The three-dimensional me is incompatible with the paper people

【If the gods are false, then the soul will have nowhere to go.

However, since the gods are false, where does the theory of the soul come from?

Destiny is bestowed by the gods, but this undeniable fate has dealt a fatal blow to devout believers.

Then, all meaning ceases to exist.

Sadumo didn't even dare to look into the dead child's eyes.

Those eyes were hollow and numb, like a piece of wood rotting in the swamp, without any trace of life.

What is she going to do?As before, singing prayers for this dead child, hoping that the child's tormented soul can go to the place where the gods are to find peace?

However, what really caused this child to die was the fate bestowed by the gods.

Before dying, the child held her hand and asked: "Sister believer, am I really worthless? Am I really a poor man? But why are my words loved by so many people? How can the person who took my words get so many praises?"

"Why does the fate bestowed on me by the gods go against what I have experienced?"

"Please tell me, Sister Believer."

Satomo was speechless.

Fate, destiny, destiny...

In the end, the child didn't get the answer he wanted to know until he died.

Because Sadumore couldn't answer his question.

If all the people in this world act according to the fate bestowed by the gods, they will be able to live in peace and tranquility.So, why did the child die?

Is it because of lack of piety?Is it because his identity is just a pauper, not a believer?

But, before he died, this child was still holding the believer's hand and asking the believer piously about his doubts.

The painful heart is like a broken bellows, the icy cold wind keeps tearing at the wound, roaring, ferocious, roaring, wanting to pull everything into the bottomless abyss, and then rot together.

In this small house without any windows, Sadumore sang the first non-prayer song.

Grief is like a deep sea, drowning everything.

"Amiya... does destiny really exist?"

"Exist..."

"Amiya, I really want to die. Why does it feel like my neck is tightly strangled by a pair of invisible hands, preventing me from breathing any air. My limbs are imprisoned by rust-red iron chains, preventing me from moving a single bit. Even my head was pressed down by the heavy stone, making it impossible for me to even look up at the sky."

Satome raised his eyes with tears.

"Yumiya, I'm locked up."

The tears were wiped away by a pair of hands stained with pen and ink.The warm teardrops smudged the ink in the palm, forming black flowers in the swamp amidst the pure white.

"Then rush out." Yugong said, "For freedom, rush out."

"Sartomo, what we are really pursuing is freedom, the freedom not to be bound by fate, the freedom to choose anything."

"free……"

"My ideal is freedom."]

……

A good restaurant is now a murder scene.In particular, the deceased had had some unfavorable quarrels with Oda before.

Therefore, when someone pointed the finger at Oda for the first time, everyone subconsciously believed that Oda was the murderer.

"Wow, that's not a good idea." Wujo Satoru said while playing with the small sunglasses in his hand.

"Please don't talk nonsense without evidence. It's not good for everyone." Xia Youjie smiled and reminded the man who identified Oda as the murderer.

Even though he seems mild-mannered, he still calls this man

Subconsciously shaking his body, "I, I'm just guessing. After all, the only one who had a dispute with him just now is Oda Sakunosuke."

"It's not me. I want to kill people, and I won't do it in public." Oda explained to himself very seriously.

Although what he said sounds weird, it is indeed the truth.

Isn't it stupid to kill people in public just after a quarrel?

"Ahem! The police have been called now. Before the police arrive, everyone should wait where they are and don't go anywhere. Try not to damage the scene."

It was Yusaku Kudo who spoke.

This well-known reasoning writer has a certain weight in everyone's hearts, so they will still listen to his words obediently.

What's more, everyone in this restaurant is a suspect before the truth comes to light.

"It's really boring." Nitro complained.

Qingque blinked, felt her fingers being gently pulled, lowered her head, it turned out to be Tsumiji.

"What's the matter? Is Tsumiki worried that Xiaozhi will be considered the murderer?"

Tsumiji nodded, "Yes. Brother Oda is obviously a very gentle person, so he won't kill people."

"Thank you." Oda thanked Tsumiki, "Thank you for trusting me."

When Jin Meiji heard this, her cheeks flushed slightly, "You're welcome."

"In this case, I really want to find out the murderer directly." Gojo Satoru said, propping up the chair with both hands.

"Has Wu already known the murderer?" Qing Que asked curiously.

"Six Eyes already told me." Gojo Satoru winked at Qingque.

The light refracted in those blue eyes was very bright, as if invisible stars popped out of his eyes.

"So that's how it is. Enlightenment is so powerful." Qing Que sensed that a certain cat was begging for praise, and praised it generously.

"Should I say it?" Xia Youjie asked.

Several people subconsciously looked at Qingque, obviously, they were all waiting for Qingque to make up their minds.

Qing Que let his mind go blank for a while, and asked: "So, can we intervene in the case before the police come?"

