Yokohama Survival Guide

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A few months ago, the factory was abandoned.

The ocher-red door was ajar, and the old and dazed patrols hurried past as usual, without discovering the secret here: in the depths of this empty operating room, a dozen young men gathered together again.While laughing and laughing, they hung up oil lamps and lit up a small piece of world.

Just like every night before, the girl with long purple hair was lying on her back on the operating table while being pushed and shoved, and the flies swarmed forward one after another when they smelled the fishy smell;However, no one cared about this, just like herself, she was also empty, letting her body leave mottled marks.

'It will warm up soon...'

The long purple hair spread like seaweed on the rusted metal panel, and the girl's pale cheeks gradually became flushed; the pupils were piercing, and the skirt of the uniform was neatly rolled up to the highest point by its owner; only in this way, in all When it was over, she could return to the house of residence with barely decency.

Familiar foul language, flickering dim lights; alternate faces, ruthless rudeness... This is the daily life of Asakami Fujino, starting with the sweet talk of a man named Keita Minato; The endless, repeating nights.

'I'm so tired, I want to go back early today. "The swaying purple flower curled up and trembled. Behind the indifferent expression, the girl's brain flashed such a thought, "Time flies so slowly today, I want to end it soon..."

However, as in the past, she did not speak.Since no one was listening, since words could not convey her mind, she remained silent.

It wasn't until her body fell to the ground under the rough treatment, her white skin mixed with the dust; until the excited voices of the men were strangely quieted down, she rolled her eyes a little, vaguely, she felt something warm splashing on her face. Around her, it splashed onto her cheek.The nostrils are filled with fishy sweetness, which is different from the blandness of saponin. This new breath has a fascinating sense of familiarity. It seems to be far away and close at hand, making the girl's eyes glow with a gleam——

That is nothingness from the outside to the inside, or the meaning of creating something from nothing!

In a daze, Asakami Fujino propped up his upper body with his arms.She raised her head, and the figure of the young man walking towards the light was reflected in the red agate-like pupils, like a reversed world; in those golden pupils, what Fujino saw was herself in a state of embarrassment, the limp The bloody and messy self.

The silver-white youth with the pistol bent slightly, and he found the expected victim.However, unlike in the past, this embarrassed girl had a calmness above violence hidden in her expression.So, he got closer, so close that his face could even be clearly reflected in those scarlet pupils:

"You've been awake? What a good boy."

As expected, there was no reply.

The man was patient enough, he stretched out his hand as if encouraging, and his tone became softer: "Is it painful? In fact, you don't need to be patient. You have done a good job."

It was obviously a benevolent smile like a god or Buddha, but this pure white figure turned around, revealing its horns and sharp teeth quietly.

With strange expectations, the unarmed girl pulled the corners of her mouth and showed a stiff but sincere smile—it was not the reserved smile of a lady cultivated by the academy, exposing her white teeth and pink gums to the air , flipping out the jump and joy beating in his chest onto the table.

"Please speak to me, sir." With inexplicable emotions, the puppet was infused with soul, Asakami Fujino said the first sentence of the night.

After a while, she stared at Zhendao Shenghu's hand persistently again, and repeated: "Please speak to me, sir."

If it were you, would you be able to weave the most gentle world for me?

However, the silver-haired youth did not hide anything.He slightly raised his hand, avoiding Fujino's pursuit, and asked with a smile: "I will be very strict, can I?"

"...I, I would."

With irresponsible expectations, Fujino stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Like a drowning person, holding his own light, his own soul.

On April 4, in a western mansion.

A purple-haired girl in an exquisite long dress sat dignifiedly on the sofa on the west side, as if she was reflecting on something; diagonally across from her, a black-haired girl raised her chin, looking extremely dissatisfied.

"I'm very sorry, teacher... This time, Mr. Yokoyama didn't listen to my dissuasion," Asakami Fujino ignored the eye-catching Wang Lingli Hanako with his eyelashes like butterfly wings, but lowered his head sadly, and took the lead in admitting his mistake, "Please also Forgive me, it's all..."

"Ah! That's right! It's all your fault for describing everything too simply, that pig will act recklessly, Qianshang!" Hearing this, the black-haired girl sneered.As soon as she recalled the understatement in the call log, she wished to tear up the useless person in front of her, "Can't control my desire to destroy at the critical moment? Time and time again, even the teacher's plan, you can't bear it anymore Is it?"

"...No, I tried my best to endure it this time." Recalling the stumped limbs flying in the bullet, Asakami Fujino trembled, as if being stabbed by a needle, her tone was full of respect and fear, "Really I'm so sorry, but I..."

During the fierce quarrel between the girls, Makishima sighed softly and closed the book in his hand.His actions further escalated the war——

"...That's enough! Teacher, she is useless at all!" Stimulated by Fujino's docile posture and words like a lady, Wang Lingli Huazi finally jumped up from the sofa.While scolding, she pulled Fujino's hair - as she expected, there was no fear on that pretty face exposed to the air?From the pulling to the twisted corners of the mouth, to the wanton trembling of the shoulders, all these small movements just prove that this girl named Asakami Fujino is already extremely excited!

