I survive in a high-risk world by writing essays

Seeing the four people walking around the house cautiously, for fear of bumping into something, I thought about it for a while, smiled and said to them, "It's okay, don't worry about touching those glass products, those are originally for breaking of."

"... Huh?" X4

"I like to hear the sound of glass breaking when I'm in a bad mood, so I saved up a lot of glass products to play with. You can play with some if you want to play." I explained, took them to get bedding and put it in the room inside.

Breaking glass products... This can be regarded as my little habit of decompression, or a way to adjust my mood.

Once I'm in a bad mood, I'll break the glass for a while and listen to the sound, and find peace in the quiet and noisy breaking sound until my mood is stable.

When glassware was consumed the most... probably two years ago.At that time, I produced more than a box of glass shards almost every day.

This year is better, especially after moving to Tokyo.

Probably because after I moved to Tokyo, I would encounter some incidents after a while, and I would encounter incidents after a while, so I didn't have time to think about things that made me feel bad.

But I don't just drop glass when I'm in a bad mood.

In fact, when I conceived a novel, I would sit on the sofa with my knees tucked up, and I would smash the glass and glass products while thinking.

The sound of shattering glass inspires and calms me down more than any other nature sound or beautiful music.

It can also be regarded as a small quirk of literary creators.

However, I have also met colleagues who have to sit on the toilet to write novels, composers who have to smell fresh paint to get inspiration, and novelists who have to stand on their heads until their heads bleed to get a flash of inspiration. ...Compared with these, I don't think my little hobby is particularly weird.

After hearing these words from me, the children finally let go a little bit, and they didn't dare to touch them any more.

I proficiently ordered several delicious takeaways that I ate nearby and had them delivered to my door.

"By the way, do you eat fish?" I asked them casually after ordering.

The four of them expressed that they all ate and were not picky eaters.

"That's good, the fish dishes here are pretty good." I added a few takeaway orders to the fish restaurant.

Because of the good fish dishes here in Tottori, I have lived in this area longer than other places.

About one year and seven months.

Ryoko wandered briskly around the house with her hands behind her back, visiting every room and every corner, as if marking her own territory... No, how could I have such an idea, making random marks is that General's behavior.

"Sake, you still like collecting fishing rods so much." Seeing those various fish tanks, Ryoko took one down and weighed it, then turned to me and asked, "But you don't seem to have ever fished in Tokyo. Don't you like fishing?"

I was silent for a while, and sighed faintly.

"No, I just don't have a chance to go." Speaking of this, I felt a little resentful, "Originally, I thought I would go fishing in Enoshima and Mount Fuji when I had time, but when I have the idea of ​​going fishing, I will Something happened."

Then unknowingly, I haven't caught fish for more than two months.

You know, I used to go fishing at least once a week, and I even wrote two novels for fishing pigeons—no, I don’t seem to have anything to be proud of.

In short, every time I don’t make any movement for a long time, readers will tweet [Ms. Kuroshio is addicted to fishing again, the editor is going to catch her back! ] Such a tall building.

"Then when we go back this time, let's go fishing in Enoshima or under Mount Fuji!" Ryoko bent her lips, revealing dimples.

I felt better, so I said yes.

Xia You didn't recover until it got dark, and the little man with black hair and ball head kept his eyes closed.

I was a little bit worried, but luckily he woke up once in the middle and asked me to take his brain out of the curse skeleton, saying that the curse skeleton would continue to absorb the spell power and slow down his recovery speed.

So I unzipped the back of the skeleton and pulled out the brain.

Then he took out Xia Youjie's old house, the fish tank, from Choubao's mouth, and put his brain in it.

This scene was inadvertently witnessed by the group of four from the High School of Magic.

"Hiss—" Someone gasped for air.

I looked over suspiciously.

They didn't panic when facing all kinds of strange curses and curse masters, and they didn't panic when facing life and death crises.

But when they saw me, who was considered normal in their eyes, take out a brain with bare hands and put it in the fish tank calmly and nonchalantly, they obviously panicked.

"Oh, this is summer oil." I said.

"I always feel that there seems to be something wrong with this picture..." Junpei murmured.

...probably a little bit.

After I put the fish tank on the table, I was about to say something when Chou Bao, who had been quiet and not moving, suddenly struggled and fell to the ground.

