Bungo common problem

In the end, Nakahara Chuya and Qianli still walked on the same road, using the excuse that they are not at ease because they are "not safe" here recently.

Although Koyo Ozaki has imparted experience, it is still difficult for Chuya Nakahara to actually implement it.

Because even before joining the port mafia, when he was in the [sheep] formed by orphans, others came to contact him, let alone the port mafia, and even girls are less contacted, let alone take the initiative to contact him. Made a girl.

I am still a writer who is younger than me but can write the kind of articles that are popular in Yokohama. What if I say something wrong and get hated?He can use other methods for other people, but this one is different!

Nakahara Chuya looked at Qianli next to him with the corner of his eye, and the other party was staring straight ahead, looking serious as he walked.

I have to say something.

The Central Plains also want to.

Now is a very good opportunity, if you don’t take advantage of this time to get familiar with it quickly, then when you get to the place, people will say “thank you very much” and then clear up, and then there will be no excuses in the future.

"I……"

He turned his head and just opened his mouth, but suddenly saw a strange curse spirit crawling on the wall not far away, drooling and looking towards him, his fangs shining sharply in the cold wind.

Curse spirit?

Zhong Yuan Zhong also concentrated his expression, following the desire-filled line of sight of the curse spirit, he landed on Qianli who seemed to know nothing.

Central Plains Chuya:! ! !

Want to eat people in front of me?Still thousands of miles!

"I……"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also going to find an excuse to leave and kill the curse spirit, but Qianli, who he thought hadn't noticed anything, suddenly made a sound.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, let's go over there."

She pointed to the left, which was the exact opposite of the spell on the right wall.

"I suddenly want to go to a store, can I take a detour?"

Qianli's attitude was so natural that Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't tell whether she simply wanted to go to some store or because she saw the curse spirit, but in this case, it is also a good thing that the other party can take a detour.

"it is good."

Without hesitation, he chose to take a detour, then fumbled in his pocket secretly, took out a coin, and threw it at the curse spirit without a trace.

The journey dragged the red light and hit the bull's-eye, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't pay attention to anything else, and his eyes fell on Qianli.

What kind of... is she?

He lowered his eyes, and suddenly remembered something.

The little girl in "The Believer" was able to see the "Rage God" before she became an adult, but now he knows that the author Qianli is a... little girl.

So if the story is based on her own... no no no, it doesn't make sense.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned slightly, feeling that his thoughts were unreasonable.

As far as his "birth" is concerned, at least eight or nine years have passed, and Qianli looked only twelve or thirteen years old, not to mention that Huang Batu was "studied" by someone before that. It's even more impossible.

Or could it be her family?If it is something like belief, it is normal to pass it down from generation to generation. The most important thing is...

"Thousands of miles."

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly asked a question without beginning or end.

"Did you see that?"

There are only a few people who can see the curse spirit, and even many people with supernatural abilities have different perceptions, so weak that they can't even see anything like ordinary people.

Perhaps because of his own particularity, Zhong Yuanzhong has always seen it very clearly. In any case, being able to see it with a high probability means that he has "spell power?" "Spiritual power?".

Will she be this?

"If you're talking about the one on the wall."

Qianli didn't mean to hide it, after all, she couldn't hide such an obvious thing.

"It's dangerous to look at, so don't get close."

Of course, it is limited to ordinary people like her who have no force value, and it doesn't matter to Chuya's force ceiling, not to mention that the identity is still a god, and it is really unlucky for the curse to meet him.

"Have you... been able to see it all the time?"

Facing Zhongye's questioning from Zhongyuan, Qianli knew everything.

After all, there is really nothing to hide.

"Ah, it will be fine from the beginning."

It's just that I didn't see much and thought it was a world played with a monster theater. Later, when the slime and Gojo Satoru, a conjurer profession that I had never heard of, found out that it was not a monster.

"Aren't you worried?"

"worry about what?"

Qianli looked up at Chuya Zhongyuan, his brows were still frowning, and his blue eyes were full of entanglements.

"It's no use worrying, right? You get used to it after seeing it a lot. It's safe to pretend you can't see it and avoid it a little."

After all, according to Gojo Satoru, apart from a special-grade one in Yokohama every once in a while, there are not many other spell spirits, and it can even be said that there are few.

Thinking of this, Qianli smiled lightly and said something joking.

"Besides, Yokohama is blessed by gods, so the curse is nothing."

Isn't the most famous "God" right in front of him?In the future, even dragons can be slaughtered, let alone mere curse spirits?

