[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

...something feels wrong.

Suppressing the irritability in his heart, the brown-haired man raised his palm and pressed the hat.

Glancing at the time on the phone, Chuya turned around neatly, and ordered several subordinates behind him, "Let's go."

The journey was not too far away, driving a brand-new black sports car with a smooth body, the last ray of sunlight before sunset was reflected on the man's expressionless face through the windshield.

The speed of the car passed by somewhere, slowed down abruptly, and finally stopped.Opening the car door, his blue eyes looked in a certain direction - it was a delicately decorated dessert shop.

"A piece of strawberry cake, thank you." Nakahara Zhongya whispered to the teller as he opened the store door.

"It's you." While waiting for the package, a strange but somehow familiar voice broke the silence.

"...It's too late to come back." Choked up a bit, his decadent voice was mixed with ridicule to others or himself, Edogawa Ranpo silently looked away.

"Huh?" Frowning, he glanced at the two people sitting on the tables and chairs in the store in confusion, "I remember you are from the Armed Detective Agency..."

"Let's go, Oda." Edogawa Ranpo didn't seem to want to pay attention to the other party, and stood up silently from his seat.

"Ranpo, you..." Looking at the snacks on the table that had only eaten one bite, Oda Sakunosuke said hesitantly, "Do you want to pack it?" It seemed that he was not in a good mood, did something happen?

"No need, I have no appetite."

"Your cake, sir."

Consciousness was awakened by the sweet voice of the clerk behind him, he blinked his eyes, and Nakahara Zhong also hurriedly returned to his senses, "Thank you." He took out his wallet from his pocket and paid hastily, the anxiety that came from nowhere made the red-haired man leave quickly pace of.

The heart gradually accelerated, and the sound of "dong dong" heartbeat echoed in the eardrums, which inexplicably made the brain feel dizzy.

——Something is going to happen.

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What does it feel like to die.

Maybe it doesn't feel like it.

It is said that even if the human body dies, the brain can still think for a long time, which is said to be as long as 10 minutes.

But that's just rumors, after all, no one has really tried it.And even if you try it, you can't draw a conclusion, after all, the person is dead~

The unbearable pain gradually faded from the head, and the consciousness was pulled and drifted by the invisible force, falling into another space.Unlike the heaviness □□ felt, the mood felt lighter than ever before.

"Did I...did it?"

"You did very well."

A pair of black hands, with a little shimmer, gently held the gray-haired child's cheeks.

"Ahh..." Broken tears flowed from the black eyes.Tsushima raised his weak right hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to hold the opponent's palm, but he couldn't.

"I heard your voice." The deep voice mixed with sighs echoed in the unknown white space.

"Well, I think you've guessed it too~" The voice paused, showing a hint of a smile, "I was just programmed by a program, that's all."

"And the result of my observation is——you are doing very well." The finger composed of countless black lines lightly tapped the gray-haired child's cheek.

"Ah, it's time." Watching the white space gradually shatter, the black phantom swayed, trembling unsteadily as if the radio waves were being disturbed. "Go to sleep." Gently lifted the child's head and placed it on the on his own knee.

"Maybe you'd like it?"

As the words fell, the restless lines that made up the black shadow changed and reorganized, gradually outlining a familiar appearance.

The dark brown hair swayed gently, and slowly fell on the white bandage on the man's cheek.A pair of iris-colored eyes contained indifferent calmness, and the corners of his mouth curved just right, "Although I'm just programmed, if it can make you feel a little happy, it would be great." Wearing a fake skin , someone spit out lingering words softly.

The unfocused pupils reflected a familiar figure, and the child's pale pink lips were weakly agitated like dehydrated fish, but he did not spit out any words for a long time.

In the pure white space, two figures, one big and one small, cling to each other, being swallowed by the turbulent dark water, and sinking to the depths.

—Whose memory did he get.

"I used the book...a sneak peek into the future possibilities of this world..."

"As long as books exist, the war over books will not stop..."

"This is the only world where he... is still writing novels. I can't let him be destroyed."

"So please, please take the book to another world."

"This is my last request...you are my last wish."

The hoarse and distorted sound, as if played by an old tape recorder, echoed in Tsushima's mind over and over again, and disappeared.

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"Well, freezing to death seems to be a very interesting way to commit suicide." The slender fingers pointed to the pages of the book, and then flipped through "Connect the wires behind the back, and pass a momentary high-voltage current..." Leaning against the wall, the boy He muttered to himself with relish.