Ok?

After I watched Ugly Treasure plop on the ground, under the gaze of everyone, I moved to... Fuhei's feet?

Fu Hei lowered his head:?

Choubao moved to Fuhei's feet and stopped. I was thinking about what it was going to do when I saw Choubao bent its body and opened its mouth wide, wriggling and spitting out something from its mouth.

one two three...

It is the toys that boys love to play with, such as Kamen Rider and Ultraman, which I found when I was sorting out the memory of Ugly Treasure.Chou Bao spit out all these now almost obsolete toys and piled them up in front of Fu Hei.

"Is this...?" Fu Hei knelt down and picked up a toy to look at, then asked a question.

"It should be given to you." I looked at the ugly treasure who stopped moving after spitting out these things, and I was also a little confused.

This is the first time it has voluntarily spit out something to others without Xia You's control.

Is it because Fu Hei's ability to summon various animals has a relatively high affinity?

Well, that probably makes sense, too.

Before setting off to the source of the Shuyu River, I intend to find someone.

It was the fishing friend who explored the source of Xuyu River with me.

Because it has been a long time in the past, I am a little vague about some routes. Although it is enough to go up the stream to find the source, I remember that some roads are impassable and need to be detoured from other places.

So it's better to ask someone who knows, to make sure.

So the next morning, I went out to the fishing tackle shop in the county, intending to ask that fishing friend.

Deng Ben Jiandou.

The owner of the fishing tackle shop is also a fishing enthusiast. He met me when I was fishing in the same place.I remember seeing his wife and a six-year-old daughter when I went to buy lures at Kento Toben’s fishing tackle shop.

"Is this the fishing tackle shop that Ibuki-san mentioned?" Knotweed, who accompanied me out, pointed to the closed fishing tackle shop in front of me, which looked like it hadn't been opened for a long time.

I froze for a moment, then looked up at the signboard to confirm that it was indeed Nobormoto's fishing tackle shop.

Is the store closed?

I remember that before I left Tottori, the old man said with a smile that in order to touch fishing gear and go fishing without being scolded by his wife, he would open a fishing tackle shop for the rest of his life.

Although I also know that there are various accidents in everyone's life, but I have only been away from Tottori for about two years, so I will stop driving so soon?

When I was thinking, the knotweed that came out with me had already looked around, and I gave full play to my subjective initiative to inquire about the shop next door. I thought about it and walked over.

"Oh, that man Dengben." The proprietress who sells fruit next door looked up, "Passed away."

...died?

I asked unexpectedly, "Excuse me, what's going on? Didn't it be fine for the past two years? What happened?"

"Accidents can be regarded as accidents." The wife of the fruit shop said, "But it's not the kind of accident you think... To be honest, Dengben's death is really weird, and we will try not to mention him... "

That's what I said, but generally I have already opened my mouth, and I have a little desire to confide.The knotweed was very good on this, and finally the fruit shop proprietress still couldn’t resist the sweet-mouthed and vigorous sports boy, one sister at a time, and told us what she knew.

It is said that Dengben Jiandou died a year ago. Before his death, he went to the source of Xuyuchuan once, and then he ran into the mountains every day as if possessed by a demon. He didn't know what to do, and his family stopped him Can't live.

Until one day, he left home one morning, walked into the mountains along the Xuyu River again, and never came back.

Kento Noboromoto's wife seemed to have expected it a long time ago. On the third day after Kento Nomotomoto's disappearance, he announced his death, held an extremely simple funeral for him, and left Tottori with her daughter.

"The source of the Shuyu River..." I couldn't help but fell into deep thought after listening.

I never imagined that I would hear such news when I returned to Tottori after two years, especially that Kento Noboromoto's death was related to the source of the Suku River, which made me feel a little uneasy.

During this trip to Tottori, first the accident on the train, and then the death of Kento Noborimoto, I always felt that I had overlooked something.

"Ibuki-san, then let's..." After hearing about Dengben Jiandou, the child of the knotweed was a little quiet, and turned to ask me what I meant.

"Go back first." I said, "Let's set off after lunch. I remember most of the routes, and it's enough to lead the way."

I'm going to see what's going on at the source of the Shuyu River.