[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"Don't you have a place to live?"

"No."

Seeing the gray-haired boy nimbly tapping his fingers on the video game machine, and frowning, Ango Sakaguchi suggested tentatively, "You can live with me for a while." He paused to prevent the other party from misunderstanding, and hurriedly explained: "... ...so that we can investigate together."

"Oh." Looking at the huge jumping "K*O" logo on the screen, Tsushima clapped his hands, and then counted the number of game coins in his pocket.

What caught my eye was the other party's indifferent look. For some reason, the black-haired man's forehead popped up with blue veins, "You... be a little more serious."

"Is Mr. Anwu a kidnapper?" Blinking his eyes, pretending to be innocent, his moist pupils like ink quietly watched the person beside him. "If not, then what am I worried about?"

"..." He choked, Anwu turned his head away in embarrassment, "Then... get in the car."

"Let's play for a while." Poorly hanging his head, tossing the coin in his hand, the young man whispered, "And I haven't played the daily dungeon today..."

"You've been playing all morning." Looking at the persona of a teenager with a serious Internet addiction, "If you can't do it, you can't, let's go." A serious voice growled from his throat, and Ango Sakaguchi paused word by word. .

"Hi——" sighed, put his hands in his pockets, followed the man listlessly, and Tsushima obediently got into the car.

Looking at the changing scenery outside the car window, he opened his mouth and let out a breath on the cold car window. His slender and white fingers slid on the white mist, drawing a star. "Where are you going next?" It was like asking casually.

"Yokohama." Looking at Tsushima, who was doing nothing in the back seat of the car through the front-view mirror, someone's quiet voice sounded in the small space.

"......what?"

Comprehending the other party's words belatedly, his brain froze for a moment, and Tsushima's figure suddenly froze.

"Is there any problem?" Noticing the boy's sluggish eyes, Ango Sakaguchi narrowed his eyes sharply as if he sensed something was wrong.

"No... nothing."

Sensitively seeing the sneaky little movements of the gray-haired boy, the man frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Wondering if I could jump out of the car."

Finally, he growled unbearably, and the back of his hand grasping the steering wheel popped out with blue veins, "... just sit down for me!" Fortunately, I locked the doors in advance.

"You are not allowed to pick the lock either!" Seeing the movement of the other party raising his hand, Ango Sakaguchi understood the meaning of the child's actions almost subconsciously.

"..." Tsushima fell silent.

Ango, it's so fierce.

Obviously, the "theory of degeneration" is easy to talk about.

Sighing, I calmed down, and realized that the gaffe just now "...are you in trouble in Yokohama?" Maybe the other party also has difficulties, and I am so irritable, isn't it a bit...

"No, the feng shui of that place is not very good, I don't really want to go~" The frivolous voice melted into the air, irritating someone's precarious rationality.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I just ran a red light."

Blinking innocently, "Mr. Ango, please drive well, it will be bad if there is an accident." Tsushima seemed to suggest very sincerely: "...well, anyway, I don't mind, Mr. Ango depends on his mood Come on, drive faster and I won't be afraid." Anyway, I won't die, at most it will hurt a little, but Mr. Ango is a normal person.

Taking a deep breath again, Ango Sakaguchi suppressed the irritability in his heart.

... Is Tsushima really not a relative or brother of Dazai Osamu?

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"Ah chirp!" The man who had raised his coffee to sip suddenly sneezed, and the dark brown drink splashed out of the cup and stained his hands.

"Mr... Mr. Dazai?" The white-haired young man at the side turned his head in confusion, with a trace of worry in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Atsushi. Well, someone must be talking about me." Waving his hand, the man called Osamu Dazai continued to drink the warm coffee.

"Naming...?" Atsushi Nakajima tilted his head as if he didn't quite understand why he said that.

"I don't know who it is, because there are too many people who will miss me~" Shrugged, Osamu Dazai said helplessly.

"Yes, is that so, ahaha." It turns out that Mr. Dazai has many enemies...

Not knowing where to complain, Atsushi Nakajima said inwardly.

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Opening the car door and lifting the briefcase on the co-pilot, tall and short figures walked side by side on the street without a word.

From the corner of his eye, he secretly looked at the person beside him who hadn't said a word since getting off the car, the black-haired man frowned.

The originally playful and relaxed expression had already disappeared without a trace on the young man's fair face, leaving only the slightly indifferent eyes and the corners of the mouth flattened into a straight line.

Tsushima-kun...doesn't seem to be in a good mood?

Reminiscent of what the other party said in the car before, Ango Sakaguchi guessed that there might indeed be something unspeakable.

Just like what Ango Sakaguchi thought, Tsushima's mood is indeed very bad now, it's better to say...to the extreme.

Once again set foot on this familiar but unfamiliar land, no matter how much you try to avoid it deliberately, the memories of the past are like bubbles in cola, gurgling out continuously.

The sour and tingling emotions swelling in the chest cavity were like thorns, and also like thick ropes with barbs, tightening the heart little by little, sinking into the flesh and blood.The blood also seemed to become bitter and hot, flowing along the blood vessels, making the fragile mind even more painful.

"Mr. Ango." The boy moved his mouth back and forth weakly like a fish out of water, mustered up his courage, and with a trembling voice, matched with the sound of the wind, "Osamu Dazai, is he still alive?"

"...Do you know Osamu Dazai?" The man murmured with a strange sideways glance at Tsushima.

