Another World Bookstore in Yokohama

In his own study room, Ryunosuke Akutagawa closed the door, then went to the desk and sat down solemnly, picked up the envelope on the corner of the desk, tore it from the top side, and pulled out the letter inside.

Set the envelope with the slit open aside.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke slowly unfolded the letter paper——

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To Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Dear readers:

I am very glad to receive your letter, and I am also very glad that you have found comfort for your soul because of the following essay. The happiest thing is that you are willing to tell me about your inner distress and pain.

First of all, I will answer those questions that bother you and cause you pain.Of course, there are a lot of my own ideas mixed in, which can only be regarded as a reference for helping you think about problems.

Your so-called teacher, to put it bluntly, is not a good teacher.Maybe you also understand that if he still doesn't recognize you after your continuous efforts, it is probably not your problem, but his problem.

It's not that he really doesn't recognize you, but that he doesn't want to recognize you.

Or at a deeper level, he can't even recognize himself.

Of course, it is very common and common that we do not recognize ourselves, just like your Excellency, like me, and my student named Osamu Dazai, sometimes we are proud of our own existence and our own energy and use this Relying on survival, but more often it is grief and panic for one's own existence, unable to find one's true value.

What is the meaning of survival?In fact, I don't quite understand it, otherwise I wouldn't have written such and such words.I am not an open-minded person. As a reader, you should know that I am very pessimistic. I cannot offer any constructive advice on your concept of survival, but there are a few small suggestions that you can try to write.

Writing down some of your inner thoughts and fears may give you some comfort.It can be published, but writing is not done overnight, no matter how much knowledge you have before, what you need to write an article is the accumulation of your writing and experience over the years...

......

It can be seen that you are still an immature child, but judging from the experience you describe, you have suffered a lot.But after all, the only contact I have with you now is these two letters. I can't replace your elders and family members to give you motivation in advance, and I am also a person who is deeply bound by sin and wants to die, but even so, just Like a person who is stuck in the mud but wants to push others to the light, I, a reckless man who has fallen into darkness, also want to give you a blessing:

Believe in yourself, tomorrow will be better.

If you can, you can often communicate with me by letter, through Mr. Lin's forwarding.

There is also the matter of names, you can call me 【My Ghost】.

Sincerely,

Akutagawa Ryunosuke (Let me first show my identity, and I will reply to you with the name mentioned above in the future.)

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After reading the letter, Akutagawa Ryunosuke let out a deep breath, and fell down on the backrest in a relaxed manner.

He looked down at the letter paper in his hand, and after a short period of joy, he began to think about the suggestion mentioned in the letter.

【writing? 】

Sounds good.

but,

Akutagawa put his hands on his forehead, and looked at the white light on the ceiling under the cover of his fingers.

can he

Perhaps it is the contradictory thoughts of cowardice, inferiority, but pride and conceit that novices have at the beginning-Akutagawa Ryunosuke thinks that he can write articles that will wow both his husband and the boss.

Maybe it's a hidden induction, or a conceited delusion, Akutagawa Ryunosuke doesn't know.

The teacher said, read more and write more.

and so--

...

Putting the letter flat on the table, Akutagawa took out the "Rashomon" from a place on the table.

Turning over the pages of the book, first stuff the letter between the end page and the back cover, and then read the book seriously and quietly.

From time to time, make some marks on the paper, write some feelings and thoughts.

***

There was nothing else to do in the bookstore except for cash receipts and reading. After the quiet and noisy afternoon, Ayatsuji left work early again. He bought two books with the money he didn't know where he came from.

Then he left the bookstore under the sight of the boss.

"He's been planning something recently." Gide leaned against the side of the front desk and said.

That person always has some wind and dust on his body, and he always leaves early and returns late.

Really very suspicious.

"I know." Lin Yuan nodded, "A man sent him a letter of challenge."

After all, Ayatsuji pedestrian did not intend to hide it from the beginning, but he also did not intend to explain it to Gide in detail.

Seeing that the man was still in a daze, Lin Yu'an smiled and told Gide about those things.

After listening, Gide answered in understanding, and then asked in doubt, "Then there's no need to make such a big fuss, right?"

The characters involved range from the upper-level government officials and rich people to the poor at the bottom, as well as the port mafia in the dark, the armed detective agency at dusk, the supernatural secret service represented by Ayatsuji himself, and even some other countries. There are also criminals.

"Don't worry, he promised me," Lin Yu'an said while handling the new account at hand, "It will be over within three days at the latest, and the scope of the disturbance is only in one museum."

"You know his supernatural ability."

Gide nodded, "Well, you told me before."

"Then don't worry."

After being stunned for a moment, Gide suddenly realized after returning to his senses, "I know."

.......

The pedestrians of Ayatsuji walked towards the awning area next to a coffee shop, neither fast nor slow.

"It's quite early today," the three people sitting at the round table below looked at at the same time, among them Tuosi said sarcastically.

That's right, Ayatsuji was almost half an hour late again.

But he didn't feel guilty about it, and looked at the three people sitting around the table with the corner of his mouth slightly hooked.

