[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

The man didn't say anything.

He just opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but finally gave up.

There was a hint of disappointment and complexity in those blue eyes that were as clear as the sky.

He didn't say anything, he didn't look any more, he just silently ignored my terrible ugly appearance, and then continued to get along with me as usual.

—but it made me even more sad.

Wipe the blood on the palms with a paper towel, roll up the toilet paper, and throw it on the ground at will, "Contact the logistics to come and deal with the scene."

"Yes."

Calmly looking at the struggling man in the corner who was not completely dead, Tsushima lowered his eyes.

This person can't live anymore, and it's only a matter of time before he dies.

Without any hesitation or uneasiness, he quickly took out his usual pistol/gun from the holster at his waist, without aiming, he just casually pulled the trigger forward—but precisely shot the man between the eyebrows.

The falling bullet casings hit the ground, making a crisp "click" sound, and then gradually submerged in pools of blood.

Looking at his palm, the boy blinked his eyes in confusion.

I don't have any feeling anymore, about robbing other people's lives.

...It turns out that this kind of thing can also be used to.

Give up entanglement, give up tenderness, give up thinking.Simply use reason and command to control behavior, execute it like a machine, and numb yourself, as if this can relieve all pain.

Probably useful?

Tsushima thought so.

Otherwise, why now, I no longer have the desire to cry.

When you are sad, you always want to cry... So now that I can't shed tears, I must not be sad at all.

"Black ghost?" Tsushima took a sip of coffee as he glanced over the daily information compiled by the intelligence department.

Because of the unpredictable actions and the impossible to find the direction of the marksmanship, like ghosts appearing and disappearing, so you have such a funny and funny code name for yourself?

"It's really leisurely, this group of people." The phone rang, glanced at the phone, and immediately understood who was calling, Tsushima ruthlessly swiped the screen and hung up.

After a few seconds, the quiet phone vibrated again. He pinched the phone expressionlessly and swiped the answer button with a slight disgust. Tsushima put his ear to "Hello."

"So indifferent, Tsushima-kun~" Knowing that the other party wanted to hang up the phone in the next second, the frivolous voice hurriedly stopped, "Hey——wait a minute, Tsushima-kun, don't hang up the phone yet."

Lin also chuckled, "I just want to chat with you. After all, there's nothing important recently, it's boring~" A trivial whisper sounded quietly, "Well...Xiaojing is not in Ikebukuro recently, and I don't know what to do. go......"

"What's the matter?" Tsushima held the phone with the side of his head, tilted his head silently and continued to write the paperwork.

"That's right, suddenly several people bought your information from me~" As if suddenly remembering, the voice in the microphone jumped playfully, "And they all paid a very high price, it's amazing."

"I didn't expect Tsushima-kun to be so popular." Exaggeratedly exclaimed, Orihara Rin also continued: "Aren't Tsushima-kun curious about who they are?"

"Will you tell me if I ask?"

"Of course - no." The man smiled after drawing out his voice.

"...I can guess which forces it is." After all, I have done a lot of difficult "cleaning" work recently, and it is inevitable to be noticed by all forces.

Turning away the pen barrel, the gray-haired boy carefully poured ink into it.

"...Actually, there are foreign forces." The style of painting changed, and the voice suddenly became low. "Although I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that something big is going to happen next."

"I don't know me, and Tsushima-kun, what roles are they playing in this farce~" The teasing words were wrapped with hidden malice.

Stretching out his hands, grasping the air bubbles overflowing from his mouth and nose, he stared at the blue seabed in confusion. The thin figure of the young man was falling deeper and deeper into the depths of the black vortex.

Gradually, the light disappeared little by little, and the coldness took over the sense of touch, bringing a strong sense of discomfort.

——In this endless, lightless sea, the boy reached the other shore.

His thoughts gradually returned to his senses, and the noisy human voice poured into his eardrums, drawing back Tsushima's attention.

Am I not... in bed?

Staring blankly at his hands and clothes, the gray-haired boy touched his chest in confusion.

A thin white shirt and black trousers, this is indeed what I wear before going to bed—then why did I come here out of nowhere?

Is it the enemy's ability... But as myself who can "nullify the ability", how could it be affected by the ability?

Before he could react, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure moving from the corner of his eye.Subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but accidentally noticed the expression of the stranger - it was completely calm and turned a blind eye.

"Eh......"

The man's body passed through the boy's "shadow".

Looking at the passers-by passing through his body one after another, his face turned pale, and he bit his lower lip helplessly, "What...what's going on."

I tried to exchange the "book" in my body, but I didn't feel any existence, as if this body was just an empty, illusory and fragile illusion.

Standing in the center of the road for a long time, waiting for the turbulent emotions in his chest to gradually calm down, Tsushima lifted his feet and walked forward in a daze.

