Yokohama old father writes book daily

Coney is missing.

The red-haired man remained calm, and asked Lesley about the cause and effect in detail. He learned that on the way back from shopping with everyone, Kony said he would throw away the cup of milk tea he had drunk, then ran away alone Did not come back either.

He was going to check the situation near the place where Kony disappeared, but he was stopped by the neurotic western restaurant owner before he went out two steps: "Xiaozhi, I suspect that I have someone watching me."

"?" The red-haired man showed a puzzled expression, but it was not much different from when he was expressionless, and no human could tell the difference.

"Look." The shopkeeper spread out his hand, revealing a lock, "The lock that was lost in the shop was suddenly put in a gift box and returned to my hands. Now I feel panic all over."

The lock was still a normal lock, without any blood or stains on it, but the appearance of such things at this point in time was already a clear indication.

The red-haired man nodded and comforted the shopkeeper: "It's a good thing to find something lost, uncle, don't worry."

The shopkeeper was dubious: "How could there be such a weird good thing? I think it was calculated by someone."

"It's okay, it's for me."

"Oh." The shopkeeper showed a relieved expression, and then his face changed.

It's all because the red-haired man's tone of voice was too calm, so that the shopkeeper didn't feel the problem at the first time: "No, I said Xiaozhi, someone is plotting against you? If you need my help, just say so, don't hold on .”

"No, it can be handled well. Uncle, please take care of the children for me for a while, and don't let everyone run around."

After speaking, before the shopkeeper was willing or not, the red-haired man ran back to the bedroom in twos and twos, opened the drawer and took out the pen and receiver presented by Fyodor.

As he expected, the receiver, which had been blacked out before, was now lit up, and the bright light indicating the direction was small and silent.

He tried to call Osamu Dazai, but got a feedback that the line was busy. He called the detective agency again, but the line was still busy.

This was obviously no coincidence, Fyodor made it clear that he was only going alone.

The red-haired man's mood sank to the bottom, and he didn't want to make any extra attempts, so he put on his clothes and took his gun and went out.

The night was cold and windy, the signal in the receiver only had direction but no route, and the roads in the city were complicated, so he had to make many detours. passed.

After landing again, he was completely soaked from the waist down, and he looked very embarrassed. Passers-by looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, and some more enthusiastically asked him if he needed help.

What was more embarrassing was that the enthusiastic person was still holding hard tofu and his book in his hand. When he refused, he felt that his tone of voice became very weird, but maybe it was just an illusion.

Finally he found a ruined building along the way.

The ruins are very small, no matter how you look at it, there is no way to hide people, but this is where the signal ends.He searched carefully and found a secret door leading to the basement. After opening the door, there was a faint light inside.

The red-haired man didn't hesitate much, he went down and climbed into the basement.

The area of ​​the basement is smaller than he guessed, and there are no complicated scenes such as underground factories and nest kingdoms. Fyodor.

This basement was obviously used seriously as a residence. There are not only tables, chairs and beds, but also bookshelves, kettles, refrigerators and other living furniture.

The red-haired man couldn't figure out Fyodor's way for a while.

At first glance, this place is very suitable for catching turtles in urns, whether it is catching mice or catching humans.

He took a closer look around Fyodor, only to find that there was another door on the wall next to Fyodor, but it was painted in the same color as the wall, which was very inconspicuous.

"Xiaozhi is here? Please sit down." Fyodor smiled and motioned the red-haired man to sit at the table.

There is a copy of "The Goodness of Couples" on the table, and there is a bottle of ink next to it. It is obvious what it is for.

The red-haired man took out the gun and held it in his hand, pulled out the safety and aimed at Fyodor.

Today Fyodor is still dressed warmly, the felt hat sets him off as weak and harmless, his bright purple eyes are slightly lowered without energy, with a slight smile on his lips, and one hand resting lightly on his face. On Kony's wrist, the sitting posture was very relaxed, as if he didn't even know that he was being pointed at by a gun.

His tone was gentle, as if he was telling a secret: "Christmas is the day to commemorate the birth of Jesus. The Virgin Mary gave birth to him on this day, and he was born to save people from their sins... Xiaozhi, do you believe in religion?"

For some reason, there is an indescribable aura about Fyodor at this moment. If one must describe it, it is "divine".

There was compassion in Fyodor's slightly drooping eyes, like a pious and lofty saint.Instead of being in a small basement, he seemed to be in a kingdom of God.

This kind of breath is natural, without any deductive elements, at least the red-haired man feels that this is much more realistic than the smile that the other party often hangs on his face.

So Fyodor is still a religious believer?

The red-haired man was noncommittal about this discovery, but stared at Fyodor warily and replied, "Maybe."

Fyodor sighed: "Sit down first, Xiaozhi, I know you don't kill people, but as long as you shoot, no matter where the bullet hits, I will directly kill Kony. Did Osamu Dazai discuss it with you?" My ability? Many people think that my ability is related to the spiritual space, but to be honest, it’s just false news that I deliberately released.”

It sounds sincere, but whoever believes it is an idiot.Fyodor's abilities may or may not be related to the spiritual space, and either possibility is not worth the gamble.

The red-haired man weighed it up, lowered his gun and sat obediently at the table.

Without further instructions from Fyodor, he directly took out his pen, opened the ink bottle on the table to absorb ink, and then unfolded the title page of "The Good Couple".

The newly printed books were stained with a good smell of ink, the red-haired man smelled a little bit, and felt refreshed, and the anxiety accumulated along the way calmed down a lot.

The cuffs were still wet, so he rolled the sleeves over his arms to avoid water stains from contaminating the books, and started writing steadily on the title page.

