Write well, don't fight

The sun is shining brightly, and the fine dust floats up and down in the morning light.

The weather is so sunny today!Wei Xia sat comfortably on the chair, flipping through the "Rashomon" she bought page by page.

The text is slender and exquisite, and the content is cold and sharp, like a scoop of extremely cold ice water being poured down, instantly washing away the dust in my heart.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and her white fingertips gently slid over the ink characters printed on the paper. The fragrance of ink lingering around her body made her feel relaxed.

Only literature is free from prejudice, irrespective of nationality, race, gender, it is open to all, and in the world of words, can one obtain complete freedom of mind.

Next time you see Mr. Akutagawa, you must apologize!And suggest to Mr. Akutagawa his other works.

Thinking of this, Wei Xia imagined the scene of being surrounded by famous works in the future, and suddenly felt that his whole body was full of energy!

Detective agency: ...don't...don't...

"boom!"

The door was pushed open vigorously, and uninvited men in black suits with guns rushed in, causing the busy crowd to turn back quickly.

"I'm sorry, I knew it was a detective agency, but I forgot to make an appointment in advance and forgot to knock on the door."

The man wearing a monocle and a bow tie looked like a gentleman of the last century, but his words were full of provocation. He raised his finger forward, and the armed forces behind him rushed over instantly, "Please don't mind, the matter It will be over soon."

A few wisps of green smoke drifted from the window, and Atsushi Nakajima looked up.

Is it a detective agency? !

why? !

Without caring so much, he hurried up the stairs and threw his luggage directly on the street.

Tanizaki Naomi pulled the girl with a flowery head to hide under the desk. She was keenly aware of the trembling of the hands she was holding, and whispered comfortingly: "Weixia sauce, don't worry, brother and others are very powerful!"

"Ugh... I... I trust them but..."

The girl trembled more and more until she saw that the seat she was sitting on was cut in half with a knife and pierced through several holes by dense bullets, and she finally couldn't help it.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The ear-piercing scream rang out again, piercing everyone's eardrums, and the Earth Shaker trembled involuntarily for a moment.

Tanizaki Naomi was also taken aback by the scream, and when she regained her senses, she found that the girl had rushed out at some point.

"Vicia Sauce!"

"They are the Black Lizards, the armed forces of the Port Mafia. It is dangerous for you to go out!"

"Rashomon! My Rashomon!...you pay for my Rashomon!!!"

The girl held a kitchen knife in her left hand that she didn't know when she pulled it out, and she directly raised a chair in her right hand and threw it at it.

"How dare you use the name of Mr. Hirotsu's masterpiece of tragic novel "Black Lizard", and dare to destroy the first book I bought by Mr. Akutagawa! You bastard!!!"

Anger was burning.

The girl met the dull eyes of the middle-aged man without fear, and raised her voice instead: "The waning moon refuses to show its face, and the stars flicker like elves. The dark side of the city can't help but make people feel deep and depressed. Even the lights, which are the symbol of the city that never sleeps, seem to be infected with the gloomy and chilling atmosphere of this winter and appear dim."

"Mr. Hirotsu's other work "Imado Love Death" uses a small social event to describe the psychology of the characters in a profound and detailed way. Why do you use the title of Mr. Hirotsu's work if you can write such words!!! "

"Have you ever paid the copyright fee?! Have you ever paid the borrowing fee! I'm going to the Culture and Industry Administration Bureau to sue you for copyright infringement!"

Atsushi Nakajima, who hurried up the stairs and pushed open the crumbling door of the detective agency, saw an old-school gentleman-like man rolling up his robe and jumping out of the window.

And the mafia lying around...

Atsushi Nakajima: ...It seems... Maybe a detective agency is more dangerous?

He caught sight of the weeping girl squatting on the ground next to the broken books, covering her face and moving over step by step, carefully handing out tissues.

"Whoa, Rashomon, my Rashomon...Mr. Nakajima?! You came just in time! "Rashomon" is gone, don't you still have your "Shanyue Ji"!"

Wei Xia grabbed the white-haired boy's hands, and stared eagerly at the boy whose face turned pale instantly.

Atsushi Nakajima: ...the eyes for help are turned to other people

Everyone in the Detective Agency: Uniform lowered his head and pretended nothing happened.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was dragged to the table to sit down and watched in horror as the girl closed her eyes and was about to begin to chant affectionately, cried out in despair.

Mr. Dazai, where are you? !Help!

The author has something to say:

Where is Osamu Dazai, whose outlook on life and the world has been severely hit?

The wind is rustling, the river is cold, and Dazai jumps into the river, never to return...

The paper was flying, and the middle-aged man, who had no regard for the etiquette of the past, rolled up his sleeves and wrote: old man... old man is also possible! ! !

Port Logistics Department: Why are the paper, ink, pens and inkstones consumed so quickly recently... It depends on you, the leader, to stop the adults with writing syndrome!

If this continues, the port mafia will go bankrupt!