Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

"Hello? Kaka? Kaka?? Are you listening?"

"......Uh-huh."

I looked at the text message from Dazai on the screen of my phone ("Hi sir, your foster cat has eaten well today, the temporary breeder Tun-kun hereby certifies"), and I stopped breathing when I was hit by the oncoming cuteness.

"Hey, he's listening."

Probably because Donna, who was particularly irritable because of working all night a few days ago, said so, it hit my forehead like a chestnut.

"Alicia, tell him again, I promise he will listen this time."

——Although they seem to be enemies to Dazai in all kinds of ways, they are actually working extra hard so that I can have more vacations. I still know this.

"...Well I really didn't. Sorry. Go ahead."

I put away my phone obediently, with a correct attitude.

"In short, you and Donna are going to meet up with Adam and Ernest and attend a dinner together to find out the reality of that emerging suspicious organization! By the way, spend two more days in New York! Eat and drink! Go Pikachu! "

Alisha's voice sounded somewhat indignant.

——Indeed, this combination is very rare and very thought-provoking.

In the two most violent action groups, the two with the best tempers were removed, leaving behind four humanoid killers.

Italo, who was left in the club with Alysia, complained like this: "Sending these four people together, isn't it really to smash things?"

"...After all, your undercover mission is not over yet. Don't be angry, we will take you to eat and drink when you come back."

I said with a guilty conscience.

"...you'd better be," said Alicia, while Donna said, "Huh. Gotta run back to Yokohama as soon as the work is done, I bet."

......All right.

I have to admit, they were right.

However, in fact, I was distracted by the phone just now because there is still one thing that I am a little bit hesitant about.

Looking at the timing of Dazai running over, and hearing Nakajima accidentally mentioning that he accidentally spilled coffee on Higuchi, I knew that he must have used the smile and tone that had seduced countless women before to confuse her, so that he would be able to confuse her. The image of his frivolity is more complete, and it also makes the act of "sprinkling coffee" more reasonable.I can all imagine that scene.

I also knew that if I hadn't happened to be nearby at the time, and if he hadn't eavesdropped, Nakajima and the Tanizaki brothers and sisters would probably be in danger.

...But, as expected, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Decided.

Let's talk about it face to face with him, when we go back next time.

Although I don't really want to restrict him, I always feel that if it is him, I have such restrictions on him, maybe he will be very happy instead.

Maybe, instead, he will get a little sense of reality from my display of possessiveness, and he will no longer have any doubts about his own place in my heart.

Since you care, of course let him know.

Now that he is identified as mine. .....

...Of course, a regular declaration of sovereignty will do.

Donna and I were walking down Park Avenue when suddenly there was an extra weight on our shoulders.

Looking back, I saw Adam wearing sunglasses, with his hands on our shoulders, smiling brightly: "Long time no see, both of you."

Donna and I showed surprise expressions: "I didn't expect to meet you here, Adams, old man!"

Temporary chat room "American Squad" (4 people)

Secret History: ...This is a dialogue from the last century, and the expressions on both of you are a little too exaggerated.

Yun Tu: ...Mr. Golding took my pseudonym this time.So sloppy?

When breath turns into air: Hahaha, isn’t it so similar to your real name that it’s convenient to react in time? (狗头)

When breath turns into air: and there are everyone in this age, those who exaggerate like us will not attract attention, don't worry.

Yuntu: ...Indeed, our group always enforces the law violently, and occasionally plays a scene, which is actually quite interesting.

As for Ernest, he'll have to meet up later.He is stalked by cats.The three of us go first.

...again?It seems that animals in New York are not exempt.

I thought speechlessly.

It needs to be mentioned that Ernest has always been loved by animals.

Cases include but are not limited to the fact that the cat of his undercover protection object waited for him in the living room with a dead mouse in his mouth every day during his commission, which caused him to be fired by the protection object in anger;

After solving the oil tanker spill incident in Greenland, an arctic fox insisted on following him, holding his trouser leg in its mouth and refusing to let go, so he had to knock it unconscious and leave on its own;

There was also the most outrageous time when Adam and I, who were on a mission with him in the wild, were besieged by a group of jealous monkeys, and the leftover fruit cores were smashed over our heads and faces. That scene still makes people suspicious of life.

