Living in Yokohama

"how?"

"There is indeed some kind of special paint for tracking. I'm afraid it was painted directly on the assassin's limbs." Is there an easier way to deal with a master of swordsmanship than setting a trap on the opponent?

...However, this kind of paint is very troublesome to clean. If you use the supernatural power [please listen to me], then you only need to order to eliminate "particles that can emit energy".

If you can read the ability...

Shirasaki lowered her eyes, transferred Nen to Fukuzawa Yukichi's arm, and Nen began to devour the special paint on it: "It will take about 10 minutes to clean it up. Before that, the president will go to other places to confuse Somebody from the port mafia."

"Hmm." Fukuzawa Yukichi touched his wrist, there was a strange warmth there, he said seriously, "Are you going to the office later?"

"...I'll go with Dazai." Bai Saki felt helpless, "Don't worry, even Dazai hasn't found that place."

Talk about it!She is still very proud!

"Really, thank you for your hard work." Although it seems that Osamu Dazai has not worked in the detective agency for a long time, Fukuzawa Yukichi knows that Osamu Dazai is a dangerous and difficult man. The identity of the "top five cadres of the Mafia", the evaluation of the degree of difficulty will be mentioned again.

"Hey, I'm used to it too." Shirasaki pressed down on the brim of her hat, turned her head to look at Osamu Dazai who was waiting behind, and smiled with her lips pursed, "Then the president, have a good trip, I'll pick up the clerk first, if If you have any other arrangements, just call me."

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded calmly.

Seeing that they had finished their conversation, Osamu Dazai walked over slowly, with curiosity and expectation written all over his face, and pitiful grievance in his eyes.

"...I said I would tell you!" Bai Qi turned her head and left, "Really, I always act like I can't tell the truth, and I'm not you!"

Osamu Dazai: QUQ

He picked up two clerks by detour, and then Baisaki skillfully led the three of them to the river by the small path.

"...Don't you think this is cheating?" Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, like a cat that has been beaten up, his whole body revealed a confused atmosphere, "Hedi is too cheating, Xiaobai!"

Bai Saki smiled politely: "Who do you think I was forced to live at the bottom of the river?"

Osamu Dazai was thoughtful honestly: "Is there such a crazy person?"

Shirasaki: "Yes, you are still brazenly standing beside me."

Osamu Dazai puffed up his face and looked at her pitifully, like a cat cautiously stretching out a cat's paw after making a mistake: "...can you cancel the agreement?"

Bai Qi paused, and looked away: "So I didn't bother you! It's just talking."

Naomi Tanizaki and Kirako Haruno: ...

They probably shouldn't be here to shine.

Tanizaki Naomi dryly changed the topic: "But, why is it underwater...?"

If it was relying on oxygen tanks or something, then the unnatural bubbles on the river surface would be too easy to spot, but without oxygen tanks, humans would not be able to move freely in the water like fish, right?

Shirasaki handed them two portable oxygen cylinders and said, "Use my ability."

After she finished speaking, she paused to think about it: "But I haven't used it for anyone else, so there may be a time error. This oxygen cylinder is for you in case of emergency."

Then Baisaki stretched out his hand and pulled the wrists of the two of them, closed his eyes and carefully covered the two of them with Nian. Baisaki has not practiced Nian for a long time, and the amount of Nian is not too much. After using a lot of it one after another, he can't help but feel tired. , She took a step back and calmed down and said: "Take my hand and try it in the water first. If you can breathe, you will be fine."

Osamu Dazai also realized something at this moment, he was extremely wronged: "...so I only know that Xiaobai's base is at the bottom of the river?"

"Is it my fault that I can't use the power of nomenclature on you?" Bai Saki said as a matter of course, "And this kind of information is enough for you, right?"

"Xiaobai really trusts me." Dazai Zhiji was stunned, unable to cheer up, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Wanxiangtang, "Then it's time to go to the stronghold next."

Dazai turned his head.

He saw the girl's champagne-colored long hair floating down in front of him, like a phantom in a mirage, like the dissipating foam jumping in a wine glass——

"--noob!!"

Osamu Dazai’s panicked voice seemed to come from a long distance across the waves, like the sound of leaves being blown by the downtown wind, which was insignificant and indistinct. In the arms of someone, he was hugged tightly by someone.

...Just now, what happened?

It was like being in the clouds, floating in a daze, or falling into the abyss, and the intuition kept feeding back the sense of danger that was about to fall, but as if the center that received the sense of danger was broken, Shirasaki just He stared blankly at his translucent fingertips in a daze.

She is going to disappear.

I'm going to disappear.

...but who is "I"? Who is "Shirasaki"?