The light gray hair swayed back and forth with the warm spring breeze, and a black shadow was cast under the bangs.

"Haha——" Stretched, raised the back of his fair hand and rubbed his eyelids, the gray-haired boy glanced at the public standing clock standing beside him, "It's four o'clock in the afternoon."

Turning around slowly, the red scarf swayed in a rippling arc, swaying back and forth with the pace of the owner of the body.Maintaining a soft smile, Tsushima looked around the scene back and forth, "Is it Ikebukuro...?" Although it's not Yokohama, it doesn't matter.

"Sure enough, it's still a bit different..." After a pause, he shrugged his shoulders as a matter of course, "Well, it's not the same world after all, it must be different..."

different world?

There was a faint glint in the black eyes, which overflowed from the pupils bewilderedly.

"Although it's time for dinner, I'm not hungry at all."

Passing by the shops lined up on both sides of the commercial street, Tsushima felt a little surprised. He stroked his stomach, "I won't be hungry or tired." He stroked his chest, feeling the slow and weak pressure under his palm which was completely different from that of ordinary people. Heartbeat "Like a monster."

"Well, I'm dead after all." He jumped up the steps by the side of the road lightly, stood on tiptoe, stretched his arms, like a wobbly funny duck, controlling the balance of his body.

After a while, he stopped, put his hands behind his back, stood at the top of the stairs, and looked down at the scenery below the stage with a blank expression, "This city seems to be unstable."

Squinting one eye, raising both hands, the gray-haired boy stretched out his thumb and index finger, like a window, moving back and forth to view the scene.

"But before that... I want to eat ramen." Looking at the sign of a ramen shop not far away, Tsushima narrowed his eyes like a sly fox. "Ah, hot pot seems to be good too." As if he was really thinking about what to have for dinner tonight.Seriously nodded his head.

But all of this... just to make myself more human.

——It’s so boring.

The author has something to say: #The following is a private setting! #

The purpose of Osamu Dazai is to allow Tsushima to take the "book" into another world, fundamentally preventing the book from being used by others.

Osamu Dazai bet on whether his own death would give birth to a supernatural body, and he succeeded.

A book controls a corresponding world, so it is safe to put the book in another parallel world.

Moreover, the book must be used to travel through the world, and the book is already in Tsushima's hands, so even if there is a new supernatural body in the future, there is nothing to do.

It is impossible for human beings to travel to another world, but Tsushima is not a human being, and he still has a nullified special supernatural power, so he has the possibility of crossing the barriers of the world.

However, only humans can use books, but Tsushima, who was born from a human body, also has human characteristics.

With feelings, good and evil, personality, and most importantly, the desire to survive, Tsushima can be regarded as half a human being.

The gap between life and death is - to seek life in death.

The first time Tsushima committed suicide, he had no desire to survive, so he failed.

The second suicide has a strong idea of ​​not wanting to die, so it successfully resonates with the book.

The prerequisite for crossing the world is to give up one's qualification to live in this world, which is death.

Tsushima will never be able to return to his original world in the future, and can only wander in other worlds like a ghost.

So Tsushima also said to Zhong: "If I disappear, don't look for me."

That was farewell to Chuya.

But although I can’t go back, there is still a link between the book and the original world. Tsushima can use the "book" to see what happened in the original world (let me see what Zhong is doing, is there a bald jpg)

Dementia originally wanted to stay - even if the world is destroyed, it has nothing to do with me, I don't care if I live or die.

But after feeling Nakaya's pure affection for himself and Dazai Osamu's expectations, he changed his mind.

"It's better for Chuuya to live well."

As for why Tsushima cannot rewrite the future with books, it is because all the content Tsushima wrote in the book will be invalidated.

In other words, anyone can use the book, but Tsushima is not eligible.

(if Osamu Dazai I guess this is also the reason, or there is some reason why Osamu Dazai cannot use books in the world)

Dementia is now considered a thought body, although it has a physical body.

It will not die or grow old, and it can change its shape.

Except that the collapse of the original world will cause dementia to disappear, he can be regarded as eternal life.

The two met only once in their life, at the moment of the birth of dementia and the death of Dazai.

They are the sun and the moon, never to meet.

The dementia is also slowly relieved, but relief does not mean not caring.

But what can I do? If it’s gone, it’s gone.

Even if I meet the Dazai of the parallel world...that is not his Dazai anymore.

He is very clear.

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The if line is over!The liver explosion is over.

Next is the world of drama.