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This barbecue feast lasted until the early hours of the morning. Kunikida Doppo and the others from the detective agency were in charge of sending them home. Fujimaru Tachika only needed to bring the two drunk writers back to the hotel. To be precise, it was Take the car of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

Because the wine quality of the two of them was almost the same, Gaitia used magic to replace their wine with plain water. At first, Zhong Yuanzhong didn’t know about it. He thought it was the shopkeeper who was fooling him, so he was about to roll up his sleeves Go to the merchant who sells alcohol to settle accounts.

Fujimaru Tachika quickly pulled the person down.

Gaitia just looked at him holding Andersen in front and Shakespeare in the back, and his face seemed to be a bit spare.

As soon as the writers sat in the car, there was no place for Fujimaru Tachika and Gaitia, so the young man had to let Nakahara Nakaya go first, and they took another taxi back, and the journey was not too far away, even if they had to walk, it seemed no problem.

In the middle of the night, the neon lights that were showing off at the top of their lungs finally got a moment of respite. The lights of commercial and residential buildings became sparse, but the dim street lights became the brightest one.

They walked side by side, no one was ahead, and no one was behind. This position seems to have started a long time ago, and it has not changed until now.

When passing by a 24-hour convenience store, Fujimaru Tachika asked, "Do you want to buy a deck of cards and go back to play?"

The memory of Fuyuki came to mind instantly. Gaitia grabbed his arm and dragged him 100 meters away. He still laughed at how forgetful he was: "It doesn't make sense to use the same trick a second time."

Fujimaru Tachika was staggered by him, and clicked his tongue: "I was just joking, but your reaction is quite interesting, did it leave you with a psychological shadow that time? Just say it, my professional quality Good, don't laugh when you shouldn't."

You really are...a dog can't spit ivory out of his mouth.he thought.

Fortunately, there was no sign of the Demon God's Pillar recovering at that time, otherwise the General Bureau would be impeached for the fact that a mere human painted a bastard on its face because of losing a card.

The more Getia thought about it, the more condensed his expression became. He was immersed in his own world, and suddenly heard a sigh from behind: "Unfortunately, there are no stars tonight."

Clouds darker than the night sky are flowing rapidly, and the starless and moonless night suddenly appears a little lonely. There have been countless nights like this, but each time is different.

Magic Shi didn't speak, just pinched him under his arm, and then flew straight into the sky.

As fussy as Fujimaru Tachika was on the ground, she was as well-behaved in the air, like a cat pinched by the back of its neck by fate, daring not to move.

At first, the field of vision is only beyond the old floors, and various roofs can be seen, and then the roofs become cubes, and the buildings stand in the middle, covered with various colored light tubes, quietly constructing various colorful lights in the night. pattern.

Further up, the whistling wind became louder.

Fujimaru Tachika didn't understand why Getia suddenly took him flying, but he didn't see clearly until the magic formula stopped the ascent—the streets became blood vessels, and the vehicles were wandering cells, day after day for this Inject new vitality into the city.

Bit by bit, like a star igniting its own light, it is not a real galaxy, but it is as bright as a real galaxy.The lights created by human beings are the twinkling stars on the ground, and the lives of hundreds of millions of lives are undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Fujimaru Tatsuka held his breath for no other reason than the lights

The picture scroll is enough to impress anyone.The bonfire, which was first lit to drive away the cold and darkness, has grown strong enough to rival the distant stars after a long period of time.

He suddenly understood why Merlin was obsessed with the patterns created by humans, just like birds don't know the whole picture of the sky, fish don't know the width of the sea, and humans don't know anything about the land they stand on. Will be infected by the magnificence of life.

The stars on the ground were breathing rhythmically, and he didn't know how long he had been looking at them. It wasn't until Gaetia's voice came that he recovered from the magnificent scene.

"Have you seen enough of the stars, it's time to go back."

His heart still remained in the touch of Gaetia who would take him to find the stars because he said he couldn't see them, and then Tateka Fujimaru felt a sense of revenge from the magic voice.

He finally showed a terrified expression, and struggled to pull out a smile, a bit begging for peace: "Well... you shouldn't... Hahaha, it won't be what I think, right?"

Getia smiled very hard: "It's just what you think."

Magic Shi let go of his hand mercilessly, and kicked the door on time with the sense of weightlessness that he hadn't visited for a long time.

A scream cut through the night sky: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Fuyuki

Then, Fujimaru Tateka experienced a fully manual, all-round air-conditioned roller coaster in the night sky of Yokohama.

Really... do it!

The young man didn't speak for a long time after landing. Gaitia thought for a while, pinched his chin and shook it left and right, and finally said nothing.

Fujimaru Tachika slowly put out a question mark: "...what are you doing?"

