Bungo Playing Game

The man drank, and drank a lot.That's what Ren Jian thought when he smelled the strong smell of alcohol on the other party's body.This unpleasant smell was like another smell left on his body the night he ate hot pot.

The man who staggered up to him with a file bag was tall, with a white mustache and short prickly hair, combined with that majestic old teacher's face, Hasumi felt that the other party was a rather strange person. An annoying person.

——Even if you smell of alcohol all over your body.

The other party came over with big strides, and put the brown paper file bag in his hand on the white table.The other party sat down and stared at the girl sitting opposite him who was enough to be his granddaughter with that serious expression.

——Looks a little older than Yezi (referring to appearance)

"Hello!" When the man spoke, the tension that oppressed the character before disappeared without a trace.Like the old man at the entrance of the village, Fukuji Sakurachi, who was drunk and gleefully talking, formed a huge contrast with the image that Hasumi had heard.The man's tone was relaxed, as if he wanted to have a relaxed conversation with the girl in front of him.

"Does Tiao Ye scare you? He always makes people feel very scared. What is the reason for this? Hey, maybe it's his personality." The man who was feeling this matter, just like chatting, did not look at him Keep an eye on the girl.

Seeing that the girl author in front of him did not speak, Fukuji Sakura pondered for a while, "I heard that you are a writer, and the writer must have a lot of wonderful ideas in his mind." He said that he was old and no longer like a young man. Passionate and fanciful too.

"Ah." Hasumi made such a sound to answer the other party.Obviously, he used ready-made works, and all he did was transcribe other people's works on paper and publish them under the author's own name, but how could the other him become what he is now?

Hasumi was in a hurry, so he just went straight to the point.

"What do you want to say to me? If you want to chat, there should be no need to invite me to this kind of place." The air was so quiet that the breath of both of them could float in the air like a cloud.

"Hmm... It's a long story for this kind of thing." Fukuchi Sakura said with a smirk, he pushed the brown file bag he brought earlier in the direction of Hasumi, but when he was about to receive the file bag, However, Fukuchi Sakurachi pulled back the paper bag.

To be embarrassing on purpose?

"I found out that your manuscript is written with paper and pen. Why don't you use a computer? If you want to write a novel, how much paper and ink will you spend?"

"Because I like writing on paper."

Hasumi didn't quite understand why the other party cared about this matter, he preferred pen and paper to working on documents.When I was in the orphanage, these were very precious things.Although the thickness of the 10,000+ [-]-odd multi-purpose paper in the full text will appear terrifying when compared, the sense of accomplishment is quite obvious.

However, it was indeed written that tenosynovitis was about to attack.For a few days, Hasumi's hands were so painful that he could barely lift them up, and after the plaster was applied, the whole room was filled with the smell of herbs.Even Mei couldn't stand the smell.

"It's just written on paper, but I feel that they come alive." The girl's fingers are very smooth, no matter how she looks, she doesn't look like someone who has been writing on the desk for a long time.But when she talked about it, her face was full of memories.Memories are sweet and full of fragrance like flowers.Her fingers moved slightly twice, as if using an invisible pen.

"It's such a fulfilling thing."

Fukuchi Sakurachi said: Yes.

His approval fell into Hasumi's ears, but Hasumi felt that it was somewhat unpleasant.

Fukuji Sakurachi didn't listen to Hasumi's words seriously, which made Baiye Renjian, the author, feel a little dissatisfied.But this dissatisfaction was quickly suppressed by other emotions, and he felt another behavior of himself.

seawater.drowning.

...alive.

The two are connected, but not completely connected. The connection between them is weak most of the time, but sometimes it is very strong.

"It's amazing." Fukuchi Sakura praised, but in Hasumi's heart, this compliment was no different from a cold reprimand.

The author who expressed dissatisfaction, and the man who came with a different purpose.

Fukuji Sakurachi tapped the table with his fingers.

"Actually, this old man came here just for this matter."

Lian didn't understand what was wrong with his behavior. The paper and pens he used were all things he took from the library before he left.The texture is very fine and smooth to the touch.The fountain pen is the most common fountain pen, even if it is ink, it is not expensive ink on the market.It is common and can be bought anywhere.

From "Nakajima Atsushi" to "Dazai Osamu", from "Dazai Osamu" to "Ayatsuji Walker", everyone used the same paper to submit to the library or publishing house in the form of manuscripts.

Ah, paper...

