Complete Survival Manual

Number 165 is trapped in memories.

He stood behind himself in his memory, looking up at Akashi Sharo who was sitting on the bookshelf ladder.

Because of the aging circuit, the entire manor was without electricity that day.The wind blows into the room from the half-opened window of the study room. At this moment, the sense of sweltering summer heat is unprecedentedly strong.

The heavy hardcover book was spread out and pressed on the plaid skirt, and Akanisharo's head was dozing off bit by bit.

Sweat broke out on the forehead of the 14-year-old No. 165, and the adult looked down at him, remembering what he was thinking at the time.

Becoming Miss Sha Luo's guard was not an easy task. Before that, he and those competitors went through a year and eight months of selection.

They are all teenagers of about the same age. During the strict and lengthy selection process, no matter whether they are boys or girls, no one has complained.Most of their identities and backgrounds are related to Mirage, and even some of them are the descendants of Mirage members.

When the leader announced the list of personnel, as No.1, he got the opportunity to meet the leader.

"You are Hill Edgar, congratulations on winning the championship. If you go to see Shaluo and get her approval, then you will be her shield and sword, and will be by her side from now on."

"I can tell you clearly that when you choose to stay with Sharo, it means that you have lost the qualification to act in your own name. As the leader of Mirage and as the mother of that child, I hope you will consider it carefully. clear."

He pressed the position of his heart and bowed solemnly, "I participated in the selection so that one day I could stand behind Mirage's heir and dedicate my strength to him or her. Boss, since the heir has been selected, please You gave me a chance to fulfill my dream."

Akanishi smiled and gave him her blessing.

"Good luck, Edgar."

He met the heir that day as he wished.

The girl leaning on the bookshelf didn't sleep well, as if she would lazily open her eyes and look at him in the next second.As a result, his heartbeat gradually changed from steady to rapid, like a rabbit that can tap dance in his arms.

[When will she wake up? ]

[What will she say to me? ]

[Will she refuse my allegiance? ]

Complicated thoughts appeared one after another, and Hill Edgar's brain was disturbed by these problems.

It took him a while to realize it.

[I'm... nervous? ]

Akanishara moved, and the book slid to one side, about to slip from her lap to the ground.Edgar was stunned for a moment, and under the signal of the housekeeper outside the door, he called softly: "Miss Sha Luo, please wake up."

"..." Akashi Sharo yawned with half-closed eyes, "I remember you are..."

"Edgar," he said, "Miss Sharo, I'm Hill Edgar, your future bodyguard."

Akashi Sharo raised his eyebrows: "Just a guard?"

Edgar replied sternly: "As long as you wish, I can still be your playmate."

Akanishara laughed, and the crumbling book finally fell down.

The action of picking up the book was almost subconscious. When Edgar ran over to receive it, he heard Akashi Sharo say: "You are quite good at talking, but I will not keep anyone who can only speak nicely."

"I will have some tests here, and I look forward to you passing them as soon as possible." The girl stood up and straightened her skirt, saying goodbye to him, "Goodbye, Edgar, I will wait for you at the end of the test."

"When you come, I don't mind trusting you."

No. 165, who existed like a ghost, stretched out his hand, but the seemingly solid hand passed through the body of the person in front of him.

The cicadas outside the window were singing sharply, someone was trying to change his perception.

[…My lady. ] In the violent mood swings, his brain struggled to form words, [We will all be fine...]

[Hold on, Sara. ]

…………

Someone read a series of numbers in his ear.

The chanter recited the numbers upside down, and number 165 felt like thousands of sheep were bleating together in his head, and his headache felt like it was going to explode for a while.

The person who read the numbers was also very impatient. When he read the numbers for the seventh time, he asked angrily: "...Hey, is this really useful?"

"It's useful, Chuya-kun." Another brisk tone appeared, "This is the way Mirage keeps secrets internally. Mr. No. 165 must have received this kind of training, and Zhongya-kun underestimated their internal personnel's concern for their own Their passwords are sensitive."

"How many more times do you want to read it?!"

"Be a little patient, let's aim for a hundred times!"

"……what are you doing?"

"Recording, I want to take back the audio of Chuya Jun repeating the number. You know, he and I both have a little problem of insomnia. Listening to this will have a different effect on our sleep."

"?"

"Hey, don't look at me like that, Nakaya-kun." Said with a smiling voice, "I've tried the effect just now, and it's really quite effective. If there is a place to lie down in front of me now, I will I can sleep in three seconds and show you."

