In Shimokutagawa, the name is...

Waking up from a dream in a daze, Atsushi Nakajima could still hear the crackling rainstorm and the occasional gust of wind coming from the window even though he was sleeping in the closet. He took out his mobile phone and saw that he had already arrived at work It's time.

When he and Izumi Kyouka pushed open the door of the detective agency with an umbrella, the soothing and soft music floated into his eardrums. A young man sitting on the piano bench with his eyes slightly closed, completely intoxicated by the sound of the piano.

The young man's soft hands brushed over the black and white keys, like an extremely elegant Persian cat walking in the garden, the sound of the piano flowing out of his hands like water, and the delicate and gentle night instantly enveloped the whole space. It was pouring rain, but the room was like a quiet and deep night. On a starless night, the dreamy piano sound sent people into a sweet dreamland.

The young man's body was shaking slightly, he closed his eyes and played the tune quietly, a string of light vibrato was like pearls with broken strings, falling softly on the marble floor, trembling like dewdrops that hadn't evaporated in the morning Flowing majestically into the soil.

The soothing chords of the left hand bring a sense of tranquility to the whole piece. It seems that anyone who hears his piano sound seems to have returned to his mother's arms and fell asleep quietly in the soft singing, returning to the most quiet secret in the heart place.Atsushi Nakajima couldn't bear to interrupt the other party's playing, he looked around quietly, the detective agency was uncharacteristically quiet to the extreme, even Osamu Dazai, who always lay on the sofa, sat up straight and closed his eyes to listen to this song. A beautiful and gentle nocturne.

The sound of the piano left in the long and gradually lower chords, as if ending a gentle and slightly sad dream.

The young man opened his eyes, he stroked the keys gently, and a very shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although he has the same face as Akutagawa Ryunosuke here, Nakajima Atsushi feels that the other party and the music seem to be integrated, and even the smile at the corner of his mouth is extremely gentle, which is basically impossible to appear on the face of Akutagawa Ryunosuke The expression on the face is not at all inconsistent with the youth.

The young man exhaled slowly, stood up, nodded politely to Atsushi Nakajima, then sat on the sofa and picked up a pen and paper to write something.

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't hold back his curiosity and walked over. He saw the pen skillfully and deftly drawing all kinds of tadpoles, which made him look dazed.The young man raised his eyes, and his face regained his previous calm: "Can you please step aside a little bit, it's a bit blocking the light."

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Atsushi Nakajima took a step back reflexively, he suddenly remembered something, and pointed at the piano: "Wait, what's the situation with that piano?!"

"The request I said yesterday." The young man looked at him calmly, "If you can't give me a good enough piano, then I'm sorry, as a pianist, I can't bear the days when I don't even have a piano."

"Have you forgotten, it was you who said that if I stay here, there may be a way for me to go back." The young man said, "And Mr. Nakahara Chuya doesn't seem to want to let the piano stay with him."

In fact, it is entirely because the supernatural ability seems to be a random exchange with the parallel world's own soul, but since the owner of the ability is dead, and that ability acts on the soul of Akutagawa that has been exchanged, Dazai can only try it in the next exchange Can you use Disqualification from Human World to nullify that ability?

In addition, Nakahara couldn't bring the current Akutagawa back to the port of Mafia, and the other party insisted on staying with the piano, so he could only hope that the original Akutagawa would come back sooner.

"So, now this Akutagawa will stay with us until we go back?" Atsushi Nakajima raised his voice involuntarily.Although he knew that this Akutagawa was not that Akutagawa, seeing Akutagawa Ryunosuke's face every day was totally out of his control.

"You always seem to forget the fact that I'm not another Akutagawa." Akutagawa said, carefully folding the paper in his hand and putting it in his pocket, "Actually, I'm a little curious, what kind of identity am I in this world? , will make you so frightened."

Atsushi Nakajima: ...he struggled for a long time, but he tried to use a slightly euphemistic language to inform the other party of the fact that he is a vicious mafia in this world.The young man quietly listened to his narration, and put his pen to his chin thoughtfully.

"So, is it because of being taken away by different people?"