Fyodor, Nikolai, Edogawa Ranpo.

Going forward, he handed a book to Gogol who was sitting in the middle. Seeing the stunned look on the other side, Ayatsuji smiled: "I think you should be more interested."

The man in the top hat obediently took it, looking down at the bright red title on the black cover.

【"Blood Robe" by Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol】

"Oh oh oh~"

Edogawa ranpo turned his head to look over, and then laughed out loud at first glance, he remembered the books he bought with other members of the detective agency.

"Do you want to read it?" Seeing Edogawa approaching curiously, Gogol smiled and turned the book away.

This idler, go away quickly.

"You are so generous—" Edogawa sighed in disorder, then took the book and started to read it happily.

After seeing Edogawa's reaction, Fyodor seemed to feel it.

"Where's mine?" He looked at Ayatsuji pedestrian.

Sure enough, Tosi looked at the pedestrians of Ayatsuji who did not know where to take out a set of thick plastic-bound books.

Then throw that set of books over.

The book fell to the floor, in full view.

"Why didn't you catch it?"

"I don't want my arm broken." Fyodor smiled.

Kneeling down to pick up the heavy collection and wiping off the dust on the plastic cover, Tosi looked at the eye-catching big characters on the cover.

【"Crime and Punishment"】

【Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky】

His eyes widened, his thin fingers trembled slightly, and he gripped the book tightly.

"Give it to me?" Tuosi raised his head with a natural look and a normal tone of voice.

It looked extremely natural, but his subtle movements were known to the other two present besides Gogol.

Just a little surprised.

But for someone like them, that's a lot of mood swings.

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"Naturally~" Ayatsuji pedestrian said.

After all, it was bought with your money.

The corner of Fyodor's mouth twitched, reading the meaning from the other's subtle expression.

After reading a few pages, Edogawa Ranpo first put the book on the table, took a sip of milk tea from the cup, and then lay happily on the wide chair provided by the coffee shop.

He winked at Ayatsuji, "What about mine?"

"No."

"Oh—why! Only Lord Ranpo has no presents!"

"Mr. Edogawa, first of all, I didn't invite you, second, you have already bought it, and third, I don't have any extra money to buy books for you." Ayatsuji pedestrian said coldly.

That's right, Edogawa Ranpo ran over to join in the fun by himself.

"Hmph!" Edogawa pursed his mouth in displeasure, and lay on the table in disorder, unable to refute.

"Almost," Fyodor said with a strange smile on his face, "Next—"

**

Port Mafia.

Holding the mobile phone, Guangjin Liulang asked the purpose of the sudden call: "Hey, Mr. Zhongyuan, what can I tell you?"

'Boss orders, now take back the black lizard, the action is cancelled! '

"What? Stop moving?" Guangjin Liulang was a little taken aback.

After recovering, the old man said seriously, "Mr. Zhongyuan, I understand."

Although subordinates of the Mafia should obey orders, Guangjin Liulang still hesitated.

Doesn't the leader know how much damage this will cause?

That's a man who is always pursuing the best solution. If he gives such an order, will there be an even uglier situation than the current situation?

They didn't hang up the phone directly, and it was quiet for a while.

"Mr. Nakahara?" Is there anything else?

Nakahara Chuya seemed to hesitate for a while, and then said: 'Mr. Hirotsu, you are also an old man of the port mafia. '

"En." Guangjin Liulang waited for the other party's next words.

Logically, it should be to tell him some information.

Sure enough, 'Let me tell you a piece of news, the man in the mission assigned to you before, he is a person with supernatural powers. '

Then Zhong Yuanzhong also whispered the person's ability.

"—————————————"

Guangjin Liulang looked at the phone that he had just hung up, and squatted on the smooth floor in a daze.

"Pa—" The phone fell to the ground because of trembling hands that couldn't hold it firmly.

He just got some news from the phone call from Chuya, Central Plains.

But, it was too late—he had already dispatched his subordinates.

So, the members he sent out just now have been...

Those of his subordinates...shouldn't be able to, right?

**

"Is that coffee shop left alone?" Holding the cup of coffee, Fyodor turned his head to look at the pedestrian Ayatsuji beside him.

"It has been resolved." Ayatsuji pedestrian said lightly.

They were standing 20 meters away from the coffee shop. When something happened just now, Ayatsuji's pedestrians asked Gogol, who wanted to watch a play, to take them away.

Of course, the specific things to do have not been forgotten.

—— At least give them a blow.

"What did you do?" Edogawa Ranpo's eyes were sharp, and he heard the sound of explosions from the coffee shop.

Following the sound, Ayatsuji pedestrian described it flatly: "The signboard hanging on it just fell down."

They didn't move far, and there was nothing between them and the coffee shop that could block their view.

Looking back, the three people have been staring at their faces.

Oh, I just remembered that I didn't explain my supernatural ability——

Ayatsuji Xingren looked into Edogawa Ranpo's displeased eyes with a smile, and said, "When you know my supernatural power, you will understand."

"Tomorrow at the latest, you will know."

He has no plans to say anything now, and there are no idiots present anyway.

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