"Tsu—Island—"

"Ah, he should be awake." After a burst of noise, the more lively voice became clear, "Mr. 165, how do you feel now?"

Edgar opened his eyes, and the noisy sound from the tiny receiver stuck in his ear canal gave him the illusion that he had been discovered.Hiraoka Ichiro told him with the same attitude as before that the illusion is just an illusion.

He couldn't answer the question over there. He was in the same room with the culprit just now, he could only adjust his gaze and breathing calmly, trying to make himself look as if he was still awake.

Fortunately, there is no need for his answer.

The channel fell silent, only the barely audible electrical noise, which brought Edgar a little comfort.

[I actually felt comfort from a stranger. ] Edgar stared straight ahead, carefully adjusted the angle, and saw Akanishara's blank expression from the corner of his eye.He smiled wryly in his heart, [This may also be the reason why I am willing to trust a stranger, and I even only knew him for a few hours. ]

[When in the theater...]

Edgar felt that this sense of trust was a bit reasonable, because the guest who helped him was a little too magical.

[I hope everything will go smoothly as Mr. Tsushima thinks. ]

Glancing at Ichiro Hiraoka, who was trying to find a way to force out the information about the improvement agent that Akanishara knew, Edgar had a cold flame hidden in his heart.

It was suppressed anger and hatred for himself, and he looked at Hiraoka Ichiro as if he was looking at a dead person.

Hiraoka Ichiro, who fell into obsession, was unaware of what was happening on the ship.

He didn't know that Akanishi Lisu had evacuated the surrounding tourists, he didn't know that the gangster cadres and an ordinary guest were on their way to his hiding place, and he didn't know that the person he replaced had regained consciousness .

The time of the collapse is close at hand, and Hiraoka Ichiro is still dreaming of getting his target item and leaving the Siren Queen smoothly.

In the quiet room, everything is calm.

…………

A few hours ago, the Hanami Hall of the theater.

After the girl who delivered the fruit retreated, the strange guest tossed the apple in his hand.It may be that waiting is boring after all. After half an hour, the guest stood up and walked towards No. 165.

After stuffing the apple into No. 165's hand, he circled No. 165 a few times.

"So you are the male protagonist in the script? You are still the same mediocre, mediocre." Tsushima lamented, "I used to think that butterflies belonged to flowers full of sweetness, but now it seems that butterflies prefer Ordinary trees." He touched his chin, "Oh! That's it, the characteristics of knights and princesses attract each other, isn't there such a story in ACG?"

His admiration didn't change No. 165's expression at all. Except for a polite smile, No. 165 hardly showed any second expression.

This is even more exaggerated than sculpture, and it simply violates the daily expression of human behavior.

[The set characters are too thin. ]

Tsushima threw away a piece of hair that was pulled out of his hand, and took a few steps back to make room in order to wait and see the follow-up effect.

The follow-up did not disappoint him.

After being stunned for a few seconds by No. 165 whose hair was pulled out inexplicably, a crazy headache swept through every nerve of his body.

He yelled and howled, fell to the ground and scratched at the carpet.

But what hurt him was mental, and physical self-injury obviously couldn't divert the pain.He scratched indiscriminately, and soon the clothes on his body were wrinkled.

The sound insulation of the Hanami Hall is good, and the musical comedy being staged outside perfectly covers all the dissonance.

Tsushima just watched with his chin propped on the sidelines.

[It’s a pity that there is no paper, pen and ink here, such a state of madness is also something worth recording.After all, where is the limit of human beings?What are the various performances after touching the limit?The people I've observed so far have all behaved differently. ]

Tsushima wanted to naturally think of the people and things he had seen before - his memory was not bad, except for the confusion in childhood, everything after that was clearly imprinted in his mind.It can be said that as long as he wants to recall, it becomes very simple for him to look up the past.

He found that he always seemed to be able to meet people whose emotions broke through the limit, but in fact, human beings have excellent self-adjustment ability, and people who desperately break through the safety valve set by themselves only occupy a very small number of people in the group.

[Do heterogeneous attract heterogeneous? ]

Tsushima lifted the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes curved into soft arcs.

Number 165 over there stopped screaming meaninglessly.

He was limp on the ground, twitching from time to time, like a fish washed ashore by the tide.

Tsushima made sure he was completely quiet and walked over.