"Eh? Why not? As long as you have the ability, everyone can." Gojo Satoru said of course.

"Yes, as long as you declare that your profession is a detective, that's fine." Xia Youjie echoed.

After hearing this, Qing Que was silent for three seconds.

Yes, this is Conan, a world view of a detective assisting the police in handling cases.

"Really, I'm confused." Qing Que couldn't laugh or cry.

While discussing here, Kudo Yusaku had already put on his gloves, and after asking people acquainted with the deceased, he obtained the identity of the deceased.

The deceased man, 27 years old, was a reporter who had just joined a tabloid office and died of drug poisoning.He also came with his colleague Tian Ye from the same agency.

After cross-examination, it can be learned from Tian Yekou that the deceased was not a very pleasing person, and he was not very pleasing in his speech on weekdays, and he was also tricky and mean.It is precisely because of this that Tian Ye was ordered by the newspaper office to bring the deceased with him.The purpose is to make the best use of the deceased's talent of offending others.

"Mr. Oda, please allow me to ask some questions." When Yusaku Kudo came to ask questions, the discussion of several people just ended.

"Excuse me, I will tell you what I know." Oda replied.

"When did Mr. Oda and Ms. Qing enter the restaurant?" Yusaku Kudo took a small notebook and wrote and drew on it.

"The teacher and I entered the venue at 12:03 noon, and then stood by the door and waited for about 30 seconds. We found the seat that our friend had occupied for us, and it took us 14 seconds to get seated." Oda said.

"Oh? Mr. Oda's control of time is very precise." Yusaku Kudo suddenly smiled.

"Ah, because

Before I became a writer, my job was very time-sensitive. "Like bomb defuse or something.

"During this period, did Mr. Oda and Ms. Qing not notice anything strange about the deceased?"

"not at all."

Afterwards, Yusaku Kudo asked Qingque and others a few more questions, thanked them and left.

"How should I put it? Sure enough, everyone has their own specialties. Enlightenment knew who the murderer was at a glance because of the Six Eyes. And this Mr. Kudo was able to deduce so many clues through information capture in a short period of time. , it is entirely because of his brain." Xia Youjie suddenly said with emotion.

"He's a respectable writer," said Nitro, "and also a detective."

The case is actually quite simple.Although Oda was the first suspect, he stayed with Qingque all the time, and he didn't wander around after entering the restaurant, and he didn't even say a word to any strangers.

Want to put poison in the cup of the dead, unless you bribe the waiter.

But Oda had no contact with the waiter at all before, as long as he checked the surveillance video, it would be clear.Unless Oda talked to the waiter before entering the venue.

However, how could Oda predict that he would be made things difficult by reporters?Besides, carrying poison with them is something most people would not do.

When the police came to the scene, the murderer, Tian Ye, was already squatting on the ground and crying.

"I really don't understand why Mingmei abandoned me and left, and fell into the arms of this bastard! This bastard has humiliated her so much, but he still chooses to betray me and be with him!"

"I hate it so much! Why!"

"So, I made a special request to the president to bring this bastard with me. This bastard will definitely offend others. At that time, I just need to put the blame on the unlucky guy!"

"If it wasn't for Kudo, if it wasn't for Kudo, I wouldn't have been discovered!"

Oda, who was regarded as the unlucky guy, was expressionless and even confused about this.

"However, even if Mr. Kudo is not around, it is absolutely impossible to blame him." Oda said.

Although this remark does not sound good, it is the truth.If there was no Kudo, Oda would have been taken into the station by the police to sit for a while at most, and he would be able to leave safe and sound after checking the monitoring.

And Tian Ye, as the only acquaintance of the deceased present, naturally became a suspect after Oda.

"I understand why Mingmei wants to abandon him." Gojo Satoru saw Tian Ye being taken away by the police, and grinned a very nasty smile, "It's better to get along with a fool who can't think People who sound nice but have brains get along."

"Wu, are you talking about yourself?" Niatz took control to the point.

"Hey~ Why do you say that, Wu-sama is super cute! Que obviously likes Wu-sama very much~"

"It's disgusting, shut up, Wu." Xia Youjie said with a smile.

Fu Heihui died of fish eyes, and leaned towards Qingque.

He really wants to go to Yokohama with sister Tsumiki, is it really not possible?When will this white-haired jerk be normal again?

Of course, Fu Heihui's demands are destined not to be met.

The fact that the murderer was arrested has no effect on the awards.

The one who should go up to accept the award or speak is still at the meeting.

When the name was mentioned, Qing Que finally had a wave of emotion in his heart.

When she took over the certificate symbolizing honor, Qing Que felt that the suppressed emotions in her heart dissipated.

Is that so, is he finally relieved?

So it turns out that I have been unwilling?Deep in my heart, I miss my hometown so much.

