As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

Xiaolin couldn't wait for my next message, so he hung up the phone.He asked me, "Is this all right?"

I don't want to talk to him.

He obviously saw this too, saying, "I thought I'd say at least one word of love. Isn't he your boyfriend?"

Then before I die, please satisfy my vanity.

I said with a dry voice: "He is my boyfriend, but I don't think it is necessary to talk about love, liking, and love."

"As expected of Mr. Inai, he is really full of the subtlety of a writer." He might be laughing, but he didn't know if he noticed something. After he finished speaking, he turned his back and went to move the charcoal brazier to the room.

"I originally wanted to use other methods, but I was afraid that the scars left on my body after death would scare Xiaokui. As expected, burning charcoal is the safest method. After all, I want to give Xiaokui a new mother who is intact." He looked after himself. speak, and add charcoal to the brazier.

No, I have a lot more to say.To everyone I know, anyone I've ever crossed paths with in this short life of mine.

What happens when I die, will people come to my funeral?

What will Jinjian do? Will he be sent back to Shizheng?Will it be resealed?Continue to spend the rest of the endless life in the dark?I feel very sorry for him, I am so sorry for adding my color to his future indiscriminately, he has many better choices than me, what have I done in retrospect? !

I let him abandon his job as a sword, and go to school, do homework, participate in club activities, and practice clarinet like a human child.Will he be ridiculed by other knives because of me?

It's a pity that I can't be an existence that makes him proud.

Will Zhenmo cry at my funeral?It's better not to, I know that she looks petite, but she is actually much tougher and tougher than me. If my death makes her feel so sad, then what a sinner I am!Who else will come to my funeral?Those who are closer must know soon, Natsume and the others may have nothing to do, maybe I will die for a few months before I will be aware of the strangeness.

Finally reunited but in front of my grave?

It's a good thing we don't have a deep friendship, so he doesn't need to waste too much time worrying about me, he just needs to give me a bouquet of lilies.

Kobayashi turned off my cell phone and lit a charcoal fire.Soon there was a smell of burning objects in the room, and I was restrained, so naturally I couldn't do anything.

I don't know how many minutes have passed by now, and I've started to think wildly.

I should have written a suicide note earlier, documenting my emotional ups and downs, be it love or whatever, and I'm sure I could write at least a novella - I don't have enough memory In order to support me to write so many pages, but I am trying to extract one thing after another about him from my memory. I can remember every micro-expression clearly, and every sentence he said.

Not only the alienation that he occasionally refuses to be thousands of miles away, but also the innocent magic power on his body that makes my eyes follow closely like leaves blown to my eyes by the wind in spring.

I think I can write a length that I can't think of just by writing these things in a rambling manner.

Okay, but the suicide note will also be seen, so no, the above is nonsense.It would be a pity if it was written and burned.

No matter how much I want to say, the safest thing is to keep it in my heart—this is the best solution for everyone. When I pass away, I will have no regrets.

The charcoal fire in the room was crackling, and the tongue of fire rolled up the edge of the charcoal, licking him until he was scorched black.

But I really want to live.

with you.

This is my last wish before my consciousness is swallowed.

……

……

The black-haired young man's eyes reflected the windmills in the distance, and the white shadows spun around in circles.A gust of monsoon slipped past the bottom of the coat without him noticing.The two things of work and life are inseparable in him, they are two accompanying trajectories, and someone will always bring them together.

The mobile phone is wet, but fortunately it is a waterproof model, and it is not troubled by water damage like its owner.

All missed calls.

He is used to this kind of screen reminder, usually it is Kunikida's work urging.

He was checking phone messages on his cell phone when Atsushi Nakajima found him on the rooftop.The former hurried upstairs, with his hands still on the doorknob, while Dazai had already raised his cell phone, listening to his messages one by one.

"What's the matter, Atsushi-kun, you're in a panic." He said, "Have you been taught a lesson by Kunikida-kun again?"

"Mr. Dazai, there is an elementary school student from the detective agency looking for you." He climbed to the top floor in one breath, and he still hadn't caught his breath.

When Atsushi Nakajima raised his eyes again, he saw that there was a difference between the young man's expression and his usual one, which he could detect without deliberately observing.

It was originally a bottomless pool with only a bright moon in the center, but now someone smashed a few dead branches in from the outside, smashed the moon shadow in the water into a mess, and left the cold pool covered with aquatic plants. There was a stir.

Unexpectedly, he refused to leave even a hazy shadow of the moon to him.

"Let's go."

……

……

Editor Koyama was under extraordinary pressure.

The email was sent from his mobile phone. In case something happened to Mr. Inai, he must be responsible. Even if the relationship with him is settled legally, the bottom line of his conscience is that he cannot bear this. kind of possibility.

The young man in front of him was well-groomed and elegant, with a pair of iris-colored eyes staring fixedly at Editor Xiaoshan, who moved his lips and was speechless.

When he was approached by the other party, he had no idea how he had offended the Armed Detective Agency. After he learned that it was Mr. Inai who was related to him, his ups and downs became even more uneasy.

When he thought he would face the other party's anger and cross-examination, the young man didn't say anything.Osamu Dazai threw out a bunch of car keys, and Editor Koyama's eyes widened—that was his car keys, when did they get into the other party's hands?

