[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"There are four people."

Twisting his fingers, Tsushima muttered to himself: "Mr. Ango has brought a gun, don't take it out yet."

The movement stopped, and the man's shoulders that were about to move flinched. He hesitated for a few seconds, and a bit of struggle flashed in his eyes—but finally heeded the advice and lowered his arms.

So trust me.

Lowering his head, at an angle that no one could see, the faint smile that Tsushima had always maintained suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Why do you trust me so much, Mr. Ango.

The inexplicable irritability was like tiny bubbles in the water, gurgling out of his heart.

Ah, I suddenly feel a little hard to breathe.

Not only because of this extremely heavy trust in oneself, but also because of the powerlessness of not being able to perfectly bear the kindness of responding to the other party.

Because of being expected, trusted, and relied on, I become more vulnerable and fearful.

--I can not do it.

- I must do it.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his head again, and Tsushima returned to his usual soft expression.

The black eyes swept across the hidden positions of the enemies one by one, revealing a provocative smile.

"Tsk, have you been found?" Hoarse cursed with a little impatience, breaking the silent air.

Along with the voice, four middle-aged men with strong stature appeared. Black masks blocked half of their faces, only a pair of unkind eyes leaked out.

Moving their wrists and necks, the leader turned his gaze to Ango Sakaguchi, showing a scrutinizing gaze, "Ah...you are the lackey of the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

A thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead, he braces his restless and weak legs, swallows his saliva, Ango Sakaguchi lifts his jaw firmly, and meets the enemy's gaze.

...What's going on, it stands to reason that the personnel responsible for protecting oneself should have appeared at this time, why hasn't it appeared yet.

Did something happen?

He sneered, as if he was amused by something funny, "Hey, do you mean you are smart or..."

The triumphant and joyful voice suddenly stopped, and the middle-aged man suddenly widened his eyes.

"Are you... Osamu Dazai?" The voice tremblingly melted into the air mixed with a trace of fear, and the fear spread to the faces of the other three enemies beside him like a virus.

"...Alas." Breathing out lightly, moving his eyes, Tsushima looked at the person standing next to him and made eye contact: "I'm being treated as Dazai again."

Being able to mistake myself for Osamu Dazai is probably because he simply knows "Osamu Dazai" instead of understanding Osamu Dazai.

Give the other party a look "...!" "Anything is fine, can you think of a way!" Ango Sakaguchi blinked.

"......Hmm." "What can I do, should I pretend to be Dazai Osamu to scare them?"

Dazed for a moment, then frowned, Yasugo Sakaguchi nodded "..." "Maybe it's possible."

"..." Now it was Tsushima's turn to be speechless.

Who is the "Osamu Dazai" in this world? It's not easy to be reduced to terrorists/molecules are afraid of seeing it. Could it be that he is a policeman?

Thinking back to Ango secretly looking through some information about the port mafia yesterday, I saw many familiar names and characters—but I couldn’t find any information about Osamu Dazai.

Perhaps the Osamu Dazai of this world is not the mafia, well, who knows.

"...But I don't know him, how do I know what he looks like." Replied with lip language, Tsushima frowned and sighed.

Understanding the opponent's difficulty "...tsk." Aware of this problem, Ango Sakaguchi fell into distress.

Could it be that there is really no other way, but... to rely on rescue.

Seeing the black-haired man's almost unbearable expression, stumbling into despair, and blinking, Tsushima scratched the back of his head.

Forget it, treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Slowly closed eyes opened again.

The originally gentle black pupils seem to have lost their camouflage at this time, and they have fallen into the darkness, lifeless.

——What kind of cloudy eyes are those?

There is no joy, no sadness, like an empty box, giving up hope, only empty and dead, sticky numbness and darkness.

The withered and empty gaze swept around, and just met the gaze, and in a trance, there was a terrible feeling of suffocation as if being stared at by a predator.

Obviously the expression is vivid, but he can't feel a trace of vitality from the person in front of him, just like...an exquisite humanoid doll.

Only the slightly heaving chest of the young man said silently - I am "human".

