After writing the book, all of Yokohama wanted to hunt me down

"Ayatsuji Kototo is a very famous detective.

But what is more known than his reasoning ability is his extremely dangerous supernatural ability.

"another" who caused 100% accidental death of the criminal whose crime he exposed.

"Come and stop me," Ayatsuji pedestrian received her call, she said, "Come... kill me!"』

"I see."

Osamu Dazai looked away, with a relaxed look on his face, as if he didn't care about this development.

He bent his body, put Yuan Xuan back on the ground, and confirmed that her toes were touching the floor, and then slowly let go of the hand supporting her.

Nakahara also strode up to Yuan Xuan's side, staring at Osamu Dazai fiercely.

Regardless of the rest of the world, at least in the world he lives in, there is no close connection between him and Osamu Dazai.

Therefore, for the black-haired young man in front of him, Zhongyuan Zhong only has vigilance and dissatisfaction.

But at least...they have the same idea in one aspect, that is, to protect Yuanxuan in this unknown situation.

Because here, perhaps, is the only world where she can survive and pursue the "happiness" she wants.

In any case, the Central Plains cannot let anyone destroy this only hope.

They decided to make repairs temporarily in the carriage.

I don't know if it was because Yuan Xuan's words gave him self-knowledge, or because Dazai Osamu had some new ideas. During the break, he sat opposite Yuan Xuan, which made the seat next to Yuan Xuan vacant.

Nakahara Chuya originally wanted to sit beside her, but Dazai Osamu's gaze made him hesitate for a moment, he clenched his fist, and finally gave up.

So there was a scene in the carriage where Yuan Xuan was sitting alone, and Nakahara Nakaya and Dazai Osamu were sitting opposite her.

Yuan Xuan lowered her head, and after she sat down, she began to think about their attitude towards her, and her thoughts about them.

Finally, she took the initiative to speak.

"Mr. Nakahara." Compared to Osamu Dazai, who made her unpredictable, she felt that the Nakahara Chuya in front of her was actually somewhat similar to the boy Nakahara Chuya who came to the autograph meeting to ask her for an autograph a while ago.

But not quite the same.

The young man in front of him was more painful and struggling than the young man.It seems to be the continuation of the "Huang Ba spit" who wrote to her, who has not been able to get relief.

Hearing her voice, Zhong Yuanzhong also responded to her very quickly, "I am here."

This is the customary answer.Even if the names are different.

Yuanxuan in Nakahara's memory is very afraid of dark places. When she woke up from a dream and faced the dark and cold abandoned building, it was her most vulnerable moment.

Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to do something for her.So he would always stay by her side when she was sleeping, and gradually, Yuan Xuan would take the initiative to call out his name when she woke up.

"Chuya... Chuya..."

Like a frightened young animal.

"I am here."

Zhong Yuanzhong also held her small palm, even his own palm was so immature.He felt that he had become her support.

This also gave birth to the idea of ​​"Even if he doesn't have supernatural powers, there are people who need him".

Yuan Xuan in front of her has a completely different look in her eyes.

But the tenderness contained in those eyes comes from the essence of the same origin.

"Although I don't know what happened in Mr. Zhongyuan's world." Yuan Xuan clenched her hands into fists, "But I think Mr. Zhongyuan can also try to do what he wants. things."

"Don't blindly consider other people's thoughts, exist for others, and use it as a tool to carry supernatural powers for people to use."

She told Nakahara Chuya, "In my world, which is this world, I also met you. It was you who were younger than me, and that "you" told me that "you" can find yourself wanted answer. "

When she spoke, Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu kept quiet, they listened to her voice in silence, there seemed to be some kind of power in her voice.

Yuan Xuan plucked up the courage to look directly into each other's eyes, and she saw Zhong Yuanzhong also showed a dazed expression.

He opened his mouth blankly, but it took a while before he made a sound.

The voice was full of heavy meaning, "... what answer?"

Yuan Xuan didn't answer directly, "I think you should already know."

She stretched out her hand, as if some strange impulse drove her to put her palm on the back of Nakahara Chuya's hand, and Nakahara Chuya's eyes widened under such a move.

Many things seemed to have passed through his blue eyes, and memories flooded in from all directions like a tide.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a voice, which said to him, "Please live happily".

Even in a world where there was no one who gave him such a blessing.

Yuan Xuan was so frightened by Zhong Yuan Zhong who disappeared in front of her like a bubble, she retracted her palm.

She stared blankly at the place where he was originally sitting, as if suddenly remembering something, she cast her eyes on Osamu Dazai who was at the side.

