Yunyang Novelist Luanbu

Fighting in this long and narrow train, the long hands and feet became an obstacle instead.Not sure if the other party also noticed this problem, anyway, when Gojo Satoru and Fuheshier fought, the two of them also ruthlessly dealt with the surrounding seats and furnishings at the same time, tearing them down, destroying them, and destroying them. Outside of combat, it kicks debris away with its feet.

But no matter how big the move was, it didn't affect the moving train in the slightest.It seems that they and the train are two independent worlds that do not affect each other, but overlap because of certain circumstances.Fights are fights, trains are trains, and it doesn't matter half the point.

Gojo Satoru fought for a long time, and found that Xia Youjie hadn't run with random steps. He couldn't help but glanced back at them, and said, "You are here to influence me to perform the spell, can't you let me know?"

Xia Youjie wondered if he could say something nicer when he told people to move to a safe place, but he himself said helplessly, "I tried it with a spell, and we can't leave this carriage."

"The only way is to find out the curse spirit inside. But it's very inconvenient to have this person around." Wutiao Wu's eyes were filled with killing intent.

"There is another method—let Ranbu finish writing his story, maybe it can be cracked."

Gojo Satoru immediately turned to Ranbu and said, "Then why don't you write quickly?"

"I, Cavin, can't write a good ending, so I don't want to write it casually!" Luanbu has extremely high requirements on the works he writes, and he would rather rewrite than unfinished.

Gojo Satoru really didn't know what Ranpo was thinking. Now that three people were trapped in this broken train, fighting to the death with the curse spirit and a person manipulated by the curse spirit, shouldn't they flee to a safe place immediately at this time?Still have the mood to consider how the article is written?After writing it by myself, and reading it by myself, no one knows even if it is black history?

What kind of mental cleanliness is he!

"If you don't write, I'll beat you up." Gojo Satoru said loudly, "Do you want to see everyone die because of you?"

If Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie can't control it, it doesn't mean that everything is over when they die.If the curse spirit escapes and won't cause trouble, then forget it, but what if the curse spirit goes directly to the seaside hotel?Don't talk about the distance, just talk about the Kudo family, who will save them?

Ranbu was startled by Gojo Wu's reprimand, and finally took back the notebook that Xia Youjie handed over.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it has not been long, and it is not known whether the flow of time in the domain is consistent with the flow of time in the outside world.

What we can know is that after Ranpo wrote the word "—final" at the end of the article, the whole train began to tremble, and the intestines that had begun to become muddy turned into the train under the evening light at the beginning It became soft and warm, just like the paintings by the Greek painter Spyros Papaloukas, clean and warm, and finally turned into golden words and fell on the page, and it took a long time before they turned back to black.

After Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie returned to the beach, they were relieved to see Fu Heisher lying unconscious on the side—it was finally resolved.

As soon as the man relaxed, the pain that had been relieved by the tense nerves and the surging adrenaline became more intense.

Gojo Satoru subconsciously checked his injuries, but before he could see the situation clearly, he saw that Ranpo was tearing up the work he had just written as if venting.

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, and immediately became unhappy.

It is true that writing articles with his head pressed down makes him unhappy, but is Edogawa Ranpo tearing up manuscripts in front of him?Dare to feel that his works are not as valuable as other people's lives?

"Short-legged cat, what are you doing?" Gojo Satoru said with a suppressed temper.

Ranbu threw the torn paper on Gojo Satoru with one hand, and said angrily, "I hate being threatened the most. The inspiration I finally got is now all waste paper! It's all you! "He planned such a reward plan, but in the end there were only scraps, he was going to die of anger!

The blue veins on Wutiao Wu's head jumped up suddenly.

Throwing paper on the body is really painless, but this kind of paper throwing behavior is very bad.

In his opinion, this Edogawa Ranpo didn't care about priorities at all, and even vented his anger on others.This is usually because he is too used to him, and he is the one who doesn't take others seriously at all.

"Do you know that if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be in danger? What's more, you are in danger yourself. Let's save you, can you stop messing around like a brat, a stupid elementary school student ? Can you make a clear judgment with a little reliability?"

Usually, when Gojo Satoru and Ranpo quarreled, the atmosphere between the two was somewhat loose, but at this moment it seemed that the air had also stagnated.Xia Youjie found that he couldn't walk among them as usual and tell them, "Stop arguing, what's the fuss about it?" He couldn't even threaten them like the police station did.

Xia Youjie found that his fingertips were getting cold.

Hell is not in the realm of the curse spirit, but in the quarrel between the two of them.

"I didn't ask you to come in and look for me at all. What does it have to do with me that you came here by yourself? Why do you look like "what I did was all my fault"? !Why are you blaming me! "

"Then it doesn't matter if you die inside, right?"

