[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

dark sea

——I used to be like a little bubble suspended in the sea.Drift with the current and be sucked into strange worlds by the churning waves.

I'm longing for something.

What am I afraid of.

It seems that a long time ago, there was a person who gave me courage.

So I opened my eyes and saw such a beautiful yet filthy world.

Then shed, lonely tears.

I am here, here.

Because I know how to miss, I will cry for it.

He didn't find the person he wanted to see, sighed, Tsushima raised the corner of his mouth bitterly.

Not particularly disappointed, the boy just sat silently on the bench in the park, observing his body.

The finger lightly touched the fallen leaves on the ground. Although the fingertips passed through the leaves, the leaves shook in a slight arc strangely.

When there was no wind, Tsushima tested a few more times and came to a conclusion.

Although it seems to be "rejected" by this world, there is still a weak connection like a spider's silk.

Well, after all, this is the place where I was born in the first place, even if this world is unwilling to accept me, I still have legitimate reasons to enter.

Stepping on the sandy ground with his feet, looking at the few small grains of sand that were barely visible, the gray-haired boy shrugged helplessly.

——But this connection almost didn’t come.

After all, no one cares about a leaf swaying quietly in the absence of wind, or a barely visible grain of sand jumping up for no reason.

I will not be seen by anyone, a long-dead undead.

It is impossible for a dead person to reappear in the world...I understand.

Thinking of this, the hands placed on both sides of the body moved unconsciously, lost in confusion, Tsushima shrank back.

Suddenly...not really wanting to see him again.

Probably because this one-sided encounter will only make myself more painful.

Because he didn't have to worry about being hit by vehicles and pedestrians, the gray-haired boy walked aimlessly on the busy street to pass the time.

Now that I am in this state, I almost understand what caused it.

Touching her upper chest with her fingers, her black eyes darkened.

Even if the "book" is in another time and space, its connection with the original world still exists - it will still function as the support of the original world and maintain its operation.

"Connection" is like a wire, which is biphasic. The world affects the book, and the book also affects the world. My current state is probably because I followed this "wire" and let the spirit briefly appear in the source world. Alright.

It probably won't stay for a long time. After all, this reverse conduction is only temporary and should be cut off soon.

"..." Looking at the cloudless blue sky, Tsushima stretched his body.

A peaceful and serene world...so beautiful.Is this the world "he" wants to protect?

Thinking about it this way, the lacrimal glands that had already dried up had a slight sour feeling for some reason.

"Mr. Ranpo?" Looking at the black-haired man who suddenly stopped licking and looked in a certain direction in confusion, Ryunosuke Akutagawa raised his head while reading a book and asked a question.

"Did you see something you want, do you need to go down and buy it?"

"..." He didn't speak, just took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on. His green eyes were watching intently under the lenses, and even the melted ice cream in his hand fell on his fingers, without interrupting Edogawa's attention. Random thoughts.

"What are you looking at?" Following the line of sight of the other party, there seemed to be nothing worth noting over there, just a normal flow of people.

"Strange, what is that... Could it be a supernatural power, no..." He muttered to himself, with his other free hand resting on his chin, the man fell into distressed thinking " What the hell is that..." Stepping forward quickly, he walked in the direction of an "unknown existence".

Noticing the figure approaching him against the flow of people, the boy stopped and tilted his head.

A strange hand passed through his body.

Tsushima hesitated for a while, and still tentatively covered his illusory palm on the other's outstretched fingers.

"...you know me?" Eyes widened, brows frowned in disorder, a ridiculous conjecture emerged in his mind "Could it be, you are...!" There was a cold touch on his lips , as if there was a breeze blowing.

Squinting his eyes slightly, those dark black eyes calmly stared at the excited person in front of him, Tsushima slowly put himself on the other's lips, and moved away the index finger that prevented him from speaking.

Moving his fingertips, the boy's fingertips traced back and forth on the opponent's cheeks, writing words.

"Doesn't exist, world"

"Forget, I, soon, leave."

"...Did something happen?" Looking at the person who had stood there for a long time, hesitating for a moment, the black-haired young man asked tentatively, "Ranbu...Mr.?"

