[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"The Final Choice"

Cold, darkness enveloped the body.

What is reflected in the vision is the hands that are struggling but are pulled down by gravity, and the erratic and swirling bubbles gushing out of the mouth and nose.

I desperately tried to look up, but I could see only the shadow of the blister wriggling, shrinking and disappearing.

The cold water flowed into the nose and mouth, strangled the lungs severely, and brought loneliness deep into the bone marrow.

A little bit, a little bit... Lost consciousness.

Thoughts sink...melt...dissipate...

——Leaving your world, I learned to breathe.

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Eyes opened.

Wushen's pupils contracted slightly, and when he came back to his senses, he pulled the blanket that someone had covered him. Tsushima raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall.His thoughts began to move, like a statue, sitting stiffly on a chair, lost in thought.

The afterglow of the setting sun passes through the window, refracts, and falls on the gray hair.

"...That's right."

After a long while, he finally sorted out the clues, and a small murmur escaped from his pale lips.

"...Although I'm ready, I still don't want to face it."

Taking a deep breath, he stared at the fingers trembling with fear from an unknown emotion.

The eyes that were originally even and silent seemed to be thrown into a stone, bursting into waves of water.

"Scary, scary, scary, scary, scary, scary, scary, scary, scary, scary, scary, scary, scary, scary, scary..."

I felt the most primitive emotion - fear.

The struggling emotions filled the whole chest like swiping the screen, making people feel a sense of suffocation as if they lost their breath.

"Ha...ha." Beads of sweat slowly slid down the cheeks, from the child's delicate chin, into the neckline.

"Chuya..." Like grabbing a straw, the broken words overflowed from his mouth, "Hoo..." Take a deep breath and exhale long.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Tsushima had already adjusted his expression, and the original frightened expression had disappeared at this moment.

He opened the drawer neatly, and there was a small, lonely bird lying inside.

He pulled the safety catch, checked the bullet and the chamber, chuckled lightly, and put it into the pocket of his coat.

He picked up the red scarf on the back of the chair, and hung it roughly around his neck—the somewhat too long scarf just hung down on the gray-haired child's knees, swaying slightly with Tsushima's steps.

Turning his head and staring at the dimly lit chief's room, a flash of fleeting nostalgia and tenderness flashed in his dark eyes—then disappeared.

"Goodbye."

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"Master Tsushima? This is..." Watching the door of the chief's room being opened, the guards guarding the door uttered in confusion.

"Go do something very important." Humming an out-of-tune tune, Tsushima seemed to be in a good mood, and replied softly, "I can go out alone, and I don't need anyone to follow me." It seemed Seeing what the other party wanted to say, the crisp voice sounded quickly.

"But......"

"This is an order." Said in a low voice and forcefully, Tsushima raised his head, "Just this time, please." It seemed to be a request, and it seemed to be just a request among friends.

After hesitating for a moment, the man put his hands on his chest and bowed respectfully, "This subordinate understands."

With brisk steps, Tsushima walked slowly on the street.

The refreshing sea breeze, the smell of humidity, the faint exhaust fume of the car, the smell of gunpowder smoke, the faint crowing of seagulls in the distance - all these make me feel more relaxed.

Light and fluffy, as if about to fly.

There's nothing to be afraid of anymore, is there?

I did not choose to take transportation, but step by step, across the street, over the overpass, through the alley-toward the unknown end.

From the corner of the eye, I saw a dessert shop on the side of the road. The strong smell of wheat mixed with the sweetness of cream wafted from the shop. The corners of his mouth curled up, Tsushima seemed to be regretful.

A certain shadow appeared from nowhere and broke into sight.Concentrating, I saw a hand holding a piece of bread.

"It's for you." Shaking the bread in his hand, the man pushed his glasses, "Don't you want to eat it, you won't be able to eat it in the future." Seeing that Tsushima didn't make any moves, Edogawa ran back and held the bread hands.

"Random steps? Ah, you are..." A deep voice sounded from a distance, and then gradually approached "It's you." Noticing the child's attire, the red-haired man was stunned, a little worried He said, "Recently, how are you doing?"

"Very good." The soft answer was wrapped in the rustling breeze and melted into the setting sun.

