My Bungo system is a little different

Although I really want to say that it is a good thing that the task has become easier——

But it was still a bit suspicious.

"The premise is to ensure that you live first." The words that Osamu Dazai said echoed in Atsushi Nakajima's mind.

That being said, Mr. Dazai probably thinks that this task may be life-threatening.

(Does Dazai-san know about the sudden disappearance of obstacles in the search?)

With a more cautious attitude than before, Atsushi Nakajima used his 'tiger' senses to find the living people who had not changed in the town at the moment.

Still, even as he forced himself not to be distracted, the changed conditions of the town's people still held his attention.

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"Totally out of breath."

Nakahara Chuya looked at the place where the lovers were embracing each other from a distance with complicated emotions.

It's not hard to judge the moment when the singularity finally forms—the bodies of Rilke and Tsvetaeva disappear.

Then, as if telepathically or apocalyptically, he grasped the reality of the field/singularity.

"You now have a second chance."

"Die together or live together."

"And all you have to do is..."

Only the part that has to be done is vague.

However, it cannot be said that there is no clue.

"Orpheus"

This is another word that enters the brain.

Then the key is 'no turning back'.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took one last look in the direction of Verlaine and Rimbaud, and let himself be immersed in the field - the 'Eurydicks' he was going to take away had long since disappeared.

Close your eyes.

Consciousness disappears.

……

"Zhongye!"

Nakahara also woke up from his room.

He is 16 years old this year.

Central Plains never dreams.However, when he woke up today, he vaguely felt as if he had just woken up from an extremely long dream.

"Why dreamed that those guys died." He muttered softly.

Among the contents of the dream that he still remembered, the most clear ones were long overtime work and business trips, while the deaths of the friends of the Banner Club were actually a bit vague.

He only remembered that they died, but he didn't remember anything about the cause and effect.

But Nakahara Chuya's subconscious seems to be shouting that this is the most important thing.

"Forget it, I was going to have a look over there today." After washing and dressing up, he boarded the car of the Port Mafia and drove towards the 'Old World' bar.

The time in the car is like when the game cuts the map, as long as the loading bar is finished, it is over in a blink of an eye.

The documents concerning the gem trade, which should have been at least glanced at, were somehow not interesting at all.

The only thing that is certain is that Zhong Yuan walked into the door of the 'Old World' bar without thinking anything.

Five pairs of eyes were staring at him.

"No gun..." he murmured subconsciously.

"Chuya, what kind of gun are you talking about?" Dumbbird approached him directly with a smile.

Zhong Yuan was taken aback by his question.

Yes, what was going on in my mind.

When he was stunned and unable to react, several people over there exchanged a few glances under his nose.

"It seems that Zhong Ye has worked too hard," said the surgeon.

"At this time, my mind is still thinking about work." The pianist answered.

"That's not okay." The public relations officer also moved his head over.

Even Leng Xue nodded.

Before Zhongyuan Zhongye became angry, the five people said together: "Today is the first anniversary of Zhongye joining the port mafia."

However, after saying such a sentence, they just looked at Nakahara Chuya and did nothing.

Something seems wrong.

...should have said more.

And... photos?

Obviously, his head was not drowsy, but for some reason, some strange fragments leaked out.

"Verlaine."

Such a name popped out of his mouth suddenly.

Why did I suddenly call out this name?

Central Plains is also a little dazed.But fortunately, the five people who have started playing billiards over there seem to know the name.

Dumbbird rolled his eyes very visibly.

Before Zhongyuan Zhongye asked 'Who is Verlaine', the public relations officer said with an unusually kind expression: "Zhongye, you...brother, he still doesn't like you staying with us."

The moment he heard the word "brother", 'Verlaine' finally met a face in Chuya Nakahara's memory.

Blonde.very high.The brain is sick.

The last tag seems to be more robust than the first two.

Verlaine, why didn't he stay with his friends?

New questions came to mind.