He had mixed feelings in his heart, but Dazai had already walked to the side of the car with the key, and inserted the key on his own.

Xiao Shan said, "The police have already gone to—"

"Is now the time to talk about this?" Atsura Nakajima, who came to help after knowing the cause and effect, couldn't help raising his voice no matter how good-tempered he was.

——More importantly, his beastly sensitivity has made him notice that Dazai's atmosphere is different from usual.

Only then did Xiao Shan realize that he had said something stupid, and quickly said, "Please, please use it as you like."

"Can you sense her?" Dazai asked Imaiken beside him while starting the car.

The first person to ask him for help was Imai, and when he heard the complicated phone message, he immediately understood——

No Iraqis life-threatening.

Her only schedule today was to meet with the editor, and it didn't take long for the other party to call the police when they found Xiaoshan.

The feeling of Imai is very vague.He has no formal contractual relationship with Wu Yishi, and he doesn't even know whether his induction is correct.Fortunately, he trusted his intuition and found reasonable external conditions to help him—perhaps thanks to the education the school gave him.

He bit his lower lip and said, "Ai is in pain now."

He couldn't empathize with her pain, and could only grasp her vitality by virtue of a thin thread of connection that would collapse at any wind.

"Save her." Jin Jian said, "Ai worked so hard to live, she shouldn't die."

The only responses to him were the speedometer and the breathing of the driver.

……

……

The police arrived a few minutes before them. Looking at the surrounding police cars, Xiao Shan kept shouting amen in his heart-he didn't believe in religion at all.Fortunately, he thought, the house didn't catch fire. If it were set on fire, everything would be over.The sound of the police car failed to irritate anyone in the room, and he immediately became shrewd, worrying about more terrifying things.

"Damn it, the room was crucified from the inside!"

"Same with the door."

"Can you find out which room it's in?"

"Contact the fire department!"

The sound of the scene became noisy.

With the curtains drawn on all the windows, they couldn't tell where Wuyi was.Jin Jian jumped out of the car a long time ago. He ran to the closed window and shouted loudly: "Here!"

"Wait, kid, it's very dangerous here! The prisoner may be armed and will take hostages!" The policeman was about to grab the back collar of his school uniform, but he dodged it deftly.

Imai yelled firmly to the fellow travelers behind him: "Break the windows here!"

"Dun-kun!" Dazai's order came very quickly.

The boy whose name was called understood in a second, and smashed the window and the dead board together.The sound of the glass attracted the attention of all those present.And he took a step back subconsciously after smelling the breath in the house.

"...It's burning charcoal!"

Using his ability, he immediately shattered the glass in the surrounding rooms, allowing people to enter from other rooms, so that the air inside could be evacuated as much as possible.

"Please call an ambulance!"

Osamu Dazai said, "I have already called an ambulance."

This sentence is equivalent to saying that he has already prepared for the worst, and he doesn't want to delay any further.

Right in front of Atsushi Nakajima, stood a valuable piano.There is also a human body exposed behind the piano. It is an adult male lying on the ground.As soon as the rest came in, they smelled an unpleasant smell.Then, I saw a man and a woman in the house, as well as the body of a young girl who had already died.

Dazai was the first to move Mu Yishi out of the room, her eyes were closed tightly, her bangs were laid on her forehead obediently, and her limbs were already covered with red marks from being bound.I don't know how much carbon monoxide I inhaled, even if I was moved, I didn't feel it, and the color of my lips was cherry red.

He cut open the rope on her body with a knife, and unbuttoned two collar buttons to ensure smooth breathing.

Dazai just once again felt the uncontrollable fact that "people are fragile". No matter it is wisdom, power or money, nothing can change this iron law.

Only Wu Yishi's slightly heaving chest could give him a sense of reality.

The ambulance arrived as scheduled with its red lights and siren on, and Atsushi Nakajima, who was watching the whole process, heaved a sigh of relief.

But Mu Yishi, who was sent to the stretcher, showed no sign of opening his eyes, and Atsushi Nakajima felt nervous again, because he was standing in the distance, looking at the back of Osamu Dazai, accompanied by the shadow of loneliness and melancholy, almost Blending with the oppressive breath in the air.

He thought to himself—hope the rescued woman is safe and sound.

The three of them were at the door of the emergency room of the hospital, and Jin Jian was always standing in the middle of the road, looking at the indicator light at the top.As a complete outsider, Atsushi Nakajima can do nothing but pray, so it is impossible for him to say anything irresponsible and optimistic at this time.When he looked away from the door of the emergency room and leaned against the wall, he found that Dazai was also leaning against the wall——

He was holding the phone to his ear, not saying a word, it didn't look like he was answering the phone.

"... Mr. Dazai?"

"Ok?"

The boy wondered, "What are you doing?"

Under some bright light, Dazai's expression was hard to distinguish. It took several seconds before Atsushi Nakajima heard his answer——

"I'm listening to the message I didn't finish listening to just now."

The author has something to say:

Don't get into the details of the police handling the case, I made it up, don't get into it!

Jinjian and Wu Yishi did not sign a contract, and the connection between them is another very special and unstable induction.

It's like bluetooth, the closer you are the better(?)

The effect of burning charcoal is not very good, mainly because Xiao Lin didn't close the door firmly, in short, he was stuck.

...Is this considered sugar, okay?