I'm putting on a vest

Shiina Mashiro didn't know why Ozu said that. The way he looked at her made her feel as if she was driving on the correct track, but because of hitting a certain pebble, or because of a railway worker's mistake, she got off the track and went straight. The derailed tram heading straight for the cliff, and all the guests on it will be smashed to pieces with her in a few seconds.

Suddenly he blinked, and when he opened it again, there was a beautiful black inside again, and the vague sentimentality before disappeared without a trace.

"So," he asked her, "have you found the color you want to paint? How do you paint your eyes?"

Shiina Mashiro shook his head.

"Sometimes." She said in a low voice, "I just want to gouge out my eyes and press them in." "Ah, that's not acceptable."

Ozu comforted her in a very adult manner, "Because the real world and the world of painting are completely different things. Everything in reality has been filtered in your eyes, and then expressed through your brush, it belongs only to you. The world has changed, if it is only necessary to reflect the reality, wouldn’t it be better to use photos or bring others to the field? Then what else is there to do with art.”

"Um…"

Nodding, she seemed to hesitate a bit, but then said to him, "Before, when Nakahara Nakaya took me to your interrogation room, he told me that there would be my paint there."

"Pigment... oh, it means the blood of the tortured people." Ozu said.

The word "tortured person" made Zhenbai a little concerned. She opened the door and looked at Ozu who was standing in a pool of blood. His expression was still a little surprised.

"...Isn't Ozu willing to let me see it?"

"It's a little bit unwilling to let you see it..." He frowned slightly, not knowing how to describe it, and simply changed the subject, "Then do you think that color is what you are looking for now? Although Mr. Sen's essence is It should be to let you see the cracks in the spirit of this scene so that you can take advantage of it, but he didn't tell lies, it's better to tell the truth at this time."

"The paints you asked for before, lapis lazuli fragments, melted gold, very precious things, and meteorite fragments transferred directly from NASA, which are only cool in concept , In fact, the raw materials that are not much better than a piece of red brick picked up by the side of the road are fine, and there are all kinds of strange Egyptian mummy powders. Try them one by one, and the final conclusion is that the more cruel The more distorted something is, the better it will match your drawing."

"It's meaningless to be purely precious. There are only a few that can resonate with you."

Shiina Mashiro nodded.

"So Mr. Sen should be serious. He really thinks that the blood of painful people can be your paint, or more precisely, it can impress you."

He smiled.

"This is your self-portrait."

If you ignore any moral value and only look at the artistic level, it is true that cruel things are more touching.For example, "The God of Saturn" and the cruel paintings that record the war period, both have the simplest power to move people's hearts simply by relying on blood and terror.

Internal organs and dismembered corpses are more sexual and bloody than pure beauty, and they go straight to other people's hearts.

Shiina Mashiro also had a period like this before. Some of the paintings she drew belonged to the type that would be classified by the Eighteenth Ban on the big screen, and security guards had to be specially arranged at the entrance of the art exhibition to stop all underage children from entering.But she didn't know why her self-portrait was associated with gore.

But at this moment, she still nodded her head in a very ordinary way, indicating that the blood of those people did not move her.

"It's a little regrettable." Ozu sighed exaggeratedly, but didn't say anything, just said, "It's almost your birthday now."

"…what."

Shiina Mashiro tilted her head beside her.

She didn't know when her birthday was. When it was before, the maid at home would suddenly come in and pull her out, wash her body like a Chinese cabbage, and then press her under the dressing room In front of the stage, a lot of strange things were smeared on her face, and she was sprayed with perfume. The piglet who was about to be thrown into the pot should be treated in the same way-washed and brushed with layers of seasoning.

Shiina Mashiro was looking at herself in the mirror, looking at the bright red eyes in the mirror, and most of all, she was looking at the people moving around behind her.

And then they'd keep her belly in, tummy in, and put her in dresses that couldn't get any tighter, that looked like they'd crack at one more sip of water or worse, just one more deep breath.Drive her into the magnificent conference hall, where everyone looks up at her, looking at her as if she is a princess.

Shiina Mashiro would always be a little moved inexplicably when seeing this scene.

She stays there for a few hours, and then goes home at night to eat cake alone with family members, like grandpa, because mom and dad usually have adventures in the corner of the world, so it's the end of the birthday.

She suddenly remembered that in those days, the housekeeper would come over every hour to tell her what kind of gifts she had received, and at the end there was a total list of gifts, which was higher than that of Shiina Mashiro.

She asked Ozu "Are you going to give me a gift?"