"It's nothing, Akutagawa, let's go." Throwing the completely melted ice cream in the trash can, with a tired face, Edogawa twitched the corners of his mouth with difficulty and smiled.

Just a little sad.

——I am saddened by this peaceful world that can only function normally because of the sacrifice of others.

Feeling the slightly chilled skin, he breathed out, Tsushima hugged his arms, bent his waist, and looked down at his gradually transparent legs thoughtfully.

...Are you going back?

Pain and longing have been entangled in the brain for a long time, inseparable, making the boy close his eyes uneasily.

...Before I leave, I still want to see him.

Just take a look at it from a distance, just one look, so that you are satisfied.

Get off the car back to Ganghei, straighten his collar, stretch out his legs, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also gets out of the car.

He patted his wrinkled coat because he was pressed by the chair, turned around, and the man walked steadily towards the entrance of the Ganghei Building.

"Idiot hat--!"

"Huh?" His eyelids twitched subconsciously, and he was attracted by the familiar call that made people gnash his teeth. Nakahara Nakata turned his head angrily, "The guy from the detective agency wants to come..." The originally cold expression appeared There was a slight movement, showing a bit of anger.

"Hurry up—idiot! 200 meters in the direction of seven o'clock!" Comparing his hand to a bowl shape and clasping it to his mouth, Edogawa Ranpo elongated his final sound like a child, making a lot of noise.

Although it was a bit strange, he still moved his gaze to the direction the other party said - what caught his eye was a clean port with no people and nothing in it.

"Hurry up! It's too late, Mr. Idiot Hat." Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to say "If you don't want to regret—" accidentally choked by the sea breeze, the black-haired man in the detective suit coughed a few times.

regret......?

Stimulated by this word, before thinking about why the other party said these words, the body unconsciously rushed towards the direction pointed by the other party in a panic.

Although I didn't feel anything, I didn't hear anything.However, the closer you get to that place, the more clearly your instinct tells you.

——Where it seems, there is something.

"...Don't come here."

Looking at the gradually enlarged black figure in sight, transparent beads poured out of the eye sockets uncontrollably and rolled down, before they fell to the ground, they dissipated in the air.

"It just makes me sadder."

Even so, the gray-haired boy raised his bandage-wrapped hands, stretched his arms, and made a gesture of hugging.The corners of his lips twitched stiffly, Tsushima struggled to make a bitter smile like crying.

The running figure of the man passed through the phantom.

And that boy finally embraced the sunshine—in the warmth, he turned into glowing white text, blurred and melted, like a little mermaid turned into bubbles, and disappeared into this world without sound.

The author has something to say: Why does Tsushima's spirit return to the if world?

Subconsciously, Tsushima wants to go back.

So unconsciously used the power of "book" in sleep.

Because Tsushima gave up his right to exist in the if world, he will never be able to return to that world.

Even if you go back, you can only wander like a ghost, unable to touch the world, if you are separated by a thin film, you cannot stay for a long time.

But it was noticed by Careful Random Step.

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In fact, Tsushima can also fall into a deep sleep in the book and escape from reality.

However, if I fall into a deep sleep, the "book" will become unowned, which can be used by anyone, and I will not be able to protect the book.

Therefore, the leader Zai made Tsushima and the book a symbiosis in order to let the other party guard the book, because the current state of the book is-unless Tsushima's permission, no one can use the "book".

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Regarding the name, Tsushima named himself Tsushima.

Very casual, after all, his original name wasn't Tsushima--a disqualification in the world.

But I introduced myself as "Disqualification in the World" because I was afraid that countless people would check the water meter, so Tsushima said his name was Tsushima.

Since it wasn't his real name, Tsushima named it casually.

I actually wanted to name the dementia Ye Zang, but the original dementia was much worse than the present, and the current dementia is much happier than the original "Ye Zang", so it is not called Ye Zang.

So I named Dementia Tsushima instead of Yezo.

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Originally thought that fgo would have more voices, but I didn't expect it to be Wenlian.

I feel that the protagonist in the novel is smarter than me. It’s so difficult. Every time I wonder if Tsushima is stupid.

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I feel that my writing of Zhidou is a messy jpg.