I became a super detective after commenting on spoilers

[Never thought a winery could fail so...er, dramatically?

#1: Bao, do you want to say that you are not strong XD

#2: That's right. ]

[Bourbon's acting in these few episodes is as good as ever, and even more refined.In the last episode, the bourbon and rye wolves stepped on each other!

#1: And the public opinion is hilarious too, bourbon and rye are the worst sprayed in Japan and the US, and they both turned out to be undercover hahahaha]

[It's great that Matsuda and Reiji are fine! ! ! ]

[Woooooooooo my little detective qaq, Mama finally saw you~]

[etc?What's going on with this picture, why are you both squatting by the river, or squatting separately.

#1: How do you feel like a couple at odds...

#2: But there is also a second cut of Osamu Dazai leaving. ]

Without the chance to meet the winery, Tsukishiro Reiji naturally couldn't see the comments.

It was noon when he left, and he didn't want to go to Xuetu's apartment, as that would only cause his brother more troubles.

Only then did Tsukishiro Reiji realize that he actually had no more places to go.

There was only a handful of change in my pocket that I found at the convenience store at noon, and the beef rice was thrown on the kitchen stove at home, and I didn't have time to eat it.

Looking for an unremarkable noodle restaurant again, his eyes lingered on the pork tonkotsu ramen for a second, and Tsukishiro Reiji ordered a bowl of clear soup noodles with the little money he had.

After a sip of the noodles, I rubbed off the fireworks and the hot air conditioner for a while.

After more than an hour, Tsukishiro Reiji was so thin-skinned that he couldn't sit down and left, embarrassed to look at the waiter's eyes before going out.

The dusk and night in winter are not distinct, he walked aimlessly all afternoon, the red glow is fleeting, and night can't wait to come.

The wind by the river was strong, and the cold breath of frost was blowing in, blowing away the heat from Tsukishiro Reiji's body.

He squatted by the river, a layer of frost formed on the bare withered grass, and the wet coolness came up from the soles of his feet after walking for a long time.

This is the scene recorded in the first animated footage.

The phone's interface stayed on the confession text message.

The cold but sincere enthusiasm of the metal passed from a short line of words to the stiff hands, and the cold fingertips touched the cluster of flames restlessly.

In the narrow reply box, Reiji Tsukishiro typed "I'm sorry" as the beginning, bit his nails uneasily, and deleted each word one by one.

How could he try to perfunctory Matsuda Jinpei's feelings with a pale apology?

Exit the text message interface, move your thumb over the "Dial" button, or make a call to Zhenping...

Tsukishiro Reiji stared at a string of numbers, as long as he was a little more brave, his fingers crossed a vertical distance of one millimeter... Dejected, he moved his hand away.

His head was buried powerlessly between his knees.

If you miss it, you miss it. Is a late response still a response?

Reiji Tsukishiro tilted his head, revealing one eye, and the moonlight shining on the river surface jumped into his eyes again.

Sucking his nose that was red from the cold, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, and stood up on the grass.

Unlock the screen, click on the contacts again, and find Matsuda Jinpei.

He needs to apologize to Zhen Ping and explain that he didn't reply to the message on purpose——

He mustered up his courage, and a second before dialing the number, a warm scarf, the temperature of which was removed from the heat source before being taken away by the wind, with the smell of tobacco, stuck to Reiji Tsukishiro's cold neck.

"What are you doing here alone?" Matsuda Jinping's voice sounded.

"Array, array flat?!" Like a startled little animal, Tsukishiro Reiji turned around abruptly, and accidentally dropped his phone.

"Why are you so careless?" Matsuda caught the phone quickly with flat eyes, smiled, and was about to hand it to him, when he noticed his panic and dodge that he couldn't hide from the corner of his eye.

Subconsciously, Matsuda Jinhei glanced at the screen of the phone——

Reiji Tsukishiro is a nostalgic person, he doesn't have high requirements for electronic products, as long as the production is not stopped, the mobile phone is even more stubborn to use the same brand and model.

If I remember correctly, the other party's new phone is the same as the previous one...but Matsuda Jinpei recognized the difference between the two at a glance.

There are more scratches on this hand, and the traces of time are more deliberate.

Matsuda Jinpei suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

The outer wall that he had built layer by layer in the past few days was quietly covered with cobwebs, and it would collapse with just a slight poke.

Stiffly smoothing the corners of his mouth, Matsuda paused: "You... saw it."

He didn't intend to tell the truth, and the two returned to the safe distance of friends, which was good.

It's not good for anyone to make it clear, some things can't go back after being clarified, Matsuda Jinhei made a decision.

