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

"At the moment when the fateful ending came, I saw a relief-like lightness on your face.

If this is the destination you were looking forward to...』

Agatha Christie said to her, "In that world, I killed 'you'. "

Her voice was extremely calm, and there was no wave in her eyes looking at Yuan Xuan.It's like telling someone else's story.

But it was also because of this that Yuan Xuan felt, "It must not be like this."

It is absolutely impossible for a person who killed her to look at her with such nostalgic and gentle eyes.

There is no pain or regret in Agatha Christie's eyes, it's just a simple meeting of old people, even if one of them has no memory of the other.

Hearing her answer, Agatha Christie's expression was a little dazed. She could hardly distinguish the environment she was in now, as if standing in front of her was still the partner she knew.

It was the "Yuan Xuan" she was familiar with.

She lowered her head slightly, and when she closed her eyes, she remembered what "Yuan Xuan" had said to her.

She said that if they hadn't met under such circumstances, maybe they could really become friends.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a look in Agatha Christie's pupils that Yuan Xuan couldn't understand.

As if she had made some important decisions, she stood up from her seat and held Yuan Xuan's wrist.

Agatha Christie said to Yuan Xuan in a solemn tone, "I can feel that the "I" in this world has also arrived in Yokohama. "

I believe that she will find here soon.

——That would be the best ending.

If she can't find it, with her personality, it doesn't matter how large the loss is in a place where she doesn't care about anything.

If you can't find it, Agatha Christie will definitely destroy Yokohama without hesitation.

This is what she would do.

He had to raise his head halfway to see her face, and when he heard what she said, Yuan Xuan stared into her eyes blankly.

Agatha Christie pressed her palms on her shoulders, "Just sit here and don't move, no matter which one of me comes back, I will bring you back to the ground safely..."

"Xuan, this is the first time I've called you that, so don't rush to refute me."

In her world, Agatha Christie disobeyed the instructions of the clock tower attendant, and when she found Yuanxuan by the sea, she tried to let him go.

She once heard Yuan Xuan say that the place where she was born was a very beautiful village, where she had her best memories, so she thought that there must also be the destination of Yuan Xuan's remaining life.

She hoped that the other party could escape, even if it would bring her a lot of trouble.The consequences of not completing the task need to be borne by Agatha Christie herself.

But Yuan Xuan refused.

Agatha Christie didn't kill her, but she did die. The bell tower attendants didn't care about the process, as long as the result was as they expected, it would be considered that Agatha Christie had completed the task.

This is the "fact" recorded in the data records of the bell tower servants.

——Agatha Christie, executed the betrayed Yuanxuan.

was left again.

She was sitting alone in the empty carriage, surrounded by an overly quiet atmosphere, as if there were invisible demons dancing wildly in the darkness outside the window, climbing hideously on the car body.

But the astonishing changes seemed to happen in an instant.

In a way that Yuan Xuan's mind can't understand anyway, the darkness outside the car window is gradually fading, seeping into the car through the thin glass, and the flickering lights lose their final use, replaced by a A dazzling color that cannot be ignored.

That is the radiance from the sun.

The night is over.Such a thought suddenly appeared in Yuan Xuan's heart.

She stared out the window, the sunlight gradually spreading from the distant horizon dipped into a large area of ​​bright colors, pushing against the oppressive darkness.She squinted her eyes, and when she slowly opened them, the scenery outside the window had become static at some point.

Did the train stop?

Yuan Xuan stood up subconsciously. At this time, she seemed to have completely forgotten Agatha Christie's instructions when she left. Strange things eroded her mind, as if some unstoppable force was driving her body to move.

She stepped out of the carriage and stopped at a certain point.

——When entering a certain car, what appeared in front of her was a car door.She found the exit.

Yuan Xuan has not forgotten that this is a train to Aomori.

She still remembered her purpose of boarding the train - to fulfill the promise with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, they would go to the longest cherry blossom avenue when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

They are going to see the cherry blossoms together.

Even if he doesn't know where he is now.

Tiny drops of blood splashed into his eyes.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko pulled out the dagger abruptly, and bright red blood gushed out from the wound of the young man who was pressed by him on the floor.

It's really incomprehensible, even though the body is already cold, the breathing is no longer, and the heartbeat has stopped, but blood still gushes out when injured.

Those who lose in this battle are guests who do not belong to this world.

He lay down on the floor, the feeling of blood loss was particularly vivid, and his eyes seemed to become blurred, but the figure that appeared in a trance had the voice and appearance that he missed the most.