Even though the gray-haired boy in front of him didn't look strong, for some reason, he still couldn't make people feel rebellious.

——It was a kind of evil blooming gloomyly in the darkness, bathed in countless blood.

"Didn't you disappear...and how could you be with the Supernatural Secret Service..." Clenching the wooden warehouse in his hand, the man stammered, instinctively taking a few steps back.

"What do you think~" Tilting his head, the gray hair scraped across the tip of his nose following the movement of the owner of the body, casting a shadow on his face.

The innocent look is mixed with the heavy sense of depression that lingers around the boy, creating a weird and naive sense of cruelty.

"Are you going to kill me?" The corners of the lips rose, and the frivolous voice melted erratically, with a trace of temptation and expectation. "I don't mind, if you can do it."

"......Ha ha."

Panting heavily, the middle-aged man's originally straight body gradually bent "Damn it..." Suppressing his anxiety, he raised his arms, and aimed at the leisurely gray-haired boy with his dark wooden cang.

"Do you want to shoot?" Wei Wei lowered his head, "But you have to think it through."

"Can you afford to kill me?"

"Snapped--"

The two voices merged together.

"what."

Raising his hand, he touched his scratched forehead, and looking at the strands of hair that fell on the ground, Tsushima sighed, "...It's a pity that you hesitated."

He didn't care about the wound on his head that was bleeding continuously, "it was almost done." Spreading his hands, Tsushima seemed to really feel sorry for the other party, and there was a bit of loss in his words.

"You...what did you do." Unable to control it anymore, the man who was pushed to the limit by the pressure growled, "Tell me...please...please don't want......"

"You know that, don't you?" He chuckled lightly, and those black hole-like, opaque eyes overflowed with an emotion called sneering.

"Don't you hurry up and take a look? Maybe it's too late now."

The red scarf was loosely wrapped around the boy's shoulders, and it was raised in the air with the breeze blowing past.

Reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, it resembled the color of dried blood.

——The whining sound of the wind was like crying.

"Just walked away like this...?" The black-haired man gasped as if he lacked oxygen as he relaxed his body in fear.

Cautiously raised his head, Ango Sakaguchi looked at the young man standing there, thinking about something from the corner of his eye, "Tsushima-kun, you..."

The impressive appearance of the other party just now appeared in his mind again, and Ango couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Yo, I didn't expect it to be really useful." Tsushima sighed excitedly, poking his cheek with his finger.

Originally, I expected to rely on myself to attract attention, and then let Mr. Ango take the opportunity to escape-after all, Ango is different from myself, Mr. Ango is really dead when he dies.

But in the end it turned into this result, which is really surprising.

Hmm, interesting.

I'm a little curious about what kind of person "Osamu Dazai" is in this world.

Judging from the reaction of that group of people in Gang Ang...they are probably very serious and ruthless people, right?

"..." The fearful mood that was originally there was shocked by the boy's virtue, and it dissipated instantly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Ango turned his head away.

"Am I pretending to be like you, Ango-san~"

"..." After a long silence, Ango Sakaguchi did not answer.

It's better to say that it looks like too much.

——In his memory, although Osamu Dazai was a bit scary sometimes, he couldn't be so gloomy and frightening!What kind of "Dazai Osamu" did this learn! !

Looking at the other party's hesitant expression, Tsushima suddenly understood, "It doesn't look like..."

Probably the difference in parallel worlds.

Touching his chin, he nodded, "But let's talk about it after the matter is settled~" Sticking out his tongue and elongating his tone, Tsushima stretched lazily.

With the whirring sound of the car's engine, several gray cars slowly stopped on the side of the road—they were vehicles belonging to the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

"...It's up to you, let's go."

Giving up on making complaints, the black-haired man rubbed his face, calmed down his emotions, and then walked towards the support team that had arrived late, striding away from this place with not so good memories without looking back.

The author has something to say: the one who studies dementia is the leader Zai (after all, he only understands this version of Dazai).

Ango: Dazai's smell is too strong, too strong.jpg.