"Because someone recognized me as Osamu Dazai. "After a long while, Tsushima raised the corners of his mouth, and said calmly: "So I'm a little curious, do I resemble Dazai Osamu? "Someone's slightly trembling fingertips were hidden under the loose sleeves.

"...It's not like." Although the two of you are quite similar in the degree of annoyance, "That guy is still alive and kicking, but I suggest that you better give up the idea of ​​contacting him." I don't know what I recalled , Ango Sakaguchi was a little irritable.

"Hi, hi~" was answered, and the boy stopped making a sound.

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"I didn't give you the computer for you to play games."

An extremely cold voice escaped word by word from clenched teeth.

"It'll be over soon, give me another 5 minutes." Flying slender fingers danced back and forth on the keyboard, and gorgeous special effects and damage judgments were displayed on the computer screen.

"Well, the hidden pet has been revealed." The mouse clicked the dice randomly, and seeing the "99" points cast, Tsushima closed the game contentedly. "Okay, Mr. Ango, what did you just say?" Turning around, tilting his head, the gray-haired boy narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"... Tsk." He said it silently a few times in his heart to calm down, and was too lazy to worry about it. The man turned around and sat down, picked up the spare laptop that was set aside, and inserted the USB flash drive.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow quietly moving towards him, "What's the matter?"

"What's Ango doing~" Tsushima asked softly, holding his chin.

"Collating the information." Originally, he didn't want to answer, but thinking that the other party was also his assistant for this mission, Ango finally answered Tsushima, "These are the suspect's information and records."

The eyes under the glasses were serious.

——Karl West, the supernatural ability "multiple possessions", as the literal meaning, can separate one's spirit from the **** and transfer it to other people.

If you want to contact the possessed state, unless the owner of the supernatural power voluntarily leaves or reaches the time limit for possessing, there is only one way left—that is to kill the possessed person.It is for this reason that Ango Sakaguchi approached Tsushima, who has the ability to nullify aliens.

"Possession..." Pointing his finger at his chin, Tsushima fell into thinking "What are the conditions for possession."

"Contact, and the possessed person has a good impression of the possessed person."

"time?"

"The maximum time the spirit can be separated from the body should be seven days."

"What about his original body?"

"It has... been smuggled abroad."

"That's it..." He pondered for a moment, "That is to say... to catch West's spirit before he escapes abroad."

"Yes." So now we must hurry up and exclude the possessing candidates who have been in contact with Karl.However, due to the particularity of this mission, very few people were aware of the matter and allowed to participate in the investigation, so the work efficiency was extremely low.

If it weren't for the urgent need to disable the supernatural powers as a last resort, I probably wouldn't die as a living horse doctor and seek Jin Dao's help.

"Do you have any information about West himself?" The young man's cold voice sounded softly, "For example, about his expenses and bills, his previous living address, subordinates, hobbies...the more detailed the better."

Eyes wide open, Ango Sakaguchi felt a little surprised when he saw the serious boy in front of him who looked like a completely different temperament from just now, "...I sent it to that computer." I will transfer the information to you."

Although he was a little worried, his inexplicable intuition made Ango Sakaguchi let go of his vigilance and chose to cooperate.

In the small study room, there are only one big and one small figures typing keyboard and mouse, "Give me the surveillance on No. [-] Road, China Street these days from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm." Not a small study.

"I have intercepted the images of the suspects in the surveillance, and pulled out their information." The voice paused, "Let's investigate the actions of the owner of Shigeo Jewelry Store, Fukuda Ippei, by the way, and this... "After finishing his instructions, Tsushima concentrated his attention and continued to focus on the investigation.

Time passed unknowingly, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened, and finally turned into a deep night.

Not knowing what to say, he sighed silently, and Ango Sakaguchi glanced at the clock on the wall, the hands were shining brightly at three o'clock in the morning.

Can today's children be so capable?

Rao is already used to working overtime, and after such a long period of high-intensity mental work, he can't hold on anymore.

In fact, I was going to take a rest for a while, but seeing Tsushima working so hard, I was embarrassed to rest with a face.

It doesn't matter if I don't rest, but I feel a little sorry for my colleagues and subordinates who are on the other side of the network cable and forced to work overtime together with me to collect information.

Suppressing the drowsiness and pulling himself together, the man continued the investigation in his hand.

Although it felt very painful, I have to say that with such efficient arrangements and assistance from Tsushima, the collection and sorting of information was several days faster than I thought.

When the first ray of sunlight fell in the morning, looking at the printed materials in his hand, the black-haired man murmured incredulously: "...It's over."

Finally unable to support his body, Ango Sakaguchi collapsed on the sofa with two deep dark circles under his eyes.

"Ah." Tsushima Yoyo, who was drinking at the side, turned and glanced at the sofa, "Shouldn't you go to sleep on the bed?"

"...?" Ango stared at the gray-haired boy who was full of energy and showed no sign of fatigue.

Probably because the other party's strange eyes were too obvious, Tsushima explained thoughtfully: "I'm just good at staying up late."

...What a strange talent these are.

Resisting the urge to curse, for some reason, a feeling of "envy" emerged in someone's heart.

The author has something to say: Tsushima: In fact, I can never go to sleep (with a persecuted smile).

Ango: Sour jpg.

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As soon as Ango was persecuted, the whole scene became lively.

Even the style of writing is not lost, full of joy (?)