"I'm dead, what does it have to do with you! You are not my parents!"

This unrepentant look made Gojo Satoru force a sneer: "So, that is to say! Other people's concern for you is so insignificant, right? Yes, I am not your parents! If I were your parents, I would have hated you A self-righteous person like you would have been pissed off by you a long time ago, and you would have been thrown into the trash can long ago! You are useless except for writing—you are a complete idiot!"

"Oh, no, at least, you still know that writing is your lifeblood, which doesn't mean you're really stupid."

Gojo Satoru's taunt mode is wide open.

(He doesn't want to deal with the idiot any more.)

(This short-legged cat has no respect for people and sees no concern for him.)

Gojo Satoru was withdrawing his cold eyes, planning not to talk to Ranpo again, when he suddenly saw Edogawa Ranpo's green pupils glowing instantly, who was blushing with anger and had a thick neck.

"..."

Gojo Satoru suddenly froze.

Ranpo stared at Gojo Satoru so hard, with a look of complete refusal to admit defeat, but tears had blurred his eyes several times, hung in his eye sockets several times, the tip of his nose was completely sore, and he still said without asking for mercy: "Yes! Everyone hates me. You hate me the most, so I hate you the most! I will never talk to you again." After speaking, he kicked Gojo Wujo vigorously and ran barefoot Far.

"…………"

Wujo Wu used his blue pupils to look at Xia Youjie who was standing far away, away from the quarrel.

Xia Youjie loosened his pace when he saw that Luanbu was running far away, and said, "Calm down too. It's not that you are right about this matter, nor is he right. You don't know that Luanbu What kind of character is he? He is stubborn and stubborn. The teacher said before that he does not have the common sense and empathy of ordinary people, but he is not bad in nature. If he really wanted to harm people, he would not pick a remote beach. If it is true He doesn't want to save us, and he won't start writing."

Seeing that Wujo Wu still didn't say a word, Xia Youjie knew that Wujo Wu was in a mess, so Xia You said calmly, "I'll go find him. He shouldn't be far away."

Gojo Satoru neither agreed nor stopped him.

Until Xia Youjie's back disappeared, Wu Tiaowu's random steps in his head suddenly became hysterical.Then a piece of paper blew right at his feet.After staring at it for a few seconds, Gojo Satoru bent down to pick it up, and his eyes followed the paper that was blown away by the sea breeze.

Not a child.

Is it useful to cry?

Still older than me?

Who will believe it...

Gojo Satoru stooped to pick it up, and complained angrily in his heart.

In the bushes not far from the beach, Xia Youjie noticed that Ranbu's newly bought beach shoes were hidden inside.When Luanbu was playing on the beach, he would always throw away his shoes, only to find one when he turned around.This is today, no, after 12 o'clock, it was yesterday, I just bought it.Before catching up with Ranbu, Xia Youjie took out his shoes.

How far can he go barefoot?

Just as Xia Youjie thought, Luanbu really couldn't run far.Not only was it a physical problem, but the cement road was no better than the beach on a summer night. It was cold and hard at night, and because I kicked Gojo Satoru, my feet also hurt, and I staggered even more when I walked.

Xia Youjie had never seen himself so embarrassed after losing his temper.If it was normal, Xia Youjie would probably laugh unkindly, but now that Luanbu might still be crying, Xia Youjie is not in the mood to make fun of it.

In the past, he wanted to see the proud him sobbing, aggrieved, and forced to accept his fate, but now Xia Youjie didn't want to see his tears, and just followed behind him without saying anything.But when I think about it seriously, Xia Youjie has grown up so big, and he has never comforted anyone, not even girls.The patience of these 17 years has been put on this person whom he has known for less than a month. Even Xia Youjie has to be surprised that he still has such a lenient side.

After not walking for too long, Luanbu suddenly stopped in the middle of the road and squatted on the ground.The wide hem of the clothes swept back and forth on the ground with the evening wind.Xia Youjie stopped subconsciously, his hands were at a loss, and finally he put his waist down and looked at the sky.

(What are you talking about at this time?)

(If he suddenly drives him away, should he go or not?)

Xia Youjie didn't think too much about it when he followed him.But now the situation suddenly brought the problem to the front, Xia Youjie suddenly felt like a student who was giving a speech for the first time, and before he could speak, he got stuck.

"That white hair is a big fool."

There was still a cry in Luanbu's throat, because he deliberately suppressed his voice because of his face, so the voice of the whole sentence became muffled.

It's okay if you're willing to talk.

As a bad friend, Xia Youjie Hei Wujo Wu is a good hand: "Wu is a fool in the first place."

