The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

[This is a dilapidated room. 】

[There is a turquoise wall covering on the top of the wall, and there are only mottled original embryos below.You open your mouth and feel something just being swallowed down your throat.The subtle touch that remains in the mouth makes your scalp tingle almost instinctively. 】

【You don't know how you got here.You can only guess, it seems that someone... has kidnapped you. 】

Oda Miyuki heard a voice, as if speaking in her head.It should be a young man, reading a sentence without beginning and end, as if telling the beginning of a novel.

She was a little dizzy, but she seemed to be lucid again.This feeling is very subtle, as if her own consciousness is already awake, but the "body" used at this time still maintains a chaotic and vague sense.

"...Unfortunately, miss, you will not have the opportunity to see the police again."

Then she heard a male voice, this time it sounded real in her ears.The voice seems a little familiar, or...

Quite familiar.

After saying this, the unknown man stood in front of her for a while, then walked away.

After a few seconds, the power controlling her body disappeared as if it had never existed.

Oda Miyuki opened his eyes.

In her vision, which was not completely clear, she vaguely saw a corner of something like a fur cloak flashing by.In addition to the feeling of weakness and stiffness in her limbs, she found herself sitting on the ground with her feet tied together and her hands tied behind her back.

Oda Miyuki: "..."

No matter what the situation is, if she wants to get up now and catch up with the suspected kidnapper who just walked away, she can only think about it.

The girl struggled with her hands behind her back, and found that the rope was tied too tightly.In addition, perhaps due to the sequelae of stiff limbs, the degree of bending of her two arms is not as flexible as usual.

All right, she thought.Turn your attention from "how to get yourself out of trouble immediately" and "who is that person" to this small room.

Just like the description I heard when I just woke up, this is indeed a dilapidated small room.The room didn't even have a normal window, except for a palm-sized ventilation hole near the roof, which was located diagonally opposite the room, and an open door could be seen.

Or maybe it's not tight at all.

In short, it looked like a long-abandoned building, such as a single-family house or a temporary warehouse.A beam of sunlight coming in through the crack of the door may feel like morning or dusk.

Oda Miyuki looked around the room, and then began to search for something that might help.A few minutes later, she saw a protruding piece of broken metal at the bottom of the opposite wall.

It feels fairly sharp, at least it can be used to sharpen a rope.

The body still lacked strength, but Oda Miyuki never waited for recovery.Judging by the way she was tied up, even if she rested for a while, it would only make the blood circulation in her hands and feet more difficult.

She stretched her legs forward as much as possible, planted her feet on the ground, and lifted her body slightly.

The next second, she heard footsteps from outside again.

Unlike the person who left just now, this time the footsteps were a little hurried, obviously coming towards this side, and... there seemed to be more than one.

Just as Oda Miyuki was trying to distinguish, the nearest voice rushed towards the door.The next second, the door was pushed open from the outside, more sunlight flooded into the cell, and at the same time, a figure was illuminated.

"Mr. Dazai! There is a person here!"

Due to the backlight, Oda Miyuki couldn't see the face of the person coming, but heard the other person's shout in the next second.He was obviously talking to someone behind him, and before he could reply, he opened the door and walked in.

"Sorry, that... are you okay?"

Different from the hurried look just now, this young voice asked cautiously while approaching her.After breaking away from the too bright light, Oda Miyuki finally saw the other party clearly under the somewhat dim natural light.

It was...a boy who looked about her age.

He has short white hair and looks roughly handsome, with a pair of black overalls under a white shirt.If there is anything that attracts the most attention from the whole body of this teenager...

"When can you get your bangs cut?"

Staring at the other party's concerned face, Oda Miyuki said.

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

The white-haired boy looked at her for a few seconds, then his eyes suddenly widened a little.Then he jumped up like a cat, and turned to her side very nimbly, reaching out to untie the hands tied behind her:

"Miyuki-chan, why is it you?! How did you get kidnapped? Was it you who called the police? Did you see the person who kidnapped you? We saw his car but it was too far away, although Dazai The husband took a picture with his mobile phone but still..."

A series of questions, like the axis of a car wheel, came out of the other party's mouth without a pause. I don't know how long the poor child has been thinking about it in his heart.Oda Miyuki was expressionless, and suddenly recalled the first month when she just picked up Baixue, and the other party "tweeted, tweeted, tweeted, tweeted" in her ear day and night.

No matter how cute the snow dumpling is, no matter how patient Oda Miyuki is, they almost killed it on the spot.

For example, stew into a pot of soup or something.

"stop."

After the other party uttered "Mr. Dazai", Oda Miyuki finally asked, "Is it Atsu-kun?"

"?" Atsushi Nakajima looked at her in confusion.

"I want to make one thing clear—first of all, I remember who you are," she said.