"Listen to see if you still have the sound of water in your head," he replied.

"..." Fujimaru Tachika took a deep breath, pinched Gaitia's cheeks with both hands in a lightning-fast manner, and then pulled hard to the sides, "Let me see if you have had any wind in the past 3000 years." Do more!"

……

The next day.

Fujimaru Tatsuka originally planned to visit Dazai Osamu, but unexpectedly it was Atsushi Nakajima who came first.

At this time, six days had passed since the Raibo Street incident, and there was still no news from the demons. As conditions allowed, their activities ranged from the initial vigilance to the current normal.

The white-haired boy looked worried, and he asked about Dazai's news: "Well, Mr. Fujimaru, does Mr. Dazai know what's going on with Mr. Dazai?"

"Huh? This... should be clearer in your agency, right? What happened?" He looked surprised and asked hastily.

Atsushi Nakajima hesitated to speak, and finally confessed: "I don't know, Kyoka and I originally planned to visit Mr. Dazai, but we were not allowed to go in because of Xieye sister's words, and I heard... the president has already rushed over. .”

It sounds like the situation is serious, the young man thought for a while, and asked others: "Where is Mr. Ranpo? Try asking him?"

"Not only Ranpo-san, but also Kunikida-san disappeared early in the morning." Just because no one who could make up his mind was there, Nakajima Atsushi seemed a little confused, "Only by myself... I don't know anything .”

It seemed that something had happened, Fujimaru Tachika immediately poured him a glass of warm water, asked him to sit down and drink it, and then said, "You wait here for a while."

Fukuzawa Yukichi's phone number was exchanged last time. He came to the top of the building, dug out the number and dialed it.

The weather in Yokohama in this season is very capricious, the wind will start to rain after a while.

The prompt sounded only once or twice, and the other party picked it up. Fujimaru Tatsuka had already prepared polite words, but the other party had already expected what he was going to ask.

Fukuzawa Yukichi lowered his voice, and he could hear a faint anxiety: "I'm sorry, Fujimaru-kun, I remember you came to visit Dazai-kun before, right? Please come here as soon as possible."

Fujimaru Tatsuka glanced at Getia who was following, and responded in a low voice like Fukuzawa Yukichi: "I understand."

The sky was darker than before, and occasionally raindrops hit the face, leaving a cool breath.

He pulled the skirt of the sweater higher to block the increasingly fierce sea wind, but it was inevitable that it would be stuffy, so he had to put down the hood again and let the rain wet his neck.

This useless effort fell into Gaitia's eyes, causing the red pupils to fluctuate slightly.He didn't say anything else. There are many things in this world that need to be asked, but there are still many things that need not be asked.

Fujimaru Tatsuka briefly talked to Atsushi Nakajima, and then went downstairs to Osamu Dazai's ward with Getia.

Magically propped up the umbrella given by the nursery rhyme before, and after the two walked a little, he asked, "Why don't you talk."

Fujimaru Tachika flicked the edge of the umbrella, and the water droplets on the umbrella exploded, bouncing around. He covered half of his face with his collar, and replied in a muffled voice: "As expected of the fiercest The magic style, the taste of the umbrella is different from others, tsk, look at the pink polka dots, look at the lace and bow, I..."

The umbrella was removed directly, and he was left alone in the rain curtain with a cool heart.

"This is the umbrella that the nursery rhyme gave us, so I must have a share, wait for me!" The young man became noisy, because the rain had been brewing for a long time, most of the passers-by who saw it had already found a place to hide, only a few The umbrella surface is in full bloom like a hydrangea.

In order to catch up with the little flower umbrella, Fujimaru Tachika had to walk quickly, all his attention was focused elsewhere, and he bumped into a person coming from the side without paying attention.

The other party was wearing a raincoat, not very conspicuous in the rain, only a little taller than him, the impact from the shoulder to the arm to the fingertips was spared, everything was taken over by extreme paralysis, the other party also clutched his shoulder and groaned made a sound,

"Sorry! You're fine..." Before Fujimaru Tatsuka could say the last word, the man in the raincoat left in a hurry, knowing that he was in the wrong, and he was too embarrassed to follow up to ask if there was anything wrong.

After the incident, Gaitia calmed down a bit, and set up a barrier for shielding, and asked Yu Magic to help him dry his almost soaked clothes.

The ward has been isolated, and the meeting is in another larger waiting room. Fukuzawa Yukichi and the others are almost all present. What is particularly noticeable is the utensils at hand with Yosano Akiko, which are used for blood collection in a clean plate. The tools are readily available.

Although it was already raining heavily outside, the low temperature and the smell of disinfectant water in the hospital still didn't have any power.