But Nakahara always felt that it was best not to ask this question, so he just took a club from the shelf next to him and began to calculate the course of the ball.

No. 9 goes into the hole.The cue ball stops a little bit outside the bag.

A very ordinary shot.This round is over.

Chatting gossip with friends while playing ball, no one disturbed until meal time.

"I have to work this afternoon."

Nakahara, who was a little anxious for some reason, also put down his club and said to his friends.

As soon as the words fell, once again, five people cast their eyes on him at the same time.

There must be something wrong——

"It's up to you," said Leng Xue.

And the other four just continued to look at him with an 'anything is acceptable' look.

Nakahara also left the 'Old World' bar.

Although he told the friends of the Banner Club that he was going to work in the afternoon, he was walking on the street when he somehow recovered.

Walking alone.

He stopped.

At about the same time, a pure black car not far away also stopped.

Coming out of the cab of the car was a man wearing a black hat and sunglasses.

is 'Postman'.

The moment this thought arose, Zhong Yuanzhong also ran in the opposite direction.

'Not being able to meet that person' became the only thing on his mind.

—Otherwise you will see...

He even started using supernatural powers to speed up.

Sound, color and everything around is gone.For Nakahara Chuya, only the idea of ​​"staying away" still remains.

However, before running out of breath—

"The fate of the 'ghost' is decided by the living."

As if the frequency was wrong, a female voice that was both strange and familiar sounded in his head.

It was obviously a sentence without beginning or end, but it made Zhongyuan Zhongye stop abruptly.

It is up to the living to decide.

up to me.

The sounds and colors that had just been lost came to life again.Everything in front of me looks real.

He calmed down.

All the panic and anxiety seemed to disappear at once.

What should I do?

There is a voice in my heart that says, in fact, anything is fine.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thinks it makes sense.

At the same time he had this thought, his location changed to the entrance of the 'Old World' bar.

As if he didn't notice this abnormality, he walked in briskly.

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"It's amazing," Rimbaud said.

"I didn't expect it to be this day," said Verlaine.

The two of them were standing in the laboratory where the breakup had been.

"I think this is probably because the 'subject' is you, and you didn't watch me die." Rimbaud said.

Of those engulfed in Rilke-Tsvetaeva's realm, the dead preserve their memories, while the living leave only fragments.

Generally so.

But Verlaine may have retained his memory completely because of his special state before—he was actually half dead after Rimbaud was summoned by Tsvetaeva.

"I think it may be because I thought for a long time that I killed you here." Verlaine said, "It may also be because the scene we met last time is really not suitable for people with amnesia."

Rimbaud and Verlaine talked peacefully.

They even had time to take a look at this laboratory of memories.

Through the glass, you can also see a small Zhongyuan Chuya.

"He is only 8 years old." Rimbaud sighed.

He doesn't have much contact with Zhongye Zhongyuan.Although I saw it before the amnesia, but it was completely in the thinking mode of the spy agent handling the task. After the amnesia——

Although a lot of information has been secretly investigated.But really counting, apart from being imprisoned by supernatural powers, the conversation in the bombed-out villa was the fight with Dazai and Nakaya in the Red Brick Warehouse.

"Why did he die at the hands of Chuya?" Verlaine asked suddenly.

"You should have seen the information. The combination of neutralization and gravity is a very strong combination, and I'm still suffering from amnesia."

"This kind of words can probably be deceived, oh no, he will not be deceived now."

There was complete silence in the laboratory.

And it's a fictional laboratory where no one will ever bother.

Rimbaud silently stared at Verlaine.

In terms of age, the person in front of him was already older than himself.

However, there was such an expression in front of him.

Just a little bit better than the look he'd shown on the outside before with all the intense emotion mixed together.

It might as well be crying. (Sure enough, there is still progress.)

After a long time, he opened his mouth to answer: "Because, at the last moment, I remembered that I was betrayed by you..."

"So you want to die?" Verlaine asked softly.

Rimbaud shook his head.

"I thought you were dead." He completed the answer.