"That's good." Nodding, Oda Sakunosuke sighed.Looking at a figure next to him who hadn't moved for a long time, he subconsciously turned his head to look—and then saw the sadness that was about to overflow from the other's emerald green eyes, "Ranbu...?"

"Why do you have to do this?" His lips moved up and down, as if he was organizing his words. After a while, the black-haired man in a detective suit was unable to ask.

"...I don't know." Putting his hands in his pockets, looking down at the scattered leaves on the ground, Tsushima tilted his head, "Probably because I was born for this. "

Edogawa Ranbu's fingers hanging by his side curled up, his clenched knuckles turned white, "It's obviously wrong for..." His lower lip was bitten, and the broken words overflowed intermittently.

"What's going on?" Noticing that the atmosphere was wrong, and frowning, Oda Sakunosuke looked at the two in confusion.

Speeding up his pace, Tsushima passed between the silent two, walking forward without hesitation.

Against the light, the dark red scarf drew a light arc backwards, and the small black figure disappeared at the corner of the street.

——“Running to death is like being born again.”

For some reason, Oda Sakunosuke inexplicably thought of this sentence.

This feeling seems...somewhat familiar.

But, can't remember.

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Sitting on a bench in the playground, shaking his legs, idly watching the white clouds floating in the sky.Feeling the breath behind him, looking sideways behind him, Tsushima smiled, "Sure enough, it's here."

"I said, we will meet again." Eyes like amethyst quietly watched the gray-haired child not far away, raised his right hand and shook it, making a very friendly greeting, Feo Dole said softly, "Good afternoon."

"Aren't you afraid that I won't come?" Ignoring the other party's hypocritical greetings, restraining the softness on his face, revealing the indifference in his heart, Tsushima looked back at the man expressionlessly.

"But you're still here, aren't you?" Not caring about the grey-haired boy's hostility, the man spread his palms, "Is it because of the Port Mafia, or Chuya Chuya? Or... Osamu Dazai?"

"Did anyone say you're annoying."

"Oh, I'm bored." He sighed and smiled wryly, "Then, what is your answer?"

"Of course..." Smacking his lips, Tsushima stood up from the bench and "rejected." The small palm was quickly pulled out of his pocket.

——The black muzzle of the gun pointed directly at Fyodor who was joking.

"I don't think you're stupid enough to think you can kill me here."

Surprised by the opponent's actions, Fei Jia was a little puzzled.The knuckles of the raised index finger pressed against the lips, thinking about the child's meaningless move.

"Ah - of course I...know it." With a drawn out tone, he said in a lazy voice, "I also know that you are going to take me back by force." Eyeballs rolled, and they glanced at The direction of the sniper on the high platform.

"I really hate pain, even if it's an anesthetic~"

"It would be even better if you can obediently cooperate." Pressing his hat, the man looked confident and waited patiently for the other party's compromise.

The next second, gunshots rang out.

Startled by the noise, the pure white pigeon that had been pecking on the ground flapped its wings and flew up.

"You..." staring at the blood red on the ground in disbelief, and the small body that fell down, "Why..."

"Cough..." The uncontrollable body slumped limply on the cold ground.Viscous bright red blood oozes from the gray hair little by little.

Scratching his face fiercely, "I see..." The man who lost his mind gasped heavily, red bloodshot eyes filled the whites of his eyes, "You are not..."Key". "

"You are..."Book"! "

The only answer to Fei Jia was a mocking smile on the gray-haired child's lips.

The author has something to say: he thought he had a script, but finally found out that Fei Jia had taken a fake script.

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Also on a business trip.It was Fei Jia's fault that he didn't come back for a long time. After all, his goal was very clear.

Dementia also understood what the other party meant, so he came out on his own initiative.

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Dementia is not afraid of death, he is only afraid of what he loses after death.

But in the end, he calmed down and accepted it calmly.

Afraid of the pain of the anesthetic, he pressed the dick to his temple with his own hands.

——“There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore.”

— "If that's what you expect."

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Chaos cannot be stopped, if it is stopped the world will be chaotic, causing more casualties.

"Sacrificing one person for the sake of everyone's happiness... that's wrong."

But he couldn't stop it, and he couldn't stop it, so it was extremely painful, and he could only watch Jin Dao die.

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He went on a business trip, and when he came back, another person died, and he committed suicide again.

Chuya: Am I not suitable for a business trip?