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

"In the night when the promised days overlap, a huge lie covers the world.

Those lies and things that are about to become lies are forged by the power called regret and unwillingness.

The promise that drives "it" to act has spanned a long time from the ancient past.

That's what made "it" come into being. 』

Yuan Xuan stood there in a daze, her voice was full of doubts, "Mr. Dazai?"

No matter how she looked at it, she felt that the other party was Mr. Dazai.It's just that it's unclear which world the other party came from, Dazai-san.

However, the young man tilted his head, showing a puzzled look, "Who is Mr. Dazai? Is it someone you met when you were traveling?"

Yuan Xuan didn't understand what he was talking about, she remembered that she was here for a trip.

But the young man who showed a gentle and pampering attitude in front of her deliberately put on a straight face.

"Run out to play without saying a word, and leave me alone at home, but now you have to mention other men in front of me, will you even forget our marriage contract?"

Rather than accusing, his tone was more like coquetry, and the soft contoured face could not make people feel intimidated even if he pretended to be serious.

The young man in front of him is fundamentally different from Osamu Dazai.He seems to be Dazai Osamu who has removed elements such as coldness and fear, leaving only cotton-like softness.

It's like a collection of all the beautiful things, with a feeling of illusory and unreal.

"engagement?"

Yuan Xuan never remembered that she had such a heavy connection with anyone.

Even the person who has been living with her has never had such an agreement between them.

But the young man in front of him seemed to be very sure of this, his eyes were so sincere that even Yuan Xuan wondered if he had forgotten something.

Thinking of the "marriage contract", a white figure appeared in her mind. She knew very well that she had never been engaged to that white figure, but naturally, she thought of him.

Perhaps it was because she had such thoughts about that person.

But Yuan Xuan didn't realize at all that she couldn't remember the other party's name.

Her fingers were tightly held by the black-haired young man, the knuckles touched between the fingers were slender and thin, and a hazy aura exuded from his body.

That breath penetrated into her mind, entangled her memory like vines.

Her memory was distorted, woven, and spread out into strange shapes.

"Marriage." Yuan Xuan repeated again, her consciousness seemed to be led to a strange place, and now she felt that she had indeed had a marriage contract with someone.

Is it the young man in front of me?

Yuan Xuan stared deeply at his face, she seemed to see a familiar outline on his face.

She felt like she had forgotten a lot.

The young man's name is "Shuji Tsushima".

The Tsushima family is a very wealthy family in Tsugaru, and they have existed for many years.

Shuji Tsushima is the youngest child of the Tsushima family, but his health is very poor and he needs to stay in bed all year round to recuperate, so most of the time he does not live with other brothers and sisters.

He lives in the house left by his mother - his mother divorced his father many years ago.Although he did not change his surname, he has been living with his mother since then.

This is what the servant in the mansion told her.

There are many servants in the house because it is spacious enough, a traditional Japanese building, and a large wisteria flower is planted in the courtyard.

From the moment Yuan Xuan entered the door, she felt as if she had traveled through a long time, as if she had stepped into the "past".

"what about me?"

It was like listening to someone else's story, and in fact she was listening to someone else's story, because she didn't exist in the story at all, not at all.

The servant looked at her with a strange look.

She is a child raised in foster care.

It seems to have always been the case that parental status is also used as a criterion for judging a person, and people call this "parentage".

Yuan Xuan came from a very humble background.

Because she lacks the identity basis from her parents.

No one has seen her mother, and no one knows her origin. She was brought up by Master Xiuzhi's mother as if she were her own child.

She is a very poor child, but she is in love with Master Xiuzhi.

Not one-sided admiration, but mutual admiration for each other.While she loved Master Xiuzhi, she also gained his "love".

"That's a really good thing."

The servant said in a tone that could not be heard at all, "If Madam knows, she will be very pleased."

"if?"

Yuanxuan sat kneeling on the tatami, a low table was placed in front of her, and her clothes were changed into a light-colored linen kimono after entering the door.

The servant explained as if just remembering, "Madam passed away a few years ago."

Yuan Xuan felt that she had asked an inappropriate question.

She also felt like a bad kid.

Forget the people who raised you, and forget the people you fell in love with.Forgetting is such a terrible thing that it can even change one person into another.

She should firmly remember their kindness, they are clearly the benefactors who saved her and made her insignificant life gain "value".

The servant's condemning eyes made her feel very guilty.