When breath turns into air: I don’t know if there will be any new species this time.

Yuntu: I stopped thinking about this question a long time ago.It is only a matter of time before all species are provoked.

Secret History: I feel the same way.

For Whom the Bell Tolls: ...Surprise, everyone, this time it's a raccoon.

...It's really a new breed.

Cloud Atlas: ...raccoons? ?wild?

For Whom the Bell Tolls: Domesticated.

For whom the death knell tolls: The trouble is that the owner seems to be autistic, and he is staring at me from the wall, but he just can't come over, I'm afraid it will take a while to deal with it.You play yours first.

Yuntu: All right.See you tonight.

Adam cast a "speechless" look at us, put his hands in his pockets, walked forward, and said conscientiously in his mouth: "You haven't been back to New York for a long time, the changes during this period have been earth-shaking, go, I will take You turn around."

The Metropolitan Museum happens to have exhibitions of Dutch painters of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, including still life paintings, Rembrandt's "Anatomy Lesson", and his student Fabritius, who unfortunately died young in the explosion. Several paintings.

Under the soft light of the museum, the delicate and heavy brushstrokes of the teachers and students, and the layers of paint, blur out the same quiet texture as the almost stagnant air around them——

It's like pressing the pause button when fast-forwarding a movie. Hundreds of years of time whizzed by, but stopped at this moment, so the eternal beauty was frozen in front of our eyes.

"That reversed thumb is so clever."

Adam looked at "Anatomy Lesson" and whispered.

"The skin there has been peeled off, and the reversed thumb adds to the weirdness. So the viewer notices this detail subconsciously, and they will feel that it is weird, but they can't detect the weirdness at the first time. Can continue to focus on it.”

"And the disproportionate size of the hand compared to the whole body is also a little trick to attract attention?" I said.

"And the light of the corpse," Donna said.

"As if it were a source of light in itself."

"There are also the two people in the back of the screen who are not looking at the corpse, but looking directly at the audience."

said a strange voice.

We turned around and looked at the speaker.

It was a young woman wearing a vintage dress and holding a parasol, with an elegant demeanor and sharp eyes.

At this moment, there is a look of admiration, even standing in the dim light of the room, it seems to be shining.

She said, "Nice to meet you, three. I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but in this era of strife, all conversations revolve around abilities and power. It is indeed rare to meet such artistically tasteful peers. I was a little curious, so I spoke rashly."

"Where is it?" I said, "Your insight is very unique, and we have benefited a lot."

"I'm also surprised that art has declined so far." Adam whispered, "Obviously, war has been a hotbed of art since ancient times."

"......exactly."

The stranger chuckled softly, holding out a white hand.

"My name is Margaret Mitchell. I wonder if I can ask you about the names of the three of you."

Temporary chat room "American Squad" (4 people)

When breath becomes air: ...it's the member with your last name, Adam.

Margaret Mitchell.The ability "Gone with the Wind", a member of the "Combination" of the North American supernatural organization.

A member of the target organization for our trip.

...it's a perfect coincidence.

In fact, we came here this time under the guise of wanting to join the "group".

The purpose of participating in this banquet is also to place "eyes of the sky" inside, so as to understand their motives and general strength, and then decide whether to break into the inside and solve it, or solve it directly.

They — “groups.” — are not as old as armed groups in other countries, but have been formed in recent months.

And they are all in the form of employment, which shows that the founder of this organization must have a very clear and relatively short-term "purpose".

And he will be targeted by us because the word "destroy the world" appeared in their conversation by the river that connected the inside of the manor with the outside world, which was monitored by "Sky Eye".

The original words are "Even if the world is destroyed, I will first get 'her' back".

It can be said that there is nothing more to arouse our vigilance than this.

When breath becomes air: You said before that her family is the branch of the Mitchell family that came to the United States many years ago?

Yuntu: ...Yeah, it just declined a few years ago.

Yun Tu: But having said that, there are not many people in the British team in my generation.

