Miss Tsushima

Tsushima Hiiragi's blood slowly dripped down his cheeks, and Fukawa Fuyu trembled uncontrollably, excited.

No, at this moment he should be called the Genocide Sho.

He and Fu Chuan Dong are two separate existences, he is different from that waste Fu Chuan.

The memories between the two of them are not connected, but he still knows about the time when Fu Chuandong admired Tsushima Hiiragi.

When he was 10 years old, he was nominated for a literary award. At the award ceremony, he saw Tsushima Hiiragi surrounded by a group of editors.

He still clearly remembered that Tsushima Hiiragi was wearing a black velvet skirt and a red plaid shawl that day, revealing his snow-white neck, and a few strands of black hair were scattered.

She stood in the middle of the crowd, with a gentle smile and a hint of melancholy, chatting with the enthusiastic crowd with ease.

Fukawa imagined many times when he saw Tsushima Hiiragi, what to say to her, "Heart of Eros", "Whirlpool", "Snow and Moon Night", Tsushima Hiiragi's works Fukawa Dong has all seen .

The precocious and lonely Fukawa Fuyu can always feel the warmth of being embraced and the indescribable sadness in Tsushima's words.

With such fantasies and admiration for Tsushima Hiiragi, Toshi Fukawa began to try to write, but he did not expect to publish his first book smoothly and even arouse social reactions.

But whether it is a social sensation or a literary award, these are not things worth caring about for a ten-year-old boy.

He imagined a lot of things to say when he saw Tsushima Hiiragi, but when he actually saw Tsushima, he only watched her back and slowly left.

When the four eyes met, Tsushima's eyes swayed slightly across his body like a dragonfly.

Looking into those eyes, he knew it must be Tsushima Hiiragi, but it was completely different from what he had imagined.

It is also completely different from the kindness and gentleness she showed. Even surrounded by stars and moons, she is out of tune with others.

Her eyes looked like a dove with broken wings struggling and crying, unable to find its way home.

Those are the eyes of a dying man.

Fu Chuan Dong is a coward who obviously admires Tsushima Hiiragi but dare not even talk to her, Sho thought of Genocide, he is different from him.

But it is rare for them to be united in one thing. Fukawa Fuyu loves those cold words of Tsushima Hiiragi.

Genocide Xiang loves her hot blood and beautiful eyes.

"Don't move, it won't hurt soon."

Genocide Sho smiled and approached Tsushima Hiiragi's face, stuffing her blood-stained fingers into his mouth, his smile gradually went wild.

"You are so cute~" The cold scissors slowly slid down against her face.

……

cute?

Tsushima Hiiragi has lived for so many years, and no one has ever used this description to describe her. She subconsciously grasped the wrist of the genocide Sho.

Although everything is fine, but if it hurts or leaves some disabilities, she doesn't want it.

"Huh?" Genocide Xiang looked at her suspiciously, and his immobile wrist made a clicking sound.

"Bang bang bang-"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Oda Sakunosuke's voice came from outside the door: "Miss Tsushima? Mr. Fukawa?"

He seemed to be hesitating outside the door instead of stepping in directly.

No, if things go on like this, Oda Sakunosuke will definitely come in directly.

Genocide Xiang hesitated for a second, but still clenched the scissors tightly. Fu Chuandong tried every means to prevent him from appearing. I don't know if there will be another chance like this.

He was just about to make a move, when Tsushima Hiiragi put his hand on his shoulder, and the Genocide Xiang was taken aback, his head had already been slammed against the cold sink.

Cold water poured into his nostrils, before he could struggle, his head was grabbed hard and hit the marble platform.

What's going on here, the Genocide Xiang, who was staring at the pain, thought dizzily.

Hearing the constant movement from inside, Oda Sakunosuke didn't hesitate and rushed in directly.

The scene inside took him by surprise.

Tsushima Hiiragi fell to the ground with blood stains on his cheeks, and Fukawafuto staggered, leaning on the table, heaved a sigh of relief, and raised the scissors again.

Although he didn't understand what happened, but the current situation did not allow hesitation, Oda Sakunosuke stepped forward in two steps, and strangled Fukawa Fuyu.

"Ms. Fuchuan...?"

When Sho the Genocide still wanted to attack Tsushima Hiiragi, Oda Sakunosuke had no choice but to strike the back of his neck with his hand, and Sho rolled his eyes and passed out.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at his hand in doubt, I didn't use any strength?

When Fukawa Fuyu woke up again, he found himself lying on a soft sofa, Tsushima Hiiragi and Oda Sakunosuke were sitting opposite each other, Tsushima Hiiragi had gauze on his face, his pale face looked panicked and weak.

"This is how the same thing?"

Thinking of something, Fu Chuandong's face gradually turned pale, "Yes... has that guy come out again?"

"What's the 'that guy' you mentioned." Oda Sakunosuke asked him with a serious face, "Do you know what you did just now?"

