[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"You seem to be very happy today."

Stretching his arms and legs, he felt the familiar feeling of weightlessness - his body fell in the air like a small stone.

"Really." He tilted his head, and tucked the flying hair on his cheeks behind his ears, "Because I met a good person."

"Did you meet the light?"

"Well, he is a very gentle person." The calm voice melted into the rustling wind, "I feel... a little more relaxed.

"You shouldn't put your expectations on others." Shadow's voice paused, "When you lose him, you will fall into a deeper abyss."

"You understand, you will be a thousand times more painful than now."

"I know, I'll be fine..." The dark pupils trembled.Opening his mouth mechanically, he struggled to utter words, his trembling lips seemed to want to say something else.

Seeing the other party's thoughts, the shadow let out a mocking laugh, "Only if you have enough love, can you spare your energy to love others."

"If you don't even love yourself, how can you give love to others?"

"..." I can't refute it, but I don't want to agree in my heart, "No, I..."

"I like... warm things...so I would..." hesitating incoherently, racking his brains to form sentences, broken whimpers from the gray hair overflowing from the child's throat.

"But I'm afraid...to hurt them..." Suddenly, a certain sentence that I read in a book appeared in my mind, and I subconsciously said it——

"Because I love you, I often want to apologize to you. My love is heavy and filthy, with many unpleasant things in it, such as sadness, sorrow, self-pity, and despair. And my heart is so fragile that I am always These negative emotions are overwhelmed, as if struggling more and more sinking in a swamp.

I love you, I just want to drag you in, but I hope you save me. ※1"

"...I take back what I said just now." The black shadow swayed, and after a while, he gently stretched out his hand, lightly touching Tsushima's fair face "...you are more beautiful than I imagined To be excellent."

"You're a good boy." Fingers entangled with black lines like crayon scribbles slowly moved down to touch the gray-haired child's confused eyebrows and eyes.

"But before the decision comes, please continue to experience this world well~" The rising end sound rose gently, and the shadow stretched out its black palm, and patted Tsushima's head lightly, "I'm curious, your final ending Woolen cloth......"

"Come on~ Tsushima-kun."

[1: From "Norwegian Forest"]

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wake up.

Sitting up from the bed, he ran through his hair.Looking up at the time, Tsushima jumped out of bed, dragged his slippers, and walked to the toilet.

In fact, I knew there was someone inside, but I opened the door anyway.

"Someone!" A flustered and shameful voice resounded in the air, "Little bastard, didn't you hear what I said!" He hurriedly pulled up his pants, turned around angrily, and the outstretched fist was dodged by the child's flexible figure.

"Whoever yells doesn't lock the door." Tightening the toothpaste cap tightly, Tsushima replied vaguely while brushing his teeth.

"..." The brown-haired man froze for a moment.

This is because I have been living alone before, so I have no habit of going to the toilet and locking the door at all!

"Huh? Are you shy?" Rinsing his mouth, he saw the red ears of the other party with his sharp eyes. With a meaningful ending, "Tsk, even children are not spared." Squinting his eyes and stretching his voice lazily, Tsushima looked at the man gnashing his teeth in the mirror with smiling black eyes. reflection.

"...you are out of strawberry cake today."

"I was wrong." Without the slightest hesitation, someone quickly replied.

His eyes widened in surprise, as if he didn't expect the other party to give in so quickly.Sansan scratched the hair on the back of his head, Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't think about what to say for a while.

There was pressure on the waist, looking down at the child who stretched out his arms, hugged himself on tiptoe, and rubbed his head against his abdomen pitifully, the brown-haired man sighed "...don't do it next time That's it." The original anger in my heart slowly disappeared like a balloon being punctured by a needle.

"Well." Sensing the other party's softened attitude, Tsushima quickly let go of his hand, restrained his pitiful pleading expression, and ran out of the bathroom like a sly cat.

"..." Squeezing the toothpaste, he squinted at the back of the child leaving, then opened his mouth resignedly, with helplessness in his brows and eyes, and Chuya brushed his teeth wearily.

...what a crime I have committed.

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"This is where it's going."

"Huh?" The black gloved hand shifted gears, "Go...to deal with some things."

"Is it someone with supernatural abilities?" Blinking, Tsushima yawned and smacked his lips while playing with the bear doll on the back seat of the car.After all, only those who deal with supernatural abilities will bring themselves, otherwise they should usually leave themselves in Hong Kong black.

Speaking of which, this is the first time Chuya has used his own "tool".

"Yeah." Now that things are no longer surprising, "Stay in the car well, don't run around, and wait until I come to you." Pressing his hat and pulling the handbrake, Nakahara Zhongya turned his head and ordered.

"Hi—" Seeing the back of the brown-haired man entering the building, he looked away, pulled down the pillow, lay down on the back seat, and closed his eyes for a nap.

"811...812..." Stopped counting in his heart, opened his eyes, Tsushima took out the phone in his pocket, unlocked it and glanced at the screen.

More than ten minutes have passed, so it stands to reason that he will at least send himself a message.

Carelessly opened the car window, jumped out of the car, stretched out the hand that was tucked into the sleeve, and patted the slightly wrinkled jacket because of his own disturbance.

"Master Tsushima, please..."

"Daddy is in danger."

Although the two usually call each other's names, in order to reduce unnecessary suspicion, Tsushima barely held his nose and called like this in front of outsiders.

"Or, you don't believe me?" Squinting his eyes, curling up the corners of his mouth, he looked gloomyly at the subordinate who stopped him, and spit out unquestionable words.

"No... this subordinate didn't mean that." Shivering, the man quickly lowered his head.

...As expected of the leader's adopted son, he is so imposing at such a young age.

In addition to being afraid, there was relief in his heart, and the subordinates sighed quietly.

"Let's go, do you want me to go in alone?" Tsushima stuck out his tongue after waving his hand and removing the inhuman shell just now.

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"It stinks."

Covering his mouth and nose, a muttering voice came from between his fingers, "...does it smell like rotten protein?" Looking up at the messy ruins on the ground of the wide factory building, Tsushima rubbed his hands thoughtfully. rub your nose.

"In terms of intelligence, what is the ability of a person with supernatural powers?" He opened his lips and expressed his doubts.

"Ah, it is said that it is about the offensive ability." After a moment of stunned, lowering the volume, the subordinate quickly replied.

"Oh." Tilting his head, the gray-haired child spread his palms, and said helplessly, "I was deceived."

"It seems that after going back, the intelligence department has to be cleaned up."

Hearing the other party's words, a shocked voice overflowed from the mouths of the people behind him, "Huh?"

"It can be regarded as a supernatural ability of the spiritual department." The edge of the gray-haired child's black iris, I don't know when there are blue dots, and it is shrouded in shadows, exuding a faint fluorescence.

"I see." The slender fingers came out, pointing to the corridor ahead, "It's spider silk."

The author has something to say: There is no such thing as a privately named Dazai Osamu, whose original name is Tsushima Shuji (only watched anime and some manga, if there is such a thing, just treat it as my privately set x)

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Because it is a pure supernatural body, dementia can see the traces left by "the same kind" and other supernatural abilities.

If it is not enough, you must concentrate on "seeing" to see it.

Just like looking for something, you may not find it at a glance, but you have to search back and forth carefully to find what you want (a wonderful metaphor)

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Zhongye: Familiar headache, ptsd recurrence jpg.

Then he sighed while brushing his teeth.

Forget it, Tsushima has much more peace of mind than Dazai, and is more self-sufficient.