for him to answer his own question.

"I...cough cough! You...!"

Fujimaru Tachika was choking heavily, the coffee cup in his hand was taken away at the right time, the discomfort of liquid splashing into the trachea made him cover his mouth, bent down and coughed violently.

The feeling of numbness rises like winter mist. It climbs up the spine and covers the brain straight up. When I put my hand on my chest, I can feel some slack inside. Unable to perceive.

In a blink of an eye, the breath disappeared, and neither the brain nor the sense of touch could find its existence.

Not only the legs, but the tendons in the arms are also extremely tense, like a bow that cannot be drawn, and the fingers cannot maintain the correct shape due to the excessive contraction.

"rattan……"

Gaitia regained his leisurely state just now. He realized that something was wrong with the young man's state. He just opened his mouth when he was hit by someone in his arms. The force was so great that his back hit the wall behind him, and he let out a muffled sound. There was a muffled sound, the petals and leaves trembled for a while, and they scattered all over the ground, and then the two of them sat down along the wall together.

Fujimaru Tachika's exposed wrist was cold and trembling unnaturally. The power of wisdom made the magic formula understand the current situation with just a glance-the stimulation of □□, coupled with the rapid breathing rate caused by the cough just now, the second Together they induce hyperventilation.

The most urgent task is to create a breathing dead space to maintain the carbon dioxide concentration in the blood. Fujimaru Tateka is obviously aware of the solution, but his only available hand cannot play its due role due to spasms.

The golden-red lines are like the roots of plants, which have grown in the brown desert for a long time, and they gently go to another game of temperature.

The edge of Getia's palm closely fits Fujimaru Tateka's jaw line, helping the young man establish a sufficient dead space for breathing, but still leaving room for free breathing. The moist air beats on his palm, and he refuses to admit defeat. retreated, and blew the horn of impact on this solid reef, as if it would not give up until it was overthrown.

The breathing rate is still too fast.Think of it like this.

This hyperventilation came quickly and steeply, as if the brain tissue was pulled out and soaked in water. The word numbness surged in the nerves. For a moment, Fujimaru Tachika couldn't tell whether he was lying on the ground or not. Or stay somewhere else.

The sight in front of me and the things I perceive come from two levels respectively, and they are like parallel lines drifting away from each other.Thinking became extremely lagging, I didn't know what I was doing, and I couldn't think of what to do. My soul kneaded into a ball, wandering about ten centimeters away from my body, chaotic and confused.

"Don't be afraid."

Someone whispered such a sentence in his ear.

It was the steady sound of the anchor colliding with rocks when it sank to the bottom of the water, and it was also the string that held the kite together, so that he would not go too far on the road of panic.

The sky is full of clouds, flowers and leaves compose music under the sun, and the shadows with uneven edges are wrapped in a magic barrier for shielding. Occasionally, the noise of sirens and the sound of people coming across the buildings cannot be broken The tranquility bred here.

"...Thank you." Fujimaru Tatsuka's consciousness was pulled out of the dark deep sea. Although the brain was still a little dizzy, it did not hinder thinking. Under such an embarrassing situation, the request was not so difficult to say. "Let me lean on you again, my legs are numb..."

Magic Shi pursed his lips and said nothing, but began to remove the bandage and gauze on his left hand.

"You have to do..." The last few syllables lingered for a while, and finally swallowed it back.

The full moon, which had been rejected for a while, slowly landed on the middle finger of his left hand, perfectly fitting, as if it should have been done long ago.Gaitia patiently stretched his weak five fingers with his left hand little by little, the golden and red lines on the back of his hand flowed, and the spells engraved on the ring were activated accordingly.

Gaitia held his wrist, and the gold on his fingers and the gold on the earrings reflected in Fujimaru Tachika's blue eyes at the same time. They echoed each other from a distance, and the operation completed a mutual complement between life and life. .

"There is no new hostility, no new hatred, only a new destiny." The King of People said, "This time you have no reason to refuse, Fujimaru Tachika."