How to file a resignation with Gin

Hojo Natsuki opened his eyes.

The first thing you can see is the snow-white ceiling, and the faint smell of disinfectant water lingers around.As he woke up, the instrument monitoring vital signs around him made a harsh sound of "beep-beep-".

There was a commotion outside the door.

"He's awake!"

"Go and inform the leader!"

"The attending doctor, call the doctor..."

Tens of seconds later, a middle-aged man with a solemn face pushed open the door of the ward, followed by several white coats and nurses.The white coat behind him stared at the numbers on the instrument, and the pen tip quickly recorded on the plate armor.

The attending doctor was quite professional. After confirming that his vital signs were stable, he asked, "Is there any discomfort?"

Hojo Natsuki thought for a while: "I'm thirsty and a little hungry."

"You can only take some liquid food now." The doctor said, "Do you remember your name?"

"Of course. Natsuki Hojo."

He and the attending doctor had a question and answer back and forth, articulate and logical, and finally the expression on the doctor's face relaxed a little, and he nodded and said, "Go to bed early, and the nurse will bring you dinner later."

Hojo Natsuki responded, watched these people go out, and the ward immediately returned to silence.

The memories belonging to the real world are like the waves at high tide, and they are photographed unreasonably, almost knocking him out.

He struggled to sort out his memory, and the more anxious he was to clarify it, the more he felt uncomfortable. A few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and Venus stared out in front of his eyes.

Hojo Natsuki was panting heavily.

"……never mind."

Think slowly, don't rush for a while.

There was no clock in the ward, and he didn't know how long it had been. Finally, the sound of someone's footsteps from far to near broke the deathly silence.

"Du Du." The man knocked on the door, "Xia Shu, are you awake?"

Hojo Natsuki: "Please come in."

The young man who came to visit him had dazzling orange hair, handsome and delicate features, and was not tall, but he was full of aura when he walked over.

Natsuki Hojo retrieved his name from memory, Chuya Nakahara.

"I just finished a task nearby. I heard that you woke up. Come and take a look." Zhong Yuanzhong also put the beautifully packaged fruit gift box on the bedside, with a leisurely attitude, "Do you still know me?"

He should be a good person with relatively no bad intentions and a straightforward temper.

"My memory is a bit confused." Hojo Natsuki looked at him innocently, "Is your name...Chuya?"

The other party raised his eyebrows: "Yes. Zhongye in the Central Plains."

"...It seems that I have an impression." Hojo Natsuki pondered, and then revealed his true purpose, "How did we meet? Can you tell me about me? Try to be as detailed as possible?"

"Oh, okay." Chuya Nakahara said, "Do you remember the leader... Osamu Dazai? And Portmafia."

Hojo Natsuki nodded: "Well, you continue."

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he thought of was this person, because he had known Dazai for a long time, and had plotted against each other for many years.He is also the doctor and Tsushima in the game. He is insidious and troublesome, and he is highly recognizable. He brought the two bad habits of suicide and riddles from the real world to the game, and it is difficult to be wrong.

"At that time, I hadn't joined PortMafia yet, and I was a member of the Boys' Self-Defense Force. The port showed me solicitation, but I refused." Nakahara also considered his words, "You reminded me to be careful of Osamu Dazai, But then I fell into his trap..."

Speaking of this, Hojo Natsuki also remembered.

When he was about [-] or [-] years old, Dazai smiled and invited, "Xia Shu-kun, are you interested in visiting my dog ​​together?"

Hojo Natsuki: "Oh? Which unlucky guy is this time?"

Dazai and he ran to Leibo Street in the middle of the night, climbed on the roof and peeked at Nakahara Chuya with binoculars, like two sneaky cats.

Xia Shu: "This is so weird."

"What does it matter? It's only natural for the master to look after dogs." Dazai changed his tone, "So? Do you have any conclusions?"

"Yeah." Hojo Natsuki didn't raise his head, "I can confirm that he is the container for Huangba to vomit."

"How did you confirm it?" Dazai looked at him curiously, "Do you rely on your omniscient 'book'?"

"Of course not." Hojo Natsuki denied, "If you always use it to know the future in advance, what's the point of living? It's like a game with a modifier."

While they were arguing, a figure floated into the air stepping on the red light.

Nakahara looked at them condescendingly, with a clear warning tone: "You..." He saw Dazai who turned his head first, "Dazai? I warned you not to come again, do you want to be crushed by gravity? "

"It's scary!" Dazai shrank his neck and hid behind Hojo Natsuki, "Natsuki-kun, beat this dark dwarf away."

Zhong Yuanzhong also disdained: "Oh? Speaking of which, who is this person?"

