[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"I hate you." Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and made a fake smile. "Very annoying."

"That's it..." Blinking his eyes, as if he saw something interesting, the man chuckled, and there was a hint of amusement in his purple eyes, "However, I just came here this time to see you."

"You, are you not from this world?" The low and frivolous words melted into the air.

"..."

As if he didn't hear it, the gray-haired boy simply ignored the other person's words, silently took out the hidden pistol/gun from under the jacket, and pointed the black gun/mouth at the person in front.

"I thought you'd argue."

"Since you said it, it means that you should have enough evidence." The clear voice broke the silence. "If you are here to talk about cooperation, then I refuse."

"Hmm...very straightforward." Fyodor shrugged his shoulders with a regretful tone but no disappointment on his face, "Aren't you going to shoot?"

"Killing you now will cause more trouble." Biting the word "trouble" emphatically, Tsushima stuck out the tip of his tongue in distaste, "But..." the arm moved slightly downward "Speaking of which , I don’t know what it feels like to have your legs shot/entered by bullets, do you want to experience it~” With a long ending, he spit out malicious words.

"Hey, I surrender." He raised his hands, begging for mercy, and left slowly. The moment the man's white figure was about to turn the corner, "Dazai-kun... will come too."

"..." Wen Yan frowned subconsciously, and Tsushima was stunned for a moment.

After a while, I came back to my senses—the streets that were already empty were only the fallen leaves that had been scratched by the wind, flying alone in mid-air.

Lying on the bed, Tsushima curled up into a ball.Closing his eyes lazily, he sniffed the faint scent of soap on the newly changed mattress.

"Suicides of Suicides"

Why is there a file bag with this information in the stack of papers that Mr. Sen gave himself.Reminiscent of the unknown invitation from the annoying mouse that I met in the evening...

No, there must be something else that I don't know...

The thoughts in the brain seem to catch something, but they don't catch anything.

——Lack of crucial information.

Looking at the white ceiling of the hotel, Tsushima narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, the wall lamp on the wall flickered a few times, accompanied by the sound of "hissing" sparks and tripping sounds, the originally bright room instantly fell into darkness.

power cut?wrong......

Negating the instinctive thoughts, his originally stretched brows frowned, "This is..." Tsushima realized the abnormality almost instantly.

Pulling open the curtains, through the glass, what greets the eyes is the street full of white mist and gray.

As soon as he opened the window, his body quickly felt a strong sense of discomfort "cough cough." Raising his arms, covering his mouth and nose, the gray-haired boy panted for a while, his face turned pale.

...Is it a different ability?

You can clearly feel the erosion of "fog".

It seems that it is similar to himself, and it is also an ability of "anti-different ability".

But if it's just this level, I can't control myself.

Adjust your breathing, take a deep breath, concentrate, and resist.

The dizzy brain gradually reduced the pain and rubbed his temples.After confirming that he was indeed awake, he turned and walked back to the bed. The boy took out the pistol and the spare magazine from under the pillow, and tied them to the belt on his waist.Putting on his coat hastily, Tsushima jumped directly from the second floor of the hotel.

Looking around with indifferent black eyes—looking at the disorderly vehicles parked on the street and the scattered goods on the ground, someone showed a thoughtful expression.

...Is this a space that separates people with supernatural abilities?

Grinding his thumbnail against his canine, he began to think of a plan.

Judging from the current perception, "White Mist" will separate the supernatural power from the supernatural power user, and then carry out influence manipulation...

I can clearly feel the influence of the "fog"—the inexplicable hatred, manic and gloomy desires gushing out from the bottom of my heart.

——wanted to kill "him".

...But "he" is long gone.

"Huh?" The forward steps stopped.

He heard the vague clash of swords—is there someone fighting with supernatural powers over there?

After hesitating for a few seconds, he changed his direction, and Tsushima quickened his pace and rushed towards the source of the sound.

