Miss Tsushima

"This world is over, absolutely? Absolutely? It's over!" Fujimaru Tachika wailed, "No? There is Natsume Soseki, no? The mafia? It's too confusing."

Her eyes fell on? He was standing outside the bookstore, and Nakahara Nakaya was waiting for them with his back to the store door. From behind, he could only see his black coat draped over his shoulders, and a little ochre-colored hair exposed under the black top hat. Silk, couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but there was a curl of smoke rising from his side.

Because he received the order from the leader Mori Ogai to escort them back to the base area, and also with the purpose of inquiring about their news, Nakahara Chuya followed them all the way. Fujimaru Tateka proposed to go to the bookstore, but he didn't object. ?, just followed silently.

Nakahara also waited for a while? Fujimaru Tateka came out of the bookstore. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his leather shoes, grabbed the coat on his shoulder with one hand, and asked her sideways, " Can we go?"

Fujimaru Tachika nodded, unable to cheer up for a long time.

From this posture, one can see that she is an old mafia member. She hasn't come out of the shock of the writer's mutation into the mafia until now.

Her reaction caught Matthew's attention. Matthew looked at her face and held her wrist worriedly, "Senior?"

"It's okay, Mash." Fujimaru Tachika barely pulled himself together, "I just got hit a little bit, and I'll get better after a while, this world—ah!"

The sound of something heavy falling to the ground interrupted her.

Fujimaru Tachika's eyes widened in shock, and she stopped abruptly.

Is there warm liquid? Slowly falling from the cheeks.

As a human being, the retina cannot capture that instant of whereabouts. It seems that at that instant just now, the black shadow that flashed past in front of the eyes still remains on the retina, accompanied by the sound of the high-altitude fall and howling wind, The sound of bones shattering one by one, and flesh and blood crumbling, also stayed in his ears.

Two steps away, there was a bloody corpse. The blood gradually flowed out from under the pool of flesh and blood that could no longer see the appearance before birth, slowly turning into a small river of blood.

She wiped the liquid off her face with her thumb? There was a bright red mark, it was blood, it was this man? The blood that sprayed onto her face when it hit the ground.

Zhongyuan Zhong also walked forward quickly, picked up the hem of his clothes, squatted down to check, and then came to a conclusion, "No? Saved, instant? Death."

The blood flowed more and more, and slowly flowed to Fujimaru Tateka's feet, and the blood on the edge dried up quickly, seeping into the asphalt soil, turning into dark brown stains.

A person's life was passing so fast, right in front of her.

The hurrying people on the bustling street seem to have been pressed the pause button, and the pedestrians stare blankly at the corpse that fell on the ground. After a few seconds of silence, what follows is a scream of panic. Howling and? Frantic shouting.

The people who were a few steps away from the falling corpse? Backed away desperately, while the people on the periphery crowded towards the corpse out of curiosity. There was confusion and screaming, accompanied by the flashing lights of the mobile phone. Someone called the police. , The sound of sirens came from afar.

Fujimaru Tachika raised her head, squinted her eyes and looked up, did she jump from upstairs?

In the bustling area of ​​the city center, there is still a lot of traffic even on weekdays. Did he jump from a tall building two steps away?The roof is very high, she has no way to see the whole picture there.

Jumped off the roof of such a high building, didn't you? Did you have the slightest hesitation?

"Senior." Matthew walked to her side, looking up at the roof of the building just like her, and looked there for her with her vision as a heroic spirit, "There is someone on the roof?"

"What kind of person??"

"Is...a woman?" Matthew kept staring upstairs, "Could it be the murderer?"

Fujimaru Tachika also tried her best to look, but it was just a blur, and there seemed to be a dark shadow in the vagueness, as if someone was looking down at the edge of the building.

"senior!"

While Fujimaru Tachika was staring intently at the roof, Matthew suddenly called out in surprise. Matthew grabbed her wrist and pulled her back vigorously, Fujimaru Tachika Xiang staggered back two steps.

"Senior, go back!"

Two seconds later, Fujimaru Tatsuka understood Mash's sudden reaction.

in front of her.

Another person? Jumped off.

Like a large blood-red dahlia, it blooms slowly and brightly on the concrete floor, adding a touch of gorgeous color to this reinforced concrete city.

The woman? The light-colored plaid skirt was quickly stained with blood, and her long hair was scattered on the ground, falling at the feet of Fujimaru Tateka.The blood stained the red ground, and the blood that dried up on the corpse in the previous sentence was wet again.