He still remembered what to write, so he finished it in one go without pausing, and handed it to Fyodor.

Fyodor took the book with his free hand, not letting go of Kony at all.

The red-haired man thought in his heart to take the opportunity to attack in close quarters, and the ability immediately returned the picture of him dying on the spot.

But how exactly did he die?It seems that just a touch produces an instant death effect. If this is Fyodor's ability, it is really hard to guess.

"Fyodor, what is your purpose?" The red-haired man sat back at the table.

"Call me Fedya." Fyodor looked unhappy, as if he felt that the red-haired man shouldn't be so hostile to him.

He put the book on his lap, opened the cover with one hand, stared at the handwriting of the red-haired man on the title page for a while, and let out a hehehe laugh: "Xiaozhi, whoever can deceive himself the most will live the best life." Be merry. The world of fools has never been suitable for people who are too smart to live in, and I think you already know it very well."

"I'm not a very smart person."

"But Osamu Dazai is, right?"

The red-haired man was silent.

Fyodor tried to read something from the other's expression, but failed, the red-haired man showed no expression at all.

"Xiaozhi, I know that [the book] is in your hands, give it to me, and I will let Kony go." Fyodor chose to directly explain the goal, which is too rare for him, he was originally a A person who likes to talk and go around in circles.

The red-haired man said calmly, "You are mistaken, I don't know what book it is."

"No, you know."

The red-haired man stared into Fyodor's eyes and found that the certainty in the other's eyes was unassailable: "Well, I know. But no matter what you want to achieve with the [book], it will not succeed, it cannot be used to fulfill any wish .”

"It's just that it can't be used to fulfill most wishes." Fyodor smiled calmly, "I decided to come to you to ask for it after I fully understood the essence of [Book]."

He gently closed "The Good Couple".

"Xiaozhi, I understand everything. No more than three people can know the truth at the same time. Once written on it, this world will be overwritten, because this is just a false world of possibility, a world that is fundamentally denied. Ah," Fyodor said slowly.

The words were very soft, as if they were afraid of disturbing the passing gods, and even gave people an illusion of gentleness.

The red-haired man couldn't help constricting his pupils after hearing this, as if someone had punched him in the face.

Although he is not as smart as Osamu Dazai, he can still understand.Fyodor knew too much.No matter how he knew it, the superiority in intelligence has already decided the outcome of today's matter in advance.

Fyodor will get his wish because Oda Sakunosuke doesn't kill people.

Fyodor smiled slowly: "Everything is clear at a glance. If you attack me, or reject me, I will kill Kony, or kill you. You have no way to stop me first, because whether it makes me lose consciousness, Still control me, you are not as fast as my ability. Your only chance is to shoot me now, but you don't kill people."

Yes, this matter was not complicated from beginning to end, Fyodor didn't even bother to choose hostages, he just happened to have the opportunity to take Kony, so he chose Kony, the red-haired man didn't want to lose anything at all. A child, so he only needs one hostage to achieve his goal.

Fyodor spent more time on how to ensure that Oda Sakunosuke came alone. He made a lot of arrangements to temporarily hold back people who might come to help Oda Sakunosuke.

Oda Sakunosuke just tried to contact Osamu Dazai and the detective agency, but if he could be more patient and ask for help from various sources, he would find that no one could be found, no matter if it was the Supernatural Secret Service or anyone else, even the last Ordinary city police are powerless to lend a helping hand tonight.

The moment Oda Sakunosuke stepped into the basement alone, the result was doomed.

The only option is to hand over the 【Book】.

"If you figure it out, I'll start the countdown." Fyodor had a malicious smile on his face.

"No." The red-haired man raised his hand.

A blank book appeared out of nowhere in the hands of the red-haired man.

The shape of the [Book] looks so ordinary, so ordinary that it is hard to believe that it is a prop directly related to the survival of the world.

The red-haired man handed the [book] to Fyodor.

"Thank you." Fyodor nodded politely, stacked the [Book] and "The Good Couple" and put them in the inside pocket of his robe, then stood up.

But he didn't straighten up completely, one hand was still touching the sleeping Coney menacingly, and the other hand opened the door beside him.

He didn't mind at all that his hunched figure wasn't decent enough.

After all, a red-haired man with a wet lower body is obviously more unseemly.

Fyodor shrank half of his body behind the door, sticking out only his arms and head, staring at the red-haired man seriously: "Xiao Zhi, you should actually shoot me, because this is what I gave you. the only chance."

The red-haired man picked up the gun, his eyes fixed on Fyodor's fingers lightly touching Kony's body.As soon as Fyodor stopped, the bullet would go out.

But the bullet was still not aimed at Fyodor's head.

Fyodor showed some regret: "Well, you are indeed a man of one word, but..."

The two sides stood in silence for a few seconds.

It seems like centuries have passed.

"Osamu Dazai will die because of you." Fyodor finally said this, flinching his head and pulling his hands away.

The sound of the door closing and the gunshot sounded almost simultaneously.

The red-haired man rushed to pull the door, only to find that the door had been locked from the other side.The door is very thick and cannot be knocked open.

The red-haired man heard a faint explosion, followed by a violent shaking.This little basement is going to collapse.

He hugged Connie, crawled back to the ground and sprinted into the distance.

The whole area of ​​ruins sank down behind him.

It turned out that there was a dry underground river under the ruins of this building, but now the gap in the river has been completely filled.

The red-haired man ran to a safe and wind-shielded place, put Kony on the ground, confirmed that Kony was fine but just lethargic, and immediately called the owner of the western restaurant and reported his current location.

"Come and help me get Coney home, please. Me? No, I have work to do. It's not work. Yes, it's about love."