Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

"Why haven't you... It's obviously a short story..."

I heard such a voice before opening my eyes, and then the bright sun pierced my eyes, burning so hot that I couldn't help but want to cry.

Dazai blinked, feeling that his eye sockets were really slightly moist.

The voice just now became clear, and his five senses gradually reset, as if there was more than one person talking around him.

But at this moment, another very familiar voice said in an extremely stern tone: "Check again, I'm afraid the novels put here are not your novels."

……novel?

This question appeared in Dazai's mind.

At this moment, a figure ran towards him at the edge of his sight, zooming in and getting closer in his vision,——

Then he smelled a good smell, an extremely familiar aroma, like the sunshine jumping on the autumn leaves.

The person in front of him just hugged him hard, the strength has reached the limit that would make him feel uncomfortable, but it is also cautious and gentle that cannot be ignored.

It's like confirming whether he really exists.

Dazai blinked his eyes, and heard the people around him say in an extremely shocked and regretful tone, "How could this be so!!", several other voices suddenly joined in, "Unexpectedly..."

"Obviously it's just an experiment..."

"New machine..."

Then the chaos in his brain was swept away by a sudden thought.

He remembered.

One day when nothing happened, Sansha combined Edgar Allan Poe's abilities and the new black technology of the Moonlight Club's R&D team to create a machine for "holographic immersive experience of the novel world". Then, in an extremely chaotic experimental accident, He and the other man were involved.

And what was meant to be an experimental, completely innocuous short comedy is twisted into a dark and incomprehensible story.

Yes, unintelligible.

Because he knows that in this story, the human mind will be completely limited by the script.

Even if you think that you have made a choice completely by free will, you are only acting according to the arrangement of the script.

He himself is a prime example.If such a world really existed, how could he act like that.

How could it be possible to just throw away such a precious thing right in front of you like that.

The person holding him still didn't speak. This should have been an excellent opportunity to tease him, but he didn't have any intention of doing that.

Because of the imperceptible trembling of the arms holding him at this moment, because of the fear and joy coming from the other party.

Also because, for this person, he has never done anything.

So Dazai smiled, raised his head, and said softly, "You're back to yourself, Mr. Idiot Jinji."

"もう, しっかりしてよ, ばカさん"

"I'm right here."

「私はここにいるよ」

... In addition to the above three points, there is the most important and last reason.

He is confident that no matter what kind of world they are in, they—if they are real—

No matter how many hardships and obstacles you have gone through, you will definitely,

Find each other again.

たとえどんな世界にいても、きっと私たちは

走って、転んで、そして...

... もう一刻, 养り合うのさ.

And that's why...

...we'll meet again, inyetananotherworld.

Tillthen, my dears. Take care, won't you?

The author has something to say:

In fact, there is really only one sentence for the content I originally envisioned to be converted into HE: they woke up from xxx (some kind of world simulator).

(Cover face)

The last English corresponds to the previous strange text, which is the perspective of the "author" of this story.

For reasons of time and ability, it has not been developed, so it should be regarded as a small easter egg.In fact, I just want to explore what will happen if the characters in the article find themselves in a story written by a "big boss" (anyone from a higher world).

This is the end of this story, thank you for your support all the way.

We are destined to meet again~

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