Dazai nodded.

"I won't be back for a few days to prepare." He said happily.

The first gift prepared by Osamu Dazai was that he went to the area previously blocked by the port mafia.

One day in that area, vines suddenly grew up to cover the sky, and 37 people died there.

When they were pierced, the blood flowed out was twice as much as a human should have, as if the vines were piercing their bodies and causing them pain, like every plant would do. Give them physical strength.When the aftermath personnel of the mafia entered that area, the blood had solidified and submerged up to half of their calves. The marks they left when they walked in are still there, like red feet that have been stepped on many times. jelly.

Standing outside, Osamu Dazai looked at the 'jelly' inside with a bit of distaste, thinking, do I really want to go in?But still went in.

He followed the footsteps of those people before him, and he didn't get a drop of blood when he walked to the painting in the center that fell on the ground.

He didn't touch that painting, he just looked at it. The painting should have been a very ordinary landscape painting, but for some reason, the brush strokes or the way of coloring gave people a very disgusting feeling.Just like photosensitive epilepsy, which is a purely pathological thing, when you see this, the scene is reflected in your retina, and it is transmitted in your brain in the form of electrical signals on the nerves, which will cause pathological changes.

"I always feel that it is possible to get cancer even if I look at it for a long time..." Osamu Dazai muttered, picked up a branch from the side and turned the painting over, and saw the author's signature in the corner, Mashiro Shiina.

"Well, that's right."

He turned over again.

I said before that it should be just a landscape painting, but now it’s like using photoshop to superimpose two irrelevant layers, and there are 37 more dead bodies with wide open eyes on the landscape painting.

This look is bloody enough to be directly used as a horror movie poster, because that amount of blood is acceptable except for purely sensory-stimulating b-movies, and any guy with a little common sense will tell you that it is impossible for humans to have blood. This blood volume.

He didn't care about these, but focused his eyes on the very clean corner of the painting. This is not to say that the place is not painted with paint and is a layer of white paper, but compared to other places that make you feel crazy , as if a piece of relatively clean water was circled in a piece of dirty water.

There was a pale grass-green figure there.

"Oh, it really is locked in here." Osamu Dazai smiled gloatingly.

"But it's not up to me to save you now, well, to kill two birds with one stone, it's better to call that brat over."

Q is flying freely in the sky.

Shiina Mashiro gave him the body of the bird, which is what he wished for.What he experienced made it impossible for him to survive in this world as an ordinary human boy, not to mention facing the pursuit of the port mafia in that way.

It's not that he can't resist. Q's ability is very suitable for causing chaos in this world. It's a bit overkill to kill a person alone, but he is already a little tired of that way of life.

In the basement, he thought for a long time. He hated himself and the world. If he wanted to choose, he had better not be born. If he wanted to choose again, the world had been destroyed before he was born. If you drop it, then you don't have to face all of this.

But Sister Shiina is still a very gentle person, she seems to know all his troubles, and turned him into a bird without giving him the right to choose.

Being a little bird is really fun, probably half of it is because he doesn't have the breeding season that his fellow species have to worry about, and when he sees bugs, he doesn't have the desire to eat them with his mouth.

More often, he is like a nightingale in a fairy tale who is only responsible for singing everywhere, flying freely in the sky of Yokohama.

The sky in Yokohama is not the blue sky in fairy tales. The pollution here is actually quite serious. When flying around, you will see many miserable things, but there are also many daily life.I saw the man who had just woken up hurriedly wearing his tie while catching the tram.Seeing the girl biting a piece of bread running at the crossroads and almost bumping into a man, she put her hand on his shoulder, said sorry, and continued to run.

Q didn't feel any "attraction to people in the dark" that daily life should have. Q didn't even know the concept of daily life. He just felt that he saw a lot of things that he couldn't see before.

A boy who has always lived in a greenhouse is suddenly brought into a movie theater, and when he sees a superhero movie full of blood and violence, he should be as excited as Q, that's all.

When he was flying, he felt that the world was destroyed once, and Q witnessed all this, and because of Shiina Mashiro's promise, he will not be affected in any way.

He saw how the earth was condensed into a small drop of red pigment. He felt that if this pigment was more concentrated and brighter, it would definitely be comparable to Miss Shiina's red eyes.

But this is still different in the final analysis, Shiina must also understand this, so she returned this drop of paint to the previous blue planet.

During the whole process, Q has been stopped there, and he can continue to breathe even in the airless outer space. When recovering, the terrifying gravitational force between the expansion of the earth and the sun did not affect him in any way. After the blue sky opened above his head again, he flapped his wings leisurely and continued to fly.

