[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"you......"

"Zhongye..."

Two voices, one large and one small, collided together.

The two who made the sound were stunned for a moment, and then looked away in embarrassment.

The air fell into dead silence.

With an imperceptible entanglement, Chuya was the first to speak, and asked softly, "Are you... how are you doing?"

In sight, the gray-haired boy with his head hanging down like an ostrich stared at his toes without saying a word.The white palm was pressed on the hem of the shirt, and the rounded fingertips clicked the buttons on the corner of the clothes again and again, as if doing so could relieve the pressure.

Without urging, Zhong Yuanzhong just quietly watched the disturbed person in front of him.

The small voice choked up, "...it's okay." It was completely different from what I thought in my heart, and I spat out false words from my throat.

I'm having a terrible time.

Like a shriveled fruit, living every day without expectation—this empty, lonely life.

The brows that were originally furrowed gradually relaxed, and the blue eyes contained deep doubts.Hesitating to speak, the brown-haired man raised his arm, "You bastard..." His expression was a little irritated, but more helpless.

He put his palm on the boy's head and rubbed it soothingly.Looking at the child's downcast look, he sighed, brushed his finger over the other's blood-stained neckline, and smoothed the wrinkled clothes. "In front of me, you don't have to lie."

"Or are you afraid that I will hate you because of this?" Tsk tsk, eyes narrowed with displeasure flashing, "Do I look so petty?"

"Hey—is it too big?" The man who was silently watching the light bulb on the side deliberately prolonged the ending.

He punched him in a certain direction behind him, "Shut up, you bastard Dazai." He slammed the eye knife at a certain mackerel who was destroying the atmosphere.

Turning around, staring at the young man who couldn't bear it any longer, put his head into his chest, and sniffed the little animal-like boy who seemed to be confirming the smell with his nose, Nakahara also smiled softly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice your matter..."

"...It has nothing to do with you." Knowing what the other party was referring to, Tsushima said sullenly, "It was originally my responsibility." His canine teeth bit his lower lip, and because of too much force, there was a faint tingle from the tip of his tongue. Rust smell.

"And... there's no need to do this." Obviously, as long as they continue to be happy in "that world", it will be fine.

——Why did you come to me?

Understanding the child's implication, he smacked his lips in displeasure, "How could I leave you behind." Zhong Yuan Zhong also sighed, and there was a tenderness in his eyebrows that he hadn't noticed.

Feeling the trembling of the person in his arms, he raised his hand and patted Tsushima on the back, "...I promised you, I will take good care of you." I don't know what I was thinking, the man's gaze Slightly divergent, it seems to float far away.

"Besides, being alone...would be very lonely." The voice mixed with sighs slowly melted into the cold moonlight.These words seemed to be speaking to the boy, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

I don't know when... probably after the child "died".

In the empty room and the dark night, I vaguely recalled that there used to be a certain child in this family.

The faint sense of guilt and the longing that came from nowhere gradually fermented and turned into bitter wine, which made people feel a little tired.

"——If only he could be stopped at that time." Nowhere, countless times thought like this.

I'm such an incompetent man.

Nakahara Chuya, who later understood the truth, said in a self-deprecating manner.

——I tried to protect others, but in the end I was protected... It's so embarrassing.

"So how does Zhong Ye know about me..."

"Ah, this." Blinking his eyes, he pressed his hat, "It was the detective from the detective agency who told me..." As if recalling a not so good memory, the brown-haired man's face was slightly ugly "Then I found out about you."

The boy's dark eyes closed slightly, "Did he finally tell others?"

"Hey hey~ Although I don't want to interrupt the chat between the slug and the children, but the enemy is coming soon." Clapping his hands, shaking his body like seaweed, Osamu Dazai showed a funny look on his face, "It's all from Chuya Passionate pursuers~"

He choked up speechlessly, and a disgusted expression appeared on his face, "I'm not a suitor!" This guy Dazai really can't spit out ivory, the way to pursue someone is to chop with a knife!

"...The suitor?" Slowly understanding the meaning of the word, Tsushima repeated the word in confusion, and then turned his gaze to someone beside him.