But at this time, Shuji Tsushima walked in from the door.The servant who was still talking to Yuan Xuan lowered his head, as if he had no sense of existence, he left the room without saying a word.

Seeing the way the other party retreated quietly, Yuan Xuan thought in a daze that she still didn't know the other party's name.

The fingers touched the cool softness, Yuan Xuan came back to her senses, she saw Shuji Tsushima holding her fingers.

"Thinking about what?" he asked.

Yuan Xuan said, "I forgot a lot of things."

About here, about him, and about herself.

Shuji Tsushima comforted her and said, "It doesn't matter if you forget."

But Yuan Xuan doesn't think so, she thinks, if two people who are in love, if one of them forgets all the memories about the other, and even can't remember the love, it's really not good for the other. Fair enough.

She asked Shuji Tsushima, "Do you love me?"

"Of course I love you." Shuji Tsushima replied without hesitation.

But even after hearing him talk about his love for her, Yuan Xuan's heart was very peaceful, and she couldn't feel that she had the same affection for him in her heart.

A pair of red eyes and some broken pictures appeared in her mind.

When she was in a daze, Shuji Tsushima held her in his arms, and there was a pleasant plant-like smell on his body.

Yuan Xuan felt that she was going to sink into such a breath completely.

Shuji Tsushima fondled her hair as he helped her remember their past.

They had lived together when he was very young, and she had said that when they were both grown up, they would be married, a real family.

He imitated the tone of a child, and said cute words in such an innocent tone, and a picture seemed to emerge in Yuan Xuan's mind.

A picture emerged of her saying that she wanted to be the other party's "wife".

"This is an agreement between us."

Shuji Tsushima held her tightly in his arms, his voice crept into her ears and into her brain.

She repeated in a daze, "This is an agreement between us..."

Since the ancient past, people have discovered the powerful power contained in language.

"I want to be with you, to be a husband and wife, to be a family..."

When she said such words, Yuan Xuan opened her eyes wide, her field of vision was like a malfunctioning TV screen, the things in front of her were suspended and distorted for a moment, and she saw a girl who had the same appearance as her with a sad expression. eyes on her.

What is this again?

When she wanted to see more clearly, the scene in front of her returned to normal.The sunlight outside the barrier is just right, and even every ray of light and shadow seems to be carefully designed.

Shuji Tsushima's fingers were still stroking her hair tenderly.

"Communication is connected!"

The liaison staff of the Supernatural Secret Service Division almost burst into tears for a moment. He never felt that any night was so long. They have worked continuously for more than ten hours with high intensity, just to find out the culprit who made Yokohama into a singularity. .

The place where the abnormal energy fluctuations are the strongest is an abandoned train station platform. The railway has long been in disrepair and there are no trains running, so there are no surveillance cameras left inside.

But they have good data to show that the source of the singularity is there right now.

In the end, it was through the communication route left by Agatha Christie that they regained a glimpse of the scene inside.

Agatha Christie has arrived there, faster than the Supernatural Secret Service, but even faster than her is Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

When she arrived there, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was already trying to step into a deeper realm.

The deeper realm is not within the reach of ordinary supernatural beings, because they can't even find the entrance.

The prisoner who created such a large singularity in Yokohama is also a very powerful psychopath.

His spiritual power occupies the abandoned train platform, everything in that domain is controlled by him, night and day change with his thoughts.

It is not yet dawn in Yokohama at the moment, but there is a bright and sunny scene, illusion covers reality, and almost everything in sight is fictional.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't know the specific ability of the opponent, but he understood one thing - when he met Agatha Christie, he fully understood it.

On this night, in this place, two Agatha Christies appeared successively.

One knew Yuan Xuan, and the other didn't know Yuan Xuan.

There are subtle differences in their appearance, just like "Shibusawa Tatsuhiko" who arrived in this world, and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko who belongs to this world.

This is definitely not a coincidence, so Shibusawa Ryuhiko understood that this singularity has an inseparable connection with Yuanxuan.

What kind of illusion was she drawn into?

What kind of people did she meet?

Can she handle a situation like that?

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko almost murmured nervously when he thought that Yuan Xuan, who had never been out of his line of sight and had always lived in the space planned by him, now had to face a situation beyond his expectations alone. Talk to yourself.

He lowered his head halfway, covered his face, and a broken voice leaked out from between his fingers.

—all in her name.