At this moment, Qingque felt that she finally had a connection with this world.

After the award ceremony, it was already evening.

The two children had been drowsy for a long time, leaning against the adults' arms in a daze.

"Sometimes I really don't understand children.

There can be a lot of energy, or none at all. "Gojo Satoru pinched Fu Heihui's cheek.

Fu Heihui was awakened a little by the pain on his cheek, and after he knocked off his claw with a slap, the upper and lower eyelids began to fight again.

"Send the two children back to the hotel and have a good rest." Qing Que said.

Back at the hotel, after covering the two sleeping children with blankets, Qingque left the room lightly.

Gojo Satoru started to feel restless after going out the door, sticky and was about to come up to hug the bird, but was blocked by Oda.

"Mr. Gojo, you are too big, you will press on the spine of the teacher." Oda blocked Gojo Satoru's claws, "The teacher is still in the growth stage."

The white-haired boy was taken aback for a moment, and then said a scumbag saying, "A tiny sparrow is very comfortable to hold, so you don't have to grow up."

"...Wu, even if you're underage, you'll still get into trouble at some point," Niatz said.

"But I'm clearly telling the truth! A small finch is just like a bird. If you hold it in your palm, it will jump around!"

Qing Que's expression became more and more subtle as Wujo Wu described it, "Although it can be heard that it is Wujo's compliment, it still feels a bit strange."

"Don't worry about it, Sparrow. Just ignore him, after all, Wu is a scum." Said Xia Youjie, a close friend who shares Wujo Wu's stink.

"Huh? Jay, are you jealous of me? Because you can't touch sparrows at all! Poor Jay, are you a vicious female supporting role in TV dramas? Because you can't get the love of the male protagonist, you are so kind and cute. The innocent, beautiful and weak heroine is making things difficult!"

Speaking here, Gojo Satoru's expression also became pitiful, as if he was the kind, lovely, innocent, beautiful and weak heroine in the TV series.

The point is that he still acts like it.

"It's really amazing, Wu." Qing Que, whose acting skills were poor, was amazed.

It is rare to come to Tokyo, so it is natural to have a good time.

Qing Que also bought herself a touch-tone phone by the way, and after registering a calling card, she successfully added the contact information of several people.Of course, Kudo Yusaku who got acquainted because of the case is also indispensable.

It is inevitable that a few people will be lively together, especially if the few people present here are not restrained.

Therefore, after some alcoholic drinks, Wujo Gou began to hug Xia Youjie and yell.

Xia Youjie's face was ferocious, and he tried to push Gojo Wu away with both hands.And Gojo Satoru's face didn't move at all even though it was squeezed and deformed.

"Eh? Why does it feel wrong when I hold the sparrow?" Gojo Satoru said, staring at Qingque's position.

Xia Youjie, who was actually hugged by him, was completely distorted when he heard this.

Of course, Nitro would not miss this opportunity, took out his phone and started recording.

Qingque smiled without saying a word, but it was rare for Oda to look surprised.

"It turns out that no matter how old a child is, as long as they touch alcohol, they will have an unknown side." Oda said with emotion.

The children here specifically refer to the little alcoholics in the bookstore and Gojo Satoru in front of them.

The farce arrived in the middle of the night before Gojo Satoru subsided.

After returning to the hotel to pick up Hui, Xia Youjie held the child who had just woken up and was still confused with one hand, and the other hand was the drunk chicken breaking the cat.

When saying goodbye, Nitro patted Qingque's head.

In her surprised eyes, Nitro said: "At least I have become friends with you. If you have anything to do in the future, just tell me. Even a writer needs to vent the pressure in his heart."

After finishing speaking, she waved her hand gracefully and left.

Qingque stood there in a daze for a long time before finally regaining consciousness.

"Teacher, if there is something, please vent it." Oda stood beside Qingque, with a gentle tone.

"...Thank you." Qingque sighed like self-deprecating.

"Almost, I was putting the cart before the horse. If it wasn't for the reminder from Nitro, I would probably have fallen into a demon.

Obstacle. "Qingque said.

"So, fortunately, the teacher found out before the matter developed to that point." Oda said.

"So, thank you very much, Nitro and Xiaozhi."

After lunch at noon on the second day, Shimamura drove over.

"Miss Qing, Mr. Oda, good day!"

"Good day, Mr. Shimamura. I will trouble you for the rest of the journey." Qingque said with a smile.

In the car, Oda saw relevant news from the literature section of the newspaper in the car.

"Everyone speaks very highly of the teacher." Oda said, pointing to the comments under the photo.

Qing Que also took a copy and spread it out, "The rising star in Yokohama sounds a bit shy."

"I think this title matches the teacher very well. If you give the teacher a little more time, the teacher will definitely win a higher title."

"If I continue like this, I will be ashamed."

