[Tokyo Ghoul] Shuko's Daily Handbook

Standing in the wind, dying in a dream.

He stood in the wind and snow, his fingertips were cold, the boy rolled up his collar and pushed open the door of the coffee shop.

Snowflakes were falling from his jet-black short hair, and his lips were blue from the cold. He turned his head and saw a white-haired young man walking in, wearing a black leather jacket, with an indifferent expression, and blood-red eyes.The young man didn't see him, so he smiled slightly and didn't say anything. He sat obediently by the window, looking back at the wind and snow outside.

Suddenly, the air stagnates.

A young man with short orange hair came out from behind the door, holding two cups of coffee.

The boy looked at these two people curiously, one was a ghoul, one was a human, one was a bronze tree, and the other was an investigator.

He didn't care that he wasn't found.

At the age of 15, he was puzzled by the unusual quietness of the coffee shop.

He tilted his head, looked at the handsome facial features of the white-haired youth, and then looked at the orange-haired youth.

"Hey, can I have a piece of chocolate mousse?"

"I want to ask, where did Dong Xiang and the others go?"

"Where's the store manager's grandfather?"

"Who are you?"

No one could answer his words.

He seemed to be isolated, and his fingers ran through the young man's arm.He looked at his fingers, tilted his head in a daze, then sat in his seat without speaking.

Who are they?he does not know.

Who is the white-haired youth?He didn't know either, he just felt that the man's eyes were very sad.

The boy grinned heartlessly.

He watched the two young men talking, the peaceful and harmonious scene, inexplicably sad.

Ying bled a lot and looked like she was dying.

Jin Mu picked him up by the waist and walked out.

The boy followed.

Step by step, he followed the young man in some embarrassment.

He saw a lot of dead bodies, wearing masks, some of which belonged to investigators.

He saw many people sitting and many people standing, their faces were calm and sad.

He saw the young man walking in the wind and snow, and the white cloth was blown away by the wind.

He didn't see his sister, but he saw Akira Mado, he saw the little noble general, and he also saw Dong Xiang.

Dong Xiang sat in the snow, her face full of bewilderment.

Where has everyone gone?

He wanted to ask Dong Xiang, but Dong Xiang didn't see him.

He seemed to be a non-existent person, a superfluous person.

Even though there was a voice that made him grab the young man's hand, the repeated penetration made him a little discouraged.

Feeling ignored, he stopped, standing where he was with puffed cheeks.

The young man looked over suddenly, even though it might be his illusion, but he did have a feeling of being seen through.

However, the boy was still sad.

However, he still moved his short legs and followed.

— wine.

The boy turned his head and saw the woman with long golden brown hair hugging her chest and looking at him lightly.

--elder sister.

He finally cheered up, walked forward quickly, and passed the young man.ran to the side of the woman.

The woman rubbed the boy's soft black hair with a gentle tone.

--Let's go.

——Hmm!Jiuzi is so hungry, he wants to eat beef burgers and have a tea party with Teddy Blossom!

The woman took the boy's hand and left, and the figures of the two gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.

The white-haired young man seemed to feel something. He glanced forward and felt that just now... his heart hurt a little, a little stuffy, and a little empty.

But, only one point.

What is lost?

Delusion.

——Jiuzi, let's go home.

--OK.

——Sister, who is that person?

——I don't know, probably just a stranger.

—A stranger?

The young man tilted his head, his immature face was full of doubts and confusion, he turned his head to look at the young man again, and then smiled at him.

Even, he knew, the youth couldn't see it.

Ah, you look sad, what are you sad about?

Although I don't know who you are, and I don't know why you're sad—

But come on, you must live well.

The author has something to say: This is if Jiuzi had never met Kaneki Ken but traveled to Tokyo Ghoul. The original work has nothing to do with the text