"you……"

Nakahara Chuya's expression suddenly became complicated. He could clearly perceive the seriousness behind this joke, which even made him have to be on the alert.

He moved his lips to say something, but he just pursed his lips.Finally, he asked a question.

"Is it a wild god?"

Qianli was a little surprised.

"Why do you think I'm talking about Rage God?"

There are still several shrines in Yokohama. How could you think of the Aragami who doesn't even have a shrine?Could it be because Chuya himself is?

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't answer either, he just stared at Qianli and asked again.

"So is it?"

The blue eyes were stained with an inexplicable attachment at this moment, Qianli stopped walking unconsciously, and the golden eyes reflected the other party's appearance.

She found that the atmosphere became serious at this moment, and she couldn't even make her say something that could be taken as a joke to skip this question.

She recalled her speech, and there was nothing wrong with it, but Nakahara Chuya's appearance at the moment was so abnormal that people couldn't help but care.

She was silent for a while, and gave a seemingly plausible but affirmative answer.

"What if I say 'yes'?"

There also seemed to be endless questions in the Central Plains. Almost as soon as Qianli finished speaking, the next question came one after another.

"Don't you think Aragami is responsible for destroying Radium Street?"

Qianli frowned, and after thinking about it, he found a reason for the other party's question.

Could it be that... Zhong also felt unconfident because of this matter?What does it have to do with Aragami being researched and having an accident blow up the base and him in the Central Plains?

"There is no right or wrong in power, the only difference is the person who uses the power, and the Rage God is not a tyrannical god."

Otherwise, why did people not have any accidents for so long, and they were directly researched by humans for a while and made such a big noise?

It's not that human beings want to study everything if they want to die, and the existence of gods is inherently attractive to most human beings.

"How do you know that Rage God is not?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that what he had imagined had been realized, but he still held back the uneasiness in his heart and continued to ask.

"No one has seen Rage God, has he?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly felt that he seemed too impatient.

If you ask yourself this, you will feel that something is wrong!

As he thought, when he asked this sentence, Qianli instantly realized something was wrong.Suspicion rose in the golden eyes, and even he took a step back, his face gradually lost expression.

I was careless, the influence of the original book was so deep that her defense against Nakahara Chuya was not at the same level as Dazai Osamu, so she let the other party follow and said so much.

Now it seems that there is really no one to deal with. What is he testing?

A thought flashed through Qianli's mind.

Could it be...he knew his identity?

First of all, I have nothing to do with Rage God other than writing a book "The Believer", and I also live in seclusion and never cause trouble.

It is also impossible for Zhongya Zhongyuan to suddenly catch a stranger and ask the other party's evaluation of Rage God, or even find an excuse to talk about "thank you" as soon as he comes up.

So this matter can only be related to "The Believer", since the only possibility is that Zhongyuan Zhong also knows his identity.

She knew that Yokohama Aragami was hot, so—could he have some strange script in his mind?

"Mr. Central Plains."

Qianli straightened his expression and spoke seriously.

"The Believer is a fake."

Zhongyuan Zhong was also taken aback, he didn't expect Qianli to say this suddenly.

"So there is no such god, and there is no such little girl. "The Believer" is just a story."

Qianli sighed, with warmth in her eyes, which softened her expression.

It was only because she thought of Oda Saku and wanted to write a warm story that the content of "The Believer" came into being.

"Story and reality are not the same."

Qianli raised the corners of his lips, showed a smile, and frankly gave a false answer.

"If you must give an answer, I can only say, of course I haven't seen it."

After all, isn't the Rage God that people call right in front of him?

Zhong Yuanzhong also fell into silence. He wanted to say something, but he felt that he couldn't say it. Even when he faced those transparent golden eyes, the complexity in his heart was like a tide.

Inexplicably, he knew that the other party had noticed it.

But what he noticed was not the identity of the mafia that he tried to hide, but the layer beneath the appearance of a human being, the inner layer that belonged to Aragami.

——God, Huang Ba vomits.

But why show such warm eyes?If it was really a false story, why did he show such a tender look?This relieved smile?

Is that really just a false story?

But as a god, even if it's just a safety device, the power he got because of the belief in "The Believer" is true. Faith will indeed bring power to the gods.

Whether it is a legend or a myth, the god has a human-like appearance. What was it like in the past of the wild god that he didn't know?

Before being studied by human beings, did he also have the same body as human beings, have his own offerings, and have his own pure belief?

Gods and believers, believers lost their gods, so the so-called falsehood should be just the last "good" ending, right?

