How to file a resignation with Gin

This is the first time that Kurosawa has accused him of being almost weak.Although the other party's tone was calm, as if he said something unimportant, it made Hojo Natsuki even more sad.

"...If you had told me earlier." He subconsciously followed Kuisawa's words, and then realized that he was being taken into the pit, and changed his words, "Obviously you are more..."

Kurosawa has always been the more ruthless person.

In the first week, when I got off the train, I suddenly left without saying goodbye.

This time, he shot him in the heart again.

But whether it is an accusation or a complaint, the other party has no way to hear it now.

Hojo Natsuki got up from the sofa, looking for a pen and paper to write on.

At the same moment, Kurosawa reached out subconsciously, trying to drag him back into his arms, but only touched air.

Kurosawa paused, and slowly tightened his fingers.His green eyes became more and more gloomy, as if a storm was brewing that would completely destroy the entire city.

Hojo Natsuki squeezed his palm lightly to show comfort.Then he got up and searched in the room, only to find a dusty pad and a pen with broken ink, and he cut off the idea of ​​communicating by writing.

Then he had a flash of inspiration, went to Kurosawa Jin's bedroom, dug out the old mobile phone, ran back to the sofa quickly, and created a new memo.

The light blue cursor to be typed blinked, but Natsuki Hojo didn't know what to write.

There are too many things to say, but it is extremely difficult to export them.

He thought for a while, and typed: [Why do you flip through people's memo and write a reply]

The dark cloud covering Kurosawa's face dissipated a little, and he asked, "Can't I see?"

【This is my privacy. 】

"Oh."

[?Too much, you. 】

"If you don't use my birthday as the password." Kurosawa Jin raised his eyelids and stated slowly, "You should still be able to protect a little privacy."

Now the speechless person became Hojo Natsuki, he couldn't get angry, he opened the graffiti pen and scribbled, drawing a messy ball of thread.

Kurosawa looked at the black ball of thread on the screen, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Relying that the other party could not see him, Hojo Natsuki stared at him unscrupulously. After a while, he wrote: [You reminded me before not to continue studying the 'Laplace demon', do you know something? 】

"I don't know." Kurosawa said, "I only know that the researchers who approached Laplace's demon are all dead."

He looked over and said calmly: "...you are no exception."

Hojo Natsuki's heart twitched, his fingers on the virtual keyboard stopped instantly, and he typed a series of meaningless letters one after another.

He hit backspace and deleted them all.

The memo interface returns to a clean and blank blank.

For a long time, Natsuki Hojo didn't know what to ask.

It is not surprising that Kurosawa would make such a decision.

In the first week, the [Laplace Demon] project is Rum’s wishful thinking, and Hojo Natsuki is just a dispensable member of the research institute.He met Kurosawa very late, and the fetters with the organization were not deep.

And in this week, Natsuki Hojo is highly valued, and was raised and educated by the organization since childhood, just like the root system of a tree, which is inseparable.Kurosawa was older than him, and before the conflict between him and the organization broke out, he chose to climb up and become his patron.

Kurosawa seems to have done something wrong, but limited by that premise, it is difficult for him to give a better answer.

And Hojo Natsuki himself, maybe after receiving the promise, he should trust Kurosawa again.

But after that heart-piercing shot, I was too afraid of pain.

When the seemingly invisible gunshots sounded again, he was like the person in the story who was afraid of well ropes for ten years, shivering and running away.

Kurosawa spoke, breaking the suffocating silence between the two.

"I had a dream," he said, "I was a cat. Saw you and another Kurosawa."

Hojo Natsuki came back to his senses, suddenly realized something, and the syllables of doubt overflowed down the trachea.He wrote: [... a cat? 】

"Yes." Kurosawa stared at the ceiling, his tone was loose, but with a hint of gnashing of teeth, "On and off dreaming, you opened a rescue station full of cats, he likes..." He stopped talking suddenly.

No wonder...

The silver-haired man I saw in the middle of the night.

Occasionally, I felt a strong gaze that seemed to be mixed with love and hate.

Kurosawa did not remember that he was the protagonist of the story, but recalled the past in another way.

Hojo Natsuki smiled: [Then what?What happened afterwards. 】

Probably out of disgust, or simply out of sorts, Kurosawa's tone sank, and he announced the end of the story in a sharp turn: "...he died later."

Hojo Natsuki laughed immediately, and drew a smiling face on the memo to express his happiness, but when Kurosawa saw the smiling face, he became even more upset.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked.

Before Xia Shu could write an answer, his eyes suddenly went dark.

He blinked to confirm that he didn't faint suddenly, so he groped in the dark, followed his vague memory to find the button to open the cabin with difficulty, and opened the game hatch.

power cut.

He immediately sent a message to his subordinates to let them deal with it.

It turned out that it was due to maintenance of the electrical circuits in this area, and it was announced in advance that there would be a power outage for three hours.

Soon someone arrived and turned on the backup generator in the basement, and the villa's power supply returned to normal.

During this short waiting time, Hojo Natsuki hesitated to make a decision.

The moment the glare came into his eyes, he closed his eyes due to discomfort, but firmly pressed down Osamu Dazai's phone number with his fingers.

