[Tokyo Ghoul] Shuko's Daily Handbook

—Why are you crying?Why shed tears?Why be sad?

It's obviously not your fault, why should you push it all to yourself?

Why not help him?If you help him, you might win, right?

why……?

——I, I'm afraid that Xiaoyan will lose... If he loses... he will die... I don't want him to worry about me...

——What will happen to you if he dies?

——Yes, I will go crazy.

——But in that case, if you go on with hatred, you will be even stronger, won’t you?Xiaojiuzi——

It was as if everything had returned to that night, the girl in bandages was sitting on a high shelf, shaking her thighs.

——But your parents are dead, why haven't you gone crazy yet?

It's really strange, if he dies, will you really go crazy?

Or—do you not love him?I just want to occupy it. If I die, I can just change it. Isn’t what I said wrong?

——No, the young man pursed his lips, it's not right at all.

— Then am I wrong?

——No...not wrong, not right...

— Then who was at fault?Xiaojiuzi,

——Let me tell you a secret, okay?

She leaned close to the boy's ear, with a strange smile in her voice.

——Hey, five years ago, the first-generation-san tasted really good.

Is it true that you are an investigator?Did such a great physique come from being stuck between the teeth in the end?

——You, you, Jiuzi's dark blue eyes are full of disbelief, it's you...

——Let me guess what Xiaojiuzi was thinking in his heart. He was surprised, unbelievable, and didn't want to believe it... But you didn't want to cry, didn't you want to be angry, didn't you feel sad Bar……

The kind-hearted little Jiuzi is a cutie who will cry even if a small animal dies. Why is this so?

In the end, it's still resentment, resentment to your parents, why did they treat you like this, there is nothing wrong with it at all...

Why be so indifferent?Why treat you like a discarded piece of trash?Why should you be treated like a movie ticket that you throw away after watching the movie?Their love has long since expired.

"Please...don't say any more...please...please don't say any more, please?"

Please stop talking like this.

I'm going to... go crazy.

He curled up, curled up, he hugged his body, his chin was tightly embedded in his knees, and his body shrank a little.Those delicate eyes were hidden deep in the shadow of the lower eyelashes, the rosy lips turned pale pale, and the whole cheek was as white as a sheet.

Yuhe wrapped him tightly, he didn't want to be hurt in the slightest.

Then, he was eaten half of Yuhe.

Eaten by owls.

Jiuzi woke up, "It turned out to be a dream—" He touched his forehead, feeling a little feverish, and his sister had gone to nowhere, probably for support.He sniffed, and there was a lot of blood in the air mixed with a familiar smell.Whose taste?His head was a little groggy, because of the rainy weather, his sense of smell was a little dull.

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Arima Kisho turned around, and found a young man in a tight black uniform standing there. The mask was nowhere to be seen. The beautiful and immature face could be seen at a glance, and the half-dry, half-wet short silver-white hair was clinging to his face. On his face, his right eye was covered by slanted bangs, and he lowered his eyes, unable to see the slightest emotion in his eyes.But Kisho Arima still recognized the boy, "The first generation of wine."

The young man raised his head, his fingers were stained with blood on the wall, he gently approached the blood drops on his fingers, no one noticed that he was trembling, his voice was as calm as stagnant water, "...the smell of grinding..."

"Even if I only tasted it once, I still remember it very clearly. It is warm and mellow like hot coffee, because I have an unusual taste The sweetness that is not greasy in the mouth, and the warmth settled in the stomach..." He kissed his fingertips, his black eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and the dim light shone on his paper-pale face , leaving a perfect silhouette under the eye socket. "I, am I late?"

The man moved his lips, "Yes, you missed his ending."

"Is he in pain?"

"Maybe."

"Can I have a look at him?"

"……cannot."

"...Then," the slender white fingers slid across the bangs, and the bangs swept up revealed all the beautiful eyes like pigeon blood gems, and the blood-red lines spread from the pupils to the entire right cheek frantically, "I'm sorry. "The calm and childish voice was as cold as ice, and his fingers pressed the corners of his mouth and pulled upwards, making a smile.

In an instant, the black figure passed by like a gust of wind, Kisho Arima's face was calm and unwavering, but he still did not relax his vigilance, the huge feathers suddenly set off a gust of wind, he quickly dodged, and at that moment, Lin He closely followed the gust of wind "Shua——" swept across his body, the man quickly dodged Linhe's attack, and the movement of his hand did not stop, Naruto turned into a sword and stabbed at the young man's heart concentratedly.

If it is within his budget, the boy will immediately block the attack with Yu He, and at that moment he can turn Narugami into a pincer form——

But he was wrong, because the boy's goal was not him at all——

Unexpectedly, Narugami pierced the heart, and warm blood splashed the man's face.

At that moment, the young man brushed past him, his cheek was scratched by the sharp Hezi at some point, and blood oozed out.

"Matt and others." He looked up and saw the woman with the golden brown ponytail.

He paused, and suddenly heard hissing from behind.

The boy's goal—is it Ken Kaneki?

The budget is wrong...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

The young man tore his white hair frantically, his eyes were empty and confused, but the tears kept... kept... kept sliding helplessly into the pool of blood like raindrops, helplessly, helplessly, sliding down, and there were lines on his face The traces of tears and blood and tears, helplessness, confusion, fear, and numbness finally turned into a void.Linhe behind him swept here frantically, setting off wind after wave, and finally intertwined like spider webs before being collected.

His legs gave way, his knees "bang" and he knelt on the ground weakly. His fingers trembled and lingered on the young man's somewhat blurred facial features, and the two empty eye sockets gradually made his vision dim.The young man leaned on his shoulder, the blood stained his short white hair red, and he was scattered in the pool of blood - he kissed the corner of the young man's lips.

