[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

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——If you don’t have expectations, you won’t be disappointed.

I don't know when it started, my body started to have emotions of its own.

Whenever they are alone in the dead of night, they start to make noise.

The eyeballs rolled nervously, as if yearning for something, trying to find something.My stomach also began to wriggle and restless, my nerves felt cramps, and my anxiety crawled up my ears like ants, biting my eardrum softly.The blood was running through the veins, started whimpering, and then gradually became hot, making me feel a little irritable.

But the loudest thing was my heart—he was like a child, sobbing one after another, and then whimpering, continuously, like the embarrassing cry of some wild animal cub.

It was noisy and it made me feel very ashamed.

"Don't cry." I said viciously.

But when I heard my scolding, I seemed to feel scared, and my heart cried even louder.

That voice was too harsh and harsh, like the weird cry of some monster, it was so sad for a long time that it was hard for me to ignore it.

I was almost suffocated by his torture, so I silently picked up the dagger, aimed at my chest, and prepared to stab it.

However, the moment I mustered up the courage to stab, the world suddenly became quiet.

My heart he is no longer noisy.

Silently, alone, he stopped beating.

Put your arms over your eyes and stay still.After an unknown amount of time, the vibrating sound of the mobile phone placed next to the pillow broke the silent air.

His fingertips slid across the screen, "...Hello." The boy's voice was slightly hoarse due to the long silence.

"Mr. Tsushima, about today..." A peaceful voice came from the receiver, explaining slowly.

"I see." He propped up his body with his left hand and sat up silently from the bed.Curled into a ball, the gray hair hangs down, and the shadows cover the beautiful eyes, making it difficult to see the emotions inside.

A tired voice said "I'm so tired." After being in a daze for a long time, as if waking up from a dream, Tsushima's puppet-like expression gradually became lively.

——How should I live?

I don't know, and I can't figure it out.

——The meaning of my life, why it makes me feel pain.

I don't understand, obviously I should be satisfied with this.

——Then what do I want?

That kind of thing is obviously impossible to get forever, and it can't be touched again.

It doesn't matter, just give up thinking.

Don't think about anything, don't worry about anything.

"..." Seemingly aware of something, the black eyes raised up and looked in a certain direction keenly.

Noticing the opponent's movements, the black-clothed subordinate on one side looked suspiciously in the direction of the boy's line of sight, but found nothing. "Master Tsushima, may I ask..." After hesitating for a moment, the subordinate still asked thoughtfully.

"It's nothing." After looking at it for tens of seconds, he turned his head back, and Tsushima lowered his eyes, "Let's go." The cold voice that could not be heard melted into the windy air.

"Then...these..." Tsushima tilted his head and glanced at the prisoners standing in a row in the corner with their hands raised in surrender.

"...Just kill them." They are all useless and incompetent people.

"Yes."

Although it doesn't look big on the outside, everyone did not despise this young cadre, but quickly carried out the instructions given.

After all last week....

Thinking back to the boy's indifferent handling of his "disloyal" subordinates—that smiling face, with a playful look in his eyes as if he was watching a monkey struggling...that was too frightening.

——That boy is a monster.

This was everyone's inner thoughts after getting along with this newly promoted cadre for a while.

Human beings, or this world, are just his toys, and he seems to be just a carefree child, smiling and playing with "life" as he pleases.

"Make me feel happy again, make me feel more, more..."

Such viscous desire poured out from those dark eyes that were surging with darkness.

"—I only feel alive when I kill people." Said the gray-haired boy.

"—I only feel alive when I save people." The brown-haired man said softly.

Why did he go the opposite way with the "he" in this world?

This is a question that Tsushima often spends time thinking about when he is bored.

Why did I get real feelings from the incident I hated the most.

Staring blankly at his palm, Tsushima stared at his round eyes in confusion.

I obviously... don't want this.

But why, the me in the mirror is smiling.

I am so disgusting.

"Hello, Tsushima." Pushing open the door, looking at the young man looking at the document thoughtfully, the brown-haired man coughed, "Do you have time at night?"

"What's the matter." Rubbing the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, like a lazy cat, Tsushima put down the paper book in his hand, raised his hands above his head, and stretched.

The hand in black gloves pressed the hat, "Would you like to have a dinner after get off work, as we all have time." A deep voice came out of his mouth.

