[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

Hate the smell of disinfectant.

Because it reminds me of death.

He raised his jaw and looked at the infusion bag hanging above his head.The liquid in the slender rubber tube is sent down little by little, dripping—and then injected into the body through the sharp needle on the back of the hand.

So irritating.

I don't know why, but there is a strange sense of fear.

——I want to escape from here quickly.

The opened eyes were slowly closed, exhaled through the nose, Tsushima relaxed his limbs, adjusted his posture so as not to press the wound, and buried his face in the pillow.The gunshot wound on the abdomen had already been stitched up, and the wounds on other parts of the body were also medicated and carefully wrapped with bandages.

Noticing the sound of sighing, the nurse sitting at the door looked nervously at the hospital bed, observing the patient's reaction.

Well... if you slip away by yourself, the staff here should be punished.Thinking of the candy he had just received from the medical staff, Tsushima blinked.

——For sugar's sake, just be patient.

He smoothed the wrinkled sugar paper with his fingertips, faced the sunlight coming in from the gap in the curtains, stared at the colorful colors refracted on the plastic paper, yawned, smacked his lips, and slowly lowered his arms.

His ears moved keenly, he heard footsteps with a familiar frequency coming from the corridor outside the house, and he turned his head in the direction of the door.

"How's your body?" The black coat slipped slightly from his shoulders as the man sat down, and there was a faint smell of perfume in the air, which slightly covered up the unpleasant smell of disinfectant.

"I can't die~" He narrowed his eyes and elongated the ending sound.

After all, injuries that can heal are considered minor injuries.

His blue eyes swept across the other party's arms and cheeks wrapped in bandages, Chuya frowned, and after a while, he replied with difficulty, "...Oh."

...Why does it look more and more like that bastard mackerel.

"Huh?" Noticing the anxious look on the other side, Tsushima tilted his head in confusion, "Did something happen?" His complexion was so bad, could it be that something bad happened to Hong Kong Hei while he was sleeping ?

"No." Coughed a few times, shifted his gaze, barely suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and Zhong Yuanzhong also changed the topic, "Is there... is there any place you want to go?"

"Huh? Could it be that Zhong also felt..."

"Love will not go."

"Go!" Raising his hand and waving, Tsushima nodded excitedly like a chicken pecking at rice, "Then let's go to the playground." Looking at the ceiling, after thinking for a while, he made up his mind, "There... I haven't been there yet."

In fact, since I was born, I have been looking for "that thing" non-stop, and I have basically visited Yokohama all over - but when I passed by the playground, I stood outside the guardrail and stared for a long time, but I still didn't go in.

Why didn't you go in.

...Maybe I just feel that I am out of place, just looking at the smiling faces of the children in the park...I feel tears are about to flow down.

"Then go the day after tomorrow."

After thinking for a moment, and arranging his schedule in his mind, Nakahara Chuya opened his mouth and said, "I'll take you there in the afternoon."

"Take good care of your wounds before that." Opened his palms, pressed the child's hair and rubbed it, "Even if the wound heals quickly, don't run around." Suddenly remembered something, pursed his lips. "Nor suicide."

With a look of distaste on his face, Tsushima shrugged his shoulders, "...so long-winded." He said that he would never do this again. Could it be that he thought of Osamu Dazai?

...Well, but it feels good to be cared about?

"Shut up, do you think I'm willing to be long-winded." Tsk-tsk his mouth, and the man with brown hair made an uncomfortable voice.

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"Wow——" Looking up at the large balance wheel spinning at high speed in the air, the gray-haired child exclaimed, "Chuya Chuya! I think..."

"No, you don't want to." Pressing the hat, the eyebrows trembled slightly, and someone's voice of disapproval melted into the noise of the crowd.

"It's because I'm too young." Tsushima muttered as he licked the marshmallow in his hand.

"You can't even think about going up when you grow up."

"I won't take off the seat belt, it's very tasteless to fall to death~" Shaking his head, squinting his eyes and enjoying the soft sweetness in his mouth, he replied casually.

"..." After a long silence, not knowing what to say, the man raised his finger and pinched the center of his brow.Holding the child's hand, I looked around to see if there were any entertainment items suitable for children. "Do you want to ride on the merry-go-round?" Seeing the pavilion not far away, he asked in a low voice.

