[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

While stroking the strangle marks on his neck that were beginning to become red and swollen, he frowned, closed his eyes, and touched his forehead.

Since not long ago, there has been a small sound similar to electric current, "clicking" like a hoarse radio in my head.

At first, he mistook it for the transient tinnitus caused by the lack of oxygen just now, but feeling the trend of the sound in the hearing getting louder, Tsushima denied the original idea.

After the sizzle current sound reached a certain frequency, it suddenly stopped and disappeared in my mind.At the same time, a wonderful sense of emptiness filled the body.

"What's the matter, Tsushima-kun." Seeing the child's suddenly serious expression, as if feeling something, Mori Ogai tilted his head and questioned.

Looking at the child who ignored his words and seemed to be lost in thought and motionless, the black-haired man moved his gaze to the strangle marks on the neck of the other party that started to change from red to purple, sighed, opened the cabinet under the desk, and took out Medical kit "Excuse me, Mr. Zhongyuan, let me treat the child's wound first."

The tweezers picked up the sterilized cotton, dipped it in the liquid medicine, "Look up, Tsushima-kun~" With a peaceful tone of discussion, Mori Ogai raised the medicine bottle in his hand.

He raised his head neatly, revealing his fair and delicate neck.Feeling the cold cotton ball rubbing back and forth on the skin, like snake scales rubbing slowly, made Tsushima slightly uncomfortable.

She moved the tip of her nose, resisting the urge to sneeze.

Sure enough, I still...hate the smell of disinfectant.

"Disinfectant? You suffer... No, you are a supernatural body, how could you be injured..."

His eyes widened in surprise, and he subconsciously turned his head to look for the source of the sound.A few seconds after making this reaction, he quickly realized this, hurriedly held his breath, and lowered his head.

On the other hand, Mori Ogai and Nakahara Chuya keenly noticed the strange reaction of the child just now, raised their eyebrows, showing a look of confusion, but they still didn't say anything in the end.

Feeling the complicated and irritable gaze behind her that has been sticking tightly to her body, she tried her best to suppress the discomfort, and tried her best to ignore the other party.

"Is it filthy?" The shadow cast by the hair covered the black eyes, and Tsushima tentatively spat out the words in his heart.

"Huh? Who else can it be if it's not me. But then again..." The voice paused for a moment, "What happened during this time, I haven't been able to contact you."

"...Nothing happened." Breathing stagnated for a moment, swallowing the depression in his throat, pretending to be normal, replied lightly in his heart.

"...You don't want to say it." After a long silence, it was so long that people mistakenly thought that the filth had left, and the helpless voice echoed "Ah, Nakahara Chuya seems to be waking up, I'll go first."

Hearing the familiar name, Tsushima said casually, "Nakahara Chuya... seems to hate me."

"...Have you seen him?" The filthy voice was mixed with a trace of confusion. "How should I put it, it's strange that he doesn't hate you."

"After all, you are that - Osamu Dazai's supernatural ability, didn't you read from Osamu Dazai's memory..."

"I haven't seen it much, maybe it's been forgotten?" After thinking deeply, he replied uncertainly.Among Dazai Osamu's memory fragments, most of them are related to knowledge and learning, but there are not many memories of people and things.

"Oh, oh, this is really too much, half of Chuya's memory fragments are obviously this guy..." Thinking of something, he sighed and smiled softly: "However, this guy in Chuya is not bad. Easy to get along with and talk to, he should, um, not do anything to you, right?"

"The tone is very uncertain..." Said silently in his heart, Tsushima quietly looked at the brown-haired man sitting behind him.

Colliding with the other party's gaze, Zhongyuan Zhongye was stunned for a moment, and then looked away guiltily for no reason.

"Well, it seems to be very easy to get along with, a typical martial arts school." After observing for a few seconds, he expressed his first impression neatly.

"Okay, okay, I know you want to say he's stupid, it's okay, I also think he's kind of like that." He muttered perfunctorily, yawned, and said dirty and weakly: "Goodbye."

Finally unable to bear the smell, he sneezed twice, waving the strong smell of medicine lingering around him in disgust, Tsushima looked around and quickly found what he was looking for.

He took out a bandage and scissors from the open medical box at his feet, squatted down, and slowly wrapped them around his neck a few times.Turning his head left and right, raised his index finger to adjust the tightness of the gauze around his neck, and returned the scissors and bandages to their original owners very consciously after feeling all right.

On the other hand, someone who watched the whole process on the sofa raised his eyebrows fiercely, clenched his teeth, and twitched the corners of his mouth reflexively.