Dazai smiled sinisterly: "Natsuki Hojo, the associate cadre of PortMafia, is only a little worse than me, it's enough to deal with you."

Natsuki Hojo: "..."

He didn't do anything, and the situation automatically turned into Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara ridiculing each other, and finally the two seemed to have made another angry bet.

After leaving Saibo Street, Xia Shu said: "He seems to hate you."

Dazai said calmly, "I hate him too."

"You guys are really annoying." Xia Shu said, "Perhaps Zhong Yuan Zhong will also refuse to join PortMafia in order to deliberately avoid you."

"No. It's best to pick up this kind of homeless dog."

"……makes sense."

"By the way, Xia Shu-kun, do you want to make a bet with me?" Dazai seemed to think of something, his tone suddenly became joyful, and his kite-colored eyes were finally stained with the anger that his age should have, "Just bet on whether I can let Zhongyuan Join the Mafia, too, if I win..."

He smiled slyly: "You have to lend me that 'book'."

This is not the first time that Osamu Dazai has made such a request. The attraction of 'books' to him is like that of a cat teaser to cats, always wanting to scratch their paws.

But this time, Natsuki Hojo, who was irritated so much, thought about it, nodded and said, "Yes."

Dazai sighed, "Wow...you actually agreed?"

The night wind brought a gust of coolness, and the gray-black sky darkened little by little.Hojo Natsuki stared at the dim streetlights in disrepair, and smiled very loosely.

"I have no reason not to agree, as long as you can afford the price of knowing the future." He looked at Osamu Dazai, "Are you really mentally prepared for this?"

Dazai shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and his tone was as calm as discussing the weather: "What else can I be charged? It's nothing more than a life."

So this bet was established, Hojo Natsuki didn't take it too seriously, even if he didn't read the 'book', he knew that Zhongyuan Zhong would definitely join PortMafia.

Like fate, an unchangeable trajectory.

However, he was quite willing to add obstacles to Dazai in the process, guessed Dazai's plan from a little clue, and then informed Chuya Nakahara first, dragging what could have been completed in a week or two to as long as a month and a half.

At this time, Nakahara Chuya has actually changed from the target of Osamu Dazai to the spoils of the battle of wits and courage between Dazai and Natsuki.

He was surprised by this, and didn't understand why the two PortMafia people were fighting for him, so he asked Natsuki awkwardly about this, and Natsuki said seriously that he didn't want to see Dazai get better because he was so annoying.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't refute this reason, and while feeling uneasy, he gradually accepted it.Eventually, he joined PortMafia.

That night, Hojo Natsuki knocked on Dazai's door with the 'book' as promised.

"I will lend you the book, but there are three chapters."

"You said."

"It cannot be modified, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

"of course."

"The secret of the book cannot be told to others. Before you and I die, no third person in the world can touch it."

"Well, you said that before. What about the rest of the request?"

"The last request, I told you a long time ago, and you agreed." Hojo Natsuki passed the ugly book over steadily, "Dazai, you will pay the price for knowing the future."

And Dazai Osamu didn't seem to be listening at all, excitedly turned a few pages, and said with a smile: "Hey, I will become the leader of PortMafia? It seems that it has been a few years, so will the current leader die in my hands? "

……

"Xia Shu?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also reminded, "Are you listening?"

Hojo Natsuki blinked: "...Of course."

To prove that he was taking it seriously, he casually said, "Well, after hearing what you said, I just remembered something. In fact, your bright yellow Lamborghini was blown up by Dazai."

Zhong Yuanzhong also widened his eyes: "Huh?! I knew it, I asked you... He didn't let you tell me at that time, right?"

"That's right." Hojo Natsuki thought that there was no such thing at all, and used my newly developed light-sensitive bomb, "Sorry, Nakaya-kun."

"It's okay, it's not your fault." Zhongyuan Zhong quickly calmed down and cursed secretly, "That bastard..."

After going through this kind of thing a lot, he got used to it, and the way he quickly counseled himself was so proficient that it made people feel distressed.

Nakahara Chuya has a good relationship with him. This person is indeed a rare conscience of the mafia. He will not easily think badly of others, especially his companions (except Dazai). He does not deliberately explore, so he is completely unaware of Hojo Natsuki. Dazai's accomplice.

As the force ceiling of PortMaifa, Zhongyuan also has a lot of work, so he left after simply chatting with him.

So Hojo Natsuki could only recall slowly alone.

In the real world, he is also 21 years old this year, the same age as Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara.

He is an orphan, because of his amazing talent at a young age, he was adopted by the doctor Mori Ogai, and thus met his lifelong enemy Osamu Dazai.