Some kind of inspiration came suddenly, his heart was beating rapidly, but he couldn't resist, Tsukishiro Reiji felt panicked.

"sorry,"

As soon as the first syllable was spoken, the cold wind pouring down made the tip of the nose sore.

In an instant, the hazy perception became clearer, and Tsukishiro Reiji glimpsed the ending in an instant.

"Zhen Ping, I..." He tried hard to control the untimely tears, but he was even more embarrassed, "I'm sorry,"

After wiping it carelessly, the fundus and under the eyes were covered with rough red bloodshot eyes, but in the end, he couldn't even utter a complete apology.

He's a really bad guy.Tsukishiro Reiji bit his lower lip.

"Obviously I was the one who fell in love..." Matsuda Jinpei lost all temper, and helplessly wiped away the last tear for him.

The rough fingertips rubbed the cheeks of Tsukishiro Reiji heavily, and a faint pain came up finely and densely.

"Don't cry, you don't know how much I will think..." Matsuda Zhenping's hoarse voice was scattered in the wind.

Tsukishiro Reiji still read those two words from his lips - "kiss you".

But Matsuda Jinpei couldn't do it, his rationality and bottom line told him he couldn't do it.

He pulled a smile that wasn't too embarrassing, and tried to say some jokes, "If it's an apology for not replying to the message in time, I accept it."

He replaced "confession" with "information", which was the last bit of decency that Matsuda Jinpei left for himself.

"No," Tsukishiro Reiji just said, when he was startled by his strong nasal voice.

Matsuda Jinpei rubbed his messy silver hair and changed the subject.

"You haven't answered me yet, why are you here alone? Didn't you eat dinner?"

"Take a walk and eat." Tsukishiro Reiji curled up his fingertips, not wanting to worry Matsuda Jinhei, subconsciously avoided his eyes and replied.

"Has anyone ever said that you are really not suitable for lying?" Matsuda Jinpei snorted angrily, pulled the scarf around a few times, and tied the knot after confirming that the neckline was airtight.

Tsukishiro Reiji shook his head, no one told him face to face.

"When did you and Osamu Dazai establish a relationship?" Matsuda Jin asked calmly.

"The day I was saved." Tsukishiro Reiji buried the lower half of his face in the scarf, and his voice became muffled through the gaps in the loose wool.

"Ha, I knew it." Fingers running through the unkempt curly hair, Matsuda Jinpei said unhappily.

Just one step away.

"He confessed?" In the scene full of gunpowder and chaos, Matsuda Jinpei subtly felt that the other party was not much better than himself.

Tsukishiro Reiji hesitated for a second. Although he didn't make it clear, it should be a confession?

"Hmm." He nodded.

"I don't think you will break up with him?" Matsuda Jinpei suddenly closed his eyes, what nonsense he was saying, "Sorry,"

Tsukishiro Reiji pursed his lips and smiled, "It's a very normal speech."

In the few seconds of silence, only the sound of the river wind hitting the tree trunk was left.

Tsukishiro Reiji avoided answering, and Matsuda Jinhei didn't know what he was doing, and the two stared blankly at the broken moon reflected in the river.

For a moment, Matsuda Jinpei thought that they could go on in a stalemate, and that would be fine.

Until he heard Tsukishiro Reiji say softly——

"We won't break up."

The dust has settled.

Matsuda Jinpei smiled disappointedly, he knew this was the answer that Tsukishiro Reiji would say.

I don't like to take the first step, but once I choose, I will go on persistently.

And the one who got the exact answer—Matsuda Jinhei touched the coin in his pocket.

"Let's go have dinner." Subconsciously, he wanted to wrap his arms around Tsukishiro Reiji's shoulders, but just as he raised his hand, he put it down embarrassingly, "What do you want to eat?"

"I can do it." Tsukishiro Reiji walked a little ahead, wanted to look back at Matsuda Jinhei, but was held down on top of his head.

"I have one thing I want to ask for your opinion." Matsuda Jinhei said, "Does Reiji know that gods can see the relationship between people?"

……

Sure enough, Reiji Tsukishiro closed his eyes.The strong omen of impending loss came true.

When the edge is cut off, all the memories will be preserved, but the burning and surging emotions will remain in the past forever, and even the retained memories will become blurred, which is the self-protection mechanism of the brain or soul.

If this is the memory of Reiji Tsukishiro alone, he will not choose to give up anyway. Every memory with Matsuda Jinpei is a gem, treasured deep in the memory palace.

The soreness at the tip of his nose welled up again, but he held back this time.

There was a coin hidden in the pocket, covered with body heat, Tsukishiro Reiji found the warm metal from the pocket.