He opened his mouth and bit down on the young man's shoulder.

The smell of blood—

Somewhat cold——

I don't know why he wants to cry so much——

He felt that he was going to despair——

He said, can you not go to sleep, he misses him a little bit.

He said that this time he lied, and he clearly said that he would always stay by his side.

He said, said, said what?Say please...please don't go back to sleep...okay?

I beg you……

The man could only hear the hoarse mourning from the heart, intermittent crying, and a sharp voice from his throat.

He curled up, Yuhe wrapped his body like a cocoon.

He said he didn't want to wake up either.

"Please let him go, Matt and others." The woman said, but she didn't even look at the boy.

"What's the reason?"

"He didn't kill anyone."

"..."

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He bit his lips tightly, his lips were bloody and dripping with blood. He stared blankly at his bleeding wrist, feeling a little dizzy and cold.The wrist is returning to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.The paleness and dullness of long-term confinement in the ground reminds people of those criminals who are about to be executed and patients who know they are hopeless. He, he is hopeless.

The room was eerily quiet, tick-tick-tick-tick-the sound of tears falling was obvious and abrupt, the crystal clear liquid slid down some thin cheeks, drop by drop seemed to be hitting a person's heart.

Desperation and sadness.He was almost tortured like a terminally ill patient, his fingers were cold, his nerves were as tense as the strings of a violin, and his cold eyes were always filled with fear and despair.

Annis is a psychiatrist, and her job is mainly to take care of this patient, the first generation of Jiuzi.Blood, she saw blood, the sound of ticking, she walked over quickly and turned on the light.The young man huddled in the corner, his Junxiu eyes lacked a gleam of brilliance.

"Jiuzi... Come on, put down the knife in your hand, okay?" Anis did not dare to act rashly, and comforted the boy softly.The boy didn't move any more, his chin rested on his knees, and he looked at the woman in front of him coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person, he didn't have any irritable or hysterical crying, he slowly stretched out his hand, A bloody dagger was displayed in front of the woman.When Annis wanted to take the knife away, the boy withdrew his hand.

"Let me out, give you this knife..." He opened his mouth, his voice was very weak, and Anis could hardly hear it clearly, but she understood his mouth shape.

For this patient who is too quiet, but sometimes commits suicide and self-mutilation, she seems very helpless, but fortunately, this patient has a super recovery ability.Anis sighed secretly in her heart, fortunately he has a fixed time every time he hurts himself... Wait!He kills himself on a regular basis! ...It seems that something extraordinary has been discovered. Could it be because of something? ...But why did she only find out now! "Where are you going, who are you looking for?" She asked cautiously, and Anis was a little flustered, which gave her a bit of a woman's boldness and cuteness. "I mean! I mean, I can take you there!"

"Where are you going? Whom are you looking for? Whom are you looking for? Whom are you looking for..." He kept murmuring, and slowly lowered his head. Seeing the young man returning to the quiet state of talking to himself, Annis sighed , carefully bandaged the boy's wound, and walked out.

"Who are you looking for? Who is it?" Jiuzi raised his face and slowly closed his eyes, "Who are you—"

--Guess who I am?

Covering his eyes with both hands, he followed the voice and thought about this person slowly.

--Who are you?

——My name is Kanekiken, kanekiken.

The young man let go of his hand and looked at him tenderly.

——Gold——Wood——Research?

The boy looked at him in confusion: Kaneki Ken?He stretched out his hand to touch the young man's facial features, but found a white-haired young man exactly like him standing behind the young man, with the same warm smile overlapping him, very familiar feeling.When his fingers touched the young man, everything disappeared in an instant, and he found himself standing in an endless garden, blooming flowers swaying in the wind.The young man stood beside him and bent down to hug a black-haired child.

Then he saw his little self and the black-haired, black-eyed boy hugging and sitting on the swing, the corners of their clothes fluttering in the wind like butterflies, they flew very high, and the warm golden sun shone on Their bodies are like an oil painting - so pure and soft.Their laughter and laughter crossed the blue sky, like birds singing freely, with a gust of wind, they sang, and the children's innocence and joy were carried far and far by the wind.

In the blink of an eye, another place was changed. Where is this place?

It is a room, a woman is busy with the work in hand, she is a very gentle woman.

Then, die.

Tired from exhaustion, he saw the black-haired, black-eyed boy at the funeral, and he wanted to walk over to hug the boy and kiss his forehead to comfort him.A white-haired young man suddenly appeared behind him, and the young man held his hand, fingers interlaced.

The young man stared blankly at the young man's kiss on their interlaced fingers.

Then Quinke passed in front of him and stabbed the young man hard in the eye——

He could feel the pain in the young man's heart, he watched him neighing—suddenly felt sadness in his heart.

A white-haired man in a white trench coat, a white-haired young man, why does he feel sad when the man reads that poem?Why is there heartache and a sense of collapse when men kill youth?

"Ainu, old man..."

"White eyebrows glisten, white beard hangs..."

"Pave out the thatch, rustle the outside of the house, and muran weave..."

"Short knife in hand, sitting cross-legged, grinding, eyes dignified..."

"The god of Ezo Island, the descendant of the ancient legend..."

"Gradually destroyed, the walking dead..."

"The scorching sun in midsummer is dazzling..."

"The only thing left is the breath of the gossamer..."

——What a beautiful poem——

"Who exactly are you looking for?" Hearing someone ask this in a trance, the gentle voice seemed like a world away.

"Kanekiken."

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