[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"It's this boy." Pulling the tie around his neck, the man in police uniform glanced at the paperwork in his hand, and then glanced at the boy sitting on the sofa holding hot water.

"Very brave." With a chuckle, the man's eyes showed some appreciation.

"Really, in fact, it was just a hot brain at that time..." Sipping the hot water in the mug, wrapped in a blanket, the gray-haired boy smiled shyly, his black eyes flickered under the light Warm halo.

Unexpectedly, the efficiency of the police investigation is much faster than I imagined.

He had only walked along the mountain road for less than half an hour before he was spotted by a police car catching up along the way.

If you refuse the police's kindness and show hesitation and resistance, it will be more suspicious, so you have to take a police car.

Well, take one step at a time.Although I am in this world... I can be regarded as a black household.

"Your name is...?" The young policeman who was taking notes at the side raised his head and spit out doubts.

The brain quickly thought for a moment and finalized its idea."Tsushima" whispered softly from thin lips.

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the room was pushed open, and another policeman came in, walked to the desk, leaned over and put down the documents.

The man who was making the record glanced roughly, and murmured in a low voice that he could hear: "The one who is on the run...has he fallen off the cliff?"

"Just now the forensic doctor came back with the test results, it should be a car accident caused by an overdose of heroin and hallucinations."

"That's it." Coughed a few times, and continued flipping through the documents on the bottom. "It's Shuji Tsushima... ah." Turning his eyes to the young man not far away, he looked at the photo of the document in his hand, Contrasted back and forth "Is it dyed hair?"

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, "Well, after all, this color is very popular now." Tsushima nodded obediently, pursed his lips, showing a slightly shy look.

However, completely different from the relaxed face on the surface, the young man's mood gradually became heavy.

What's going on, could it be... Does "Tsushima" exist in this world?

"Ah, my daughter seems to like dyeing her hair very much."

Glancing at the age, the police officer raised his chin, "22 years old, but you look very young."

Hearing the man's doubts, the gray-haired boy seemed to be deeply shocked, showing a depressed look, and said in a low voice: "Really, people often say that... I wish I could be more mature."

"Haha, I remember it's called...Babyface, right? Well, there's nothing I can do about it." The first impression of this young boy was not bad, the police officer raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, doing With a hearty smile, "Okay, I just asked someone to contact your family, don't worry."

"...?" Resisting the confusion that was about to rise on his face, Tsushima slowly put a question mark in his heart, and interrupted the man's words hastily, "...ah, Don't bother, I'll just go back by myself."

"Huh? Really..."

Picking up the umbrella given to him by the police station, Tsushima hurriedly submerged in the rain that lasted for a long time.

After all, if you don't leave, you will be found out.

Although I was just a newcomer to this world, I didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

...However, I am not sure if the "Tsushima" of this world will cause me bad trouble.

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The man's writing was interrupted by the vibration in his pocket. He raised his white gloved hand and pinched the phone in his pocket. His purple eyes were fixed on the number on the screen.

This number starts with...is it for the police?And it was his own personal phone.Although he was somewhat puzzled, the man still pressed the answer button, "Hi, hello, may I ask..."

"You said Tsushima-kun is at the police station now?" Mori Ogai tilted his head with a strange expression for a moment.

Shuji Tsushima... This is one of Dazai-kun's false identities when he was still working in Hong Kong.

Is this some prank Dazai-kun did on a whim...?However, based on his current disgust towards himself, it seemed unlikely.

Hearing the short explanation on the phone, I understood the cause and effect, "Is that so, where is Tsushima-kun now?"

"Ikebukuro?" Received an unexpected answer, Mori Ogai's eyes widened slightly, and he continued to ask: "...Ah, you mean Tsushima-kun has left just now."

After hanging up the phone, raised the tip of his index finger, and tapped the table back and forth, the black-haired man was lost in thought.

If Osamu Dazai has been staying in Yokohama... then who is "Shuji Tsushima" who appeared in Ikebukuro?

Things seem to be getting interesting, so let's investigate a little bit.

The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a thoughtful smile.

As the weather gradually cleared up, I wiped off fingerprints and marks on the umbrella in my hand, and then threw it neatly into the trash can.With his hands raised above his head, facing the sun, Tsushima stretched lazily.

Yawning, looking for a hidden and suitable place to rest, the gray-haired boy turned around and walked towards the street corner where there were few people.

Avoiding the rush of the crowd, leaning against the wall, slowly moving forward.

In an instant, he passed a certain figure, and inexplicable palpitations surged through his limbs, and his body stiffened for a moment—it was a strange feeling.

He quickly turned his head to look at the source of his uneasiness like an electric shock, and what caught his eyes was a girl who turned back just like himself.

It is not quite accurate to say that she is a girl. Under the tight black tights is a plump body, and the raised cat ears on the helmet add a bit of cuteness to this sexy attire.