"...Don't be led astray by him, he is the enemy." Tiredly pinching the center of his brows, Zhong Yuanzhong also explained very seriously.

"Well, I guess it's the mouse trying to use the "Song of Sin" to try to control it... but judging from this posture, it must have failed. With his hands in his pockets, Osamu Dazai whistled, looking at the crowds pouring out from both ends of the corridor, "Is it possible that this group of people share information. "

Even though they had made a detour ahead of time, they were still surrounded by one step ahead. Even if they had communication tools to communicate, it would be impossible to react so quickly.

Then there is only one reason, the "thinking" of these people is interlinked.

"Tsk." Throwing stones with both hands, surrounded by dark red light, the rubble flew out like cannonballs - hitting the body of the enemy in front of him.

...Looking at their physique, they seem to be ordinary people, but their swordsmanship and reflexes are much faster than I imagined, like a professionally trained elite.

Stretching the hair that had slipped due to exercise to the back of the ear, and leaning sideways lightly, Nakahara also dodged the point of the knife stabbed at a tricky angle.

"Bump—" The continuous gunshots echoed in the narrow space of the corridor.

The dagger fell to the icy ground with a sharp "click".The middle-aged woman, who was obviously in a frenzy, clutched her wrist, and the gurgling blood dripped from her fingertips.

"The aim is not bad." It hit the tendon of the enemy's hand very accurately.

Glancing at the gray-haired boy skillfully changing magazines in the distance, the brown-haired man casually praised him.

"..." From the corner of his eye, he secretly looked at the boy who was slightly shy because of the other party's admiration, Osamu Dazai shook his body for some reason.

Ah, I didn't expect this child to become so innocent after meeting Chuya.

Although it's weird to make such a shy expression with a face that is somewhat similar to myself, and it's because of Chuya...

Hastily emptying his mind, Osamu Dazai's strong desire to survive stopped his thinking.

Feeling the vibration of the phone, the wrist was reversed, staring at the text message on the screen, the corners of the lips raised a happy arc, "Ah, it seems that people said they found it."

"Hey, Zhongya~" A rippling voice sounded.

"What are you doing?" He knocked out the person who attacked him with ease, and turned his head to look at the source of the sound in his busy schedule.

Tsk, there are too many enemies, and the narrow space is not suitable for my ability to display.

But if you leave here, you won't be able to protect Tsushima and Dazai—after all, these two people don't have the same ability to fly over walls like yourself.

"Let's make a big commotion—" Lazily opened his arms, waving them up and down, the brown-haired man exaggeratedly said: "It's okay to blow up the whole building~" The kite-colored eyes shone slightly , as cunning as if he had some bad idea.

"Haha~ what are you doing crazy?" Frowning brows can kill a fly.His mouth moved up and down, Chuya seemed to want to say something more, but in the end he swallowed the spit that came to his mouth, "This is what you said—"

The ground trembled, and several people who were on their way raised their heads quickly when they heard the sound, and what they saw was the collapsed building at a corner, "Where is it!" Instantly understanding what was going on, the white-haired youth shouted anxiously.

"..."

The woman in black with the helmet stopped.Looking at the building in front of him, he fell into deep thought.

The black mist-like shadows gathered and changed secretly, forming long hooks like ropes, and then grabbed Atsushi Nakajima who was still surprised beside him, and wrapped them around the opponent's waist silently.

As if breaking away from gravity, with the assistance of the shadow, Celti's figure quickly swung away towards the destination.

The bright moonlight set off the plump figure wrapped in leather clothing - but completely different from this beauty is the woman's decisive and swift movements.

Countless shadows turned into ropes ruthlessly wrapped around the necks of all the people controlled by the demon knife, and then mercilessly bound them tightly and used suffocation to stun the enemies. This farce finally came to an end.

The author has something to say: Chuya's love for dementia is neither family affection nor love, it is probably the entangled emotion between the two.

The same goes for dementia.

Both parties felt guilty and attached to each other, and unconsciously discovered—"So he is so important to me."