[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

Where is the rope... the rope...

Shaking his head, he searched everywhere, and secretly pried open the door of the storage room, but he didn't find the rope.Quietly closed the door to cover up the traces left by him, and walked to the square outside the house as if nothing had happened, watching the children's fights.

"Hey, Tsushima-kun, let's play house together!" The girl with the ponytail saw Tsushima coming out of the corner, and invited happily.

"Ah, then..." Looking in the direction where the other party was standing, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently saw the insulation rope wrapped around the tree on the playground.

"I'm sorry, Qing Zijiang~" Blinking his eyes, he put his fingers around his mouth, and spit out soft words like a gentleman, "I have more important things to do."

Checking the rope, he rubbed the rough grass rope with his fingertips.Although the rope is a bit rough, it is enough for suicide.

In fact, it was not that I didn't think of other suicide methods at the beginning, but I rejected them all - because it was not easy to control and control, and it was easy to really die.After all, what I pursue is only a near-death state, not real death.

Flipping with your fingertips, you took out a small piece of blade that you secretly broke off from the utility knife in the handicraft class from the cuff, and carefully cut at one end of the rope.

He pulled it hard, looked at the slightly cracked rope that he scratched, and nodded in satisfaction.Thinking of the technique in memory, Tsushima expertly tied the rope with a hanging knot.

Well, as for the location, let's choose Dean Mori's office~ so that if something happens, it can be discovered in time.Make decisions without thinking.

"Is there a gap between life and death..." Holding a black bag and muttering in his mouth, the gray-haired child walked towards his destination.Knocked on the door, pushed open the unlocked office, looked at the empty room, and walked into the room like a cat without making a sound.

——At this time, Mori Ogai should go to coax the child to take a nap.

With difficulty, he pushed the chair to the window and drew the curtains.Tsushima climbed onto the table, tiptoed to tie the rope to the rod at the top of the curtain, and tugged tentatively to make sure the knot wouldn't unravel.

Holding the rope loop with both hands, due to excessive force, the sharp burrs on the rope pierced into the child's tender palm, causing a slight pain.

The beating of the heart gradually accelerated, and the rapid vibration echoed clearly in the ears.Sweat gradually oozes from his back, dizziness floods his nerves, and a strange numbness comes from his limbs.

Is this human instinct?

Even though Osamu Dazai had obtained the feeling of suicide through Osamu Dazai's senses countless times, when he actually practiced it by himself, this unique experience still surprised Tsushima a little bit.

The body resists death, but the brain craves death.

The two thoughts tore back and forth in the mind like a seesaw, bringing unbearable anxiety and self-loathing.The black eyes trembled for a moment, and at this moment, he clearly felt that he was like a human being—fear of death.

Raising the corners of his mouth, he let out a chuckle.

Blinking his eyes, taking a deep breath and taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes again, with calm and cold empty eyes.

The flustered and nervous expression before disappeared in an instant, and what remained now was an indifferent expression.

"I'm not human." Chewing the words in his mouth, he let out a helpless sigh, stood on tiptoe, and put his chin safely on the rope.

The other hand tightened the rope so that it was not loose or tight around his neck.Having prepared everything, Tsushima lightly raised his toes and kicked over the chair.

Gravity is like a huge hand, grabbing the little child's body and pulling it down forcefully.

The air in the lungs pressed hard on the throat, a strong sense of suffocation surged into the chest cavity, and the bloody taste spread on the tip of the tongue.The fair face gradually turned red, and then slowly developed towards a bright red purple.

However, no matter how painful it was, from the perspective of an outsider, the child did not struggle, as if he was used to it, and quietly fell in front of the window like a baby on a sunny day.

It's so quiet.

Gradually, nothing can be felt.Faintly, I smelled a very familiar smell, and there was a crisp ringtone from a distant place.

Wouldn't it be nice to get a little sleep.

The thoughts in his head were quickly rejected by reason.

Stretched out his hand, with the last bit of strength left in his body, he stretched out his hand upwards, groping for something.

In a trance, he grabbed something, and with a vague feeling, he burst out with all the remaining strength in his body and pulled it down forcefully.The cut at one end of the rope was gradually torn open under the child's struggle, and under the action of strength, it broke little by little.

The sound of small footsteps coming from the corridor outside the house was particularly ear-catching in the silent atmosphere.

