God's Souvenir

The rain was heavy, as if it wanted to wash away all the bad luck in the city of Yokohama.

There are very few pedestrians on the road.People passing by on the sidewalk hurriedly held umbrellas, for fear of getting more places wet by the rain.

"Red shoes, red shoes. I have a pair of red shoes.

Patent leather shoes are red and bright, wear red shoes to church. "

A little girl in a white dress hummed a strange song and walked on the street, wearing a pair of red patent leather boots.

The white skirt swayed with her movements, dripping water.The heels of the boots hit the ground with a crisp "click, click" sound, and from time to time, small water splashes splashed on the small beach on the road.

"Red shoes, red shoes. How beautiful they dance.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.Jump, jump, don't stop. "

She is holding a delicate music box of a dancing girl in her hand, on which a dancing girl in a ballet pose is wearing a pair of red dancing shoes.

The rain drenched her short black ear-length hair, and it fell drop by drop on the dancer's face along the tip of the hair.It looked like a dancer shed tears.

"Red shoes, red shoes. Ungodly children will be punished, okay?

Executioner, please, cut off these dancing feet.otherwise……"

The little girl stared at the crowd coming and going, and looked straight at the boy with short white hair through the gap between the crowd.

She stopped and stood in the middle of the zebra crossing.The lipsticked lips of a mature adult opened and closed gently, and a cheerful singing voice flowed out of it:

"Otherwise you will have to jump until you die?"

The music box of the dancing girl in her arms rang out the sound of tinkling music.The eyes of the dancer who had been in a fixed position glowed red, and the stiff puppet began to dance while spinning.

The crowd was stopped for an instant.Soon, they moved mechanically, threw away the umbrellas in their hands, and danced a stiff ballet.Their dancing movements are exactly the same as the dancer's music box held in the girl's hands.

"Aurora, let me know what you can do." Fyodor sat alone in front of the console surrounded by screens, watching the small surveillance screen in the corner.

Hiken Tsuruhara sat on Lin Xianming's sofa and dried his hair.He raised his hand to support the unattractive black ear clips, and laughed softly: "Lin Jiang, what do you think this rain will bring?"

In the rushing rain, the crisp dance music of the music box rang out.It's Tchaikovsky's song - "Dance of the Four Little Swans".

Atsushi Nakajima watched the people around him dance strangely, and became vigilant all over.He looked around vigilantly, and quickly locked his eyes on the only little girl who was not dancing.

She was drenched all over, holding a tinkling music box in her arms.The appearance is harmless, but at this time it is the most weird.

The little girl opened her eyes wide at him, grinned and showed her small white teeth, and laughed exaggeratedly: "Come on, come dance with Aurora?"

A sense of crisis as if being targeted by a predator swept across Atsushi Nakajima in an instant.Prompted by the screaming alarm bell in his mind, his arms quickly disintegrated.

At the same time, the little girl's soft voice sounded: "A long time ago, there lived a little girl named 'Dun' in the village."

The dancing crowd disappeared, as did the road and the tall buildings around it.Atsushi Nakajima found himself standing in the middle of a drafty house in a shabby dress and a pair of clunky wooden shoes.

In the corner of the house was an old wooden bed, on which lay a frail man covered only with a worn quilt.The cotton batting in the quilt is almost gone, and the so-called quilt looks more like a bed sheet.

The person lying on the bed coughed a few times with difficulty, and spoke to him: "Dun Jun, I'm sorry. Our family is really poor, and only this pair of wooden shoes can be worn by you in winter."

"No, no. It's okay, I don't care about this..." Atsushi Nakajima waved his hands again and again, and suddenly realized after expressing his attitude that he didn't mind, "Wait!"

Could it be the familiar voice of the person on the bed?

The humanoid in the quilt squirmed a few times, revealing a head of curly dark brown hair.Atsushi Nakajima was very familiar with the face protruding out.

"—Eh? Mr. Dazai! Why are you here?" The human-tiger boy almost broke down and shouted this sentence.

The childish and soft voice belonging to the little girl sounded again outside the door: "Due to the poverty of the family, Dun could not even wear shoes. The only pair of heavy and ugly wooden shoes can only be worn in winter. Dressed. For the rest of the season, Tun can only bare her little feet."

Atsushi Nakajima followed the voice and looked out the door.

Outside the crumbling and half-open wooden door stood the little girl I had seen in the rain before.She was as dry as ever, as if she had never been drenched in rain.

"The mother who depended on each other was very guilty of this, and she couldn't afford to get sick. With the arrival of winter, her mother's illness became more and more serious." The little girl told the story expressionlessly, retreated slowly, and her figure gradually Hidden in fog.

"Wait!" Atsushi Nakajima saw the culprit who brought him to this strange place leave, and was about to step forward to grab her.

But the clogs on his feet were too heavy and tripped him when he took his first step.At this time, he was surprised to find that his supernatural power had disappeared, his body was empty, and he couldn't feel the existence of "tiger" at all.

Lying on the bed, Osamu Dazai, who was so weak that he couldn't move, stopped him at this moment: "Dun-kun, stop chasing him. You must have discovered that our supernatural powers are ineffective in this place."