Climbed up the cargo box, followed a sensitive vault, and then rolled to unload the force "oh duo~" to reach the destination, patted the hem of the clothes, Tsushima turned his gaze to the shocked three people.

"Ah, Akutagawa is here, so it's convenient." After clapping his hands, with three unbelievable eyes, the gray-haired boy continued on his own: "The situation of the port mafia is now... Well, even if you don’t tell me, I can probably understand.” Mr. Mori and others are probably fighting with their own supernatural powers.

"Master Tsushima..." The black sideburns, which gradually faded from white to black, swayed back and forth on both sides of his cheeks as the young man coughed, "Aren't you incapable..."

"Oh, I lied to you." Tsushima's calm voice interrupted the other party's murmur, "Here we come."

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, a sharp shadow pierced through the air, and there was a tearing sound in the air—however, the straight black shadow was forcibly changed by the continuous shooting of bullets, and the offset inserted/was in the crowd feet, submerged in the concrete floor.

Sensing the fierce killing intent behind him, he grabbed the white-haired young man who was still in a daze, and stood in front of Kyoka, Tsushima turned around flexibly.

Then, as if he had foreseen it in advance, he raised the arm holding the gun, and stuck the silver-white blade that was attacking from the top of the head with the back of the gun. "...Is it "Rashomon" and "Yasha Shirayuki" . "

Taking this opportunity, the boy took a closer look at the supernatural power separated and embodied by "White Mist", and the boy confirmed some things.

"..." The black figure that emerged from the fog suddenly stopped moving strangely when he heard someone's faint moaning, like a computer crashing, and did not move for a long time.

Tens of seconds later, as if he had come to his senses, the demon transformed by "Rashomon" suddenly shifted his hatred, and got into a fierce entanglement with the white tiger who came from nowhere.

"What's going on?" Atsushi Nakajima swallowed in shock.

"Who knows." Bending slightly, "I don't know who is stronger." Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked playfully at the two superhuman beings who were fighting.

"Don't care about this kind of thing at a time like this!" The crying voice resounded.

"This is the secret passage of the port mafia. From here, you can..." Looking at the falling red indicator light, the black-haired young man explained in a low voice.

"You, you know the information." In the quiet space of the elevator, a deep voice overflowed from his throat, "Is it Mori Ogai's order?" His dark eyes did not blink, with a suppressed majesty, Island curled his lips.

Cold sweat broke out slightly on the back, "Yes..." A dry voice came out of his mouth with difficulty. After answering this question, the pressure on his shoulders quietly disappeared.

Looking boredly at the guilty black-haired young man, Tsushima lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "Don't you be trusted... This cadre is really cheap."

"Tsushima-kun..." Sensing the complicated emotions surrounding the other party, Atsushi Nakajima scratched the back of his head with his fingers, "Are you okay?"

"Who knows." Raising his head again, the boy had adjusted his expression and stopped talking.

The elevator door opened slowly, just when everyone was about to go out, "I can help you solve "Yasha Shirayuki" and "Moonbeast". "

"Huh? Tsushima-kun, can you do something?" Turning sideways in amazement, Tun's eyes widened, and the purple-gold pupils shone brightly.

"Yeah." He snorted softly, "I probably already guessed what's going on."

"After I finish solving the supernatural ability, you all go to that "place" immediately. "

"Also... don't be surprised what happens after that." The soothing voice contained a bit of a sigh.

Staring at his palm, Tsushima sighed, quietly repaired the wound on the skin of his arm, and then silently removed the layers of bandages wrapped around his hand.

"I, the reality that I want to escape from all the time."

"—About, the reality that I am a monster."

The author has something to say: Mori Ogai is afraid of Tsushima’s current state of mind. If he knows too much, it will be difficult to destroy the world by messing with Fei Jia, so he especially urges Tsushima-kun not to know too much.

Although Tsushima understood Mori Ogai's thoughts, he was still a little sad.