By chance, Natsuki Hojo got this omnipotent 'book', the process is temporarily unclear, and there is a trace of destiny in the chaos, so he has the 'book'.

...Maybe, the 'book' chose him?

It is like a magic ring, which evokes the most secret desires in the bottom of the heart, causing people to gradually expand and go to perdition; while Hojo Natsuki is a hobbit who is not bewitched by it, because he is not interested in most things in the world , including not limited to money and fame.

In this respect, Osamu Dazai is very similar to him, and can be called the same indifference.However, Dazai wants the 'book'.

Just as he was thinking about this, the door was pushed open, and a young man with black hair and kite eyes walked in naturally, with his men in black suits blocking the door of the ward behind him.

"Long time no see." He pulled the stool away for himself, "I heard you met Zhongye?"

"Yeah." Hojo Natsuki raised his eyes to look at him, "My head is still a little confused, and I can't remember many things."

"Then take your time." Osamu Dazai pulled the corners of his lips, showing a leisurely and hypocritical smile, "But remind you, don't be reckless, Natsuki-kun?"

Hojo Natsuki was stunned: "Oh... 'book'."

He has a bet with Osamu Dazai, the theme of which is 'can you rewrite the fate of the red side must win and the Kurosawa battle must die'; he closed the 'book' and asked the other party to cooperate with his plan in the second week of the game.

The 'book' is an all-knowing and omnipotent prop similar to Laplace's demon, and it is even more outrageous: the words written on the 'book' will become facts.He wrote down that sentence, using the power of the 'book' to cross the wall of time and space, forget everything in reality, become a real game NPC, and want to reverse the ending.

And the so-called player forum that gave him spoilers is actually part of the 'book'.

When he chooses to commit suicide and inform Dazai of the 'book' information, the bet is that the opponent wins, because he forfeited the game without waiting for the end.

Xia Shu sighed, feeling a little relieved: "It's okay, I'll give it to you."

"Disappointed in him?" Dazai smiled happily, and sighed, "Xia Shu-kun, would you be troubled by love for such a smart person?"

"...It's really disgusting for you to say this word, shut up."

"I'm the leader." Dazai said hypocritically, "You have no respect for me at all."

"Dazai."

Hojo Natsuki paused for a moment, a look of confusion appeared on his face: "I..."

After all, which world did he belong to before everything started?

However, looking at Dazai's calm eyes, he knew that the other party would not seriously answer this question.This is something that he has not yet figured out, and what the other party can know is probably even more limited.

"I think the Laplace demon and the 'book' are very similar, in various senses." Hojo Natsuki changed the subject, "Maybe they belong to the same category, such as derivatives of world consciousness."

"It makes sense." Dazai answered, and said casually, "You brought the Laplace demon from the game world and turned it into a 'book'?...It's not impossible."

Slowly, he asked the question that Natsuki Hojo was thinking about: "So, regarding your identity, should you be a player or an NPC first?"

Hojo Natsuki wanted to say something, and skillfully threw the question back: "You have known me for so long, what do you think?"

Of course, Dazai would not be fooled, and he replied sincerely: "No matter what Natsuki-kun is, I will not treat you as a monster, are you moved?"

Hojo Natsuki sneered: "I'm going to vomit."

"You really look more and more like your ex-boyfriend." Dazai said, "Could it be that the old relationship is unforgettable?"

Xia Shu: "Get lost."

"...That tone really sounds like it!" Dazai rubbed his arms, with a look of chills, "He thought I was a guy with bad intentions for you, and he came here specially to threaten me, and almost died."

Hojo Natsuki lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and did not answer.

The silence fermented in the air of the ward for a while, and was finally broken by Osamu Dazai.

"I opened hosting." Dazai said, "According to the time from when you tear the card to returning to reality, several months should have passed in the game. Do you want to see it? What happened after you left."

Xia Shu smiled nonchalantly: "...no more."

"After all, it's just one less me, so what will affect it? Gin will return to the organization." He said calmly, "The next thing is to continue his day-to-day killer life, work for the organization, and wait for the red-black duel." Death is inevitable after failure."

Dazai: "Do you remember? At that time, I really worked hard, time after time, to save him. But he is a loyal dog of the organization."

"A little bit, I just remember something like that, and it didn't come to fruition." Xia Shu's face was pale, and he recalled with difficulty, "...as an NPC, when I made the 'Laplace Demon' , glimpsed the death ending of Kurosawa Zhen's repeated reincarnation."

"Wow, are you working hard for the Kurosawa formation even if you lost your memory in the game?" Dazai took out a delicate handkerchief from the inner bag without knowing it, "You really, I'm crying to death."