It was different from all previous disappearances. Even if Osamu Dazai held Shirasaki in his arms, it still couldn't stop the girl from continuing to become transparent. Her body temperature lost rapidly, and yellow dots of light appeared around her body. Shirasaki's eyes were empty, and he didn't respond to Dazai Osamu's call.

All the information formed a storm in Dazai Osamu's mind, darkness covered his iris-colored eyes, as if the last light had been blown out, his eyes were like the abyss deep in hell, without a trace of light.

His hands could barely feel the girl's pulse. Osamu Dazai grabbed her, like he was holding a kite string that was about to break with bloody hands. He lowered his head and used his slender body to block the hurricane from the struggling flames.

Osamu Dazai rested his forehead on the top of Shirasaki's head, showing such a fragile expression for the first time, tremblingly said: "... Please... wake up, there must be some way, it will be possible—"

The phone rang, Dazai Osamu connected, and hurriedly confirmed: "Kunikida, do you still remember—"

"Shut up Dazai!" Kunikida's rage could be felt through the cell phone, he urged gloomyly: "You are the only one who didn't reach the base, if you are still thinking about committing suicide by the river in such a crisis If so, I can help you realize this wish right now?"

"Boom."

Phone dropped into water.

*****

is dark.

It's downtown.

It's the lingering coldness and pain.

"I……"

The girl tried to speak, only to find that her voice was hoarse and hoarse, and the words she spoke were like sawtooth pulling wood.

"……I am……?"

She stumbled forward in confusion, the dark and bright streets intertwined, the sense of emptiness and cold pain intertwined, the phantom concealed the reality, and the reality and not to be outdone flashed, the two memories attacked each other, and the girl looked around blankly.

"That one...is me...?"

The darkness that had been silent for thousands of years was caressing her body like tarsal maggots, and it arrogantly trampled the little twilight light under its feet.

"...I am... [World Book]?"

It is a dead thing sleeping in the wall of the world. For a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, there has never been a trace of life.

——Until one day, a weak life passed through the world wall, and "she" woke up ignorantly.

Then……?

The girl looked at her translucent fingertips, and some unknown force whispered in her ear:

"Return to your place, World Book."

...Yes... The mission of the world book is to suppress the restless world wall... No need to think, no need to live... Just sleep here...

……

…………

………………

So what was that call she heard, as soft as a breath?

[World Book] is unknown to the world, so it is impossible for something to call her!

The girl seemed to wake up from a nightmare, and she ran forward in a panic. The ball-sized shimmer of light struggled out of the dark feet aggrievedly, and floated unsteadily on the end of the girl's hair.

Then the girl stopped slowly, the bustling city overcame the darkness, and the canvas of the movie was urgently unfolded in front of her.

There are huge crowds of people, the crowd is huddled together, and the sound of twittering covers up the sound of sirens in the distance.

The girl made her way through the crowd.

—It was a car accident.

The deceased was a student, female, young, with the medical records she just got from the hospital in her backpack. She was hit by a motorcycle driver who had been drinking for more than ten meters, and then because she didn’t react in time, the driver ran over the student’s body. Pressed over, resulting in the death of the student on the spot.

Seeing the soul of the young student, the girl didn't cry, but just stood beside the corpse in a daze.

The student raised his head and communicated with something in midair. The girl struggled to recognize a silhouette from the air, and then the omniscient world book told her the identity of this "person", [%￥@#&*#@￥] .

It is a name that cannot be parsed in the language of the world.

%￥@#&*#@￥ looked sideways at her, and opened his mouth to say something to her.

The student's soul was taken away, and the darkness like tarsal maggots entangled again, pressing the twilight ball into the girl's hair.

……Is such that.

The girl thought, she woke up from the world wall, and then captured the girl's memory from the gap in the world.

...So, she should continue to sleep.

"...I don't want to." The girl murmured, she put her hands on her chest, there was no heartbeat in the chest of the non-human body, only cold and quiet, "I don't want to."

The twilight light quietly floated over and pressed close to the chest.

"I think, I think..."

The faint light melted into her chest, simulating the ups and downs of the heart. There was finally a heartbeat in this silence. The voice from unknown sources gradually grew louder with the ups and downs of the heartbeat, and she finally heard the call as lightly as the sound of breathing clearly. ——

[Even if it's me, I don't want to be hated by the girl I like after death. ]

[……Please……]

[There must be some way to—]

[...don't disappear, don't leave me alone...]

It is a voice full of sadness.

That voice called her—"Xiaobai."

"...Xiaobai?" The girl looked into the endless void, because some kind of emotion filled the void body, she fell helplessly, the bright street scene, the noisy siren and the discussion gradually faded away.

The twilight filled the body, the soul gained new weight, and the memory slowly sprouted.

In the boundless darkness, the girl listened to the voice of calling, and the chain of restraint gradually loosened a corner:

"...Ta... Dazai...?"