[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

impermanence

—Ah, please don’t let the light fall on me again.

"Are you all right, Tsushima-san...?"

"It's okay, give me the information." Squeezing the space between his eyebrows, the boy refilled the pen with no water. "There are also the casualties of Hong Kong gangsters in the past few days."

He took a sip of the tin can of coffee his colleague gave him, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, "Okay, hand this in." Organized the written documents and put them aside.

"With Tsushima-kun joining, I feel that the efficiency of the whole department is much higher." Unknowingly, this little boy has become one of the backbones of the Intelligence Department. Subconsciously, I asked Tsushima for his opinion.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Tsushima...don't you want to move to Hong Kong and Hei for a while?" The woman who was sorting out the materials raised her head and said hesitantly, "After all... this is an extraordinary period, It is easy to encounter danger when you are alone outside." Retaliation by hostile organizations or something.

Yawning, the gray-haired boy raised his hands above his head and stretched his waist, "It's okay." He couldn't die anyway.

"Haha." He laughed a few times dryly, misinterpreting these words as the boy's absolute confidence in his own strength, the woman didn't say anything else, and continued to put her head down and devote herself to her work seriously.

"Hello, Mr. Nakahara."

"Ah, oh." Noticing the sound at the door, the brown-haired man recovered from his thoughts, subconsciously trying to hide the burning cigarette in his hand.

"It's okay, I don't mind." Putting the task book in his hand on the desk, Tsushima lowered his eyes.

"Ahem." Putting the half-smoked cigarette butt down into the ashtray, Zhongyuan Zhong also scratched the back of his head, "Thank you for your hard work."

Noticing the back of the other party leaving, suddenly, I remembered something, "Speaking of which, the one on your neck is..."

On a mission together that day, when Tsushima was changing out of his dirty clothes, he accidentally found the choker under the red scarf of the other party.

Raising his hand to touch the collar around his neck, Chuya frowned.

It feels very similar to my own, is it an illusion?

There was a long silence "..." A deep voice broke the silence "...a gift from a friend a long time ago."

"If Mr. Zhongyuan minds, I can put it away."

"Ah, it's okay." I was taken aback for a moment, and waved my hands hastily.

Well, it's probably just a collision of colors, after all, the styles of these things are similar.

"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first." Maintaining a faint smile, the gray-haired boy nodded his head and exited the room.

"..." Frowning, for a long time, the man with black gloves pressed the paperwork sent by the boy, and the man sighed.

This guy has completely lost his sad and sad appearance before.

Did he feel relieved... or did he hide the pain deeply.

"Will Eagle Feeder let you go..." Before he finished speaking, the dull sound of the wooden barn echoed in the air.

Staring indifferently at the assassin on the ground who twitched in pain, Tsushima retracted the wooden warehouse into the holster around his waist.The black eyes moved to a certain place without emotion - there was a red dot belonging to a small surveillance system, which was hard to see if you didn't look carefully.

"Want to kill me?"

"Then, come on~"

Using lip language, openly facing the camera's perspective, spit out mocking words.

He clapped his hands, brushed off the dust, and the black coat was lifted by the body owner's turning around, like the wings of a crow.

He stopped in his tracks, "A bunch of white lilies would be fine." Tsushima took out his wallet from his arms as he told the flower shop clerk who was arranging the shelves at the door.

"You told me to be more careful the day before yesterday." The boy quietly stared at the white marble tombstone without any sign of happiness or anger.

Putting the bouquet in his arms in front of the grave, looking up at the cloudless sky, Tsushima narrowed his eyes slightly.The hair on both sides of the cheeks was blown by the breeze and swayed wildly.

"...Life is really fragile."

"I think so too."

"Ah, Rashomon, good afternoon." He greeted calmly in his heart, originally wanted to use a more relaxed tone, but the slightly heavy heart made Tsushima really unable to arouse the slightest interest.

"So as long as you become stronger, you won't die."

"Then... what is strength?" The light and fluffy words spilled out of his mouth brokenly.

"If Dazai...is powerful in your eyes..." Then why did that person die in the end.

Putting his hands in his pockets and not saying the last part of his mind, Jin Dao stared blankly at the pigeons flying in the cemetery, feeling lost.

"Mr. Tsushima."

After finishing his day's work, he ate something casually in a roadside restaurant and was just about to take the elevator upstairs when the waiter at the hotel's front desk stopped the boy.

"The manuscript you deposited with me today has not been picked up." He took out the document bag from the drawer and handed it over respectfully. "Did the other party forget it? Why don't you contact me?" The gentle female voice was soothing melted in the air.

"Ah, um." Dazed for a moment, Tsushima responded by snorting.

Holding the file bag full of manuscripts under his arm, he walked into the elevator, tilted his head to hold the phone, and at the same time pressed the button for the floor with the other hand.