"This is how the same thing?"

Fujimaru Tachika was dragged by Matthew and hid under the eaves of the bookstore, looking at the scene in front of her in surprise.

The previous fall seemed like a signal.

One after another, people jumped from tall buildings one by one.

This kind of hopeless atmosphere seems to be contagious. At first, some people jumped from the roof of the building, and then some people opened the windows and jumped directly from the window. Those people? Some of them were still at work, wearing Men and women in straight suits and OL outfits kept falling from the window.

The roof of the car parked on the side of the road was smashed to the ground by a person who landed from a high altitude, the broken glass was mixed with blood, the anti-theft alarm kept beeping piercingly, and the pedestrian was hit by a dead body that suddenly landed on the way to escape, There were endless screams.

This is, hellish scene.

Countless people fell from the sky, and the ground was covered with patches of red. There was so much blood that it looked like a lake that was going to dye this street red.

Everything happened so suddenly that it was impossible to stop it.

Even if hundreds of thousands of people become corpses, the actual time of occurrence is only a moment, just a moment, the corpses on the ground have piled up like a mountain, and the bustling streets just now are dead silent. There was a strong smell of blood.

Not in the streets, but in the shops of the bustling streets. Survivors looked out of the shop windows, pale with horror at the scene before them.

This is a desperate hell full of blood, severed limbs, and flesh and blood.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fujimaru Tatsuka thought in his heart.

The sudden rain of corpses had stopped, and she took two steps forward. Among the piled up stumps and corpses, she found a severed hand. She slowly opened it, which was stained with blood, and held tightly fingers holding something.

Although only for a moment.

She seemed to see the people who kept falling? People's right hands were unnaturally fisted. Now? Calm down and think about it, that? It seems to be holding something.

That's right, in the palm of the severed hand, the screen of the black mobile phone glowed faintly.

Fujimaru Tachika was anxiously stopped by Mash, raised her sleeves, wiped away the blood on the screen, and looked at the phone screen that was shattered into a spider web.

"This...this is?"

Even though it has been shattered into disrepair, it can still be seen clearly. On the faintly lit screen, lines of small characters are neatly arranged. Although they are articles that have not been read, they are inexplicably familiar, as if Get through this text.

She flipped through the phone in a hurry, and the text on the page followed her movements, flipping backwards page by page. It was a coherent text, a coherent sentence, and a coherent story.

This is a novel.

Familiar writing, looking at these words, Fujimaru Tateka will think of the room with a kotatsu and warm quilts in Chaldea, where she curled up in the kotatsu , propped his chin and looked at the back in front of him.

The woman with her back facing her has beautiful long black hair and a straight and thin back sitting at the desk, constantly writing on the paper.

She quietly slipped behind the woman, and gathered her loose hair into a bunch. She stopped writing at the desk, stopped writing, and turned her head helplessly, "Lixiang, what are you doing here?"

"I want to help Ms. Tsushima tie up her hair." She said confidently, "When I take it off, it will slip to the front from time to time, and it will affect Ms. Tsushima's writing, won't it?"

It's Miss Tsushima...

That's right, this kind of familiar text, with its delicate sadness and tenderness, was written by Ms. Tsushima. Even if she hasn't read this article, she can still recognize it, and... Her words are the same, with hopeless tenderness.

Why, will it be here?

Fujimaru Tatsuka clenched the phone tightly and remained silent. Nakahara also came over and took the phone out of her hand.

"This is……"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the text on the phone screen with a blank expression for a second, and thin cracks slowly appeared on the concrete floor under his feet, like spider webs.

"Senior, come behind me." Seeing the murderous aura suddenly released by Nakahara Chuya, and the dark red light shining around him, Mash pulled Fujimaru Tachika behind him, ready to fight, "He is now? Very dangerous , please avoid it."

However, while holding the phone tightly, the distorted expression of Zhongyuan Zhong also did not attack them. After a few seconds of confrontation, Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed his face in pain and gritted his teeth.

With him as the center, the ground under his feet was cracked and turned into a big pit.

The mobile phone was in his hand, it flashed a few times stubbornly, and then went out.

He pressed his hands on his forehead and eyes, and after a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice, "This is the recently released "Blue Sea" by Ms. Tsushima...it hasn't been released yet. the sequel. "

"The characters and characters on the stage have all appeared in the previous book, and the story continues from the previous book."