He knocked on the door with his knuckles, only to find that the door was only ajar. "Huh? It's not closed." The man raised his eyebrows, and put his palm on the door, "Mr. Mori, I'll go in..."

The man's words stopped abruptly after he opened the door and entered the house, seeing the scene in front of him.

"...Huh?" An unbelievable breath came out of his nose.

Before the brain could react, the body of the brown-haired man had already jumped forward.

Just before the arm was about to touch the child, as if the timing had been calculated in advance, the rope wrapped around Tsushima's neck broke.

The bend of the arm was bent by the weight that fell unexpectedly, but it still caught it firmly. "Hey, are you still alive?" A worried voice sounded in a low voice.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough, vomit...cough cough." Coughing a few times, his lungs breathed hard, Tsushima lowered his head and curled up together, calming down the violent physical reaction of his body.

"Tsk."

Scratching the back of his head, he pressed the hat on his head, "You can't think about committing suicide at a young age... Is that what your parents taught you?" Suddenly belatedly remembered that this place was an orphanage, and someone was aggressive His voice became softer for an instant, and the man said awkwardly, "No, that's not what I mean... Your parents probably don't want to see you die, do they?"

"..." Tsushima opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat hurt so badly that he couldn't speak a word.

Probably a throat injury.He closed his mouth, gave up speaking, hugged his knees, and curled up into a ball, the gray-haired child remained motionless like a puppet.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Nakaya-kun." A white figure poked in from the door, "I'm going to put the children to bed, it's a little late...huh?"

What caught my eye was the mess on the ground of the office. The black-haired man blinked, and replaced the original expression of astonishment with a standardized bright smile, "Ah, can you tell me what happened just now?" His expression gradually became stiff, looking at The rope scattered on the ground moved his eyes to the child in Zhongya's arms.

"..."

The two looked at each other speechlessly, looking at the indescribable expressions in each other's eyes, both of them roughly guessed the whole development of the matter.

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"Tsushima-kun, suicide is wrong."

"Sorry for messing up the office."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." She squeezed her brows together and sighed in distress, "Go get Mr. Zhong Yuan a glass of water, and thank you very much."

"Oh." Without any complaints, he nodded, jumped off the chair, ran to the water dispenser with his calves, took out a paper cup, and poured a glass of water.

"Ah, thank you." Samsam took the water handed over by the other party, and Nakahara sat up straight, looking at the silent child in front of him.After hesitating for a while, in order not to disappoint the child's kindness, he still raised his right hand and took a light sip.

The headache caused by the lack of oxygen just now gradually subsided, and I slowly returned to my senses.After pressing his temple, Tsushima was stunned when he realized it belatedly.

Central Plains...is it Central Plains Chuya?

"Are you Zhongya Zhongyuan?" Looking up at the other person's eyebrows, he compared it with the fragments he saw in his memory.

"Pfft——" The water that hadn't been swallowed completely spewed out from the man's mouth, turning into a small splash of water. "...What is your relationship with Osamu Dazai?" He wiped his face indiscriminately and covered it up. With an immature flustered expression, Chuya frowned and asked seriously.

"...It doesn't matter." Swallowing his dry and sore throat, a hoarse voice resounded faintly, melting into the air and dissipating. "Why are you asking this question?" Pretending to be blank, Tsushima Folding his arms, he turned around indifferently.

...Even putting on a displeased face, he was so similar to the guy in my memory.

Inexplicably, the brown-haired man retched and asked, "Mr. Mori, is this a new ghost story, or is it your... supernatural power?"

"Nakahara-kun, if Alice becomes like this, I will really cry." Spreading his hands, Mori Ogai replied complicatedly while lying on the table.

The author has something to say: Nakahara Chuya came to Mori Ogai to chat and relieve stress, and by the way, ask for advice on how to be a leader.

Chuya Nakahara: I am too difficult to jpg.

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Dementia: Just to try dying, I don't want to die.

Central Plains Chuya:?

Mori Ogai:?

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Central Plains Chuya: Vomit. (Osamu Dazai ptsd

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Nakahara Chuya: Suicide at a young age, is that what your parents taught you?

Dementia: Yes.

Central Plains Chuya:?

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Chuya Nakahara: Your parents definitely don't want you to die either.

Dementia: He actually wished me dead.

Central Plains Chuya:?

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Chuya Nakahara: I know the truth after a long time) Maybe this is because the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked (a cigarette gif)