Bungo Playing Game

"She's dead." Just when Hasumi was idly hiding in the corner and didn't know what he was doing, Tanizaki Junichiro who passed by him heard such a sentence.His first reaction was that he heard it wrong, because everyone is here and no one has died, so there is no such thing as "she died".

The young man who was originally sitting on the small bench stood up suddenly, and he left in a hurry, and then came to the place where the detective agency usually puts books.Hasumi pulled out "Another" from the top shelf of the bookshelf, and at this moment, some people followed him because of his shout.

The young man flipped through the novel, and the densely packed words on the page disappeared almost faster than Hasumi's eyes moved. Before Hasumi saw the next words, they disappeared.

He flipped through the book frantically, but the back was completely blank.

Disappeared.Nothing left.

At the same time, there was a stabbing pain in Hasumi's head.Some memories belonging to another him were slowly entered into his mind along the connection between the two, and what appeared at the last second was a blood-red world.

"She's dead," the young man repeated.

"What?" Junichiro Tanizaki didn't understand the sudden change of mood of the young man, he only knew that the young man who had been very quiet all this time became violent, as if he had just received very bad news.The face of the other party who was as calm as a swamp turned out to be two points more angry. Tanizaki had never seen Shuji Tsushima like this. He always thought that the other party was the kind of melancholy son-in-law in the storybook, but at this time, he witnessed The moment when the other party couldn't suppress his anger.

breathe--

breathe--

Renjian told himself this in his heart, and he tried his best to calm down his breath.Someone came over to ask him what was wrong, but the young man just waved his hand and said softly "I want to integrate the information", and fell into his own memory maze alone.

Another thing about him, the memory of horror used like a flood.Hasumi tried hard to imagine what was covered by the blood red, some black lines formed a human face like a worm, it was a face over middle age.

"what……"

"What's wrong?" Dazai came closer at some point, and he also saw the blank book, but the footer of the book still had the page number for marking.

He looked at the bookshelf and saw an empty space on the bookcase.There used to be a book in that empty space, and the name of that book was... what?

Upon noticing the void, he also realized what was happening.But those who knew about the novel all forgot their memories because of the disappearance of the novel.

The face of the always timid young man became a little dignified, and it was the first time Dazai saw such an expression on the other side.He also thought that everything about the other party would be deeply hidden in the protective cover called the body.

After discovering that "Another" had disappeared, Hasumi realized that everyone except him had forgotten about that person, and he sighed and didn't say the incomprehensible thing "Ayatsuji is dead".He clenched his fists tightly and said as if facing a formidable enemy: "I have met a formidable enemy."

That enemy was as high as a mountain, and the youth was almost overwhelmed by the opponent.Under everyone's gaze, the courage he had summoned just now disappeared without a trace, and the blank book in his hand, which was only coded, didn't have much weight, but at this moment it was so heavy that it almost crushed Hasumi's hand.

He couldn't tell others that the "Ayatsuji pedestrian" who wrote the novel was wiped out. If he said that, everyone would regard him as a lunatic.

What remedy is Hasumi looking for? Could it be that the existence of this novel and the author were destroyed so easily?What a sin he must be if, through his mistake, literature should disappear from the world.

Hasumi didn't know when Nakajima followed him. This young man whose mind was extremely confused didn't answer anyone. He just left the detective agency in a hurry under the pretext of "going out for a walk".He didn't stop at the whirlpool cafe either, but wandered around like a headless chicken and walked into the alley.

Hasumi saw Nakajima Atsushi at that time, and this time the other party didn't make any sound, so Hasumi couldn't find the other party like last time.Nakajima stood in the dark for a long time, only because of the rotating light, Hasumi saw the other party standing beside him.

"You're sweating," the other said.

Hasumi thought so, he didn't expect that the other self would catch a remarkable person, and even be wiped out because of it.That body was originally made with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's incarnation of supernatural powers, so what happened to that crystal, was it taken by Fukuji Sakurachi?You know, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's supernatural ability once relied on his own power to kill thousands of supernatural beings, causing a terrifying catastrophe.If the other party grasps this again, absolutely, the world will definitely fall into an even greater disaster.

The young man looked sideways at the other party, he didn't understand why the young man always looked at himself like this.With those pale, empty eyes.Akutagawa Ryunosuke has come and gone, and he seems to be expressing his dissatisfaction with something. At the same time, there is a little conflict between him and the boy.