This time he flew to a certain place.

It was a certain place that had attracted him to the past like a magnet attracting iron nails before.

It is not difficult to find that there is the residual breath of Shiina sister.

Shiina Mashiro seems to be a very fragile person, and she didn't feel very happy when she came here before, but it's really simple and fast for her to affect the world, even easier than Q's ability to magnify 100 times.

It's not just because of ability, but because of her mood, Shiina seems to be particularly susceptible. When she is conscious, she is fine. When she was not conscious before, she was really casual and would cause a big crisis to the world.

Q has nothing to say about this, but feels that Shiina Mashiro is a little pitiful.

If she had this ability from the beginning, as if he had been called a monster since he was born, then she must have a better understanding of her own abilities.However, Shiina Mashiro was thrown into this world suddenly, and this ability also came to her suddenly. Although other people are envious and want to use it, but for Shiina Mashiro, it should mean that she was suddenly killed while walking on the road. It's like stuffing a gift that you don't want at all.

He could feel that there was still considerable power left in the painting.

In other words, it cannot be described as 'residual'.Sister Shiina's ability accessories are not the same as those of other supernatural beings. The abilities left by other supernatural beings will gradually disappear, but what Shiina Mashiro left behind is like a living thing.

It is growing.

When he stayed there, he could feel that the painting a few days ago must not have been so scary. If it was so scary a few days ago, he would definitely be able to feel the breath of the painting even in the basement.But this has nothing to do with him. If it is going to destroy the world, it will be hundreds of years later. It is obvious that Sister Shiina did not take it seriously when she painted it. She seems to have determined that this painting must be done before painting. discarded.

Not to mention that Q has her promise to be free from all her abilities, he is a free bird in her mind.

The little bird stopped beside the painting, pecked its own feathers with its pointed beak, stepped on the blood clot with its plum-shaped feet, and suddenly its black eyes flashed.

He found a slight difference in the corner of the painting.

That's what attracts someone like a magnet in response to someone's desire.

He pecked the spot with his pointed beak.

A piece of paint in the painting was pecked out, and the painting flowed out light green blood like a living thing, and then the whole painting quickly faded and disappeared, it seemed that it was about to escape.

To escape, of course, you have to leave a bit of bait to prevent others from catching it, just like lizards always leave their own tails when they run away, the tail left by that painting is...

Q looked at the scene of a living person suddenly appearing in the open space, and chirped happily.

Fukuzawa Yukichi had the impression that he had just encountered that painting, and when his eyes went dark, the scene around him changed drastically in the next second.

He knew that he should have fallen into a supernatural power, and that the capable person didn't have any malice towards him, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why in this instant, he felt that his life could be destroyed by three hundred in an instant. Despite the threats all over the place, it is still intact while standing in place, even much better than the original state.

He looked ahead, looking down, and there was a little black bird.

The little bird looked proud, unlike any species on Earth, like it flew straight out of a fairy tale book.

The little bird stared at him and took a few steps to the side. It flapped its wings and wanted to fly away, but somehow changed its mind midway and landed on his shoulder.

"Jiujiu." Why does Sister Shiina want to save you?

The little bird pecked his cheek lightly, and Fukuzawa Yukichi hesitantly raised his hand to stroke its wings.

Very smooth, but not soft, as hard as a steel surface wings.

"...do you need food?"

The bird looked at him and pecked his cheek again.

"Jiujiu." If you dare to be perfunctory, I will kill you.

"Well... let me prepare it for you." Fukuzawa Yukichi said hesitantly, and stood up from the ground. The scene around him was very strange. Even a slaughterhouse would not have so much coagulated blood, but he did not A dangerous residue is felt.

It seems that even if I was involved in some crisis inexplicably, I was rescued in the same inexplicable way now, and it is very likely that the hero who saved me was this little bird.He had a hunch that this was not an ordinary animal, but he had no intention of getting to the bottom of it.

Even if this child is a supernatural being who can transform into an animal, he will not be very old. Fukuzawa Yukichi saw in those eyes some innocence that has not been deeply involved in the world and has been severely hurt.

What's more... for some reason, he always felt a familiar aura from Xiaoniao's body, as if through that figure, a pair of true red eyes were quietly watching him.

He couldn't help but want to smile.

"Speaking of which, can birds eat bread...?" Fukuzawa Yukichi muttered and walked away.

The sun fell on him from behind.

Today is another day.

[Achieving the special ending of the detective agency duo (revised)]