"Ok."

Back at Wanxiang Hall, Qing Que thought it would be overcrowded.But I didn't expect that the original leisure state would be restored here.

"Teacher, you're back!" Chuya stood at the door early and waited.

After Qingque thanked Daocun and said goodbye to him, she couldn't help laughing when she saw Zhongye.

"I'm back, Chuya."

The little boy hurried forward to help carry the things.

"I bought a lot of things this time, and when Chuya goes back tonight, remember to take some back. These are gifts for the sheep's children."

"I see, thank you teacher!"

Several people entered the bookstore and quickly packed their things together.

"Speaking of which, why are there so many fewer customers today than usual?" Qing Que asked.

Chuya was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and then showed a strange expression.

There were originally guests, but this morning the publishing house sent a new newspaper, and the identity of Mr. Yamadori was also revealed in it.

This is a bomb that exploded directly in Yokohama.

The thoughts of the guests are completely understandable.You must know that what the guests who come to Wanxiangtang like to do most is discuss the new book of Mr. Yamanori with the little shop manager.

Discussing the book of the Lord in front of the Lord, the shame will explode.

So, as the news spread, there were no customers in the bookstore.

Qing Que roughly understood the whole story from Zhong Ye's subtle expression, and felt amused, but at the same time felt nostalgic.

When Wanxiangtang first started, it was also so leisurely.

In the evening, I had a good celebration with the children in the bookstore.

In the end, the three of them left with the gift from Qingque.

"Xiaozhi, remember to think about what to write in the new book tomorrow." Qing Que gave a daily reminder to Oda.

Oda: ...I will try my best.

After sending Oda away, Qingque checked Tsumiki's homework and let her go to rest.

"Tick!"

The hands of the clock pointed to twelve o'clock.

Qingque turned on a small light at the front desk and took out the manuscript.

"Click!" The door of the bookstore was opened from the outside.

The boy stepped into the bookstore, and when he saw the girl at the front desk, his facial expression became obviously stiff.

"Azhi, you're back." Qing Que smiled softly at the young man.

"Hey! Welcome back, Aque~" The boy stood on the spot and greeted her.

Of course, even though the young man tried his best to conceal it, Qingque also noticed his abnormality.

"Aji, can you come here?"

"Huh? I'm so tired now, I think I'm going to wash up now~"

Qingque looked at the boy in front of him.

Her hair was disheveled and her face was stained with dust.half his cheek is bandaged

, wearing a stained shirt.

She stood up, walked around the front desk, and approached the boy step by step.

During this period, the smile on the boy's face didn't change a bit.

Only one meter away from the boy, Qingque stopped.

"Aji, did something happen?" she asked.

The boy with iris eyes blinked, and immediately showed aggrieved expression, "It's terrible!"

"Following what was said in "Complete Sex", I found a clearing with soft ground and even found a shovel. As long as I bury myself in the pit, I can die from ruptured internal organs!"

"However, when I jumped into the pit, I realized that no one could help me fill it up!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"That passer-by didn't help, and even stole my wallet!"

"It's terrible, woo woo woo! Ah Que, Aji is super sad!"

The young man was talking non-stop, tears even leaked from his eyes, looking at him like a cat that suddenly fell off the table, he was extremely wronged.

"That's it." Qingque murmured softly, "Then, Ah Zhi, go wash up."

Her smile was soft and gentle, like a cloud floating by in the sky, "Ah Zhi, go and wash up. Remember, the bandage should be removed, and the wound should not touch the water."

"I'll put the bandage back on for you when you come out."

Probably because he didn't expect to be let go so easily, the boy maintained his expression for a while.

After a while, the boy put a smile on his cheek again.

"Okay!" The boy turned around and went to the bathroom.

Qing Que watched Dazai's leaving back, was silent for a moment, and then closed the door of the bookstore.

She packed up the manuscripts, went to the warehouse to get the medicine box, got up and went upstairs.

When she came to the bedroom, Qing Que put the manuscript on the desk, took out the bedding, and spread it out.

Not long after, the bedroom door opened.

The little boy entered the bedroom with a face that had been rubbed vigorously.

"Azhi, come here." Qing Que patted the seat next to her.

The scars on his face were not serious, but the skin was scratched by something like a branch.After treating the wound on his face, Qingque was about to pull up the boy's sleeves.

"A bird! I want to listen to a lullaby!" the boy said suddenly.

Qingque's hand stopped.

She raised her head and met Dazai's eyes.

The light is dim yellow, softening all the corners of the room.

The black hair swept across his arms, soft as a trickling stream.

Like the clear sky covered by dark clouds, sad emotions dripped softly on the wet land like raindrops.

"Hey……"

Obviously it was just a soft sigh, but Osamu Dazai felt so heavy that his heart was going to be broken.