[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

I had a dream.

The crow stood on the top of a withered tree and uttered an incomprehensible call to me, noticed my gaze, flapped its wings, and flew away with a "quack".

I didn't realize the presence of "something" until the air returned to silence.

He flowed out of my body—black and viscous, a slightly quivering liquid block that seemed to be alive dripped onto the ground, converging into a strange and unstable shape.

Tick, tick.

The clear sound of water came from behind me, and a strong sense of discomfort poured out of my chest. I took a deep breath and turned my head mechanically.

——You see, my "shadow".

That, "Keechi" laughed at me with a smile, a "monster" that was born from the body, exactly like me.

"Where's Tsushima-kun?" Looking at the subordinates who came to report to work, Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion.

"Eh..." He frowned in confusion, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, probably thinking about how to say it more appropriately, "Master Tsushima, I haven't been here for a few days, so I will report the work instead. …”

"Really." Not too surprised, the black-haired man picked up the paperwork submitted by the other party on the table and looked at it. "Although I knew about it, I didn't expect that child to really go on strike."

"Well, I'm probably angry because of what happened before..."

"Stupid Rintaro, I would be angry too~" The blond girl tapped the opponent's back with her small fist, "It's disgusting to be concealed!" Alice looked at the smiling person with disgust. .

"Hey hey~ I see, how can I get Tsushima-kun to forgive me...Then, the annual cake card?"

"But if you do this, Tsushima-kun will probably be even more angry because I treat him like a child." He smiled wryly, and put his palm on his cheek in distress, his purple eyes drooping.

"Om - hum -"

The slender and bony hands stretched out from the bed, groped the bedside table, and picked up the vibrating mobile phone.

"Hmm..." His closed eyes opened a crack, and he glanced sleepily at the phone screen.

Unknown number...?

After a careful glance, he recalled the list of numbers recorded in his mind—I have no impression, it should be for personal use.

"Hello." After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally connected. "What's the matter?" A lazy voice with a slightly nasal sound escaped from his mouth.

"Ah, is it Tsushima-kun?"

"What does the detective agency want me for? If it's about Hong Kong gangsters, I can't help. I'm on vacation now." Although it's just a unilateral strike.

"No, I just wanted to find you this time." Sensing that the other party wanted to hang up the phone, Kunikida Doppo hastily interrupted the other party, "Tsushima-kun, where are you now?"

"..." Why did I tell you that we are very familiar with each other.

The other free hand inserted into the hair that was a little messy due to the tumbling sleep, and scratched.

Tsushima finally replied, "At the hotel, what's the matter." He yawned and wiped the physiological tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips. "To make a long story short, I don't have much patience."

"Has Mr. Tianjin Island been in the hotel these past few days?"

"Well, sleep in your room."

"Ah?" He choked on the other party's cold answer, and thought strangely for a second. "Ahem, it's like this. The commission we received is related to Tsushima-kun."

"...?" Blinking, Tsushima frowned, "There are many things related to me, which one are you talking about?"

Killing, setting fire, black eating, doing everything by myself.You said it was related to me, but for a while, I really didn't know what you were talking about.

"Let me do it~" A vague and frivolous voice sounded faintly, followed by bursts of noisy collisions, "Hey, are you still sleeping?" A voice with a hint of a smile came out of the microphone.

"Now I'm sober." I was arguing with you.

Turning over from the bed and sitting up, dragging his slippers, the teenager walked slowly into the bathroom, tilted his head, clamped the phone between his ears and shoulders, and began to squeeze toothpaste.

"That's right, we met someone "exactly" like you here. "

"Huh? Where's Queen Lennon?" Because her mouth was full of foam, she couldn't speak clearly.

"He led people to attack Nakahashi Kaihe...then..." Osamu Dazai briefly described the cause and effect of the incident "So he was noticed by the Ability Division, so he entrusted the detective agency to investigate .” That day An Wu came looking for him with a flustered face, it was really funny.

"I didn't do these things." He spit out the water in his mouth, grabbed a towel and wiped his face.

"That's not really 'you'. After a while, Dazai said in a low voice, "But that's you again." "Changing from the funny and relaxed tone before, the man's voice now has a bit of seriousness and seriousness.

"..." After a while of silence, Tsushima's originally stretched brows gradually frowned, "What's going on." A strange uneasiness rose from his heart, and the boy hurriedly asked.

"This is indeed my style." Flipping through the documents and photos, the gray-haired boy leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed, "but it's too high-profile, and he didn't care about the aftermath at all, as if he deliberately let people find out. With his index finger on his jaw, Tsushima picked up one of the pages and took a closer look.

"Wait, here..." He observed something keenly, and his originally calm face was slightly embarrassed.

...Is the interval frequency of the track of this bullet mark a code I made up myself?

Impossible, except for what I know, how could there be a second person who would use this kind of...

Did someone supernaturally copy my memory?

But I am a nullified supernatural body, it is impossible to... No, I can't say that, there is too little information.