(Obviously knowing that Edogawa Ranpo has a childish temper, but he always wants to tease him, annoy him, and anger him. Are you stepping on the thunder now?)

Luan Bu didn't turn his head back, still lowered his head and said: "You don't think so."

"..."

Xia Youjie suddenly got stuck.

"The person you think is stupid is not him, but me. You are also a bad person." Luanbu bit his lip and said, "From the first day we met, you thought I was a brat who did anything wrong. If you don't tell me, I won't tell , Do you think I really don’t know? You are not taking care of me, you are just using your sense of superiority to look down on me. "

"...If this is your angry words, I will pretend that I didn't hear it." Xia Youjie could feel what brought up Wutiao Wu's aura just now, and continued, "But if you are really Think so, I see you this way, I'll crush you with my fist."

"Look, you're still pissing me off..."

"..."

Xia Youjie really hates this feeling.

He hates meaningless, endless arguments, and situations where he needs to explain his thoughts clearly.He doesn't like this kind of practice of cutting open his heart and revealing himself to others.Xia Youjie sighed heavily in his heart, walked to the chaotic pace, bent down and lowered his head, directly jumped out of the subject, and said, "Why are you squatting on the ground?"

Luanbu didn't raise his head, just said: "...my foot hurts."

"Then why don't you wear shoes on the beach?"

"Sand is easy to get caught in the gaps in the shoes. I just changed into new shoes and found sand in my shoes. Don't you know that I ran to the beach by myself?"

Now that Luanbu said that, Xia Youjie was thinking, sure enough, this guy didn't want anyone to know his plan at all.If it wasn't for his tracking spell spirit, he probably wouldn't have known that Ranbu would be on the beach.Perhaps, it is not necessarily true that he can deceive the world.

"It will be fine if you wash it."

"I do not know."

Xia Youjie was suddenly speechless, but he really couldn't refute.Because Luanbu really doesn't know anything.Seeing that Luanbu seemed to be in a calmer mood, Xia Youjie said, "Didn't you think that you would be very dangerous? You don't want to write a bad ending, and you are in the realm of magic spirits. What if something happens?"

"The work is more important than me."

Ranpo said swearingly.

Xia Youjie really wanted to knock him on the head, but now he could only hold back and said, "You could have written more works, but you died because of one work. Isn't this killing the chicken and picking the eggs, putting the cart before the horse?"

Xia Youjie didn't believe that Luanbu didn't understand this truth. After putting his shoes at Luanbu's feet, seeing that the skin on his feet was bleeding, he continued helplessly and tiredly: "Go back. Need some medicine. Are you more brittle than a paper doll?"

Luanbu tugged at Xia Youjie's arm and used his strength to wear his shoes, but he didn't look up at Xia Youjie.I don't want to be noticed that I am crying under the two forces of self-esteem and good face, I just stare at my feet the whole time.However, Xia Youjie didn't want to watch it either, he always thought it would be embarrassing.

Xia Youjie's footsteps moved, and his chaotic footsteps also moved slowly.But Luanbu's hand still grabbed Xia Youjie's cuff.Xia Youjie didn't care either, but was thinking in his head how he would explain to Yusaku Kudo that he had found Ranpo when he got back.

At this time, the sound of chaotic steps slowly sounded.

"People will only like my works, but they won't like me. You can live without me, but you can't live without works."

Xia Youjie was taken aback for a moment, and looked back at Luanbu, who happened to meet Luanbu's eyes.Xia Youjie couldn't explain his sudden feeling, it wasn't surprise or anger.At that moment, Xia Youjie seemed to hear what Ranpo said to Wujo Wu again.

Not only Gojo Gona's parents hurt Ranpo's heart, but also brought Ranpo back to all the hardships and sadness he had experienced before writing the article at all.It is precisely because writing has brought good changes in his life that he stubbornly believes that only writing is his everything.

This may be Xia Youjie's over-interpretation for a while.But Xia Youjie really believes that the days of being rejected and hated by everyone in the past hurt the once young Luanbu.

After Ranpo lost his parents, he completely lost the protection and love that he should have had from being born in this world.He is still so young, he has not yet learned how to deal with the warmth and coldness of the world, and has not yet learned a way to coordinate with the world, such as "ignoring", such as "being more observant", such as "just live for yourself" , Ranpo only got the care and love he wanted from "writing".

He will feel that the work is more important than him.

Without works, he will not be accommodated and indulged by anyone.

These thoughts were only for a moment, Xia Youjie retorted Luanbu without thinking, and said, "Who said that?"

Luanbu continued to look at Xia Youjie.

Seeing him say it word by word, it couldn't be more clear.

"Aren't we friends?"

Xia Youjie paused, showing a crescent-like smile.

"Even if you stop writing, I still like you."