"I made a big mistake," said the young man vaguely.

The boy asked, "What's wrong?"

Youth just repeats the word "big mistake".

He is regretting, he is angry, and he feels that he has been sanctioned by that existence.Every move you think you are smart is in the eyes of others. This kind of gap makes people feel like going straight to hell.

"Is it irreparable?" The boy's voice was light and ethereal.

Hasumi replied, "I'm trying to find a way."

Finding a way to find a way, this difficulty has plunged the youth into a huge predicament.He asked for help, but got no answer.The other's death made him very anxious, wishing to see Fudi Yingchi right away.But that doesn't work, but if he stays where he is, that guy will definitely come to him.In order to get the so-called "book".

Remembering that the boy was almost killed by Fukuji Sakurachi in his own world (combined with Luna's remarks), Hasumi tried to get some information from Nakajima Atsushi.He asked the other party if there was a way to defeat, or in other words, limit the other party.

"We all failed. It was such a tragedy." Atsushi Nakajima said the tragic ending to the young man without a moment's hesitation. He thought he was dead, but was saved.

Living is more painful than dying. Before dying, one cannot think about anything related to the living, otherwise the pain will still be extremely painful in hell.

"I felt so alone for the first time. Because it seemed like we were the only ones left in the world."

"No, that's not the case." Hasumi replied subconsciously.

"When Akutagawa didn't come, when I faced Fukuji Sakurachi, I thought about running away." The boy looked straight at the young man, his eyes were as round as a cat's.

"But I ran away. If anyone dies because of me, I will regret it for the rest of my life. I thought so at the time."

"Then Akutagawa came, but we didn't win either."

The young man indifferently explained the stories that happened to them, and came here to find the missing supernatural power, and also to "escape".They don't know what to do, and everyone is dying.He felt that he lacked a guide, an "angel," a "god" who would tell him what to do.

"...Please tell me what I should do."

Atsushi Nakajima was confused, he subconsciously thought that the young man in front of him was his former leader, the ruler and guide who occupied him from the age of 14 to the full four years.He was sick, and although he knew it, he could not correct it, nor did he know how to correct it.

He was ill, perhaps very ill.

Renjian also felt that the other party was sick, but he didn't know how to cure the disease, and he might have something wrong with himself, what if his speech skills made the other party worse, what should he do?He can't say the words "believe in yourself" or "trust your companions" because he is not the kind of person who can encourage others through words.He can't do anything, and it's much better to rely on anyone than him.

"I don't understand." A bitter smile overflowed from the corner of the young man's mouth, "If there is someone who can share your pain... perhaps, you won't be so confused."

If anyone can share the pain of "him", "he" can continue to be a human being.

If you endure it all the time, the flowers will only become scentless flowers. *

"Can I comfort you?" The young man raised his hand high, and finally lightly touched the other's forehead.The Buddha seems to have done the same thing when teaching his disciples.

"Just do it."

The opponent lowered his head, and the shadows slid onto his head like silk.

……

……

"If I ask you for help, will you help me?" A young man named Shuji Tsushima chose to ask the Armed Detective Agency for help.

Everyone was baffled, because the other party said "Fukuji Sakurachi killed his companion".But no one remembered what the young man's companion was, and when the other party said it, they all thought the young man was crazy.

But everyone chose to believe in the young man instead of treating him as a real lunatic.

Because of the two think tanks of the detective agency, they chose the former.

So Shuji Tsushima described his identity, his mission, and his enemies like "Mr. Nakajima".

"I'm in big trouble." Hasumi announced the existence of Fukuji Sakurachi.

Edogawa Ranpo fell silent.He has always trusted the president, and Fukuji Sakurachi is the president's friend, so Ranpo has always trusted him.

His first reaction was to "think". There is nothing in the world that cannot be thought out.He connected all the clues, and finally came up with the answer exactly the same as the youth.

going crazy.

So he fell silent.

"Then let's sort out the information about this God of Battle first."

His feats, his might, his superhuman mind and strength.

"Ayatsuji's pedestrians once found out that Fukuji Sakurachi brought something back from Northern Europe two weeks ago."

After a long silence, the thin young man slowly expressed his conjecture.

"Maybe, that's the vampire he didn't eliminate back then."