"But the sequel is supposed to be still under development, hasn't it been officially released, what's going on with this article?"

There is no doubt that this is the work of Tsushima Hiiragi.

"It's obviously a gentle and sad story." He covered his face and lowered his head, "In the end..."

"Mr. Chuya, did you have any special feeling when you saw the text on the phone just now?"

Fujimaru Lika looked at his reaction, as if he suddenly thought of something, and asked him eagerly, "Is it a feeling of confusion in consciousness, and a sudden 'buzz' in my mind?"

Is it mind manipulation?Using Ms. Tsushima's writing as a medium? To spread this kind of desperation like a virus. Who is it and why is it using Ms. Tsushima's novels?

No matter who is for what purpose, using a novel that has not yet been released, the suspicion of Ms. Tsushima cannot be cleared. Do you want them to suspect her?

But whatever.

Even if Tsushima Hiiragi's novel appeared on this kind of occasion, she believed that Miss Tsushima would definitely not be the "evil" side.

Although she firmly believes in Ms. Tsushima, it should be quite difficult to convince Nakahara.

Fujimaru Tachika took a peek at his ugly face. After all, he was really hit by the trick just now, and seeing such a scene with him made him believe that Tsushima Hiiragi was innocent. possible things.

So, will the port mafia help them?Is this a plot to split their alliance?

In any case, try to persuade him first, Fujimaru Tatsuka made up his mind, right? A face of a mafia villain? It seems that he will kill someone in the next second? Nakahara Nakaya, who filled Yokohama Bay to vent his anger, explained,

"Mr. Nakaya, Ms. Tsushima would never do such a thing, she..."

First try to explain to him what kind of person Miss Tsushima is? Even if Miss Tsushima is drunk, she is both decadent and playful.

When Tsushima Hiiragi was writing at her desk, her concentration reappeared in her mind.

She definitely wouldn't use her words to do such a thing.

She loves her writing deeply.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a very ugly face, the phone was overwhelmed, and after it creaked for a while, it was still crushed in his hand.Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyelids, his blue pupils were cold, suppressing the tumbling storm,

"I cannot forgive."

"Using Ms. Tsushima's words to do such a thing."

"Whether she would do such a thing, of course I know."

Nakahara Chuya's hand was dripping with blood from the crushed mobile phone, but he didn't seem to feel it at all, and clenched his fist, "But she will never let the sequel fall into the hands of? Others?"

"Miss Tsushima is now? in danger."

He firmly pressed the upper half of his face with his hands, covering his blue eyes that seemed to have been quenched from ice,

"I must find out the culprit."

"Then, let him taste what it's like to be crushed."

Around him, a dark red light flickered faintly.

"Let's go."

He looked at Fujimaru Tatsuka, and turned to leave first. Fujimaru Tachika was silent for a while, and followed his footsteps.

On the way to leave, following the footsteps of Nakahara Chuya, cracks were left on the asphalt concrete floor step by step.

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"Let me guard her." With the soft sound of unlocking the lock, a sickly black-haired young man slipped in lightly.Said to the boy in the dark green coat leaning against the door.

The boy who had his eyes closed? Opened his eyes and looked at the happy young man who was smiling.

"Although I am such a useless person? Indeed? I am not suitable for being entrusted with such a heavy responsibility... But you are even more unsuitable for such a job."

"It may not be appropriate for a person like me to say this... Your eyes are so dirty, it's really disgusting."

He stood up straight, crossed his arms, and looked into the smiling purple eyes, "Don't tarnish my hope."

"...Are you right? Others? Didn't even speak? Are you right? I'm so rough." The black-haired young man pressed his hat and looked into the locked prison room, "Why are you right? I have such an attitude No, I didn't? Did I offend you? "

"I'm sorry, I've always been impatient with? No? Valuable people." The young man closed his eyes again, regardless of his movement of leaning on the window of the prison cell.

"Ah, is that her?" The black-haired young man tilted his head, looking at the scene with great interest.

In the dark prison room, there is only a faint light on the opposite side of the prison chair tied with restraint belts.

That? It's a laptop.

"I really miss you, Ms. Tsushima."

A crisp boy's voice came out from the computer.

In the darkness, the figure on the prison chair moved slightly, and then a faint female voice came,

"Yeah, what a surprise, didn't you? Thought you were still alive."

"shield."

The author has something to say: I can’t open Jinjiang, it’s really hopeless

Yes, that's right, that's the one - the adaptation of Desperate Films, Desperate Novels!

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