In fact, I really like this kind of gathering, but it's just that Hong Kong and gangster affairs are a bit busy during this time, and I really don't have time to spare.

However, after the incident at the Eagle Breeding Club ended, he finally had some leisure recently.

"...Hmm." Without showing any emotion, the boy blinked his eyes, "I will go." If it was "you"'s invitation.

No more talking, Tsushima picked up the unfinished document and continued reading.

Out of curiosity, he quietly took a look at something that the young man cared so much about. "...the death of a person with supernatural powers?" Nakahara Chuya said to himself.

"Is it new information?" There is a sense of déjà vu, but I can't remember it.

"Well, it should be a different ability..." After reading all the information, Tsushima sorted the papers, put them in a bag and sealed them. "It feels... a bit strange."

"Ah?" Not quite understanding what the other party was referring to, Chuya snorted.

"..." The gray-haired boy pondered for a moment, "No, I'm probably overthinking." Although he appeared relaxed on the surface, there was still a lot of suspicion in his heart.

...It's better to investigate it later, I always feel a little unspeakable uneasiness.

Probably because of the need to stay awake for work and not drinking with open belly for a long time, someone drank more this time than before.

"I'll just say, why—hiccup."

Shaking the wine glass in his hand, he burped drunkenly, "And the damn mackerel, don't let me see you!" From the corner of his eyes, he saw the gray-haired boy sitting by the bar drinking ice water and looking at his phone. The man took a deep breath. In one breath, he roared viciously.

"No, Mr. Tsushima, please don't take it to heart..." Under the embarrassing gaze of Guangjin Liulang, the boy didn't respond, just blinked, jumped off the higher seat, and sat silently. Go to the corner and continue to look at the phone screen.

"Bastard, mackerel—you, why did you run so far, did you want to... hiccup, what are you doing!" Frowning, shaking his head, Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth.

The surrounding subordinates were in a tangle, not knowing what to say "..." Mr. Nakahara, you are making things difficult for Mr. Tsushima.

"Hey, there's no more wine." Probably his attention was drawn back by the empty wine glass in his hand, and he no longer looked at Tsushima. "Is there any more wine?"

"Mr. Zhongyuan, you have already drank a lot, please think about your own body." Secretly estimating the amount of alcohol, sweating, the subordinate in black quietly leaned forward to block the half bottle of red wine on the table that was not finished yet.

Enough is enough, if Mr. Zhongyuan continues to drink, I am afraid that he will start to destroy...

There was a thin layer of water in the blue eyes, a little distracted, but he still saw the bottle of red wine that was covered just now.The body subconsciously wants to use the supernatural power, but there is a cold and soft touch on the back of the neck—whose hand is that?

"Why is my alien..." paused, gritted his teeth and turned his head angrily, "Is Dazai your..."

"Chuya changed the perfume today."

"Ah, oh..." I did use a new product recommended to me by the shopping guide, and this time I was finally discovered.

"Also change the gloves, they are more delicate than the previous ones."

He nodded triumphantly.Well, indeed, I really like this style very much, I didn't expect this kid to have good taste.

Looking at the red-haired man who was fluttering and dizzy after being boasted by the young man in a few words, the bystanders breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected of Mr. Tsushima—a young talent.

"Then I'll send Master Zhongyuan home, Master Tsushima can..."

"No, I'll just go back by myself." Interrupting Guangjin's words, his lips opened and closed, and Tsushima replied: "I will probably hang out for a while."

"I understand... Please pay attention..." Because of the other party's modest appearance, Guangjin Liulang subconsciously wanted to say what he asked.But belatedly, he remembered the real cadre in front of him, and swallowed the words back to his stomach.

"Aren't you coming out?" After everyone dispersed and walked away, the gray-haired boy who stood still for a long time narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, you seem to be very sensitive to eyes." With a chuckle, "I didn't expect to be discovered by you this time." A white figure walked out from the shadow of the alley.

Facing the pair of amethyst-clear pupils in front of him, Tsushima frowned, "...it's you." He sighed boredly, showing a sullen look, really not interested.

The... Fyodor of this world.

The author has something to say: the end of the semester, very busy.

The closest relationship is more, please take a leave of absence.