"Yuan Xuan..."

He murmured the name under his breath, remembering the scene when they first met.

At that moment, it was she who reached out first and asked if he wanted to leave with her.

"What's your name?" The pink-purple-haired woman bent down slightly, her eyes were at the same level as Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's, and her eyes seemed to hold scattered mountain cherry blossoms.

Her fingers were white and slender, her eyelids were half closed, her long and curly eyelashes cast a light shadow, her voice was soft and beautiful, "I am Yuan Xuan."

A novelist, a very famous novelist.

She was called "a well-deserved genius" by the media.

Even Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who has never had any interest in novels, has heard of her name through countless channels.

But she said to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, "You have a very rare talent, and this talent will become an extremely powerful force, but if you don't restrain it, it will become a terrible disaster that even hurts many people. .”

She didn't come to him as "Novelist Yuan Xuan", but came to him as "Supervisor Yuan Xuan of Supernatural Secret Service Division".

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko held her finger.

He touched a whole new world.

The memories came to an abrupt end as if they were roughly cut off. The past that he thought he could not remember clearly, the memories that had been deeply buried when his spirit collapsed, suddenly all appeared before his eyes at this moment.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko suddenly felt very ironic.

But he felt very relaxed.

If he died like this, would he be able to reach the same destination as her?

In his mind, such an idea suddenly appeared.

However, at this last moment, he did not forget that there was another "self" beside him.

He laughed.

It was almost crazy laughter, and his whole body was shaking, as if he was trying his best to leave the last reverberation.

"You are really pitiful..."

The words mixed with the laughter reached Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's ears like this, and he suddenly paused when he raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face.

"You don't know what she cares most about, do you?"

The sharp and sarcastic sentence blurted out like this, and at this moment he actually felt a distorted joy.

Not all unfortunate people want to see the happiness of others. An existence like Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, if he falls into the abyss of pain, he will absolutely crazily pull everything in sight into hell.

It's like when Yuan Xuan leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep peacefully, for a moment, he thought of ending her life with his own hands.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko knew very well that there was no possibility of happiness left for him.

But in the end, he still couldn't really get his hands on it.He thought of the cold Yuan Xuan lying motionless in his arms. She was wearing the kimono that she cherished so much, as if she was saying goodbye to the world solemnly.

But she did not say goodbye to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.Even trivial words did not leave him half a sentence.

Hearing such a question, Shibusawa Ryuhiko narrowed his eyes, and a cold and dangerous expression appeared on his blood-spattered face, "Even at this time, do you still want to die?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko lowered his head slightly, his beautiful long hair hanging down his side like luxurious silk.

His elegant posture didn't seem to take the other person's words to heart.

But "Shibusawa Tatsuhiko" could hear the panic hidden in his voice.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko is not an existence willing to sacrifice himself to let others be happy, even if this "other" is "Shibusawa Ryuhiko".

The things he can't get, the happiness he can't have, he doesn't want others to touch anyway.

There is no need to continue talking, and there is no need for any explanation. When the consciousness gradually dissipated, "Shibusawa Tatsuhiko" understood very clearly that his goal had been achieved.

Standing in the carriage, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stared expressionlessly at the pool of blood left behind after the corpse disappeared.

The bright colors outside the window gradually engulfed the darkness in the carriage.

Facing the opened car door, Yuan Xuan hesitated for a moment.

She doesn't know if the trains will continue to run or how long the current stops will be.I don't even know who else is on the train.

But when she was hesitating, her footsteps uncontrollably led her to the door.

She just faced the platform directly.

It was very quiet on the platform, but not alone.A young man in a mouse-gray pinstriped kimono stood on the platform. The moment their eyes met, the young man's eyes seemed to "come alive" in an instant.

He seemed to come here for Yuan Xuan.

"you're back--"

A gentle smile appeared on the handsome young man's face. When he spoke, he walked towards Yuan Xuan, and before she could react, he took the things in her hand.

A hand-held brown suitcase.

Yuan Xuan has no memory of when she got such a suitcase.

The young man held her palm with his other free hand, his fingertips passed through Yuan Xuan's fingers nimbly, and his fingers overlapped to hold her hand.

"Let's go home together."

He spoke unfamiliar words with a familiar face.With a gentle posture, he dropped a kiss on Yuan Xuan's cheek, and said slowly against her forehead, "Welcome back..."

He has the same appearance as Dazai Osamu.