Before the other party could speak, Xia Shu said first: "Lend me the 'book'."

After he said this sentence, there was no more to say, but he knew that Osamu Dazai could understand.

Dazai on the other end of the phone breathed steadily, and after a long time, he asked, "Is it still for Kurosawa?"

Just as Hojo Natsuki didn't need to explain, he didn't need Natsuki to answer this obvious question, and he sneered at himself after asking.

"Love is so deep, Natsuki-kun." Dazai dragged his voice and sighed, "I'm going to cry for your love. You get the book, start over again, and then?... Then repeat the same mistakes, right? "

"I have other important things now." He resumed his cynical tone, and the sarcasm in his words was swept away, "If you still insist on it tomorrow, talk to me face to face."

As [Hung up] popped up on the screen of the phone, the repeated sound of "beep-beep-" spread from the amplifying hole.

Hojo Natsuki didn't care about his ridicule, rather, Dazai never really supported him in this matter.

He decided to rest early, recharge his energy, and negotiate with the other party tomorrow.

The next morning, Hojo Natsuki called Dazai again, but got a business-like reply from secretary Akutagawa Gin.He knew that it was Dazai who had made up his mind to hang him out, so he wasn't in a hurry.

Hojo Natsuki returned to the game cabin, put on his helmet, and stared at the save interface in a daze.

【Identity Card 1】【Hojo Natsuki [Teared Card]】

【Create a new identity card】

Just as Osamu Dazai has the two identities of [Shuji Tsushima] and [Psychiatrist], he can also create another identity card and re-encounter Kurosawa Jin in the existing archive.

Touching across the dimension, you can get illusory comfort from the cold code and holographic image, reconcile the past, and get back to the old good...

But what's the difference between this and the first week?

The distance between them really exists, it cannot be crossed, it cannot be broken.

This is the real repeat.

Hojo Natsuki became depressed, but soon realized one thing - before quitting the game due to a power outage last night, there was no manual pause, and the time in the game would advance at several times the speed of reality.

In other words, Kurosawa reunited with him for a short time, and then disappeared suddenly.

【Loading...】

The ten or so seconds of loading was as long as half a century, and Natsuki Hojo was so anxious that he opened [Get NPC Precise Positioning] without stopping the moment he landed.

He was still in the place before he went offline, which was in Kurosawa's safe house.

And Kurosawa is in...

California? !

Zoom in on the map, it's in the suburbs, it seems to be on a hill.

Natsuki Hojo immediately rushed to Kurosawa's bedroom, found his old mobile phone in a familiar cabinet, and played the call to the other party. Fortunately, he got connected after waiting for two seconds.

"Sorry, I forgot the timeout... No, I didn't mean to leave without saying goodbye..." He stumbled and explained, "Where are you in California..."

Kurosawa's indifferent voice was mixed with a slightly distorted electric sound, and he asked, "...is that you?"

Forgot again.

He can't hear.

The inexplicable loss occupies the emotional high ground and suppresses everything else.

Hojo Natsuki pursed her lips, and edited the text message: [Where are you? 】

It takes time to send a transoceanic text message. In this brief second or two, Xia Shu seemed to see a devastating torrent, threatening to engulf everyone and go to an unexpected place.

As he had realized a long time ago, if Kurosawa Jin wanted to protect him from the shadow of the organization, he had to become Gin.

But Gin held a gun and couldn't hug him.

But now, Hojo Natsuki thinks that he has endured all the hardships, wants to reconcile with the love and hate that has entangled half of his life, and ushers in a sunny ending, but returns to the starting point of everything——

Between him and Kurosawa, there is still infinite space and time, reality and illusion.

"In California."

【Where are you going? What are you doing? 】

"It's nothing." He said, "...I thought of you, let's take a look."

Kurosawa returned the milk carton that had been accidentally knocked down just now, glanced at the inscription on the tombstone, and put Beretta, which was still aimed at him, back into the inner bag.

【I do not believe. 】

【Play a game?I ask you answer, just say yes or no. 】

"boring."

【Let's play.I haven't seen you for a long time, please cooperate a little bit. 】

"Oh."

So text messages arrived in Kurosawa Jin's inbox one after another.

【You have liked me a long time ago, before I found out that I like you. 】

"Ah."

【You never thought of killing me. 】

"Ah."

【Rum was killed by you to avenge me. 】

"Ah."

Unexpectedly, the other party cooperated so well, Hojo Natsuki typed with trembling fingers, and spelled out the question he wanted to ask most word by word.

[After discovering that I suddenly disappeared again, are you...really planning to die. 】

Send a message.

This time the other party's reply was not as timely as before. After a while, the whispers on the other end of the phone sent Kuisawa Zhen's words along the phone line.

"After asking so many questions, it's my turn."

Kurosawa's voice was as light as if it had been washed with water, but it contained some undercurrents, "...will you still go?"

Natsuki Hojo immediately clenched his phone, but couldn't answer.

The long-lost feeling of powerlessness once again strangled him tightly, unable to breathe.

He can recreate the identity card, and by pausing the game, artificially create the illusion that Kurosawa wants.

But then what?

Then, he watched Kurosawa Jin's life, not the person in the story.

……

【I have no idea. 】