Until he passed by "someone" and suddenly realized something, his black eyes suddenly widened, filled with unbelievable surprise.

"Mr. Oda?" Noticing the red-haired man stopped, a doubtful voice sounded, "Is there something?" Pushing his black-rimmed glasses, Kunikida Tokpo looked at the thoughtful person beside him.

"No, it's nothing." Blinking, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, "I'm just thinking about what gift to bring to the children today."

"Well, are you going to the stationery store then? After all, the children have to go to school too."

"Yes, school will start soon." As if recalling something, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, Odasaku nodded, with a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

"..." Until the figures of the two disappeared, as if waking up from a dream, Tsushima's slack eyesight refocused "Ha... ah..."

An impossible guess was established in his heart, because of the shock, the boy's body began to tremble.

Turning around quickly, towards a direction so familiar that you can walk with your eyes closed, put all your strength on your legs, speed up your running, panting heavily, the gray-haired boy ran forward in a panic.

——I want to see him, I really want to see him.

Throwing the cigarette with his fingertips on the ground and stamping it out with the sole of his shoe, the brown-haired man clicked his lips.

As if he had finally lost his patience, his body leaned forward slightly, the dark red light wrapped ominously around his body, and the hem of the black coat behind him floated up unsteadily.

With explosive power like a cheetah, with the ferocity to destroy everything, the man's figure was launched like a cannonball, shattering the entire house.

"Dare to be the enemy of the port mafia, do you want to be crushed by gravity?"

Countless broken rubble and stones floated in the air, motionless as if the pause button had been pressed. "This is the response Hong Kong black gave you."

A deep voice gushed out of Nakahara Chuya's throat, and his indifferent blue eyes were without a trace of warmth, looking around at the trembling enemies around him.

The youthful feeling has faded away, and all that settles on the man at this time is the mature majesty of a powerful hunter who has been bathed in countless blood and battles—just standing there calmly cannot make people have the desire to resist.

"Let's go." Turning around with disdain, putting his hands in his pockets, Chuya left the ruined ruins without looking back.

Some people think that the current strength of Hong Kong and Hong Kong depends on the powerful force of the Central Plains.

However... I don't think so.

Because Hong Kong and Black no longer need a powerful leader.

There is nothing wrong with saying this - the stability of the existence of the Mafia does not depend on strength and deterrence, but on a strict, firm and reasonable order.

Just relying on a strong leader alone will not allow the organization to exist for a long time-this lesson, I have understood it many years ago.

White smoke gushed out of his mouth and nose, and he turned his gaze to the changing scenery outside the window, and the brown-haired man fell into a fugue.

The order of the gangsters in Hong Kong has long been established in the hands of the former leader... Osamu Dazai. Now I just accept it and manage it hastily.

Even if the leader is not himself, there won't be any big problems in Hong Kong and black.

Seriously... that guy always had everything organized in advance, there was no room for faults, all possibilities were anticipated and prepared.

...is really annoying.

Suddenly, a small cute figure appeared in Nakahara Chuya's mind.

——So, even the appearance of that mysterious child was in your expectation?

Tsushima... why did you commit suicide?

The author has something to say: Chuya didn't say anything in the end, after all, he doesn't know Tsushima well, and he has no position to criticize the other party.

Because Chuya and Dementia, they are not familiar with each other at present, and their relationship is not that close.In addition, Zhong also noticed that the dementia seemed to have sad emotions towards him, so he would not take the initiative to touch mines usually.

After all, he couldn't feel the pain of others, so Zhong also chose the way not to hurt Tsushima as much as possible-that is, to ignore the wounds of the other party and treat the other party calmly as before.

Only in front of the existence of "Chung Ye" will dementia change itself into a familiar appearance and try to hide its emotions as much as possible.

——Because I don't want to see the expression of "him" disappointed because of me.

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The title of the last chapter was wrong, it should be the future forever, but I am too lazy to change it (because there is an audit)

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My best friend wants to watch the plot of Tsushima going to other worlds (such as Wenlian or fgo singularity), after all, Tsushima can travel across the world.

Write, you can write.

Now there are two directions, one is to play in the Wenye crew, or to play in other crews.

If it's another crew, it's probably fgo or Wenlian, these two can be set together - one is the strange "nameless blank book" that Shuqian fished out, and the other is alterego or something... clown The order is also more in line with the complex characteristics of Tsushima's personality and existence (——as Osamu Dazai, the mixed existence of his own independent personality and the book of the world)

Or if you have other good fan, you can leave a message and talk about it, let’s forget about the ancient times, it’s usually a modern combat fan or something (you can’t let Tsushima play tennis and basketball (it’s strange jpg)