On How To Teach Gravity To Diss A Blackhearted Boss

Dizzy.

I turned over in a daze, feeling as if my mind was completely muddled.

The heavy curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could come in.Opening my eyes and looking at the dark room, I was a little confused about the situation for a while.

I wanted to sit up but felt numb all over my body, and even the arms I raised when I wanted to rub my forehead were sore and limp.

Is it morning right now?

I glanced at the closed bedroom door, leaned against the head of the bed, touched the remote control on the bedside table, and turned on the TV.

I took out a piece of chocolate from the space and gnawed it. I watched the volleyball match on TV with a lack of interest.

The young and energetic high school students were jumping and running on the bright volleyball court, and the surging enthusiasm and vitality infected the audience unconsciously.

I rubbed my head again, I still feel a little confused.

I just remember last night Dazai asked us to buy drinks, so we went to a bar that was crazy expensive he asked for...

……

Oh, we met Mr. Nakahara here.

What are you doing, did Osamu Dazai do it on purpose?There are so many bars in a place like Yokohama, can this happen?

that bar...

I found out yesterday when I was scurrying around the lobby pouring drinks, this bar has too much mafia.Another idiot saw me wandering around alone and tried to drug me.Tsk... Did Dazai go to make trouble?

I changed the channel and stared at the TV in boredom, slowly stimulating the memory of last night.

I mixed the wine, and...emmm...Chuya disgusted Mr. Nakahara and left.

I asked Chuya to bring me a cake.At this time, a few guests who were bartending with me at the long table before passed by. They were drinking their own wine and glanced at the untouched wine that I put in front of them...

Ah, I pretended to be calm with a swollen face, picked up the wine and drank it... drank it... and then...

Uh... I don't think I've woken up yet, I'll think about it later!

"...disappeared overnight..."

The sound of the TV caught my attention a little.

What the hell?Why are bus stops disappearing?Billboards and stop signs are gone, but the benches remain forlornly in place.

I looked at the flat hole in the video, and felt that it didn't look like it was violently demolished at night, but it looked like a masterpiece of Yokohama's special ability.

I sighed and shook my head. It seems that Yokohama's library of urban anecdotes has increased again.

"Click."

Chuya pushed the door open and walked in, met my eyes and turned on the bedroom light.

"You're awake, is there any discomfort? Do you have a headache?" He also leaned over and touched my forehead.

"No, it's just dizziness, probably because I drank too much yesterday."

"..."

Zhong also looked at my face a few times: "Do you still remember what you did yesterday?"

It is rare for me to ask me that.

I gnawed on the bread with my hand, and I had a bad premonition.

"I... I can't remember at the moment... What am I doing?"

Zhong also stared at me complicatedly, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt even more panicked.

"Don't hang me! Say it!"

Chuya turned his head to avoid my eyes, as if he was a little unhappy.

But his eyes became subtle after scanning the TV.

"Do you want to see what's more in your space?"

The mouth that chewed the bread paused, and after a while, I swallowed it with difficulty.

—The villain was myself!

I seem to be adding to Yokohama's ghost stories again...Look at this billboard, it's...long and wide_(:з」∠)_

"You... You insisted on waiting for the bus to go home yesterday. I told you that the bus was out of service at night, so you took the stop sign away, saying that the bus is coming, so you don't have to run after the bus."

Zhong also understood my doubts, disgusted and recounted my coquettish operation last night without mercy.

I:……

Carve a boat and ask for a sword, it really belongs to me.

I cover my face.After a while, he stammered and continued: "Then why is there... a locomotive?"

Although I didn't say it directly, I had an intuition that this was the car that Mr. Zhongyuan leaned against yesterday...

Zhong also sighed, sounding helpless.

"I said it wasn't my car, and you insisted it was, let me take you for a ride. I said no key, you're upset and took the car away. And said 'then no one rides it!' what can I do……"

I pulled the quilt over my face, feeling a little hopeless.

I don't know if Mr. Zhongyuan found out that his car is gone... He should have already found out.But...do you want to pay him back?

The gangster's conscience found out that returning the stolen goods... so embarrassing.