However, after waiting for a long time—there was no one answering the voice coming from the receiver.

As if a basin of cold water with ice cubes was poured over his head, the blood color faded from the gray-haired boy's face.

Sweat pooled from the face, along the delicate chin, and fell to the floor.

"...Ah, are you a friend of Mr. Sanei, yesterday afternoon..."

"...unknown...shooting...death..."

It was as if a sharp barb pierced into the brain, gurgling and mixing, the thinking gradually became chaotic, and even the voice in the mobile phone gradually became inaudible, only a few broken words lingered around the eardrums, hitting the boy again and again fragile nerves.

No...it's not like that.

He wanted to deny it, but his thoughts clearly began to reason over and over again.As if sensibility and rationality were separated, rationality told me it was true, but emotion still stubbornly refused to believe it.

"Ha... ah." Panting heavily, Tsushima's white fingers grabbed the skirt of the shirt and pulled it painfully.

Like a fish out of water, the originally upright body gradually bent down, and fell powerlessly on the bed, curled up together.

Gradually, I stopped thinking.

"Sorry, I have some things to do today." A dry and hoarse voice filled the dark room because the curtains were not drawn. "...Morning, can I ask for leave?"

"Is Tsushima-kun sick?"

"...No, I'll be there soon." As if exhausting all his strength to suppress the trembling voice, Tsushima said frivolously, "Sorry~"

"Ah, well, I'll help Tsushima-kun deal with it here first." The person on the other side of the phone hesitated for a while, then sighed.

"......thank you very much."

"Are you his friend?" Blinking, the police officer looked down at the teenager in front of him, "You want to see the first witness to the crime." Frowning in distress, the man shrugged his shoulders, "Well, it stands to reason that they are not relatives If you don't, you have no right to intervene..."

"But because the deceased has no relatives..." Raising his hand and flipping through the documents, the man in police uniform pondered, "45 years old, my parents divorced when I was young, and my brother and mother died 20 years ago. After so long, you He was the first person to take the initiative to contact the police station."

"I have already called the first witness for you. You can ask him for any details. Don't worry, do you want something to drink?"

Showing a soothing smile, the policeman looked at the tired gray-haired boy and sighed, "But this incident seems to involve gang fights, so the progress of the case may be..." Considering the other party's Emotions, the man didn't finish his sentence.

Sitting on the bench in the corridor, he didn't drink, but held a paper cup filled with hot water and let his eyes go blank. Tsushima idly watched the swaying tree shadows thrown into the corridor from the window.

"It's you--!?"

Lifting his head stiffly, he moved his eyes to the source of the sound, and what came into his eyes was a strange young man with a face full of surprise.

Facing those empty eyes without any emotion, the blond youth instinctively took a step back trembling because of fear.

"...It's you." After searching in the memory for a long time, he remembered the information about the human being in front of him.

It was the young man he saved from Akutagawa's hands that day.

Noticing the other party's decadent breath, the fear gradually subsided.Suddenly thinking of something, the young man raised the corner of his mouth nervously, "Ah, so it was... your friend."

"..." Motionless like a puppet, after a while, Tsushima whispered softly: "About that matter, you..."

"Why should I tell you?"

"I..." The boy's unfinished words were interrupted by a sharp voice that suddenly resounded.

"You're my enemy, I owe it to you to be in this situation, why should I tell you, huh—? It's ridiculous." Resentment and complacency overwhelmed fear, and the sarcasm continued Throat overflowed, "I didn't expect you to have such a day, you really deserve it."

"That man is really pitiful, just because he has something to do with you."

"Because I was too scared, I didn't see anything that day. That's it. I have nothing to do. I'll go first." Lifting the satchel on his shoulder, "I have to deliver the goods, excuse me."

"Huh..." Looking at the back of the other party who was fleeing and retreating quickly, Tsushima lowered his retaining hand in a daze.

The transparent beads splashed onto the cold tiles, blurring a wet water stain.

The overwhelmed emotions in my heart were finally crushed by the last straw.The string was finally tormented by the pain and lost its toughness, making a fragile and breaking sound.

In the empty corridor, there is only a lonely little shadow, in the corner, covering his eyes with his sleeves, hugging his knees, and crying silently.

The author has something to say: Only strong people can survive.

Why did that man (leader Zai) die?

-

Although it stands to reason that the young man who was let go should be grateful to Tsushima, but no one would think so.It's better to say that Tsushima, who destroyed his peaceful life, is his unforgivable enemy.

In this world where interests come first, kindness means nothing.

After the young man who was let go survived, he worked and delivered goods every day in order to survive. When delivering the courier, he found the uncle's body.

So be the first eyewitness.

-

The straw that broke the camel's back.

"all because of you"

Dementia's precarious sanity has completely collapsed.

"It's all because of me, it's all my fault."