It seems a little hot.Fujimaru Tatsuka frowned, pinching the corner of the clothes and fanning them, but the turbid heat didn't subside because of this desire for coolness, instead it became more enthusiastic and sticky.

"It's hard work for you to take a trip in such bad weather, Fujimaru-kun." Fukuzawa Yukichi cut to the chase, "In view of Dazai-kun's current condition, we hope you can also leave a blood sample."

"No problem." He replied while rolling up his sleeves, "but what's the specific situation over there?"

condition?I think martial law has been completely enforced. Is it an attack? How is his injury now? "

"Fujimaru." Yosano Akiko held his wrist and chatted. She looked at him with the doctor's unique and very cautious eyes. After feeling the hot heat on the young man's skin, her expression became more serious. Ji Ji, "You really... don't you think there is anything wrong with you?"

……

Still that strange grassland.

The sudden wind blows down the chess pieces woven by grass leaves. At the same time, the sun that lingers on the horizon all day long is covered with a layer of blood. The young man in the plush hat doesn't care about the shocking changes in the surrounding environment at all. , simply pick them up and arrange them again.

"You see, I said you would be back. Good evening, then, Mr. Catalogue," said Dostoevsky.

The wind flowed quickly, flipping the book he had been holding in his hand before, and he could count six traces on the rolled up pages. Even on the horizon where time stays forever, this person still maintains an unusually clear mind. For human beings , This is already a mind that cannot be measured by normal thinking.

The modern attire retreated and was replaced by a gorgeous robe woven by magic power. Ten rings were suspended in the air with the blond man, and the golden light was used as a string to connect them end to end.

His line of sight is from top to bottom, looking at and looking down. His posture has been high above for a long time, and the oppressiveness like coercion is oncoming.

Dostoevsky didn't get the slightest bit of attention from those red pupils, even if he didn't get it, he didn't hide it, and continued on his own: "Since you will appear here, it means that you are here." My subordinates have succeeded."

Getia didn't speak, just looked up at the day that was beginning to be bloody, and it seemed that he didn't even listen to his voice.

The young man shrugged, "First, I set a trap for Dazai-kun. Although he is the most guarded in terms of abilities, he is still a human being. Considering this, using a virus that ordinary people will be caught by It has become much easier. What's more, in such a short period of time, even if you concentrate your financial and material resources, it is not easy to develop a vaccine."

He leaned forward, picked up the leaf of grass chess piece that was still very precious just now, rubbed it with his thumb and forefinger for a few seconds, and the thick green juice covered his fingers in the blink of an eye, as if it was a metaphor for the disillusionment of a certain human being.

"And then there is how to make Fujimaru Tachika infected with the supernatural virus. It must have been painful when I hit it on the street? Ah, if you can try to get rid of it yourself, please feel free. For now This is the most satisfactory means.” Dostoevsky smiled, he was always willing to give up such opportunities, but whether it was an opportunity or a trap, the only one who knew the truth was his own brain.

"Making Dazai-kun, who is carrying the virus, contact Fujimaru Tachika rashly will cause another problem, that is, what will happen to a healthy person who is infected with the virus...Are you right?" This one-man show has come to an end, After the Russians raised it, they denied this possibility, "Sure enough, it is still not possible. No matter what it is, it is quite dangerous. You only have 48 hours. Whether you want to catch the virus that has disappeared Those who can, still develop a vaccine, time will not be enough."

The soil where supernatural abilities take root is slightly different from that of magic. As the foundation of magic, what Getia can do under the interference of this world consciousness is to delay.

Delay until a vaccine is found?No, that's too late.

No, fundamentally speaking, the decision to urgently save a certain human being is unimaginable in itself, unimaginable enough to make Getia re-examine the existence of Fujimaru Tateka.

Fujimaru Tachika has the commonality of human beings, fragility, and will be taken by the wind of time to the ancient Styx inadvertently, repeating the futile act of gaining and losing. Return everything at the end.It was a life born for death, and there was no need to describe it in detail at that time, but he was still a member of the great wave after all.

But it's different.

This is a human being made of flesh and blood that can be seen everywhere. It is the human being who caused the collapse of 3000 years of great achievements. It is his respectable and hateful enemy, and it is also his eternal destiny.

Regardless of whether the world is born or perishes, regardless of the continuation or recasting of humanity, there is only one such existence in the mountains and seas, and in the heaven and earth.Gaitia can even conclude that there will not be another human being equal to him, even if he does the same thing, it will not be this Fujimaru Tachika.

The snow of Fuyuki, the blessing of Yoshiwara, the fireworks of Emerald Emerald... and the stars shining on the ground of Yokohama at night, no third person will be able to share this memory with him.This conclusion is ridiculous to the Demon God, but it is not so difficult to accept.