The remaining instinctive vigilance made 165 twitch again, his mind telling him that he should run away immediately, away from this guest who caused him confusion.But he was so physically exhausted that he couldn't even move.

"……Who are you?"

"Huh? It seems that I remembered something, that is to say, is it really a supernatural power?" Tsushima blinked and said to him, "Mr. Hill Edgar, I have seen you."

"you……?"

"You don't remember me at all, do you?"

After waking up from the dream called reality, the memories of "Number 165" and "Sil Edgar" were intertwined and distorted randomly, and the current No. 165's self-awareness of himself was unprecedentedly chaotic.

"I don't remember anything," he murmured.

"It's nothing, even if you remember everything, we just met once." Tsushima said, "You accompanied your miss to Kyoto for vacation, and you happened to meet at that time, but you should now I don't remember your lady either."

"..."

"Relax, I'm here to help you." Tsushima smiled, "I have something that needs to be investigated, and you are a necessary part of it. Edgar, do you want to accept my help?"

No. 165: "I don't remember anything, and I don't know when I will return to my original state. How can you help me? I don't even know why I became like this."

"Well, I do know a little bit." Tsushima squatted in front of him, "You became like this for your young lady, what caused you to become another person is a kind of supernatural power, and the persistence of this supernatural power Someone is still on this ship." He picked up the fallen apple and placed it squarely in front of No. 165, "The princess holding the apple is still struggling in the dragon's lair, so who knows? Will her loyal knight come to her rescue?"

"..." No. 165 moved deeply, "Who is she?"

"I think, it seems to be called—"

Akashi Saro.

The syllables lingered on the lips and tongue, and 165 found himself with a natural affinity for the names that popped into his head.

Tsushima stopped talking, knowing that he didn't need to say anything more.He stood up and snuggled into the sofa comfortably.

"I'm going to see her." No. 165 recovered a bit, he got up, and tremblingly adjusted his clothes, "Chixi Shaluo...Miss Shaluo has a way to restore my memory."

"It's really good news." Tsushima clapped his hands together, "Can you tell me more about it?"

No. 165: "I don't know more, she may have a password, she may have my notebook, or it may be that I will restore all my memories the moment I see her-in fact, my memory is also slowing down now. Recover slowly, just a little slower."

"It's best not to hope that you will recover slowly." Tsushima said, "There is a deep imprint left by that supernatural person on your spirit, unless you can fully recall everything about yourself, otherwise you will return The result of someone else's control."

"What method did you use to wake me up?"

"It's impossible for me to stay by your side all the time and use a special method to keep you sane," Tsushima's smile continued. "Just now, my juniors told me that there are people I know on the Siren Queen. So, I'm going to see him in a while." After thinking for a while, he added, "Perhaps he has a beautiful young lady by his side."

There was silence in the box, and No. 165 suddenly asked, "How did you know that?"

"Ok?"

"The supernatural power and the person who replaced me on this ship."

"It's just some reasonable inference." Tsushima said, "After all, sometimes the principle of proximity is followed to better see the subsequent development of the matter. It takes effort to seize the identity, not just for pranks."

When the musical came to an intermission, No. 165 bent down and sincerely said to Tsushima, "Please help me."

The heart under his right hand was beating vigorously, and the never-ending blood was rushing.He thought of Akashi Sharo, and when he uttered this name, even his dry soul seemed to be redeemed.

[She must be a very important person to me, and I want to take back everything I have. ]

"You have to go to her first." Tsushima turned out a thumb-sized plastic box out of nowhere. He opened the lid, poured it out, and poured out a very small flat metal piece.

"This is still an experimental product - an ear canal receiver, or you can call it a headset, anyway, the function is similar." Tsushima handed it to him, "It is installed in the ear canal, but because it is an experimental product, the effect is not stable yet .”

But it is enough here.

Number 165 took it, a little confused.

"All you have to do is to find Miss Sharo, and then observe the person with supernatural ability who planted supernatural abilities on you." Tsushima turned on his phone and showed a photo to No. 165, "If that person with supernatural ability is him , then I want to know everything you saw while you were with him."

A black-haired young man came out, and No. 165 carefully noted his facial features, and finally he took a few more glances at the signature under the photo.

[To Ichiro Hiraoka, photographed by Taitomo Ueno in autumn. ]

…………

The smell of blood filled his mouth, and Ichiro Hiraoka gritted his teeth anxiously.

