God's Souvenir

The little girl's voice continued in the air, telling the next development of the story: "The widow Kunikida who lives in the middle of the village feels sorry for the poor Atsushi, and she decides to make a pair of shoes for Atsushi."

Kunikida Doppo's figure gradually disappeared in the mist.Before disappearing completely, he still did not forget to remind Atsushi Nakajima loudly: "Atsushi! Cheer me up here, don't fall into the other party's trap!"

"Kunikida returned home and picked up the tools her husband used to make shoes, and began to make a pair of shoes for Atsushi that can keep out the cold." The little girl's voice continued to tell the story.

Osamu Dazai suddenly grabbed Nakajima Atsushi's wrist, and hurriedly warned: "Atsushi-kun! Never wear red shoes, no matter what kind of red shoes they are. It's best not to touch them! Remember this! !"

"Mr. Dazai?" Atsushi Nakajima hadn't reacted yet, and looked at him with doubts.

"When Kunikida was making shoes, his mother, who lived with Atsushi, died of a serious illness."

Osamu Dazai's hand holding Atsushi Nakajima's wrist dropped suddenly, and his eyes that were originally open slowly closed.

Atsushi Nakajima turned pale with shock: "Mr. Dazai! Are you okay? Mr. Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai lay peacefully on the wooden bed, having lost his breath.He gently closed his eyes, like a Sleeping Beauty in a slum.

That's it, dead?Just kidding, Mr. Dazai, a man with such tenacious vitality, how could he die like this?

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't accept the status quo for a while, and his whole body froze in place.He quickly comforted himself: "No, this is just an illusion. Mr. Dazai will not really die. He will never die so easily."

He slowly stood up from the bed, clenching his fists fiercely.Even though he temporarily lost his supernatural ability, he still didn't panic. He clenched his back teeth and walked towards the door: "Even if it's just a little girl, for the sake of everyone in the detective agency, I can only choose to defeat you."

At this time, the little girl's staid voice sounded again: "Kunikida made the shoes and gave them to Atsushi on the day of mother's burial."

Fog poured into the house from outside the door, obscuring all the furnishings in the fog.

When the fog cleared, the scenery in front of me also changed.

Atsushi Nakajima came back to his senses and found that Kunikida Doppo was handing him a pair of red shoes.Not far away, there is a coffin parked on the other side. Under the lid of the coffin that has not been closed, the peaceful face of Dazai Ji lying in a field of lilies is exposed.

After Kunikida Doppo realized that he could control his body, he withdrew his hand holding the shoe.Asked: "Atsushi, what did Dazai tell you?"

"Mr. Dazai said that this place should be an illusion made up of fairy tales. The rules here restrict people in it from using supernatural powers. The fairy tale we belong to should be Hans Christian Andersen's "The Red Shoes". According to the content of the fairy tale, Mr. Dazai, who is his mother, has been 'Rules' killed." Atsushi Nakajima summed up Dazai's words, picking out the most useful replies.

"You seem worried?" Kunikida Doppo observed his expression, "Don't worry, that guy Dazai has a terrible life. Even if we all die here, he can pull us out of hell one by one alive. "

Atsushi Nakajima's ugly face eased a little, and he nodded with firm eyes.

"Ah, and Mr. Dazai, he warned me not to touch red shoes before being offline." He suddenly remembered.

Kunikida Doppo immediately understood what Osamu Dazai meant: "In "The Red Shoes", the red shoes are indeed the source of all tragedies. As the protagonist who is the direct victim, it is the best choice for you to stay away from the red shoes."

While agreeing, Nakajima looked down at his bare feet.He sighed, gave up the idea of ​​wearing shoes, and followed the funeral procession.

Inside the white whale.

Francis, who was listening to Alcott's report, was shrouded in a large amount of fog in a blink of an eye.When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on a bumpy medieval carriage.

He was wearing an old woman's dress, and he was sitting in the middle of the carriage.Looking out from the carriage, one could see a funeral procession, as well as a ragged girl behind the procession who didn't even have shoes.

carriage.Osamu Dazai stood in front of the opened car door, and asked in a complicated tone: "Since there is more than one fairy tale in this fairy tale world. Then the queen, that is, you—doesn't there be a name called Cinderella?"

"Of course." Himi Tsuruhara lifted his skirt and stepped on the steps, and got into the carriage lightly, "It's the Cinderella with the fairy godmother and the glass slipper."

"Then the prince—who is the current king?" Osamu Dazai followed him into this very girlish carriage.

The expression of Tsuruhara Higen, who was sitting upright in the carriage, froze visible to the naked eye.He remained silent until the carriage started to move by itself, then answered the other party's question with a headache: "It's Mr. Mori."

The air in the carriage seemed to freeze.After a long time, Osamu Dazai let out a meaningless: "Ah."

"Aurora can't control the choice of characters. The assignment of characters in the fantasy world is completely randomized by 'rules'." Hikami Tsuruhara explained with a faint smile on his face, but his tone was dry, "So It was definitely an accident that Mr Mori was chosen for the role of king."

"...Please don't look at me with that indescribable look. I don't have any unreasonable thoughts about Mr. Sen."

Osamu Dazai withdrew his eyes from looking at the warrior, and reminded with a serious face: "There are many things that the identity of the king can do. This identity will definitely be used to the fullest in Mr. Mori's hands."

"Don't you still believe in my home field combat ability?" Tsuruhara Hikami raised a bright smile, "Because of this, the political status of this country is-the king is sick, and the queen supervises the country."

In the royal palace far away in the capital, the door of the king's bedroom was firmly closed.There are more than a dozen locks on the outside of the king's bedroom, and it looks as if no one lives in this room at all.

Mori Ogai was lying on the king's soft bed, covered with a quilt made of silk.In the darkness, he slowly opened his eyes, and immediately realized that something was wrong with the place he was in.

"Alice-chan—Alice-chan? Are you there, Alice-chan?" He asked around, but got no answer.

And he didn't need to answer.The moment he opened his eyes, he felt the disappearance of the supernatural power.

Mori Ogai lifted the quilt and got out of bed, only to realize that he was wearing the king's uniform, and he didn't even take off his shoes.There was a tinder box next to the candlestick beside the bed, and he touched it and lit the candle.

He saw clearly the furnishings in the room by the light of the lit candle, walked to the door and stretched out his hand to push it.The door didn't budge.

"Oh, this is troublesome."