Ms. Tsushima, holding hot cocoa in her hand, looked at Fukawa Fuyu's pale face, and signaled Oda Sakunosuke to stop talking with her eyes.

"Fuchuan-kun, can you tell me what's going on?" Her voice was still gentle and tolerant.

Fu Chuandong bit his lower lip tightly, "I'm sorry, I've tried very hard to control myself..."

Next, he described to the two his split personality, Genocide Xiang, a murderer who could not control his desire to kill.

Although he hasn't committed any crimes yet, I saw the photos he left behind marked with red markers.Written murder plan.When the silver polished scissors that he carried with him appeared, Fukawa collapsed in fear.

In order to prevent the personality of the perverted murderer from running out, he locked himself in the room and did not go out or sleep.

Various efforts have been made.

"...I thought he wouldn't come out again." Fu Chuandong took off his glasses, covered his face with his hands, and collapsed. "I didn't expect something like this to happen."

"I didn't expect to almost hurt Miss Tsushima."

"I can't help myself." He tugged at his hair. "How can I make him disappear?"

Fu Chuandong buried his head deeply in his knees.

The kid was on the verge of a breakdown.Tsushima Hiiragi looked at his trembling shoulders, and Oda Sakunosuke who was sitting by the side was obviously not good at solving such things, and sat stiffly by the side.

Tsushima Hiiragi stroked the outer edge of the cup with his fingers, "It's okay, it's not your fault."

Fu Chuandong was startled, and raised his head.

"You can't blame you for these things, and you didn't do it." Tsushima Hiiragi looked into his eyes and said slowly: "And you have already made efforts to prevent him from coming out, haven't you?"

"But I still can't stop him." He broke down and covered his head.

Tsushima Hiiragi didn't answer his words, and turned to look at Oda Sakunosuke who was sitting at a loss at the side.

"Sakunosuke-kun, are you living alone now?"

"um, yes."

For some reason, Oda Sakunosuke, who suddenly mentioned his own head, blinked and replied dryly.

"Sakunosuke-kun, your movements were very nimble just now." Tsushima Hiiragi looked at him with a smile, and gestured with his hand for the movement that he just knocked Fukawa tou unconscious: "That stroke was really cool. "

Fu Chuandong looked at him thoughtfully upon hearing this.

"Hmm... um, is it?" Oda Sakunosuke suddenly understood what Tsushima Hiiragi wanted to say.

Fu Chuandong stood up suddenly, and bowed to him at 90 degrees, "I want to rent with you, please, please take me in."

"If that guy comes out, you can knock me out or get busy, please help me."

"I can do laundry, cook, and pay rent."

Looking at his face, Fu Chuandong added another dose of heavy medicine, "I will pass on all my experience in writing to you."

"Ah good."

Oda Sakunosuke was finally convinced by him.

Such a dramatic development may also be a way to promote inspiration.

Tsushima Hiiragi stood up and walked outside the shop.

Fortunately, Oda Sakunosuke is a regular customer of this store, otherwise, with the level of chaos just now, if something happens again, I don't know what will happen.

It is better not to experience such extraordinary developments in daily life.

Tsushima Hiiragi stood outside the shop and squinted his eyes to look into the distance.

The reflection of the scope should not be seen by ordinary people, but Tsushima Hiiragi is the vision of a heroic spirit.

Clearly.

Are you really worried?Tsushima Hiiragi smiled awkwardly, there should be quite a few people ambushing around this small shop.

If she was in any danger in the bathroom, would Dazai order his men to shoot Fukawa?

Using the power of port Mafia like this, I'm afraid there will be trouble in the future.

Osamu Dazai should know that she is not an ordinary person, and he also knows that she can solve it.

Such a thing cannot kill her.Such a simple thing, which does not need to be called reasoning at all, should be predictable to Dazai.

But he was still afraid, still panicked.Afraid that there is a chance that something will happen to her.

So I would rather mobilize the manpower of the port Mafia and ambush snipers around.

Even if it is difficult to explain at Mori Ogai afterwards.

That's really the quality of a coward.

When you have nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ten thousandths, you are afraid of one ten thousandth failure.

When she got home, Osamu Dazai was still nestling on the sofa just like before she went out, staring at the TV intently, and crackling the game console.

Tsushima Hiiragi took off his coat and put it on the sofa, sat beside him, watching him play games.

The soft sofa collapsed, and Osamu Dazai glanced at her without asking about the wound on her face.

"Go to bed early, don't play games all the time, you won't grow tall." Tsushima Hiiragi patted his head, stood up and walked to the bedroom.

Tsushima Hiiragi acted as if nothing had happened.

Osamu Dazai also acted like he had never done anything.

When Tsushima Hiiragi returned to the bedroom, he lit a cigarette, sat by the window, and looked into the distance silently.

She who used such things to test her calculations.

Also a coward.

Late at night, when the restaurant owner was cleaning, he found a small black box soaked in the sink and stained with soap foam.

"What is this?" He picked it up in doubt.

The black box, which had been soaked in water and was broken, made intermittent electrical current sounds.