He paranoidly believes that the reason for the current problem is his lack of ability. Akashi Sharo must know where the improvement agent is, and this secret is buried too deep, and he needs to dig it out a little bit by himself.

He warned himself: [Calm down calm down. ]

[My manipulation of supernatural powers is not precise enough. If my emotions fluctuate too much, they will break away from my hints. ]

[Too full of emotions is of no benefit to me. If there is someone who has the ability to transfer my mood swings to others, then I must try to become that person's partner. ]

Hiraoka Ichiro took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and tried his best to stabilize it.

Fortunately, in various senses, he is indeed an expert at controlling emotions. Whether it is his own or others' emotions, he can "adjust the right amount", and soon his emotions stabilized a lot. .

"Akashi Sara must have caused a reaction on the ship when she was bleeding all over her body. Now that I have taken her away, the whole ship will be put on alert before long." Hiraoka Ichiro said to himself, "It's time to retreat , and then go to the cornflower to test the improvement agent?"

"Although Cornflower is just a mutual aid group, the leader still has some skills..." He looked at Akashi Sharo with some reluctance, "This is my first work after learning the advanced application of my supernatural ability. It's really..."

Hiraoka Ichiro sighed.

[Actually, it is not a successful product. To me, not being able to produce the last secret work is tantamount to failure. ]

[Will he abandon such useless believers? ] He was a little flustered, but calmed down again in a blink of an eye, [His mind was full of melancholy and troubles that worried everyone. As long as I walk on the path of truth, I don’t need to use these little things to add to his worries.I am happy, and tomorrow's life will always be better than suffering. ]

Edgar silently remembered everything he heard, and he was surprised to see Hiraoka Ichiro become quiet.I don't know what he thought of, but there is a shallow compassionate temperament in him.

He looks like he has been purified.

[What's this? ] Edgar was a little hard to understand what happened in front of him, [Did he still find time to make a SPA for his soul?Or, faith? ]

[What a joke!Which god will listen to your prayer at this moment! ]

The author has something to say: Some of the things that happened between the time Dafa mentioned before are dropped in the form of irregular fragments——

Fragment 1 -

It was at dusk on a certain day, and Tsushima suggested, "Shall we go out to eat?"

"No——to—" Osamu Dazai's voice turned upward lightly, "Why is work so tiring—I can't move at all, and now I don't even have the strength to hold chopsticks—"

Tsushima looked at him lying on the back of the sofa, "To celebrate that you finally found a suitable job, it's normal to want to go out and celebrate—are you really so tired?"

Osamu Dazai hugged the pillow, as if he wanted to spend the rest of his life with the sofa.

Tsushima didn't force it either. To "celebrate" itself is to relax. If it becomes a burden, it's better not to go.

The calendar on the table is very conspicuous, Tsushima calculated and found that tomorrow is the day circled in red on the calendar.

"Dazai, you will be moving to the staff dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency tomorrow?"

"It's me, but it's actually us." Osamu Dazai sat up, put his chin on Tsushima's shoulder, and said softly, "There's only one bed over there."

"Huh?" Tsushima raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it tatami?"

"I had someone knock down the tatami."

"Money for redecoration?"

"Oh, of course it's Zhongye's card."

They have moved around safe houses in the past two years. These safe houses cannot be said to have a bad environment, but they are all without exception. a bedroom.

A bedroom means only one bed.

Given that Tsushima and Osamu Dazai are almost bound, the final result is that the two will engage in all kinds of childish competitions to determine who will sleep on the sofa and who will sleep on the bed.

At first, neither of them got used to it.

On the second day of sleeping on the sofa, there will always be whining and complaining, and those who sleep on the bed may not be able to cure their severe insomnia.Early the next morning, the two would taunt each other with smiles, and then fall into the busy day with double sleepiness.

It is torturing each other.

The torment lasted for two years, and although they would occasionally sleep on each other's bed cheekily in the later stage, this did not mean that they would give up their oath of sovereignty over the bed.

So the tradition of competition in childish games is still being maintained today.

Even if they can already sleep in a bed naturally.

Dazai: I won today~

Tsushima: Hey——(hugging the quilt unwillingly and puffing up her cheeks.jpg)

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About the receiver——

Black technology earphones, essential for home and travel~

As for whether it exists or not, it is another matter, anyway, it exists in the text (kimbo)

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Class is over today (finally), let’s celebrate more~