[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

A few swaying lights from the car cast in from the window, reflected on the wall and moved slowly.After the moving vehicle left, the quiet room returned to darkness.

Only a small red flame flickered and burned slowly in the darkness.

The smell of tobacco diffused in the air, and the slender and bony fingers clamped the cigarette and slowly pushed it into the mouth.

"Ahem..." Not long after he started to learn to smoke, he probably wasn't used to the stimulation of the smoke, his eyes were flushed, and the young man covered his mouth and coughed continuously, but he tried to hold on, and didn't get rid of the smog contained in his lungs. Smoke spits out.

He took a few puffs repeatedly like masochism, and finally got used to it, Tsushima didn't cough anymore.Exhaling lightly, white smoke spilled from the mouth and melted into the air.

The soothing sensation of nicotine slightly paralyzes the brain, leading to a slightly dizzy feeling.

Shaking his head, he raised his hand to throw the burnt cigarette butt into the ashtray, opened the cigarette case, held a new cigarette in his lips, and silently pressed the button of the lighter with his fingertips.

The plan is about to succeed.

Immediately, the eagle feeding society will completely collapse under his own control.

But, why... can't feel a trace of happiness.

The heavy tiredness and confusion in the eyes gradually melted away, sank into the black pupils, disappeared, and merged with the flesh and blood.

There is no sense of pleasure that the great revenge has been avenged, but what comes with it is more and more oppression in the chest cavity.

——No...I don't want this!

The sensibility struggled and roared in the body, as if trying its best to refute something.

But what are you denying?

Unable to answer.

"But what else can I do besides this?"

Sorrow, endless sorrow, flooded the boy's mouth and nose like a flood, bringing stinging loneliness and cold.

But if I don't take revenge, what else can I do.

How can I alleviate my pain—?

No matter which side, it is endless pain to myself.

With white fingers, he tightly grasped the skirt of the shirt, bent down, and the gray-haired boy breathed rapidly, as if he was enduring something.

Finally unable to maintain his rationality and gave up thinking, Tsushima curled up silently, lying on the sofa, hugging the pillow, and buried his face like an ostrich.

it's all my fault.

I am sorry.

Me who can't do anything, bad me, so despicable.

A pair of strange mother and son came to the detective agency.

The man who hurried over to receive him temporarily pushed his glasses and said soothingly, "Girl, please calm down. If there is any difficulty...the detective agency will definitely help you."

After receiving the hot water from the tea-haired young man beside her, the black-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief, her pale face from fear seemed to ease, and her complexion improved, "I... I am Huashima Rinko, this is my Son, Sawaru Hanashima."

"This time we came here to...ask the detective agency to protect us." Standing up abruptly from the sofa, the woman pretended to kneel down, "Please, please... "

He grabbed the opponent's shoulder and hastily stopped the woman named Linzi from kneeling down. Kunikida Doppo said with shame, "Please calm down, the detective agency will not leave troubled civilians alone."

Soothed by the other party's words, Lin Zi took a deep breath, sat back on the sofa, and told the story.

"Because my husband is a cadre of the Mafia, was he hunted down by his enemies?" Frowning, the yellow-haired man recorded the information in his notebook, "Ms. Lin Zi is not from Yokohama, why did you suddenly remember that the Armed Detective Agency came... ..."

"Because we are being hunted down by... cadres of the Port Mafia."

"What..." Kunikida and Tanizaki were both stunned for a few seconds.

The cadres of the port mafia... if it's the gravity user or... anyway, they are not easy to deal with.

"It is said that in Yokohama, the only thing that can stand up to the port mafia is the legendary armed detective agency." She clenched her hands on her knees, and the woman lowered her head heavily, begging "I beg you."

"This..." scratched the back of his head, "Speaking of which, isn't the mafia's rule... fights don't involve wives and family members?" Isn't it true that Hong Kong gangsters are chasing and killing civilians so openly? Is the leader just let it go like this?

Recalling the few impressions of Toimori Ogai in his memory, the man was rarely entangled.

"Hey, it seems very lively—" A smiling voice abruptly inserted into the tense atmosphere, "Oh, is it a new client?"

"Ah, you're here, Dazai." Sighing, the man with yellow hair shrugged helplessly. "It's a somewhat difficult commission."

After hastily listening to the other party's brief description, "Well... it's really a bit difficult." Narrowing his eyes, he looked at the shivering woman critically, and the brown-haired man's cold words overflowed from the mouth of the brown-haired man, "But. ...Why do the cadres of the port mafia want to chase you down, I don't think you have any value worthy of their actions."

"I...my husband is...a cadre of the Falconry Association." Choking, Lin Zi stammered.

