[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"Ha—ah—" Sitting on the chair without any image, stretching his hands above his head, crossing his legs, Tsushima sat lazily.

Because of the shaking of the body, the seat made a "creaking" sound.The current leader of Hong Kong and Black—the place that usually sits in the Central Plains, is now occupied by a certain little guy.

Because of the yawn, the dark eyes were glowing with a thin layer of water.The wandering eyes noticed the large and small drawers under the desk.

Because of instinctive curiosity and bad taste, someone stretched out a sinful little hand.

Gently opened the upper drawer, there was nothing worth paying attention to, just some draft paper, pens and ink and other bottles and cans. Open the next drawer in sequence.

"Huh?" Sensing the pulling force clearly, Tsushima looked thoughtfully at the last locked drawer.

Blinking his eyes, the gray-haired child grabbed the edge of the table with one hand, then lowered his body, groping for the keyhole back and forth with his fingertips.After confirming the model of the lock cylinder, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he jumped off the chair neatly, took out the paper clip that he did not know when he got it from his pocket, straightened it, and inserted it into the lock cylinder with ease.

After this period of continuous practice, I have become very proficient in the lockpicking skills-although this may not be good news for Zhong Yuanzhong.

I casually made up the expression of the other party who knew about this matter, and an uncontrollable "puff" sound came out of his mouth, "Okay." After a few seconds of fiddling, he restored the paper clip to its original appearance, and put it back in his pocket, "Well, Let me see Zhongye's secret—"

"Huh?" The sly smile faded instantly after seeing the contents in the drawer, and was replaced by a blank look.

A dull, dark red scarf that looked like dried blood was quietly folded and placed inside.

The dusty memories in the brain were ruthlessly raised.

Tsushima stretched out his slightly trembling fingers, touched the scarf, and picked it up.

This is Osamu Dazai... stuff.

He stared blankly at the soft scarf in his hand - as if to show his sense of existence, a small piece of paper, the fabric fell from the folded gap.

The brain stopped thinking, bent down mechanically, then picked it up, and opened the folded note with trembling fingertips.

"I don't like you, I don't love you, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry for making you bear my wish."

"Can I be selfish one last time?"

"--Human disqualification"

"Also, please go find him."

A few fragmented words are arranged irregularly, which may seem inexplicable to others, but at this moment, the little gray-haired child instantly understands all the emotions contained in this piece of paper.

"...So you knew it all along." The corners of his mouth pulled down, as if he had lost the strength to adjust his expression, "Then what am I...in your eyes." Tsushima lost all blood His lips trembled weakly, as if he wanted to smile helplessly, but his suppressed emotions made him make an expression uglier than crying.

"Even my confusion is within your expectations."

Tears as big as beads fell on the note, and blurred a blurred ink. "It's too much..." Finally, I couldn't control my expression, and silent sobs filled the quiet air .

The fragile shell was hit hard and then shattered.

The innocence and bewilderment faded away, and in the black pupils - the last little glimmer flickered and went out.

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"Well, this is it?" Opening the door, seeing the gray-haired man carrying a large stack of documents into the chief's room, Tsushima tilted his head and questioned.

Responding respectfully, Guangjin whispered: "This is the leader's document." Although most of the documents have been distributed and processed, there are still some key decisions that need to be made by the leader himself.

"That's it..." Tsushima propped his chin with one hand, and quickly pulled out a bag of documents with the other hand, and quickly tore them open.

"Master Tsushima...!" After hesitating for a while, the man finally spoke out, his outstretched arms flustered, not knowing what to do.

"It doesn't matter, or..." The eyes that were originally smiling quickly turned cold, and the eyes of scrutiny and displeasure glanced at the person standing aside like a snake, "You don't believe me?"

Cold sweat dripped down his back, "...I don't mean that, my subordinate." Hastily lowering his head, Guangjin Liulang bowed deeply.

"It's okay, Chuya knows about it." Tsushima said with a smile, shaking the document in his hand.Well...Although I just know it, whether I want it or not is another story.

In the end, it was a compromise, and the man gave up blocking.

It's as if something...is different.

The child in front of me feels completely different from yesterday...

He quietly raised his chin, secretly watched the children lying on the table looking at the paperwork one by one, and secretly sighed.

——Although the expression is still soft and peaceful, but in this child's eyes...

There is nothing left.

"Yeah." Looking at ten lines at a glance, he browsed through the documents hastily, "I have doubts a long time ago, sure enough~" Sighed, like a lazy cat, leaning on the back of the chair limply, "The intelligence department... ...Ryuji Akashima, right?"

"Please let that gentleman come here~ Let's say that the leader invites him to drink tea!" Jokingly, he said it easily with a jumping tone.

"......Yes."

The man asked nervously and respectfully: "Excuse me, leader, uh...Master Tsushima, you told me to have..." If you believe that the leader really invites you to drink tea, then your brain is broken up.

"Although I don't mind the Special Agents Division working in Hong Kong, it's too much to provide false information~" interrupted the other party's words, tilted his head, and the crisp voice echoed in the room, "Speaking of which, take How does it feel to have two salaries, I'm a little curious."

"...What are you talking about?" In a trance, it seemed that there was a poisonous snake winding up his spine, tightly wrapping around his neck.Breathing hard, Akashima replied stiffly.

"See you Sora, Yukima Fuzan, Seiichiro Hirokawa..." The child uttered the names in a melodious and deep voice, and with the pause between the words, the man's figure trembled even more "These are also you colleagues?"

Looking at the sweaty face of the other party, Tsushima shrugged and said softly: "Don't worry, you are still in the chief's room instead of the interrogation room, which has already shown my attitude." The slender fingers moved nimbly The pen holder and the signature pen flipped back and forth in the hands of the gray-haired child as if they were alive.

"However, under the eaves of someone else's house, it's better to lower your posture a little bit, what do you think...?" With a chuckle, Tsushima waved his hand, and Tsushima indifferently signaled that the other party could leave.

"Nakaya is such an idiot." Putting the document back into the sealed bag and folding it, Tsushima muttered to himself jokingly.

"Oh, it's really interesting." The door was slowly pushed open, and a graceful red figure walked into the chief's room. "I didn't expect to see such an interesting thing as soon as I came back."

"Next is Koyo Ozaki." Noticing the child's vigilant gaze, the woman chuckled, "You are Tsushima, I heard the leader said~"

"Ah." A small breath came out of his mouth, and he turned his brain inside out to find out the memory. The gray-haired child nodded and stared at the person in front of him with dark eyes, silently observing.

Looking at the child's gaze carefully scrutinized like a small animal, the bright red lips curved, and Hongye showed a gentle arc, "Thank you very much for helping Chuya."

"Of course, this sentence is from my standpoint, don't mind." After saying this, she leaned slightly to say goodbye, and the red-haired woman left the room without looking back.

"what."

In the huge space, a tired voice faintly fainted and then dissipated.

"Obviously I was the one who was helped."

"I'm nothing more than a tool, a poor imitator."

"I am nothing."

The author has something to say: Tsushima thought he was free, but he didn't expect to be found out that his actions and thoughts were all calculated.

And then realized——I was just a tool for Osamu Dazai to realize his wish.

However, he finally resigned to his fate.

Not only because of his feelings for Dazai, but also because of his love for Chuya.

— "If that's what you expect."

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Osamu Dazai had no emotion, no liking, and no love for the birth of Tsushima.

Some may just feel guilty.

The guilt of letting the tragedy continue in this world.

Tsushima understood Osamu Dazai's feelings, but it was even more painful.

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