Fujino maintained a resigned posture, she frowned lovingly, and turned her eyes to Makishima Seigo who was beside her.Mumbling, she asked in a sleepwalking tone: "Teacher, do I need to be patient? Will I destroy your plan?"

"No, every failure is a mysterious victory."

The young man held out his right hand to Fujino.Amid Wang Lingli Huazi's jealousy and helplessness, the purple-haired girl raised the corners of her mouth in surprise.

As if staring at some kind of artwork, Makishima's eyes were full of approval but not obscene, and he stayed for three or four seconds before returning to the book in his hand.He stroked the cover of the book lightly, but said without any hesitation in his tone, "It's my fault, 【All nature must not be stifled】. Next, Qian Shang, you can follow your own wishes."

"Own, will?" Repeating the man's words, Fujino was at a loss, she pinched the hem of her skirt in a panic, and asked eagerly, "Are you going to abandon me, teacher? No, please punish me, next time I will definitely... "

This is "not punishment, Asakami." The white-haired young man gently corrected the girl's flustered words, and he threw the poetry collection in his hand to Fujino, seeing the other party hurriedly embraced him, and added gently, "Please remember Keep this sentence,【I don’t belong to anyone, I belong to the whole world, you were in it before you came in, and you are still in it after you leave.]”【Note [-]】

"...I don't quite understand, teacher. What does this have to do with you asking me to leave?" Fujino was even more frightened. She stepped forward half a step, trying to grab Makishima's sleeve, but was caught by Wangling Lihua who was guarding the side Drag it away.

The latter looked excited and got what he wanted.

"Think carefully, shallowly, think. I hope to see more fun in you."

Makishima's playful smile was imprinted on Fujino's eyeballs, and she was pushed out of the room by Wang Lingli Hanako before she could respond.

While closing the door, the black-haired girl blinked at her.

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May 5, Abandoned Building

After wandering alone for a week, the purple-haired girl finally received an invitation letter from an ally.

The strong and turbulent desire almost broke through her reason, but recalling the expectation in the teacher's mouth, Asakami Fujino suppressed all the impulses and spent about a week quietly.During this week, she had to spend long nights in embarrassment on the benches in the park and the rest area of ​​the convenience store... The discomfort was second to none, and more importantly, facing those naked eyes, she once gained Asakami Fujino, who had enjoyed the taste of freedom, had to pick up the obedient mask again. This is the most painful part!

And now, Fujino finally waited for the line notification from Wangling Lihuazi!So, full of enthusiasm, the girl took advantage of the night and impatiently arrived at the agreed place.

As soon as she stepped into the hall, she saw a black-haired girl pasting creative inspiration.

"Senior Wang Ling, may I ask what the teacher wants me to do? I..."

"Teacher doesn't care about you anymore, Asakami-kun." Looking at Fujino's pale face indifferently, Wangling Lihuazi felt like swallowing glass shards, and the stinging pain continued.Before she came, she had made up her mind to destroy the spiritual pillar of the purple-haired girl, just like a furious Hera facing Europa. Is there any room for this resentment stemming from the desire for monopoly to be resolved?

Of course she didn't lie to Fujino Asami: it's true that the teacher didn't mention her this week; but it's also true that the teacher looked disappointed after asking about her artwork!Where exactly? !Where did Asakami Fujino attract the attention of the teacher! ! !

Jealousy gnawed at the girl's heart like a poisonous snake, so an excellent idea suddenly rushed into her mind, and it took root and sprouted——

"Hey, Asakami, would you like to create a work of art dedicated to the teacher with me?"

"artwork?"

"That's right, the teacher once commented on my work, [Beautiful flowers will always wither, that is the fate of all life, so it is better to stop time when it is in full bloom]. Therefore, I want to try to create a never-ending Withering flowers." Cleverly hiding the last half of the criticism, Wangling Lihuazi slowly approached Fujino, raised her hand slightly, and caressed the delicate face of the purple-haired girl, "Be a part of my great work, let the teacher How about some fun and a moment of relaxation?"

Asakami Fujino is not a fool, of course she knows that the other party's suggestion has bad intentions.More than once, she bumped into the appearance of the other party making specimens with dead small animal corpses: Come to think of it, that is Wang Linglihuazi's so-called practice of artistic creation, right?And now, when she tries to upgrade to a higher level, she naturally needs to obtain materials and carriers.And the self who had a bad relationship with him just happened to become the prey and sacrifice sent to his door.

However, in the face of the black-haired girl's malicious consultation, Asakami Fujino felt surprisingly relaxed, and she did not refuse—those unbearable tortures for ordinary people were just boring waiting for her: in her memory, the hopeless month During the torment, she could still wait patiently until the teacher appeared in front of her; so now, how could she hesitate a bit for the teacher to rest his eyes on her again and "take a short break"?

"Okay, Senior Wang Ling."

The purple-haired girl nodded meekly, walking towards the trap like an ignorant prey;

But who is the patient hunter in this absurd silent drama?