Seeing Atsushi Nakajima's curious eyes, he put down his pen: "Do you want to hear about my past?"

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help his curiosity, and other members of the detective agency also surrounded him curiously. Even Doppo Kunikida put down his work and came here in the name of understanding the differences in parallel worlds.

"I did live in the slums when I was a child, but a serious illness had to run out of the slums to try to get medicine and I passed out when I was rescued by my husband..." Akutagawa briefly talked about this past, "Mr. A very, very good pianist. At the beginning, he just wanted me to learn the piano to make a living, but then he made an exception and accepted me as a student because he thought I had a certain talent for the piano. After that, I went to Paris with my husband. My affirmation is my greatest honor, and I have decided to follow Mr.'s footsteps forever and dedicate my life to the great cause of music!"

When it comes to the last, the young man's black eyes are shining like flames of persistence, and everyone who knows who Akutagawa has been taken away from this world casts their gazes without leaving a trace on the smiling eyes but not smiling. On the man in the black windbreaker, the meaning is self-evident.

Following everyone's gaze, the young man moved to the man. He seemed to think for a few seconds, and asked, "Looking at you, the me in this world was taken away by... this... Mr.?"

He looked at Osamu Dazai for a few seconds, and then frowned in confusion: "It's completely incomprehensible why the me in this world was taken away by this gentleman. Is the me in this world with such bad eyesight?"

This man who looks romantic but doesn't have the slightest elegance in music, is he blind in this world?

Osamu Dazai was sized up with disgust by his disciple's face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was almost uncontrollable: "... Akutagawa-kun, don't you mind if I call you that?" He saw the young man nodded, "I Curious how 'great' the gentleman who took you was?"

The word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, mixed with a trace of deliberate malice: "After all, there is no basis for Akutagawa-kun's words alone."

Akutagawa frowned slightly. As a pianist, he had been trained by his husband to have a sensitive and delicate mind, so he naturally sensed the slightest bit of malice in the other party's words that could not be ignored.He stood up and walked towards the piano.

His hands rested lightly on the keys.

The crisp sound of the piano sounded like the clear ticking of the hour hand in the morning.Then, the crisp and melodious timbre and overtones formed a series of vivid hour hand beeps.

The fingers run smoothly and quickly on the keys at a speed that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye, and a series of dexterous scales emerge, like jumping water drops getting faster and faster, but the particles are distinct, tick-tick-tick Like raindrops hitting the smooth ground.

Gently shaking the wrist, playing with the left and right hands alternately, playing on the 88 keys closely and continuously, a series of compact chords emerge, while the right hand is still beating in the high-pitched area, outlining a changing and complex melody.

Afterwards, when the brilliant melody with the characteristics of dance music sounded, afterimages of the young man's fingers had overlapped. He was staring at the keys with all his attention, and a series of chords gushed out in an instant, making people dizzy and unable to tell which one was which. Which finger is real and which finger is a phantom, the galloping sound stream is like an accelerating second hand, spewing fine and continuous droplets of water towards everyone without stopping.

Until the last crisp chord resounding like jade and stone sounded, the young man exhaled lightly, and he moved his fingers that were a little sore due to too fast.Turning around, I saw that everyone's eyes widened, and they were completely stunned.

"This is the etude my husband made. He moved the piece that could only be played on the violin to the piano." Akutagawa took a breath, even though he had practiced for many years, he had already played it before. After playing this piece after a piece, I couldn't help but sweat a little.

But the effect was astonishing, Akutagawa looked with satisfaction at the people who were completely speechless with their mouths slightly open, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised a small arc.

“先生名为弗朗茨·李斯特”他用一种自豪般的口吻说道，“被誉为钢琴之王。”作者有话要说：李斯特不愧是魔鬼钢琴家（听了也看了弹奏他的练习曲的钢琴演奏后悲惨地发觉如果是自己那么手指毫无疑问会断掉的……）感谢在2020-03-2822:55:35~2020-03-2923:37:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~感谢投出地雷的小天使：我于万物之中1个；感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：走到句号1瓶；非常感谢大家对我的支持，我会继续努力的！