"Remember anything else?" Nakaya pulled the quilt up under my chin and stared at my face.

I looked at him strangely, always feeling as if he was... expecting something?

"I don't remember, but you can tell me what you want to ask." I replied honestly and sincerely.

"Ah, well..." Zhong also went to the window and pulled the curtains, "I just think you've never been in the picture, and last night you looked different than usual."

It also seems to make sense.

I turned off the TV and got up from the bed.It was only when he stood on the ground that he felt the weakness all over his body again.

"...Chuya," I stared at him blankly, "Did I run 800 meters last night?"

Unexpectedly, Chuya walked out of the bedroom door without stopping, and gave me a straight look.

"How could it be? You just watched the flowers under the moon and inspected the entire courtyard. You picked off the living flowers and tore them into pieces and threw them into the water. For a long time."

By the way, he passionately planted flowers all over his head, and told him to use flowers as a matchmaker to welcome the bride...

"In the end, I jumped into the pond and went diving with the koi carp that's so big that it can't be stewed in a pot."

Chuya looked back at me from the living room with an embarrassed face: "Do you know how long I've been brushing your hair?"

"..."

What to do, I want Chuya to lose his memory.And why does it sound like a lie to me... I've never been drunk, okay?

But from what he said, I seem to have turned on my drama skills after being drunk, and I sang "Flower as a Match"... He couldn't make it up even if he wanted to?

I tidied up in the bedroom and walked out in distress, and was taken to the street for dinner by Zhongye.

**

"I'm going to Yokohama later, why don't you stay in Tokyo first." Chuya suddenly said that while I was eating.

"What's wrong?" I vaguely felt that something happened.

"There is a trace of the second space-type supernatural being that Osamu Dazai was looking for." Nakaya looked at me with a surprised look and smiled, "But the mackerel was caught by the port mafia, I received a call in the morning, go and have a look gone."

In this case... I also want to...

The phone vibrated, and I took it out and looked at it and couldn't help complaining: "Tsk, let me buy this snack for Ranbu... Well, it seems that everyone doesn't want me to go to Yokohama so soon today."

I also waved to Zhong: "Let's go, let's go, I'll go there later."

……

"Guest?" The storekeeper saw that I had been in a daze for a long time, and couldn't help but express concern for me.

I look away from their freezer door: "It's okay."

Walking on the street towards the pastry shop hand-picked by Luanbu, I absent-mindedly looked at the pedestrians on both sides of the road.

I didn't pay attention to the bright light at home, but in the normal light outside, in the reflection on the freezer door... I looked pale and ugly, as if recovering from a serious illness.

There is no response at all.

……

I walked forward in thought, and almost bumped into someone accidentally, so I quickly took two steps back to avoid him.

A foreign young man wearing a thick white hat looked at me apologetically: "Sorry."

I shook my head: "I was distracted, sorry."

The slender and weak boy like Dongxue opened his purple eyes and said warmly: "Miss has a serious complexion, she probably has troubles, it's not your fault."

I glanced at the thick clothes he was wearing in such a spring, and responded: "You don't look well, go back and rest early."

He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, lowering his eyes and looking at a ginger cat beside the road.

I bypassed him, intending to leave directly.

"Can you please tell me how to get to Yokohama?" His low voice came from the side, so soft that it almost disappeared in the wind.

I stopped, and sighed slightly in my heart.

"I can take you to the station to take the tram," I motioned him to follow, "maybe you still have time to have dinner in Yokohama."

"Sir, have you booked a hotel in Yokohama? If not, I suggest you book a hotel on the tram, get off the tram and go straight there."

I looked at his thin body and said with pity: "The night in Yokohama is very dangerous."

"Well, thank you..." He replied vaguely, not knowing what he was thinking with his head down, and suddenly he pursed his lips and looked at me, "Does my accent sound strange?"

"No," I looked away and shook my head, "No. Your accent and grammar make it hard for me to recognize that you are a foreigner just by your voice."

"That's it. I haven't learned Japanese for a long time, so it's best if it sounds okay," he looked at me and smiled, "I was worried that I might have to communicate in English."

My look became subtle: "No, I suggest not. I'm afraid your English and the English of the natives are two languages."