Glancing at Nakahara Chuya, who was feeling uncomfortable all over his face, Mori Ogai opened his mouth thoughtfully to change the subject, "How are you doing recently, Nakahara-kun."

"Ah, it's okay, actually..." Suddenly realized something, scratched the back of his head, looked at the gray-haired child who was still doing nothing in the room, "Hey, brat, you..."

"Oh, I see." He nodded indifferently, with a slight disgust on his face, "I don't want to know about your adults either."

"Tsk..." The blue veins on the forehead popped up, and he silently recited "Don't get angry with the child" over and over again in his heart, Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fist, and flung a sharp eye knife viciously, However, what he got was the nonchalant and frivolous eyes of a certain brat.

Chuya Nakahara: I don’t know why I feel uneasy when I look at this face for no reason.

As soon as the voice fell, the door was opened, "Rin Taro, I'm here, it's all right - the children who escaped the nap should go to bed." The red high-heeled shoes collided with the floor, and there was a sound, "Let's go, don't trouble others." The blond hair hanging from the ears was brushed behind the ears, and the mature woman walked towards the gray-haired child.

Alice's raised hand was avoided by Tsushima's lowered body, and she froze for a moment, folded her arms and stared at the child who quickly distanced herself from her, "What's the matter, kid Tsushima."

"...Please don't touch me casually." Disgust flashed in his eyes without a trace, showing a vigilant look. "I can walk by myself." Is it the assistant lady of the orphanage... a few days ago it seemed I've seen it a few times, but it's very strange.

——After all, the aura emanating from the other party made me feel very strange.

"..." Squinting her eyes, veins popped out of her forehead, the woman took a deep breath, and raised the corners of her mouth, "There is no sweet for uncute children, let's go, my sister will take you back~" With the gentle In sharp contrast to the voice line is the somewhat ferocious and unhappy gaze.

The blond woman walked forward quickly, grabbing the other's wrist with her outstretched fingers.Even though Tsushima was on guard, Alice's catching hand was faster than the gray-haired child's dodge.

Helplessly giving up the struggle, Tsushima allowed himself to be dragged away by the opponent's arm.But then something surprising happened.

"Eh... you?" The figure gradually became transparent, and the expression of astonishment froze on the face. Alice looked at the palm in surprise, and finally turned into broken light spots and disappeared.

"...?" Tsushima was also at a loss.

Staring blankly at the place where he just came into contact with Alice, Tsushima realized belatedly—this woman turned out to be a supernatural power.

Suddenly realizing something, he quickened his pace and tried to escape, but before he could run out the door, there was a pull from the back collar.

Tilting his head back, what caught his eyes was a brown-haired man with gloomy eyes, dim light in his blue pupils, and a dark complexion.

Puckering his mouth, the gray-haired child gave up struggling, and was carried back to the house by the other party like a chicken.

"This is really surprising." Putting his hand on his chin thoughtfully, Mori Ogai showed a curious look.

"I won't run, please let me go." She tilted her head and tried to move her body, but was caught by the opponent's strong arms and held in her arms.The faint scent of cologne lingered in his nose, sucked his nose and pursed his lips tightly. Tsushima had no choice but to relax his body, gave up struggling, adjusted to a more comfortable posture, and nestled "obediently" beside Nakahara Nakaya.

"If this child has the same ability as Dazai-kun, it may be of great help to you." The voice mixed with a smile continued: "The situation in Hong Kong should be very chaotic now, but if Chuya-kun acts The leader's words... I'm actually looking forward to it."

"...Boss?" Catching the key word in his ears, Tsushima's lifeless black eyes slowly widened, and he looked up to the side.

"Tsk...what's your expression?" Seeing the subtle gaze of the child staring at him, Nakahara Chuya raised his hand and pressed his hat embarrassingly, muttering softly.

Osamu Dazai...was the last leader of Hong Kong gangsters.

Showing a thoughtful look, Tsushima's thoughts drifted away.

Did he hide "that thing" in Hong Kong?

After all, this is the only place I have never been to, and I have visited almost all other places in Yokohama.

Simulating Dazai Osamu's thinking and making reverse speculation, Tsushima found that this possibility is quite high.

The author has something to say: Dementia: I'm gone, 886

Chuya: Come back to me (press and hold)

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Dementia: Is he the new leader of Hong Kong gangsters?

Chuya: What, do you have an opinion?

Dementia: ..... (Is Hong Kong Black going to close down?)

Zhong Ye:? ? ?Do you have a problem with my abilities? (gas)