What reason could be more convincing than "Born by him"?

After clarifying this point, Getia suddenly realized that, unconsciously, the anger disappeared, the loneliness disappeared, and only the thick joy of life remained.The former Wang Zuo sang that winter has passed, and a hundred flowers are blooming on the ground. Yes, flowers, fruits and spring have filled his hands.

In the gap between light and darkness, reality and dream, he still remembers in the depths of his records, how the snow-white fire of life swaggered and stretched into an arrow in the sky, and how it pierced through eternity or a moment, and gave it again. His new destiny.

From the moment he stepped into the world again until now, he has thought enough, maybe he doesn't need to hesitate at all, even if he may become an opponent again in the future, there is no need to say more about what he has to do.

Saving this human being comes from Gaetia's own will, and does not include any other benefits, or even rewards.It's extremely simple, just can't bear to lose this human being.

The sun lingering on the horizon of this space has set, and the light gradually fades away, and in the bloody sunset, deep laughter comes.The blond-haired man shrugged his shoulders, as if he had discovered something novel, he laughed unscrupulously: "It's really...it's outrageous."

Dostoevsky didn't hear clearly, and subconsciously asked: "What?"

What responded to him was the man's expression of extreme joy, as if he had become enlightened, and he felt joy and carefree from the bottom of his heart.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked again.

"No." Gaitia replied.

What made him laugh was not Dostoevsky's pressing approach, but—

He sighed, with a strong sense of blood, but he was so compassionate: "Really, how much time was wasted so far. People are poor and weak, and the world is irrational. It's really, really unsightly."

"Because the more empty the human brain is, the less human beings are willing to fill it." Dostoevsky said while looking into the distance, "And these souls, once they lose the power to suppress them, will disappear in a blink of an eye. Use your own power to overwhelm others."

Gaitia fell to the ground, golden-red lines flowed between the skin, drawing out an inhuman smell: "Don't rush to catch it!"

Words, humans.I am not admiring you. Despite your extraordinary intelligence, you are just a human being.It is admirable to try to rewrite the theory of weaving stars with a human body, but the thing you misunderstood the most is—”

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and the endless plain disappeared, replaced by endless flowing water and a bridge across it. If you look farther, you can still see the iconic building of the port Mafia standing on the opposite bank.

The clamor of human beings rang in his ears for a long time, and Dostoevsky looked away. Even after hearing so many unbelievable speeches, he still did not show any wavering expression: "Oh? Really, I would like to hear more about it. "

Although he said that, he was tempting like a snake.

A headband adorned with wonderfully shiny shells fell from the blonde hair and fell into the hands of its owner. The Beast of Mercy stared at it for a few seconds before putting it away properly.

Gaitia stood by the embankment, the ruthless flowing water was close at hand, he took a slow step, and the gushing river under the bridge suddenly calmed down, and enlightened that the Son of Man should do the same: "It seems to be a big misunderstanding, It is not you who are against me from the beginning to the end, but this boring and irrational world. In terms you can understand, it is the reason that governs this world. Therefore, the beacon that I am about to light is aimed at this closed The world is not just you alone, rejoice in this, the destruction is coming."

Dostoevsky was stunned for a moment, and his tone was much more urgent than before: "Wait, but shouldn't the catalog be..."

Only at this moment did he realize where his bad move was - that is, he miscalculated the will of the catalog itself, but is that really the catalog of the book?

It's too late to think like this.

The wind swayed, blowing the sound of burning horns, and every time the blond man took a step, there would be ripples in the void. As he climbed up the stairs, the strange ripples seemed to disturb the entire space immediately.

He goes around, and if human beings want to cut off the connection between him and the world, they will inevitably suffer the consequences: "Things that have happened will be conceived again, things that have been used will be planned again, and there is nothing new under the sun. Like this day after day, countless time after time, you have repeatedly struggled in it. Don't worry, the moment this world disappears, I will take him out of here."

In the intensifying wind, Getia suddenly turned his head and faced Dostoevsky below. From the perspective of the youth, he could only see a touch of beautiful red in the blond hair fluttering like seaweed.

"Then, farewell, earth, this is your last. Falling into chaos, returning to nothingness, ending hopeless pain, this is the supreme joy." He said, and the Ten Commandments surrounding him were ringing endlessly, as long as With his eyes closed slightly, he could still see the white light that had saved him.

Ah, that's right.

The earth is overturned, the sea water is pouring back, the hopeless future is already in the eyes, and the only thing left to do is to execute it.

Gaitia laughed easily: "If your reason is so out of order that even a momentary glow is not allowed to exist, let everything come to an end and the world usher in the end, this is what I will do."