Write well, don't fight

In the summer day, there is a dull heat, and the cicada hides under the shade of the green leaves, shouting resentment towards the red sun in the sky.Pedestrians on the street either held up parasols to completely block themselves or hid under the sheds on top of street shops, blending with the shadows.

This dull atmosphere is like chattering flies hovering and buzzing above the heart.Even in the indoor detective agency, the oppressive atmosphere is like hot water that is about to reach boiling point, and boiling white mist may be sprayed out in the next second.

The friction between the tripartite organizations was almost at a fever pitch. If there was a piece of wood with sparks on it, it would definitely explode in the next moment.Of the three organizations, only one can survive.

This is a life-and-death situation, so even though he was blown by the cool air, Atsushi Nakajima still looked worried.Because of Quan Jinghua's disappearance, he blamed his own inaction.

I am really not a qualified animal trainer... Atsushi Nakajima smiled wryly in his heart, he still couldn't adapt to his abilities, white tiger, white tiger, he still couldn't really tame it.

The experience of the past ten years brought him not only physical scars, but also a sensitive and humble heart that was tortured.He still lives honestly without knowing any reason, the white tiger is his ability, or it is himself.

Whether he tamed the white tiger, or the white tiger assimilated him.This is probably not yet conclusive, he just doesn't believe that he is a pearl, but he is delusional that he may be able to refine it into jade.He can only use resentment and shame to feed his cowardly self-esteem and arrogant shame. What is the difference between him who is humiliated by the white tiger and the white tiger in essence?

Atsushi Nakajima lowered his head, and from his perspective, he could just see the books wrapped in plain covers in the drawer.Gently rubbing the words "Mountain and Moon" with his fingers, the white-haired boy who was tortured himself was suddenly shrouded in a shadow.

Atsushi Nakajima raised his head, the girl was wearing a light-colored long dress, and the ribbon floating on her chest was like soft water waves.The girl smiled and asked, "Mr. Nakajima, have you finished reading the book I borrowed from you?"

what book?Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a while and then suddenly realized that the "Rashomon" that was forced by the girl when he fell into self-doubt had not yet been returned to the girl.Atsushi Nakajima carefully looked around at the other people in the detective agency, then turned his body in an arc and took out the book from the bottom of the drawer to the girl quickly to block the sight of others.

Wei Xia took the book and smiled after glancing at the "Mountain and Moon" in the boy's drawer: "Nakajima-kun's Mountain and Moon is also based on historical themes, is it influenced by Mr. Akutagawa's works?"

Atsushi Nakajima jumped up reflexively and waved his hands again and again: "It's not...ah no...I mean...I haven't read Akutagawa...'s works when I wrote it."

"That's really an interesting coincidence. Also injecting new wine into old bottles with historical themes is also about anxiety and troubles about survival."

Wei Xia smiled happily. She thought of something, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Speaking of which, Mr. Nakajima, how far has your research on Tanmei School gone?"

Atsushi Nakajima didn't know why: "What... Danmei school..."

Wei Xia blinked, and his eyes were filled with warm soft light as always: "Didn't you study Danmei writers specially? For example, Mr. Junichiro Tanizaki..."

Junichiro Tanizaki looked blank: What?

The black long-haired girl pounced on Tanizaki Junichiro's ear and snorted, "Does Oni-chan like Tanmei so much? Do you dislike Naomi as a girl?"

"Ah, no, I don't dislike... Naomi is too close..."

"That's right! I almost forgot!" Wei Xia clapped his hands suddenly, and the whole detective agency immediately looked nervously and nervously at the inexplicably excited girl. Wei Xia looked at the white-haired boy with bright eyes, "Nakajima-san, The previous "Study of Mori Ogai" has already been finished!"

Dazai Osamu who knows who Mori Ogai is, Yosano Akiko, and Fukuzawa Yukichi who just came out: ... Mori Ogai research? !

Atsushi Nakajima immediately felt the serious or meaningful gazes cast by those three people, and waved his hands in a panic: "No, I didn't... I didn't study Mori Ogai..."

Wei Xia tilted his head, nodded again, and said with a clear face: "But Nakajima-kun is still used to writing skepticism, and he deserves to be called the modern Mr. 'Kokutagawa Ryunosuke'!"

The sky thunder crackled, and Atsushi Nakajima sat on his seat. One minute later, he squatted down silently and hid under the table.

Sure enough, I am dreaming today...