The black-haired young man propped his chin with great interest, and there was a thoughtful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"... Mr. Dazai."

After Yuan Xuan spoke in a low voice, he said, "So that's the case... I probably know what's going on."

Yuan Xuan stared at him with round eyes.

Under her expectant gaze, Osamu Dazai tilted his head, "But it would be better to leave it to detectives to decipher things like this. After all, I'm just an ordinary Afia leader, and this aspect is not mine at all. What about the advantages—"

Saying this, the expression on Dazai Osamu's face gradually changed, his eyes passed through Yuanxuan, and fell on the detective who arrived at this carriage quietly.

The blond detective's figure was half hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see the expression on his face. However, the cold aura emanating from him made Yuan Xuan realize his arrival immediately.

She turned around abruptly and saw a vague figure.

"Murder detective, Ayatsuji pedestrian."

Osamu Dazai straightforwardly clarified the identity of the other party.In his world, he had heard of the existence of the other party.

Hearing that the detective took a step towards them, Yuan Xuan could see his appearance clearly. The tall young man was wearing a pair of glasses with light brown lenses, which made his gaze perfectly hidden in the dim light.

A light gray knitted vest was worn over the white shirt, and a light brown coat was casually draped over the shoulders.The blond detective didn't seem to care about Dazai at all.

He took off his glasses without a word.

What was exposed was a pair of ocher eyes, which were very similar to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's, but the things carried in these two similar eyes were completely different.

Even at this moment, what Ayatsuji pedestrians are looking at is Yuan Xuan.

He walked straight up to her.

"According to the agreement," Shen Du's footsteps sounded muffled, and the cold voice of Yan Tsuji pedestrian came, "I'm here to kill you."

His gaze still stayed on the pink-purple haired girl in front of him.

Standing in front of him was a living Yuan Xuan.

"Novelist, Yuan Xuan. "

Yuan Xuan's dream is to become a novelist who will influence the times.

But she knew very well that this was just a dream come true.She didn't think she had such an ability, let alone, it wasn't her dream.

It was her brother's dream.

Write something that can touch people's hearts, write something that can affect the lives of others...

"Inducing suicide, abetting murder, and writing a novel that killed tens of thousands of people, you who were listed as a super dangerous supernatural being by the Supernatural Secret Service—"

Ayatsuji pedestrian faced her with an extremely cold expression.

"A commission was sent to me."

The biting chill spread all over her body, and Yuan Xuan heard him say to her word by word——

"Stop you, kill you."

She paled with fright at the ghastly presence of the detective.

But what frightened her even more was the self he had described.

In any case, she couldn't imagine that one of herself in thousands of worlds would do such a shocking thing.

But at the same time, she also realized that whether it was Chuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, or the current "murder detective" Ayatsuji pedestrian who Dazai called, they were actually treating the "Yuan Xuan" they knew. she.

What they see is what they want to see.

They are also "Yuan Xuan", but they are not Yuan Xuan.

This is a very metaphysical question, and if you think about it with different logic, you will come to completely different conclusions.

But facing the pedestrian Ayatsuji who said he was here to "kill her", she didn't feel afraid of these words.

A person who really hated someone, lost his mind and judgment after learning what she had done, and only wanted to kill him would not have such a calm look in his eyes.

Obviously he could hide such eyes behind his glasses, no one could see the truth in them, but before he opened his mouth, he took off his glasses in front of Yuan Xuan.

Does this mean that, in his mind, "Yuan Xuan" is not actually an enemy he hates.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Yuan Xuan raised her eyelids, she asked softly, "Are you really, are you here to kill me?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian put on his glasses again, his gaze scanned the surroundings, and stayed on the window where the outside could not be seen clearly.

He suddenly asked, "What kind of person do you think you will be killed by?"

Yuan Xuan was stumped by such a question.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai suddenly closed his palms and made a crisp sound.

"Okay, okay, since it's a misunderstanding, let's put this scary question aside..."

He eased the atmosphere very tactfully.

But Ayatsuji pedestrians did not appreciate it.He glanced at the black-haired chief of the port afia, narrowing his narrow eyes slightly.

"It's not a misunderstanding." Ayatsuji pedestrian took out a newspaper from his coat pocket—to be precise, a small piece of newspaper that had been cut and trimmed.

It was stained with dried blood.

"When I arrived at the scene, you—" Ayatsuji pedestrian's voice paused, and he changed the phrase, "The 'novelist' is dead. "

He was in a world where the perpetrator of the unforgivable crime had been judged by someone or something unknown.

This is the only one that has not been completed among all the commissions that Ayatsuji pedestrians have accepted.