The temperature of the coin was transmitted to the palm of his hand, holding it tightly, Tsukishiro Reiji stopped unknowingly, and fell behind Matsuda Jinpei.

The regular shape of the coin stuck to the skin, and after a moment of silence, he carefully grabbed the hem of Matsuda Jinpei's clothes and tugged.

"Zhenping, now?" Tsukishiro Reiji asked in a low voice.

Matsuda Jinpei turned his head, and the silver-white coin reflected the color of the neon light, lying quietly and colorfully in Tsukishiro Reiji's palm.

Taking the coin from his palm, Matsuda Jinping couldn't help touching his cheek, "No."

The heart beat twice, almost, Matsuda Jinping wanted to regret it.

"I mean, eat first."

……

I don't know if it's a coincidence or a coincidence, but Matsuda Jinhei chose an old shop that is unknown but has been open for decades.

There is not even a signboard at the entrance of the noodle shop, and it depends on regular customers to bring new customers.

So Tsukishiro Reiji ate the pork tonkotsu ramen that he wanted to eat at noon but didn't.

The old noodle shop is very quiet and cozy.

The tips of the noses of the two of them were sweating slightly, and the winter night was not so cold again.

Coins are tossed and sacrificed to the gods.

The hand that appeared out of nowhere grabbed the coin, and this time there was a blond child beside Yato.

"Have you made a decision—" Before he finished speaking, Yato saw the little believer next to Matsuda Jinpei, "It seems that you have made up your mind."

"But I still have to remind again, there is no medicine for regret if you cut it off." The cynicism in Ye Dou's eyes faded, and there was a real trace of divinity.

He is like every god sitting on Gao Tianyuan, looking down at everyone, equal and indifferent.

Tsukishiro Reiji couldn't help but turn his head to look at Matsuda Jinpei. He thought that the other party would answer "yes" firmly, but he didn't want to meet his gaze.

The two were stunned at the same time.

Matsuda Jinpei took a deep breath, "Yes."

Tsukishiro Reiji then nodded, and responded softly, "Yes."

Looking at the two people in front of him, Yato scratched his hair helplessly, "It's really difficult, but since it's decided..."

Yato turned around, "Yueyin."

"Understood." The cool kid arched his nose, and the next second it turned into an extremely beautiful knife.

When the first snowflakes fell on the tip of Tsukishiro Reiji's nose, Matsuda Jinpei reached out to him, "Nice to meet you."

Tsukishiro Reiji didn't hold him, but hugged him on tiptoe: "Me too, very, very lucky to meet Zhenping."

Seeing the person who bumped into his arms, Matsuda Jinpei was stunned, before he could raise his hand, Tsukishiro Reiji had already stepped back a few steps, and smiled at him apologetically because of his reckless behavior.

For a moment, Matsuda Jinpei wanted to say something, but his lips moved slightly.

"Do not,"

He could barely restrain himself from opening his mouth to stop the god, but it was too late.

The blade cuts through the invisible red thread.

Without a sound, the line connecting the two was broken.

Matsuda's anxious expression suddenly went blank, and he looked helplessly at his raised hand, which seemed to hold back something.

Looking in the direction of the fingertips, the handsome young man stood quietly in the falling snowflakes, his expression was indifferent, but his eyes were slightly red.

This almost made Matsuda Jinhei think of hugging him.

Is it a friend he has seen several times——?

They should be friends, right?Matsuda Jinpei thought uncertainly.

The way Reiji Tsukishiro looked at the stranger made Matsuda Jinpei not sure about the relationship between the two.

Matsuda Jinpei was not a very eloquent person. After hesitating for a while, he resolutely gave up the idea of ​​going forward to comfort him. The police station still has a lot of work waiting for him.

Glancing at the silver-haired young man who was standing quietly in place, Matsuda Jinhei passed him by, passing Yato and Yukino directly in front of him, unaware.

"Ah, I regret it." Xueyin tilted her head and looked at the man who left without looking back, "Is this a mistake at work?"

"Who knows?"

"But—" Yato looked at Tsukishiro Reiji silently.

Because the fate was cut off, the memory selectively forgot the reason for his sadness.

"That's weird." Reiji Tsukishiro frowned slightly, and pressed his foggy eyes in distress.

How could there be a layer of tears?

"Yato, do you finally have a new believer?" He didn't care about a little episode, and looked at Xueyin curiously.

"Whoever wants to be this guy's believer, I'm an artifact!" Xueyin quickly shifted her attention, and immediately retorted angrily.

Yato sighed, ruffling his silver hair with a hand.

"Go home now."