"The Eagle Breeding Society—ah, is it an organization that suddenly collapsed?" With his knuckles pressed against his chin, Osamu Dazai fell into deep thought.

Seeing that the woman was crying again, Kunikida hurriedly waved his hands, "Don't worry, ma'am, we will protect you."

Stopping sobbing, blinking her teardrop eyes, the brunette woman respectfully took out a bank card from her bag, "Here is 500 million. If we can protect our mother and child, I will continue to pay 500 million."

"Wow, that's a lot of money—well, it's true, after all, lives and lives are at stake, so maybe if you don't show some sincerity..."

"Dazai—!" Frowning interrupted someone's incomprehensible thoughts, and bowed his head, Kunikida Doppo calmly said to the woman, "I see."

"A 15-year-old boy, seems to have no supernatural powers, and his spear skills are very good." Tossing the coin in his hand, Osamu Dazai lay on the sofa, muttering to himself, silently sorting out the information in his mind.

In my memory, there is no character who can match Hong Kong and Hei. Could it be a new member?

Well, if I think about it this way, I can't think of anything. After all, I am in the past tense in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, and there must be a lot of deficiencies in intelligence.

But 15 years old... that's really young.If you don't have supernatural powers, you will probably be a cadre relying on pure brain power or work ability. You are really a young man who cannot be underestimated~

The first day was peaceful, and the woman and child stayed in the detective agency all day without incident.

Just when everyone was confused and couldn't figure out the situation - in the evening sunset, a black figure walked quietly towards a certain direction along the path by the river.

"Hey, is it Tsushima-kun?" The white-haired young man poked his head out from behind the bags in his arms and shouted in surprise, "Long time no see."

"Well, yes." The gray-haired boy paused for a moment, and slowly turned his body to the source of the sound, "You took a lot of things."

"Ahaha, it's okay, I have better physical strength, which is nothing to me." After a haha, Atsushi Nakajima belatedly realized that his current appearance was indeed a bit "miserable".

"Let me help you." Abruptly, as soon as the weight in his arms lightened, two handbags containing wave soda were transferred to the gray-haired boy's hands.

"Ah, no need, no trouble..."

"It's okay, I'm going to the detective agency too, just by the way." Interrupting the other party's words, Tsushima said softly.

Those beautiful delicate eyes seemed to be attracted by the shimmering orange fragments reflecting on the surface of the river, and they looked at them seriously without blinking.

"What are you looking at, Tsushima-kun?"

"River." A flat voice with no emotion rose up, and continued to narrate, "I'm remembering what it feels like to drown."

"...?" Not knowing how to complain, Atsushi Nakajima slowly put out a question mark.

"I'm back." Pushing open the door, Atsushi Nakajima put down the bag in his arms after wiping off his sweat.

"Where do you want to put this?" Tsushima asked, tilting his head and weighing the bag in his hand.

"This is what Mr. Ranpo wants." Raising his finger in one direction, the white-haired young man stretched his body and rubbed his sore shoulders from carrying it. "Tsushima-san, please."

Waking up startled by the small "dong" sound made by the glass hitting the table, he raised his head from his arms, the black-haired man yawned, and sucked a little bit of saliva from the corner of his mouth sleepily, "Ah, it's you."

As if aware of something, the originally stretched brows slowly frowned, and after a few seconds, Edogawa sighed in disorder.

"The person you are looking for is over there. Although I don't really want to see the fight scene, but... please don't fight in the detective agency."

"Mr. Detective's selfish wish is for you to give up... But according to your current state, you probably won't be able to listen to my words." The deep words overflowed from the throat, scratched his hair irritably, and walked in disorder Trapped in distress, racking his brains to think of the perfect solution.

"...Do you really want to go there? After all, you may be in more pain after you go."

The boy's forward steps stopped for a while, and he continued to move after a while.

With the movement of Tsushima's turn, the black clothes corners swayed in the air, and continued to move forward firmly.

The author has something to say: Tsushima's current situation: I can't feel the slightest happiness in revenge, but I can't release the resentment in my heart without revenge.

Tangled state.

After all, dementia is still somewhat resistant to destroying other people's lives.

But he couldn't control himself, and was driven by anger, and finally destroyed the Eagle Feeding Society single-handedly.

Because he didn't know what else to do besides revenge.

But he was deeply guilty and fell into the pain of self-blame.

-

Osamu Dazai saw that the mother and son seemed to be hiding something, so his attitude was not very good.

Dazai didn't think that this cadre was Tsushima—because in his eyes, although dementia is a very smart child, he is far from meeting the standard of becoming a cadre, and he will definitely not be able to pass the Mori Ogai test (but in fact he has pass).

Dementia's current ability has exceeded Dazai's expectations, well, after all, you don't know the other party well, so there must be insufficient information.