[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

shadow in the mirror

——It would be nice if I died.

I have always thought so.

But when the real opportunity to die was presented to me, I hesitated.

why?

"Huh?" Noticing the hesitant footsteps of the person behind him, the boy stopped and turned his head, "What's wrong?"

Seeing Tsushima hesitating, he seemed to understand something, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised "Are you... scared?" He directly pointed out the concerns in the other party's heart.

"...I'm so bad."

Wanting to put on a relaxed look, but in the end he couldn't put on a smile, Tsushima sighed, "Obviously I kept saying I wanted to disappear...but I'm shrinking back." He lowered his eyes and watched helplessly. on his toes.

"It's nothing?" Blinking his eyes, after listening to the other party's answer, he spit out leisurely words, "After all, you still like this world."

"Because there is something you are nostalgic for, that's why you're afraid." The voice paused for a moment, "In my opinion, people who want to die don't really want to die, but they are always longing for the love of others~" Looking at him and himself With similar black eyes, Shadow shrugged his shoulders.

"But you are destined not to get it—even if you get it, it is only a short-term possession, and then you will lose it forever."

The gloomy voice melted in the dark alley, and the moths flapping their wings in the distance fluttered silently around the crooked pull lights, looking a little lonely. "... After all, human life is limited."

"I think it's better for you to end like this." Without saying anything, he turned around silently, ignoring Tsushima's reaction, "Shadow" raised his foot.

"Then what do you want to do?" Subconsciously he raised his hand to touch his chest, feeling the slow beating heart under his palm, Tsushima questioned in a low voice.

Answered the other party's question, "Ah, this, don't worry, I have a little clue~" The end of the jump was elongated, and I hummed a small pleasant breath with my nose, "That's..."

A certain hand quietly protruded from the darkness, approaching an unsuspecting person from an angle invisible to others.

"Huh?" A force coming from behind made Tsushima lose his center of gravity.

Turning his eyes, what flashed past was someone with a malicious smile, and - "darkness" falling from the sky.

Before the brain could react, because of the sense of crisis, the body moved instinctively, and rushed forward, but it was still a step late.

With a loud bang and the dull noise of metal scraping against the ground, the atmosphere returned to silence.Only the dust raised by the collision was still floating in the air, slowly settling.

Because it is a remote industrial area, some big movements did not attract anyone - like a ripple on the windless water, and then returned to calm, only a faint moonlight fell on the ground, cold And bleak.

"Well, the response is quite fast."

Like a curious baby, he held his chin with both hands, squatted in front of the ruins of steel bars and cargo boxes, squinted one eye that leaked out, and tilted his head, "Obviously it will save a lot of pain if you don't avoid it. I'm going to do it again." The innocent words were wrapped in thick malice.

Although the tone of pity was used, there was no trace of warmth in the boy's eyes.

Watching the lower body being pressed under the heavy object, the pale face, and the patient biting his lower lip, "Shadow" frowned in distress, "Hey, Fyodor, what should we do now." It was originally Thinking about making him lose consciousness directly, but this situation is a bit tricky now.

As the leisurely words fell, a black figure walked out from a certain corner, "Just do it the way you want." He raised his hand and stroked the other person's hair, "I believe in you."

Is it like this, relying on "death" to make oneself lose consciousness for a short time, and then forcefully take away the "book" during the weak time of repairing the body and dispersing strength?

Squinting his eyes, Tsushima met the black-haired man's teasing purple pupils—they were full of tenderness that didn't belong to him.

As if being stung, he hurriedly looked away and lowered his head in panic.

Due to excessive blood loss, the brain gradually became dizzy.Chaotic thoughts mingled in his mind like a mess, making the gray-haired boy's temples swell a little.

Want to give up?

There's no point in sticking with it anyway.

Because of the flow of blood, tinnitus gradually appeared—as if countless mosquitoes were flying around the ears, and trivial noises were jumping on the eardrums.

His legs were squeezed, causing pain that could not be ignored, which made Tsushima a little annoyed.

Like an unknown priest, hallucinations appeared in the gradually blurred vision—countless fuzzy shadows surrounded the boy, opened their red tongues, and spat out malicious and piercing ridicule, giving people a sense of terror.

His hands slowly curled up and clenched into fists.Fingertips slid across the gravel-covered icy ground, reflecting the entangled mood of the owner of the body.

"..."

Consciousness gradually fell, and finally, I couldn't feel anything.

"This is really not good."

Tsk-tsk, the sand-colored windbreaker raised a corner following the man's sideways movement, Dazai Osamu looked at the empty street behind him, "Looks like he voluntarily left with the other party." That's why there was no sound, even he didn't notice .

Worry frowned, and let out a long breath, "Hey, hey——now that it's your blessing, important people on our side are missing." The kite-colored eyes showed condemnation unabashedly.

"Ah, this..." Shrinking his neck in embarrassment, Masaomi Kida opened his mouth wide, but regretted not saying anything.

"... Zhengchen?" A suspicious voice disturbed the dull atmosphere, and with a mobile phone in one hand, the strange black-haired young man asked, "How are you doing? Did you gain anything?"

"Ah, Teijin...sorry." Seeing his familiar partner, the young man scratched the back of his head decadently, and froze for a while, "I don't have any clue.

"It doesn't matter, there will be a way, Anri will be fine." Watching the other party's uneasy appearance, Teijin raised the corners of his lips and showed a comforting smile, "Why don't you go and ask... Celty Miss."

Pointing his finger on the screen, he seemed a little hesitant, but the boy called Teijin finally started typing the message.

"Let's go, Atsushi." He called softly, patted the shoulder of his anxious member, Dazai restrained his frivolous expression, and started to get serious.

"...to find some disobedient child."

"Tch...it stinks, why did you locate it here." Cursingly, he jumped off the trash can, avoiding the scattered rotten peels on the ground, and the man tugged at the coat that had slipped off his body. .

Walking out of the dark alley, he frowned and looked around.

A dark coat and a black shirt were neatly worn on the ocher-haired man—although the appearance looked a little petite, it was inexplicably indescribable.

The calm and coercive aura is particularly conspicuous in the surging crowd, like a high-ranking hunter entering a flock of ordinary and weak sheep, standing out from the crowd and out of place.

Noticing the appearance of the strange man, a few cautious prying eyes swept across the shadows.

"Is this Ikebukuro... It seems that there are still so many bugs in another place." He raised his arm, held the top hat with his gloved hand, pressed down the brim of the hat, and quickened his pace.

"...!" Suddenly, as if sensing something, the man's originally calm face was filled with surprise, and his pupils shrank suddenly, "Wait, that guy can't be..."

Choking on his own saliva, he coughed a few times, "Idiot...don't do such a stupid thing." There were a few tremors in the deep voice that could not be noticed.

The dark red light quickly appeared, and then entwined around the whole body - the black figure lowered its body slightly like a cheetah, like an arrow leaving the string, and the bundled hair hanging from the back of the head fluttered with the movement of the whole body agitation.

Under the suspicious eyes of passers-by - "Central Plains Chuya" rushed towards a certain direction.

The author has something to say: That's right, a hot guy is here.

It's the man you're thinking of.

Afterwards, I will slowly explain how the leader came to this world. In fact, there is an ambush pen in front (x)