The man leaned forward with his hands folded under his chin.The huge shadow created by the opponent's body enveloped the thin girl.

After a while of silence, the other party asked Hasumi a question.

"Do you know what kind of paper you write your novels on?"

"If you want to ask that, it's - I don't know." Hasumi thought about it carefully, but he didn't think there was anything strange about his papers.But if the other party asks the export question...

Those blank papers, papers filled with words flashed before his eyes.

It takes hundreds of pages to write a full-length novel, even if the text is as small as print. The novel "Another" has only published the first part so far, and the remaining content has not yet been written.But even then, many sheets of paper were used at that time.Thinking about it now, it seems that those papers will never be used up, endless.As if he would regenerate himself.

Once the doubts fell on the "paper", Hasumi fell into a short thought.In his mind, some words that Dun had said suddenly emerged.

"I once saw a book in an orphanage."

"Sensei you once said "everyone is a beast tamer.And the part that is a beast is our own temperament" This sentence is also in that book."

……

"Sensei, the author of that book is "Atsushi Nakajima."

……

"In this world, there is a novel that can fulfill the wishes of others. It is a novel that is completely blank."

When Hasumi was asked this question at the time, there was such a line in his muddy answer: Maybe that's what I wrote down.Maybe that's what someone else left behind.

Is there a possibility that when he transcribes those words on paper at this point in time, the existence of this novel will be completely frozen in history?

The book "Atsushi Nakajima" that appeared in the orphanage where Atsushi lives and wrote "Li Ling" and "Light and Wind and Dream" "The Story of the Mountain and Moon" existed because of Hasumi's intervention ?

No... This idea is a bit too ridiculous.Although this matter was defined as absurd, Lianjian still had some doubts in his heart.It is also puzzling why, when the literary vandals appear, they are in an environment similar to the situation of the novel? The environment attracted by "Mountain and Moon" is the moon, tiger and reed, while "Another" attracts teachers, students, and ghost-like substitutes.What's the point?

Baiyelian was stunned for a moment when he saw that he suddenly had a splitting headache.The tingling sensation hit his brain, and Fukuji Sakurachi's voice rang in his ears.

"You're writing a novel with a 'book', right? "

how can that be possible.Lianjian thought.How could he have such a thing? According to his understanding, in this world, "books" are wishing machines that can fulfill other people's wishes.If the "book" has so many pages, wouldn't everyone be able to realize their wishes.

"Unreasonable associations are really irritating." The girl stood up with her hands on the table, her red eyes that were exposed alone could easily see the emotion of "angry", but Fukuji Sakurachi was unmoved.The man in military uniform slowly opened the document bag, and he was talking while pulling the buckle.

"What you have done is going too far. Tsujimura is the same, and you let it go. But it is also possible that she is not herself at a certain moment." Fukuchi Sakurachi said these words in a flat tone, and When his last words fell, the black-haired girl who had already stood up visibly trembled.Then she slowly raised her head, and saw the calm and composed man who was called the God of Battle.

From the brown paper bag, some photos were taken out, Nakajima's photo, Dazai's photo, and her——Ayatsuji's photo.Some photos of the text, as well as photos of Hasumi in contact with Mr. Detective.

……

Something is wrong.

The enemy Hasumi was originally looking for was a character whose ID was "kindness" in the forum of Shiraishi High School, but now he felt as if he had kicked something in advance.The other party obviously knew what he was doing, but it shouldn't be.

Unless he's the one...

Lian Jian thought of Hei Si Mou, Yan Sheng and Yuan Yi who were reincarnated.He remembered the existence hired by the literature vandals.

"Give that to me. After all, you can't leave here. Whether it's you or your companions." The man stretched out his hand and asked the girl in front of him for the legendary "book".

Lianjian couldn't laugh anymore.He had completely lost his smile.

When she turned around and moved, the white blindfold on the prosthetic eye fell off.

From all directions, darkness crept up from every corner.Fukuji Sakurachi took a big step back, but he was still drawn into the darkness.

"Eyeball Kitan", which was unsuccessful last time, finally lived up to Hasumi's expectations this time.It was successfully unfolded.

But what about after unfolding?

The blood moon hangs in the sky, the swamp is covered with the ground, and the pavilion stands in the distance.The murderer hidden in the hut is waiting for his opportunity. Lightning, flood, rockfall, mudslide...these are all natural disasters.

Under the natural disaster, who can survive?