Seemingly noticing Tsushima's gaze, the unknown woman waved her hand embarrassingly, then turned and left hastily.

...The other party seems to be busy with something.

Blinking his eyes, watching the black figure leave and disappear, the boy turned his head back.

Is the "person" just now really a human being?

Well, it seems that there are inhuman beings in this world.

The mind that was thinking wildly was attracted by the fleeing crowd ahead, and Tsushima raised his eyebrows.

Although rationality tells me that I should turn around and walk away, following the flow of people.

But the cat-like curiosity made the young man eager to try. Among the people fleeing quickly, a figure upstream was abrupt and conspicuous.

Because it's fun—looking forward to something out of the ordinary, to entertain myself a little bit.

Shaking his head, his black eyes were full of excitement.

He took a shortcut, and just as his body walked out of the alley, a high-speed object pierced through the air from the corner of his vision, galloping towards his head.Twisting his body lightly, feeling the air passing by the tip of his nose, Tsushima followed the sound and looked behind him.

It was a guiding sign deeply embedded in the ground.

The steel pipe covered with white paint has been slightly bent and broken due to the huge force, exposing the metallic color inside.

After looking at it blankly for a while, I sighed without emotion, "...Wow."

——With such power, is it someone with supernatural abilities?

"It's not a supernatural power~ Xiaojing is not a supernatural power user." Tsushima's thoughts were interrupted by a rippling voice, "Speaking of which, you actually came to Ikebukuro."

Looking in the direction of the voice, he met a pair of scarlet eyes.

Facing the boy's gaze, the black-haired man's originally teasing gaze suddenly turned into surprise, and quickly returned to normal after a few seconds. There was a flash of cunning.

"Well, although I still want to chat with you, but the current situation doesn't allow~"

"Lin-ye-old-brother-yo-!"

The two voices merged together.

"Oh, oh, Xiao Jing is really rude." The man called Lin Ye shrugged helplessly, sticking out the tip of his tongue.

In the next second, a vending machine flew from the sky, and slammed viciously in the direction of the black-haired man at a speed that ordinary people could not observe.

"..." Pushing away the vending machine pressing on his body, Tsushima stood up from the ground and patted his dusty pants and clothes.

Even if he could react to the speed of the attack just now, his body would not have time to dodge it.

——After all, I am a real war scum.

Scanning the potholes on the ground that were smashed by the vending machines, Tsushima sighed.

With this kind of impact, ordinary people should have been seriously injured and hospitalized long ago.

But the current body is just a virtual carrier temporarily created by the "book", even if it is damaged, it can be repaired by moving the little finger.

Like a monster.

Although, it really hurts to get hurt.

...Really, the more I don't want to know this fact, but fate is like a joke, revealing the reality that I hate to myself over and over again.

"Ah, I'm sorry." The blond man with a cigarette came running out of breath, guiltily asking the unhappy boy, "Is there any injury?"

The mood was extremely bad "..." As if he didn't hear the other party's words, Tsushima ignored the anxious person next to him, and walked back along the original road by himself.

"Hey, are you okay? Damn it, it's all because of that flea..." Holding the gray-haired boy's shoulder angrily, the man said quickly, "Hey, I'll take you to the hospital."

"..." His brows were slightly frowned, and he turned his head impatiently, "Do I look like I've been injured somewhere?" Looking through the other party's sunglasses, Tsushima raised his hand and touched his forehead, Sure enough, he saw little blood stains on his fingertips.

Probably it was accidentally scratched by something just now, but the wound has been repaired, and there is no serious problem.

"You don't need to go to the hospital." He wanted to shake off the blond man's hand on his shoulder, but unexpectedly found that the man's strength to restrain him was surprisingly strong. "...Ah." Looking at the man's stubborn eyes, Tsushima Inexplicably felt a little bad.

Tsk... Sure enough, it's better to stay away from such things in the future.

The author has something to say: camouflage and poker face are much better than Tsushima.

However, unhappiness still shows up occasionally.

Are you more honest than before?

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Although Tsushima and Osamu Dazai look very similar, as long as you look into his eyes, you can clearly distinguish the difference between the two, and sometimes you don't even think of Osamu Dazai at all.

Although the eyes of the demented are full of darkness, they yearn for light and desire to live.

He understands the value of life better than anyone else, and he yearns for life more than anyone else.

Yet he has lost his life.

"Life is life because it has the right to die"

"As for me who lost the right to die, I no longer have such a thing as life."

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For weak and soft creatures, Tsushima actually has a strong sympathy, and if he can, he will take the initiative to help each other (although this does not mean that he is a white lotus)

——Probably under the influence of someone.

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I don’t update this article because I am writing other articles. I have a lot of pitfalls, and I don’t regularly drop updates. I mainly write articles based on my mood. I am a passionate writer.

When there is no update, please wait with hope.

Live a few more years to see the end (what)

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