Reality is always crueler, isn't it?

"I……"

"You are from the Central Plains."

When Qianli interrupted Chuya Zhongyuan, his voice was extremely firm.

"It's just in the Central Plains."

So although I don't know what you imagined after reading my novel, but I beg you!Don't be as imaginative as Gojo Satoru!

Thinking of this, Qianli's voice was unusually soft.

"Just be yourself."

Don't come to me again!I haven't read the script!

Zhongyuan became more and more silent.

Doesn't it mean that she really knows if she says such a thing?

Even though she is also a "Rage God", she knows that her god no longer exists.

But even so, she was still comforting herself.

"I see."

Ok?What do you know?

Without waiting for Qianli's reaction, Zhong Yuanzhong also showed his usual unruly and confident smile, and his blue eyes were as clear as the sky under the sun.

"Of course I am Chuya from the Central Plains."

What is there to worry about?Rage God is him, and Central Plains Chuya is also him.

No matter which side it is, it is a matter of course.

And he wanted to thank the other party, it had nothing to do with the other party's identity, it was just such a pure thought.

"I don't know about the others, but if it's Aragami..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at Qianli without blinking, and followed his heart to express his thoughts.

"He will protect you."

Qianli: ...?

Qianli's expression became even more strange. She felt that Nakahara Chuya's script seemed a bit unusual. After all, how could she say such inexplicable words "The Rage God will protect you" under normal circumstances?

But wake up, Chuya!You are now a human being, not a god!

Qianli hooked the corners of his lips with difficulty, trying to give an awkward but polite smile, but felt that the actions that were easy in the past were extremely difficult at this moment.

She could only move her lips, giving a tactful reminder without words.

"I have no faith."

Thank you for the invitation, but I don’t have any faith, and I’m not worthy of being a believer. Please be sober when I’m in trouble!

"I know."

Zhongyuanzhong also understands it very well.

The former Rage God no longer exists, and he is not that god, but a brand new individual.

"You don't need your faith."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a step forward and approached Qianli. For the first time, he didn't hesitate about whether it was rude to approach him. Instead, he obeyed his heart, raised his right hand and pressed it on the top of the opponent's head, and touched it lightly.

Soft and a little fluffy, like a little fat chirp bouncing between the branches.

Is this what it's like to look at...?

Thinking of this, he chuckled and said the last sentence.

"Because this asylum is a matter of course."

Even if this asylum is not for other reasons, just "Believer" is enough.

That day, Qianli returned home with a dazed expression.She thought about Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya who met unexpectedly during the day for some reason, and in the end she could only attribute the encounter to a coincidence.

After all, she is only a writer of novels and doesn't have much pictures. Could it be possible that she also plans the "future" that she can't reveal herself?

Thinking of this, Qianli resolutely let go, stopped thinking about it, and started a new round of creation.

The failure of "Alive" gave her a new idea. This time, she decided to find a different way, and put her perspective on the mimic organization that caused the death of Oda Saku who caused trouble in the plot.

mimic is a supernatural organization in Europe, France, from the army.

They are invincible on the battlefield, and even the entire staff is only about forty people, an elite per capita.Its leader, André Gide, has supernatural abilities similar to those of Oda, and can predict the future a few seconds later.

But because of being betrayed by the country, he can only wander all the time, not to mention that even the war has passed, so he has never been able to find a place to stay.

The abandonment of the country made them disheartened. They firmly believed that only dying in the war is the destination of the soldiers, so they ran from Europe to Japan, and after arriving in Yokohama, Oda Saku, who was still washing his hands in the golden basin, insisted that he kill them all. Oda Saku refused, and finally killed all the children, making Oda Saku desperate to die with them :)

exist?Why do you want to force a good prostitute to harm angels?

So this time, she is going to write a novel about battlefield ghosts like them. Even if the similarity is not high, at least it can remind the other party when they come to Yokohama to make troubles in the future.

In case anyone can combine and find out the private goods she carried and tell Odasaku, then she will be in blood!

If the world consciousness is too strong and no one can see it... Then, then think about other things, anyway, writing books can make money, no loss!

Qianli devoted herself to the writing of the new article, and then...she got stuck.

"what happened?"

Oda Sakunosuke, who originally just wanted to ask Chisato to go out to get some air, looked at Chisato's tangled look of being so depressed that he pulled his hair, and asked with concern.

"Is there any difficulty? You look distressed, Qianli,"

He glanced at the manuscript paper on Qianli's desk. There were a few lines of words scattered on it, but she ticked them all off. It seemed that he was in trouble.

