Quanzai Cone

Facing Zhijun's oppressive questioning, I wanted to prove my innocence, and I was defending my words in confusion, when suddenly a young man asked for instructions respectfully from outside the office.I shut my mouth in bewilderment, and looked at Zhijun who had not expressed his opinion.

He straightened up and said casually, "Come in."

The heavy door opened.The white-haired boy with light footsteps like a cat-like creature stepped into the dark room, stood still in the center, and bowed his head in greeting.

"Mr. Dazai."

In order to avoid a collision, I stepped aside before he entered the door, and stood quietly behind him obliquely and watched.

Zhijun didn't let me dodge it, I could only try my best to pretend that I didn't exist for a while, clutching my sleeves in embarrassment and looking away.However, the teenage boy who looked only a little older than me was surprisingly steady and didn't give me, the unknown person, any attention.

Zhijun glanced at me calmly, and talked with the boy about the completion of a certain task. As I was listening, I kept receiving illegal words such as "mercenary", "smuggling", and "disposing of corpses", and my expression gradually faded. strangeness.

...I don't seem to know what Zhijun used to do.When I was in the polar region, I was busy with the speed of life and death, and when I returned to Tokyo to be free, I was distracted by him every time, but my lackluster daily experience was almost emptied.

"The Office of the Chief of the Port Mafia"...Port Mafia, Chief.

My feverish mind finally finished parsing these words, and I covered my heart unknowingly, feeling a sense of weakness from the bottom of my heart.

——After learning that the future self was spreading his wings on the verge of execution, he was "surprised" to find that his lover was not too far behind—this is really a heart attack!

The petrified me wandered away, and when I noticed someone approaching, it was too late to get out of the way, so I hurriedly tried my best to sideways and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry I didn't notice..."

Something more incredible than shrinking the body to 15 years old and losing years of memory happened.

A woman with black hair and about the same age as a boy walked quietly across half of my body, walked up to Zhijun and handed several documents with both hands: "Chief, the information you want."

I was stunned.

Witnessing this scene, Zhijun narrowed his eyes slightly, took the document, and waved to the woman who wanted to stand behind him: "I don't have to be on duty today, Xiaoyin, you and Dunjun can go together."

The woman named "Silver" was unexpectedly silent for a moment and lowered her head.

"Yes, chief."

The two who obeyed the order left the office one after the other. When I passed by Yin, I couldn't help trying to pat her on the shoulder. The next second, my hand fell into the air without any hindrance, as if we were standing on top of each other. different time and space.

The office door closed, and silence enveloped the room again.I looked at my hands blankly, and my eyes fell on the metal sculpture that was still thrown in front of the glass wall. I collected myself, walked over to pick it up, and put it back in place.

"I can touch it?" I approached Zhijun as if to prove it, and picked up a pen from the table next to him.

The cold texture really sinks in the palm of my hand, I looked up at him and stretched out my hand.

Zhijun stared at me for a moment, raised his wrist and gently pressed it against my palm, the temperature like cold mist permeated into the skin, it was by no means a false illusion.After a few seconds, he let go and took the pen from my palm.

"Interesting," he commented wistfully.

I intend to find a few more people to verify the status, but Zhijun has already sat back behind the desk and started to deal with the towering pile of paperwork, while ordering me.

"Miss, you haven't explained your origin yet."

The matter of becoming a "ghost" was instantly pushed to the second place, and the sense of danger of being locked by a predator surged up again.

My scalp is numb, and if I can’t explain it intuitively, I can experience the making process of “ghost” for myself right away.

Try to briefly introduce the situation before taking the medicine, and I have repeatedly emphasized: "I really don't know why I suddenly appeared here..."

Zhijun and I are clearly only separated by a desk, but it is as far away as a world away. Looking at him who hangs his head and writes his instructions, I am overwhelmed by unstoppable loss.

My voice became lower and lower: "Zhijun...when you take the antidote, you are by my side."

But after closing our eyes and dazed for a while, everything returned to the original point - we became strangers again.

This is ridiculous.

The confession on the top of the ice peak was still in my ears, and I was stunned suddenly when I thought of my unequivocal oath.

Wait, if you change your mind, this is not the future, but the past...

"What year is it now?" I immediately asked, and immediately denied it, "No, no, Zhijun, how old are you this year?"

Although I didn't ask about the specific relationship between Zhijun and I in the future, the personalities said that I first met Zhijun at the age of 21 in the summer when I was 22.As long as the age is confirmed, it can probably support my guess.

Excited, I couldn't help stepping forward to support the table, biting my lip and staring at him eagerly.

After closing a document and putting it in the completed area, Zhijun finally looked up at me, and replied with a very cooperative smile: "22 years old."

He thoughtfully added a sentence.

"It's the beginning of May."

Facing him with a face of "see what kind of nonsense you make up", my first reaction was not depression.

At the beginning of May, spring has come to an end... There are only three months left before our first meeting.

Said "I must come to you sooner", and finally made him wait alone for seven years.

The 22-year-old Zhijun doesn't remember this agreement at all, and maintains a faint smile calmly and calmly, but my mind is full of his 15-year-old smile without haze under the polar dawn.

Blinking my dry eyes, I held back my sadness and apologized softly.

"...I'm sorry, Ji-kun. I'm so late."