While sending messages in the chat room, Adam smiled and shook hands with her, "Nice to meet, Miss Margaret, I'm Adams Erwey, and here are my middle school classmates Pippa Verti and Theo Do Dicker. I'm an English teacher, Pippa is a writer, Theo is a medical student."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Donna and I shook hands with her one by one, and she smoothed her curly brown hair behind her ears with gentle movements, "I am a war correspondent. It is a pleasure to exchange art with the three of you. Unfortunately, I I need to go back to prepare for the banquet of acquaintances. Otherwise, I really hope to invite everyone to have afternoon tea. This is my business card, and I look forward to seeing you again in the future."

Yuntu: ...Kalanishi, please put the "Eye of the Sky" on her.

Yuntu: Let's see what news we can get this afternoon.If you still need to go there at night, and still use today's identity, then I will attract her attention, and you will act according to the original plan.

When breath becomes air: good.

"......It's an honour."

Adam nodded slightly to her, and when his sea-blue eyes and gray eyes looked at each other, he seemed to be able to see a trance-like resemblance.

"Here is my card. Good-bye, Miss Margaret."

"Goodbye, three." With an elegant smile, Margaret also slightly bowed her knees and left.

After coming out of the Metropolitan Museum and walking around Central Park, Donna and Adam rushed into an antique store in the downtown area with great interest, and at the same time sent me to see Er, who was still confronting the raccoon and its owner. Is Nestor still ok.

I took a shortcut and walked into an alley, and walked towards the location Ernest had sent before, but stopped because of the message he sent.

Temporary chat room "American Squad" (4 people)

For Whom the Bell Tolls: What a coincidence, guess what?

For whom the knell tolls: The owner of the raccoon, also a member of the group.

Secret History: ...Oh.What a coincidence.

For whom the death knell tolls: I have already reported to Mr. Golding, wait for the internal service team and the third team to follow up the information, if the specific situation can be judged, maybe the implementation can be started at the dinner party.

When breath becomes air: that's really exciting.

Yun Atlas: ...You are looking forward to completing the task and returning to Yokohama early, right?

......of course.

I turned on my phone, looked at the "good night" I sent a few hours ago, and clicked on the voice reply.

The cat at home uttered a weary and lingering "good night", which stained the cold metal with a touch of softness.

I felt like my heart flew thousands of miles away again.

...However, because of this little distraction, I failed to notice the commotion tens of meters away.

The moment I came back to my senses, the house behind me made a loud bang and then disintegrated, and the flying debris hit me, and at the same time, a roar like singing an opera quickly moved from far to near.

I completely subconsciously turned around and stretched out my hand to block it. At the same time, my mind activated the ability, and the broken brick was cut to pieces by the air half a meter away from me.

Then my brain recognized that voice.

I slowly lowered my arms,

Just met the pair of calm and bright eyes like the sun shining on the blue sea.

A few steps away, Nakaya looked at me blankly, and the telegraph pole in his hand fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The author has something to say:

A chapter with many elements.

When I first met Poe, Mitchell (and Adam’s prototype writer really have the same surname, but there should be quite a lot of people with this surname, but Wenye also mentioned that the Mitchell family is not easy to use a simple heavy surname. To explain, I simply set it up as the UK/US branch of the same family.) and Chuya.

The meaning of Report: The present/Moonlight Club perspective at work.

A section of the middle museum pays tribute to the work "Goldfinch" by Donna's prototype writer, and there is a painting of the same name by Fabritius. The analysis of "Anatomy Lesson" is adapted from the book.

Jinshi and Donna's pseudonyms are the hero and heroine in the book (in fact, no love relationship has been developed);

Adam's pseudonym is the name of the male protagonist in the earliest story of "Cloud Atlas", changed Adam to Adams hhhhh

Then Margaret's archetypal writer did indeed work as a reporter.

This time they are indeed here to kick the restaurant (although they don't know it yet), so this chapter is called "The Bully Four".Stay tuned.

Before that, please look forward to the reaction of the two of them who were caught off guard again hahaha

(Has Zhong also recognized him?)

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!