Before the other party showed a relaxed expression, she added another sentence: "But I seem to have lost my memory."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Atsushi Nakajima: "???"

Seeing the boy's "Nani!!!", Oda Miyuki almost couldn't laugh out loud.Apart from these two sentences, she didn't know what to say, so she could only add one sentence at the end: "That's it."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

"No, wait, Shen Xue-chan," the young man scratched his hair vigorously with a spoiled expression on his face, and seemed to remember something, "By the way, that, I didn't come here alone, you -"

"Anyway, let's untie this lady's rope first—Dun Jun."

Of the two people in the room, one was overly calm and the other was mad. At the same time, a third voice appeared from the opened door.

It was a voice that Oda Miyuki was very familiar with.In a sense, it couldn't be more familiar.

The young man in a sand-colored windbreaker stood at the door, looked around the room, and finally landed on the only living creature inside.Atsushi Nakajima seemed to see a savior, and his whole body showed the appearance of "saved" from his expression to breath.

Then he reacted, and quickly said "I'm sorry" to Oda Miyuki, and then continued to reach out and toss the rope.The knot seemed to be tied very skillfully, Nakajima Atsushi tried after a long while, so he just took out a small knife and cut it open.

The moment the rope came loose, Oda Miyuki felt a terribly numb feeling, and she almost couldn't cry out because of the pain.She retracted her arm with a pale face. Atsushi Nakajima had already cut the rope on her foot, and looked at her with some concern: "Are you okay?"

"..." Oda Miyuki looked at the other party's concerned expression, and nodded silently, "Thank you."

After all, the ankles were blocked by fabric, and there was no problem with the posture. Oda Miyuki moved around for a while, and was supported by the white-haired boy to stand up.And her arms were directly in contact with the rope, and she was tied behind her back. Several lines of blue and purple were scratched on her wrists, which looked quite scary.

Atsushi Nakajima looked at her hand worriedly for a while, then turned to the young man who walked in: "Mr. Dazai, she, this lady is my friend, it was when I was in the orphanage..."

Oda Miyuki listened to the other party's words without showing any emotion.They just followed the direction in which Atsushi Nakajima turned his head, and looked at the man who came over together.

The familiar sand-colored windbreaker, the bandages wrapped around the wrists and neck—maybe not only these parts—, and the expression that seems to be habitually hung on the face, between relaxed and frivolous.

Comparing with the objects in Oda Miyuki's memory, this man looks more like Osamu Dazai from the "armed detective agency in a parallel world" than Osamu Dazai from the "leader of the port mafia".

Just like the one in front of me who is wearing black overalls, his expression has no obvious haze or self-examination, he seems to be a teenager who grew up on the bright side.

Atsushi Nakajima.

Oda Miyuki met a boy named "Atsushi Nakajima" once, and the day after Osamu Dazai fell from his horse, he came to give something to his leader.The white-haired boy had an innocent face, but his expression was a kind of calm soaked in death.

He was wearing a black coat that wrapped around his neck, and a little girl followed behind him.Only when he saw Oda Miyuki, did he show a short-lived curiosity in line with his age.

And the face in front of me that is too lively...it can even be called Yan Yi's face, they are like twins with different personalities.

If we say that for the person "Osamu Dazai", as the same individual in different worlds, Oda Miyuki can easily find the similarities between them.

Then, the boy who only met her once, known as the "White Death of Hong Kong Black"...

It's like taking a certain time as the base point, and then all the lives are split and cut into completely different appearances.

When Oda Miyuki was in a trance for a while, Nakajima Atsushi was still explaining to Dazai.The black-haired young man observed Oda Miyuki for a while, and then said, "So, Atsu-kun, this lady is your companion who grew up with you? You can be regarded as a child."

"Yes, yes." Atsushi Nakajima nodded.

"However, this lady, it seems that she is not familiar with you."

he said thoughtfully.

At the same time, Oda Miyuki also looked at this man.Looking at this face that has already seen two versions, and when the other party looked at it, it was a complete stranger's expression.

This "Osamu Dazai" did not act, but really did not know her.

As a half-professional actor, Oda Miyuki can still see this.

"Shen Xuechan said just now that she lost her memory—by the way, Shen Xuechan, what do you still remember?"

Atsushi Nakajima explained that halfway through the conversation, he thought of this question and turned to the girl in front of him.

The girl didn't answer right away.

After a short silence, she said softly: "After I woke up from here, I saw a person, but I didn't see it clearly. When I saw Dun Jun, I knew who you were, but I didn't know why we knew each other."

"I don't remember anything before this."

If it wasn't for the earlier memory and the sentence reflected in his brain, Oda Miyuki might have thought that this was another parallel world.

Unfortunately, it's not that simple.

[This is a novel. 】

[If you want to leave, you must find the final truth. 】

Do not trust anyone.

She couldn't... trust these people yet.