"...Stop acting." Xia Shu shivered expressionlessly, "It's disgusting."

"Okay." Osamu Dazai put away the handkerchief graciously, and his tone was relaxed, but with a bit of self-evident sarcasm, "In the first week, after the death of Kurosawa who disobeyed the order of the organization for you, you tried So many times - killing all the red squares and killing all the black squares, Gin will die every time, or turn against you. The Kurosawa formation you want to save is not that Gin."

He smiled: "Do you think it's a pity? Mr. Xia Shu. I paid by mistake."

Hojo Natsuki replied flatly: "I know. That's why I tore up the card. It's getting late, you can go." His tone was tactful but quite straightforward, "I want to sleep."

Osamu Dazai originally wanted to say something, but raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Okay."

The other party left just like that, leaving Hojo Natsuki alone to continue sorting out memories.

After thinking and thinking, he felt that all his efforts were useless efforts to move himself.

Outside of the game, he likes the Kurosawa formation in the first week, and wants to save this person, so he reopens it again and again, and even abandons everything in reality that is not worthy of nostalgia to enter the game-but the gin in the later weeks is not Take his love.

He wasn't going to give up. After entering the game, [Hojo Natsuki] liked [Kurosawa], but Gin replaced Kurosawa again.

Hojo Natsuki stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, his temples throbbed twitching, he was indeed sleepy due to overuse of his brain.

……so tired.

……

Osamu Dazai, who had just left the ward, was in a good mood.

He is usually not free and has no interest in playing games. After completing the bet with Hojo Natsuki, the entire "Red Black" from the game cabin to the game itself is a waste product for him.

However, out of curiosity, he flipped through the story line after tearing the card.

This time, Hojo Natsuki guessed wrong.

——Gin, or Kurosawa, did not return to the organization.

……

At four o'clock in the morning, the streets of California were deserted, and street lights strung together along the road.

Kurosawa stepped on his own shadow, the smoke between his fingers was about to burn out.He caught a glimpse of the homeless man curled up on the corner of the street, lowered his eyes, raised his left wrist and took a breath.

More than half a year has passed since that day, and he can already calmly recall the details at that time and recount them like a real bystander.

The past few months have been quite turbulent. While avoiding the pursuers from various forces, the Kurosawa formation planned several counterattacks. It was extremely thrilling, and the mental pressure was so great that it could overwhelm any ordinary person.However, he has long been used to this kind of life, so it is not so difficult, but it is inevitable that he is a little tired.

Recently, the insects that were biting him were a little bit sober, and he was able to get away and come here to visit old friends who usually don't have time to recall.

Natsuki likes California, so he sleeps here.

The 24-hour convenience store was open, and Kurosawa took a stroll around, bought coffee and Shuhua milk, and walked forward along the memory.

The sea breeze is blowing, and the salty taste of the sea is diluted in the air, making it light and gentle.

Such a relaxing moment is rare, Kurosawa Jin was thinking about things aimlessly.

He flipped through Natsuki's old phone, guessed the password several times, and found out that it was his birthday; Kurosawa never remembered such boring things, and it was useless for Natsuki to prepare gifts and cakes for him every year, and he was too lazy to remember.

He could remember it because the child made him a cake, and on the surface layer, a series of numbers were squeezed out of cream like a dog crawling. It didn't look like a birthday greeting, but rather a warning of death.

"What is this?" Kurosawa silently pointed to the pattern on the corner of the cake, "...a dagger?"

Xia Shu was stunned: "That's the crown."

Kurosawa: "?"

But in the end, I happily ate this ugly cake.

He struggled to find this scene from his memory, filled in the numbers, and unlocked the phone.

There is a message on the screen: Bluetooth shared picture received.

Kurosawa glanced at it, it was a group photo, and stared at the photo for a long time, really couldn't figure it out.He walked so resolutely that he was stingy even when he said goodbye, but he was reluctant to take pictures.

...so contradictory.Kurosawa couldn't guess what he was thinking.

He walked into the cemetery, passed the white roses blooming beside the path, bent down without saying a word, and put the bottle of Shuhua milk in front of the tombstone.

Xia Shu didn't like drinking milk for a long time. He stayed abroad for a few years and gradually fell in love with iced Americano.If I could see it now, I would frown and argue with him, saying that children only drink this.

Kurosawa could think of his expression, so he smiled with the corners of his lips pulled.

He turned to face the smooth and clean sunlight, and the liquid light danced around his silver hair.

Kurosawa picked up the coffee can and lightly touched the milk carton: "This is beyond your control."