Looking in the direction of the other party's line of sight, he saw the wooden horse swinging up and down, and a sly glint flashed in his black pupils. "Sit with me if I want to!" A voice coquettish like a small animal sounded.

"...Ah?" I was stunned for a moment, understood the meaning of the child's words, opened my mouth, and squirmed my lips awkwardly, "I still don't..." Looking down, I saw the downcast look in the other party's eyes , the subject changed, the brown-haired man gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Okay."

Licking the melted syrup from the corner of his mouth, Tsushima quietly observed Chuya's expression of resignation to death as if he was on the battlefield.Covering his mouth, blocking the corners of his raised mouth, "I'm just kidding." Sighing, the calm voice flowed in the noisy air, "...I'll just take a look."

In fact, I have no interest in these recreational facilities, I just want to blend into this lively crowd.

Looking at the happy appearance of others, it seems that the eyes are warmed.

"Tsk." Watching the gray-haired child bouncing away, pressing the hat on top of his head tightly, Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his heel to follow.

Obviously just a stinky brat.

Why do you sometimes... show such lonely eyes.

Just like the bubbles - crystal clear, pure but reflecting the complex and dirty world.

It seems that if you don't grasp it, it will be blown away with the wind, and it will be broken quietly in the distant sky and in an unknown corner, and it will disappear without a sound.

Want to care about him, want to see him happy, want to... pull him out of the swamp.

——But do I have the power to save this child?

There it was again, that nasty powerlessness of feeling like you couldn't hold onto anything.

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Sitting on a bench beside him, dangling his calves, Tsushima idly watched the crowd passing by.

Because there are a lot of people, the line in front of the bakery to buy sweets is very long.

In the Central Plains, "No, what if you get lost." Asked by the soul, the gray-haired child waved his hand boredly, took out the locator from his pocket, and threw it lightly to the other party.

"I have a locator on me."

Stretching his body lazily and raising his hands above his head, Tsushima pressed his eyes and urged the other party to go to the queue quickly.

He choked for a while, his brows twisted into knots, and finally gave up complaining, and Zhongyuan Zhong also turned around resignedly.

.......Will a normal person install a locator on himself?

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The soot on the neckline, the faint scar on the wrist, the black eyes, the frown, the corner of the mouth, the dry wallet, the nostalgic look.

Hmm... Suffering from depression and unemployment, have you just experienced marriage and divorce?

Mo-colored eyeballs rolled, and Tsushima idly observed the passers-by on the street, trying to pass the time by observing the appearance, analyzing and guessing the identities and experiences of the passers-by.

Black hair, facial features of foreigners, slender wrists, walking posture, inadvertently raised corners of the mouth, erratic and blurred temperament.

Ah, our eyes met.

The surprise and understanding revealed in the empty purple eyes.

Do you know me?

Quickly denying this guess, the gray-haired child narrowed his eyes.

No, it should be knowing... Osamu Dazai.

"Although I walked around without hope, I really saw something unexpected." The magnetic and deep voice followed the strange man's footsteps from far to near.

"It really is that person's style... Well, if it were me, I would probably do the same~" With a chuckle, the black-haired man looked up and down for a long time without concealing his gaze, and then said Gently sighed "It's the first time to meet you, lovely little sir."

"My name is Fyodor Dostoyevsky, please advise me, can I chat with you~" The black robe fluttered with the wind, and with a brisk voice, the man stretched out White fingers made a handshake motion.

The author has something to say: suddenly thinking about the if line.

Osamu Dazai is dead, Atsushi is gone, Kyoka is gone, Akutagawa belongs to the detective agency, even Mori Ogai has gone to be the director of the orphanage, Yin probably left Hong Kong as well.

...So are there any capable people in Hong Kong and Black?

Chuya: I am so miserable.

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There is no shortage of people in Hong Kong and black, but there is a shortage of talents.

The diamonds are gone, Pill.

I don’t know if Sister Hongye is there, after all, Chaowu didn’t mention it in beast, and Zhongye mentioned it, so I should just talk about Sister Hongye casually, it’s unknown whether Hongye is still in Hongye (.

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When Osamu Dazai/Ogai Mori is the boss, he encounters an organization that comes to challenge him: strategizing, intrigue, and lying on an office chair can plot you to death.

Nakahara Chuya: ... (give up thinking) Where is the trash fish asking me to meet him!

Then he kicked open the door of the chief's room with a jio, and drove away in the car.

I really didn't arrange the noodles, chuya.