Atsushi Nakajima struggled to get up from the ground, struggling to adapt to the heavy wooden shoes on his feet.He stumbled to the bed and asked eagerly, "Mr. Dazai, why are you here? Is this an illusion created by a supernatural power? If so, your supernatural power should be able to be eliminated, right?"

"Dun-kun, calm down, calm down." Osamu Dazai comforted him, "As you can see, I am here as Dun-kun's 'mother'. It seems that our supernatural powers are disabled in this place. This should be some kind of No one in this illusion can resist the rules here."

"Huh?" Nakajima Atsushi made a doubtful voice.

Osamu Dazai was still lying on the bed, and he calmly analyzed the current situation to Atsushi Nakajima: "What the little girl at the door said just now is obviously the beginning of a fairy tale. Atsushi should be the protagonist of the story, A little girl who can't afford shoes."

"And here my identity is Dunjun's mother. In this fairy tale, the existence of supernatural powers is not allowed, so we cannot use our own supernatural powers. In the fairy tale, it is set that my mother is seriously ill, so I can only lie down. Can't move in bed."

Atsushi Nakajima was so shocked that his face changed: "Fairy tale? Wait, even the setting of Mr. Dazai as a mother in a fairy tale is too unbelievable, right?"

"Is it because Kunikida-kun is the more suitable person?" Osamu Dazai asked abruptly.

Atsushi Nakajima nodded subconsciously.

"Oh—" Osamu Dazai drew out his tone.

The young man who was tricked came back to his senses: "Mr. Dazai, now is not the time to care about this! What are we going to do to get out of this illusion? If everyone is here, who else will stop the combination?"

"Ah, Atsushi-kun. I have to say that you have raised a very serious possibility." Osamu Dazai straightened his face.

Atsushi Nakajima: "What?"

"Maybe everyone is in this illusion."

"No way?!"

If this weird place pulls in everyone who is not in the same place, what are the conditions for its activation?Target specific people, regardless of distance, or simply include the whole of Yokohama?

If it is the whole of Yokohama, isn't the city in a crisis that is temporarily bigger than the combination attack?

Atsushi Nakajima gritted his teeth, his fists clenched loudly.He really wanted to immediately catch the source of all this, the little girl in the white skirt, and force her to release his abilities.

"Calm down, Atsushi-kun. If it's what I think, I'm afraid our time is limited. Before that, I want to tell you the current situation and the best way to deal with it." Under the constraints of the rules, Osamu Dazai found it difficult to even lift a finger .He could only raise his voice to remind Atsushi Nakajima.

Atsushi Nakajima came back to his senses, and he frowned: "What do you mean time is limited..."

"According to the beginning of this fairy tale. The poor Atsushi and the clumsy wooden shoes, this is probably Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale "The Red Shoes." Osamu Dazai's expression was calm and calm, "In this fairy tale, the little girl and the My mother died of illness at the very beginning. Is that so, do you want to forcibly offline someone who can help Dunjun?"

"Dun Jun, listen carefully. This illusion is a world of fairy tales, and there may be more than one fairy tale. What you have to do is to use the maximum freedom of action you have as the protagonist of the fairy tale to find out the intention of the owner of the illusion. Find a way to leave .”

"The position of the other party is not clear. If it is a fourth-party force that does not belong to the detective agency, nor does it belong to Hong Kong and black or even a combination, then it is possible to meet people from any party here. If it is not necessary, do not fight with them. Conflict. Of course, if the other party provokes, there is no need to be soft."

Atsushi Nakajima remembered his words and nodded solemnly.

At this moment, the dilapidated wooden door was blown by the wind and began to creak.A figure appeared outside the door, and the voice was familiar to the two people in the room: "This child is so pitiful!"

Atsushi Nakajima looked out.I saw Kunikida Doppo wearing a European medieval widow's costume, and holding his "ideal" notebook in his hand.With a gloomy face, he pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose: "It happens that there are leftovers at home, so let's make her a pair of shoes."

This appearance made Atsushi Nakajima froze when he saw such a scene for the first time: "Mr. Kunikida?"

"Oh! Kunikida-kun!" Osamu Dazai stretched his neck with all his strength on the bed to watch Kunikida Doppo at the door, and sighed very hatefully, "Is the widow in the story actually you? It really suits you , this suit."

Kunikida Doppo almost crumpled his precious notebook, the veins on his forehead were throbbing: "Dazai!"

"You guys give me a sense of crisis!" He looked like he wanted to grab Dazai Osamu's collar and shake it desperately.

Atsushi Nakajima saw that he was very angry but stood at the door and did not come in, and asked in confusion, "Mr. Kunikida, why is he standing at the door all the time?"

"Because he can't come in." Dazai Osamu replied leisurely, "In the rules here, when the plot has not fully unfolded, the activities of all characters are restricted. So it's not that Kunikida-kun doesn't want to come in, but the rules He was only allowed to stand outside the door."

"That's why I say that as the protagonist of the story, Dun Jun has the greatest right to act freely."