He smiled suddenly, obviously understanding what I meant.After laughing twice, he put his fist against his chin, his face turned slightly red, and there was a glint of water in his eyes.

Um?I thought he was pretending to be sick?This body is worse than mine.

I looked at this "Sister Lin" with a much more loving look.

"Is Miss from Tokyo?"

"No, I'm from Yokohama. If you have any questions, maybe I can answer them." I absent-mindedly scanned the passers-by and clutched the phone in my pocket.

"This is my first time in Yokohama... As you can see, I'm not in good health, so I rarely go out. I can't think of any problems for the time being."

I:……

Isn't this implying that I think of something to tell you?

"It's nothing, sir, your clothes look like people from the northern country." A sick Siberian hamster.

"Yokohama is still very livable, except that it is a bit noisy at night - are you traveling? Remember to find a hotel with good sound insulation. Or stay away from the city center..." I glanced at the material of his clothes, "but don't too far."

"No, I have to come here because of work."

"Well, it won't last for a few days, remember not to go out at night."

"There are many mafia in Yokohama who go out at night, especially the leading port mafia. You are good-looking and rich, so you don't want to be targeted as a fat sheep."

"Mmm...Miss, you just said that Yokohama is very livable." The sickly beautiful boy looked at me with puzzled and reproachful eyes, and even this kind of complaining expression was extraordinarily beautiful.

It's a pity that beauty doesn't get preferential treatment here... except in China.

"Yeah, she's messy," I smiled at him, "so...livable too."

He tilted his head suspiciously, and I moved my eyes away and coughed lightly.

"understood."

He moved his eyes and smiled: "My partner seems to be quite large, so it should be fine."

He stopped and looked at me from the lamp post outside the station, his thick cloak flapping in the wind.The inexplicable curvature of the smile on his lips made me feel holy and compassionate.

"Thank you for the soft-hearted lady."

"May the grace of the Lord bless you in safety in the law you seek."

"Tuosi?" A tall man in a thin cloak sat beside him.

"My suggestion is, please leave now."

Dostoevsky continued to nibble on his nails, not paying any attention to his best friend.

"Ah, you know the clown will definitely refuse," Gogol replied with a smile, "Since I am the target, how can I be absent?"

Tuosi didn't care, just stared at the shadow of the trees retreating rapidly outside the tram, his purple eyes were as blurred as fog.

"The fire and the wood are here, but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?"

**

I anxiously dialed Dazai's number several times but couldn't get through.I called Chuya instead, but it didn't work either!

"If Luanbu can't get through, I..."

"Mosimoxi..."

pass!

"Mr. Ranpo! I can't get through to Dazai and Chuya." Hearing Ranpo's relaxed and normal voice, I seemed to be a little relieved. "Just now there was a young man who was probably Russian. He looked about 20 years old. Dai Bai..."

"I know," Ranpo interrupted me, "he has come to Yokohama?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then a little unhappy in my heart.Sure enough, everyone kept it from me, even Zhong Zhong didn't tell me.

"Yes, I just got on the tram. I suspect that he is related to the port mafia, but I'm not sure if he misled me on purpose." I thought about his words and deeds just now and the eyes that made me very resistant, " Or I'll kill him!"

"Can you still find him now?" Ranpo asked me angrily.

I sensed the fixed point in the space, and found that I really couldn't find it on him.

Before I could speak, Ranpo directed me in a commanding tone: "Don't come to Yokohama."

I was stunned: "What?"

"Don't come to Yokohama until you can sense your fixed point."

The moment he said this, I clearly realized that I lost contact with the entire Yokohama fixed point.

It's not the feeling of being suddenly destroyed by Dazai's ability, nor is it the feeling of being damaged by external forces and becoming weak.

It's just that I've lost touch with them.

That's terrible.

The bar that Dazai chose last night; he was captured by the port mafia; asked Chuya to rush to Yokohama but dragged me in Tokyo; my sickness and Chuya's did not respond...

My face must be even uglier, if this is the request of the detective agency...

"I see, Mr. Ranpo."

Hanging up the phone, I walked back to the dessert shop I was going to in silence, alone among the laughing crowd.