Quanzai Cone

total darkness.

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't help being confused, subconsciously touched my throat with my right hand, and swallowed twice.

The feeling of the bitter and cold "restorative" potion slipping through the esophagus still remains, but there is no sign of memory recovering, and I, who was lying on the hospital bed, still appear here inexplicably...

His eyes adjusted to the darkness a little, and he brought the furnishings of the room into his sight.

The pitch-black walls, pitch-black floor, and even the air seemed pitch-black because of the breath of "death". Even if the interior decoration and furniture were all expensive and luxurious high-end antiques, they couldn't neutralize the gloomy and lonely atmosphere.

It's not because the lights are off.

I frowned uncomfortably, took a step back, and reached down to touch my waist.I don’t have anything, which is a matter of course. After returning to Mihua Town, Tokyo, most of the weapons were stored in the warehouse. I have lost my memory and I don’t have the habit of being ready to fight at any time, so I don’t deliberately hide a dagger on my body.Anyway, I have been staying at Dr. Ali's house waiting for Shiho to develop an antidote, so there is no need to be vigilant.

Today, reality sneers and teaches me that this idea is too naive.

No, no matter what, even if the antidote fails, there shouldn't be a "teleportation" result.

The absurd development made me think about the possibility of losing my memory for the second time. My eyes wandered and landed on the seat not far in front of me.The wide back of the chair blocked the inquiring, I tilted my head and glanced quietly, and was startled by the figure quietly crouching on the desk.

The closed and dark environment does not allow me to identify the specific clothes of the person, because it is in a prone position, and the face cannot be seen clearly. I can only barely confirm that it is a male with black hair and black clothes.

I immediately thought of Zhijun, but I quickly denied myself.

That person was much taller than me, and Zhijun, who took the antidote with me, was wearing a moon-white sweater, so he could spot it at a glance in the dark...

After excluding this option, my hairs stood on end, and my thoughts turned to the murder scene uncontrollably—forgive me, after I arrived in Tokyo, I went out a few times, but every time I ran into a murder case, I really can’t blame my conditioned reflex.

I subconsciously looked around to find Kudo-kun, and after a few seconds, I stopped in embarrassment and shook my head annoyed.

I took another step back, leaning against the bookshelf full of books behind me, I moved to the corner step by step against it, trying to go around the room to reach the door, and go out to see the situation outside.

Turning the corner, I picked up a small decorative metal sculpture from the low table, and the back changed from a bookshelf to cold glass.The glass products embedded in the wall in the room usually remind of windows immediately, but the glass that seems to occupy the entire wall behind me is opaque, which makes people wonder what it is used for.

I held my breath, moved halfway smoothly, and suddenly heard a very slight sound.It was the sound of a circuit being connected, right behind me.

My eyes widened suddenly, and I froze in place in a funny posture, letting the glass behind me open the gate of light, letting the warm glow of dusk pour over my body.

Someone chuckled.

After all, the polar adventure made me grow a lot. I came back to my senses in a flash, and while terrified, I raised the small sculpture, trying to catch people first: "Don't move!"

[Swordsman! 】I don't know how many times I called other personalities in my heart, but there was still no response.

I focused my attention on the source of the laughter, which was behind the desk——

The young man who pushed away the armchair and got up had a familiar face that I would never mistake.The youthful innocence has completely faded from the corners of his eyes and brows, and his stature has grown a lot, but he is still abnormally thin.

Zhijun was wearing a black suit and a coat of the same color. The long dark red scarf swayed as he turned to face me, like a fish wagging its tail in the water.

I let go of my guard in an instant, threw away the small sculpture and ran towards him with a smile on my face: "Zhijun!"

"I thought it wasn't you! It seems that only your antidote has worked, and I still haven't recovered my memory...Because I haven't grown taller in the past ten years, and it's hard to judge whether my body has changed back..." I was thinking As he spoke, he naturally reached out to hug him, "Where is this place? Isn't it at Dr. Ali's house?"

Zhijun leaned back slightly to avoid my hand, looked down at me with a strange and unfamiliar look, smiled slightly, and asked, "Did the antidote not work? What do you remember?"

I paused and looked up at him in confusion: "Zhijun?"

Still in that ambiguous tone: "Do you remember how you got here?"

I let go of my hand, took two steps back slowly, and put away my smile.

The person in front of me is not like Zhijun, and Zhijun would never have such an attitude towards me; the person in front of me is Zhijun, and my intuition reminds me that, except for growing up a little, he is the same person as the "Dazai Osamu" I know.

The strange situation baffled me.

"I don't understand..." I muttered, and couldn't help but look around, "Am I dreaming? Or, Zhi-kun, have you lost your memory? Umbrella's new trick?"

In Yu Guangli, a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows captures the scenery outside the building in one fell swoop, smoked red, rose purple, ethereal green... Under the evening sky that is intertwined and rendered layer by layer, there is the friendly and unfamiliar street scene of Yokohama, the blue sea surrounds the port, all the way stretch to the horizon.

Yokohama? !

I was dumbfounded, and threw myself to the window to stare back and forth for a few minutes, my brain was churned into a mess.

Will the antidote be long enough to transport me from Tokyo to Yokohama?And I'm still conscious, so it's not like I don't feel it after such a toss!

"Be careful, the window is very dangerous." The youthful Zhijun warned lightly, and when he pressed a certain mechanism, the glass wall immediately returned to its dark appearance.

"Snapped".

The candlesticks on the walls of the house are all lit up, and even if they outline the outlines of various places, the ubiquitous shadows still cannot be dispelled.Zhijun leaning on the desk seemed to be the source of this shadow, staring at me with his unshielded iris-colored right eye, and a polite smile floated on his lips.

"This is the office of the head of the port mafia. Generally speaking, no one is allowed to enter without permission." He asked me in a mild tone, "Miss, how did you bypass all the guards and sneak into my side?"