"Odasaku?"

Qianli looked up at the other party from the entanglement, and couldn't help sighing.

"If you are distressed...it is indeed very distressing."

"Can you tell me?"

Oda Sakunosuke pulled away the chair beside him, looking as if he was going to have a long talk.

"Maybe I can be of some help."

"In this case……"

Qianli looked at his discarded manuscript paper, frowned subconsciously, and began to organize his words.

Before starting to write, she was thinking about how to embody how hateful the Mimic was, which harmed the angel Odasaku, but once she really started writing, she found that her original thinking was extremely naive.

Apart from the bad parts, there are of course good parts in the composition of a person. A person cannot be easily judged by pure good and evil. A poor person must have something to hate, and vice versa.

Hateful people, of course, have had times of sympathy.

A novel with soldiers on the battlefield as the protagonists cannot escape the righteousness of the country, and once you really start writing, the data in your head, the hands that write the words, and even the thoughts in your heart will involuntarily become detached.

——like standing in the perspective of God.

There is no slightest bias, and the most objective views are all poured out. Even if there are some things that cannot be understood, one knows that it is the most suitable way for the characters.

She understood them unexpectedly, and there is nothing more painful than that.

"The new novel I'm going to write, Oda Saku, you should know, is about war, but now I'm hesitant to write it more objectively."

Qianli pursed her lips and spoke in a low voice.

"And I admit that I mixed my selfishness with writing this novel. I wanted to criticize the protagonist at the beginning, and I didn't want to treat him objectively."

"What kind of protagonist is that?"

Oda Sakunosuke asked.

"It's a person who has gradually degenerated into a villain because of betrayal, and it's also..."

She lowered her eyes and whispered the answer that was true but made her unwilling to say it.

"A former hero."

Once you find the relevant deeds, and then bring that standpoint, empathy will arise spontaneously from the bottom of your heart.

Soldiers galloping on the battlefield fought for their motherland and people, but because they were stabbed in the opposite direction by their comrades, they became sinners of the country, and in turn fought with their former comrades-in-arms.

Even after escaping from a narrow escape, he could only be an illegal mercenary, doing the dirty work he once despised. The spine that was originally straight for protection was stained by the filth, and even the habitual straightness was gone. The original hope.

How cruel?Who saw it and didn't say it was miserable?

But she alone shouldn't feel that they are miserable, but even so, the injustice and even the smearing of the past made her find it difficult.Obviously I just want to write a novel created by myself, but now I hesitate because of such a trivial matter.

"So, what is it that Qianli wants to criticize?"

Oda Sakunosuke's voice was still steady, with a hint of persuasion.

"Is it something after they fell?"

"Yes."

Qianli nodded, but he couldn't explain it in too much detail, he could only slur it into one sentence.

"He has come to attack innocent people in order to want a death worthy of a hero's glory, but this is what I can't stand, but the fact is like this."

Of course it is not the "innocents" who are really unbearable. Qianli admits that she is selfish. If it is a passerby on the street, she might not even bat an eye.

But once it was changed to Oda Tsukuru, it would be different. She wished that she would have the power to destroy the world immediately, and a vitality flick would level the mimic.

Oda Sakunosuke's life safety is above all else.

"I wanted to criticize him, but couldn't write with that kind of emotion in their heroic beginnings."

If it's just self-indulgence, of course it's fine to write it however you want, but since it's something that will be published, she can't help but take it more seriously.

What's more, writing something that even she herself finds awkward will definitely disappoint Odasaku.

But no, what if she doesn't criticize and people misunderstand?What if a group of people burst into tears after writing and said that the soldiers are so good, I want to join the army, or the protagonist’s spirit is really tough, so what?After all, everyone likes beauty, strength and misery.

Then she is not depressed to death?

After understanding Chisato's words, Oda Sakunosuke pondered for a while before speaking slowly.

"But criticism doesn't conflict with the previous 'heroes', does it? People have many facets, and they even think differently at certain times."

It's as if he used to never think that he would wash his hands and never kill anyone because of a novel.

"Your content should be the process of the protagonist gradually degenerating from a 'hero' to... well, the villain. Your criticism of him later does not interfere with the protagonist's previous identity at all."

Oda Sakunosuke issued a pertinent suggestion.

"Although I don't know why Qianli suddenly thought of such a subject, it is undeniable that the fall of heroes has always been more classic than the fall of scum."

It's like seeing beauty crumbled or perfection broken, people always have a soft spot for things like that, don't they?