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June 6, Mansion

"Wow, that's pretty good. Rikako-chan's craftsmanship has improved a lot!" Looking at the photos on the coffee table with great interest, Fujima Kozaburo didn't even care about the pain and wounds on his body. His eyes sparkled, "Hey teacher, Can you give this girl to me? If the model can cooperate like this, I can create even better works!"

"I can't entrust it to you, she is still very useful."

Tapping the glass panel with one hand, Makishima carefully selected the photos, frowning in distress,

"Although the child did mean to enjoy the pain, who gave Wang Ling such a single method? Empty piles are by no means the soul of art. It has been criticized once, but it is still unoriginal. "

"Hahahaha, there's not enough bad taste." Fujima Kozaburo recalled the girl's father's painting, and licked his lips reminiscently, "Obviously the stage setting is very childish, but the work itself is completely imitating... no , I inherited my father's artistic style."

"But that child's view of art is completely different from Mr. Wang Ling's. If the moralist and artist who died in the war can live to the day when the Sibyl system is established, he may be quite satisfied." White-haired The young man's eyes were long, "This is a predestined destiny, but it can be realized by relying on foreign things in one's lifetime. Is there more happiness or more pain?"

"...Teacher, are you still bored?"

"Ah, all the time." Lowering his eyelids slightly, the young man folded his elbows and folded his fingertips on his chin, looking as graceful as a white crane with folded wings. "This society has been constantly dominated by innovative machines, and the mediocre people are chasing after them all day long." The footsteps of survival, the tired wise men struggling in the digital hell and the ocean of inorganic matter, no one stopped to reflect on the terminally ill era and the lack of collective soul. Too fast, the steps of human beings are too fast."

"Then why don't you..."

"Compared to worrying about this, Fujima-kun, you should be more concerned about the next art creation, right?" The white-haired young man explained after seeing the blood on Fujima's mind, "Don't worry, I have already given that hair card as a gift. Leave it to Fujino. Presumably Wang Ling will take action soon, right?"

"You are really mean-spirited, teacher."

"Strong emotion has always been an important source of artistic creation. It's like [reality may not assume the obligation of being interesting, but people must make assumptions]." Retelling the content of the collection of poems given to Fujino, Makishima recalled the madness of the purple-haired girl Reluctantly, she reversed the photo, "She is already a unique work of art, so naturally, I will be slightly more inclined towards classmate Wang Ling."

Hearing this, Kozaburo Fujima grinned: "So, there is no need to stop the child's actions? Even if she has already walked into the police's watchful eyes?"

"No, Guima has already been upgraded to Guima, so of course we have to start the next action." Makishima refused of course, he picked up "No. 12 Night" on the other side, and quietly opened a page.

Seeing this, Fujima stopped talking and stood up silently.

At the same time, the purple-haired girl who had been silently behind the two of them took a step forward.Her whole face was expressionless, like a clockwork machine; her young face was full of frost, without any vitality!

"Please be gentle, please, doctor!" Kozaburo Fujima said in a joking tone.

The next second, the girl swung the steel knife in her hand and slashed at his neck fiercely. In an instant, blood splashed everywhere!

Makishima, who happened to be sitting next to him, suffered the impact of the aftermath. Seeing that his beloved book was soaked in blood spots and blurred in an instant, the man had no choice but to close the book——

"Miss Akiko, if you are unhappy, you can express your opinion directly. Unlike the big shots, everyone's freedom is fully respected here," Makishima sincerely pleaded as she looked up at the woman who had activated the supernatural power with a wry smile said, "At least please let go of my collection, they are all out-of-print out-of-print!"

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X. Day of the month, the bar gathering place in the old town

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There are unexpected instructions in the line information.

However, recalling the teacher's encouragement, the purple-haired girl's eyes became brighter.

'I was right, a good boy must obey the teacher's orders! '

Secretly cheering for himself, Asakami Fujino silently closed the phone.It wasn't until the dim light from the screen disappeared that her pale to bluish face became much more normal.The girl then brushed her hair back and put on a strange, pure but corrupt smile that she had been forced to get used to.

Soon, the flies that smelled the fishy smell gathered, she picked one at random, followed in the other's footsteps silently, and walked to the depths of the alley: this is a chaotic area where bars gather in the old city, where scumbags are unscrupulous, and the incident of kidnapping girls The real culprit behind the scenes seems to be hiding here.

'Ah, it's still the familiar way.However, it is great to be able to help the teacher. '

Facing the hunter's back, the purple-haired girl is extremely docile, prey should look like prey, right?

It was not until a long time later that she looked up at the swaying sky that she gently opened her mouth and said:

"Now, sir. You know, what about the latest disappearance?"

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The author has something to say:

【】There are quotes from famous poems, Shakespeare and Borges, and others... But I am too sleepy to remember 2333333

The delinquent Jia Geng who persisted until the end, and another time【Well, it can’t be delayed until the end】

Unlike Mr. Mori's clear node, because Fujino is passive, so only a few key points are pointed out, because the time relationship is not as close as Daust's night [Obviously, his treatment is no different from that of the last hunter]

Today's final soul torture: Can you see Fujino's problem?Her biggest failure is that...?

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