"Oh, did you find out?" The black-haired man lying on the table raised his head and opened his green eyes. "...What does that mean?"

"The shadow of the monster." Because of the force, the nails dug into the flesh, and the skin of the knuckles turned slightly white, "Is that so..."

Inexplicably, Tsushima recalled that frightening dream before.

my shadow.

His eyes were empty, and for a long while, dark emotions flashed across his dark eyes, with strong disgust and irritability, "So that's it, then his next move... Forget it, I probably know." There is a bit of guesswork.

"After all, this is my shadow."

"Fyodor~" With light steps, he ran up behind the man sitting in front of the computer, and raised a pair of white hands to cover someone's eyes. "Guess who I am?"

"Tsushima-san, what's the matter?"

"Guess right~" Narrowing his eyes contentedly, like a cat with its paws tucked away, the gray-haired boy stretched his tail, and let out a joyful voice stained with honey from his lips that moved up and down, "You gave it to me!" I've got everything done."

"Well, you did well." The corner of his mouth curled up, and the man put his hand on the other's hair and rubbed it, "Good boy."

"Will you stay with me all the time?"

"In exchange, I will always love you."

"This is really irresistible." The obsidian-like round pupils gleamed, "Play games with me~" He took out the game console from his pocket with great interest, and shook it a few times in front of his chest.

Tilting his head, the young man's soft hair slipped from behind his ears, sticking softly to his temples.The bandage covered the right eye and wrapped the forehead, and the white gauze extended to the back of the head, covered by the scattered hair, which made the young man reveal a delicate sense of fragility.

Warm breath exhaled from his mouth and nose, and he burrowed into the other person's embrace like a child, sniffing at the other person's scent with peace of mind.

Then leaning against the man with a smile, the boy called "Tsushima" began to press the game buttons skillfully and quickly.

The author has something to say: I originally thought about keeping it a secret, but after thinking about it for a long time, I decided to forget it.

False Tsushima is actually a product of the influence of the white mist.

Although the book protected Tsushima before, in fact Tsushima was still affected, causing Tsushima's consciousness and power to be stripped and eroded, and then a "shadow" was produced.

But after all, it is still a shadow. Fake Tsushima will disappear one day, it is only a matter of time(?)

Fake Tsushima is the complete opposite of dementia, a selfish, greedy guy, completely self-centered, very lacking in empathy, and extremely hedonistic.

Of course, Tosi would also tolerate this fake Tsushima. Although he was also using the other party, in return he also repaid Tsushima well and made the fake Tsushima happy.

At present, Tsushima and Fake Tsushima both know the existence of each other, and then they dislike each other, and they are gearing up to fight (no)

According to my imagination, "White Mist" may just "reverse" the thinking of the supernatural power, so the supernatural power will attack and kill the owner.

If you think about it this way, the reason why Tuo Si's supernatural ability does not attack the master may be because Sin and Punishment hates the master very much, so after being reversed by Bai Wu, he became good friends with the master.

(Of course, the above is purely my guesswork. If you are slapped in the face in the future, it will be regarded as my private setting.)

About entering the v problem.

I applied for all the comprehensive essays that I qualified to review for v, maybe seven or eight times before and after, but I didn’t pass, the editor didn’t like me, my head was quite bald, and my readers were all Witnessed my arduous journey of reviewing v (.)

Someone will definitely ask me what the readership is. I have said it in the previous chapters. If you are interested, you can look for it. I won’t say much here.

I specifically asked my friend in Jinjiang who writes fanfic, he helped me to read it, and said that it might be because the subject matter is not good.

Jinjiang now accepts all routine articles, and accepts whatever articles are popular for a while. At present, it seems that sweet pet articles are easier to enter.

Then I looked at my Hidden Knife in the Dark, even the sand carving inscriptions with glass slag, and I fell silent.

After all, brainless sweet pets...I personally don’t like writing very much. Although I can’t write well, I still like to write dramas or articles with swords. After all, it’s best to have both swords and sugar (x)

So if I don't join v, I will write according to my mood.

After all, when entering v, you must put readers first, and keep frequent updates.But if you don’t join v, you have to put me first. After all, I don’t want to do anything, I just want to be happy. Column collection or article collection can make me very happy.

I don’t get paid much and it makes me unhappy. Why should I write articles? I’ve been starving to death jpg for all the years I’ve been generating electricity for love.

So just wait for the update with hope.

You can urge the article rationally (but you can comment under whichever article you want to urge, don’t go to the pit reminder I’m updating, it’s a bit depressing my enthusiasm) Yes, I’m a glass heart)

It’s okay to be irritable and remind you, I don’t owe you anything (I was a little numb when I was urged by a few uncles a few days ago).

Okay, I'll write it if you pay me, Modo Modo, I'll write it for you alone, only for you, as long as you have enough money.

What?No money?

If you don’t have money, wait and add it to your collection, maybe it will be updated someday, don’t worry.

You scold, you scold again, scold me again next month to update (grumpy jpg)

I feel like I'm going to lose fans after I finish talking, but I still want to say (?)