After I divorced from chaos step

Although growing taller is a good thing for Zhongya Nakahara, it is not a good thing for the [-] centimeters to grow on the upper body.

Osamu Dazai laughed so hard that he leaned forward and backward, trembling and said: "It's nothing to compare to, it's not to be compared to the big guy!"

I was very ashamed, I really did something bad with good intentions, and I didn't dare to look at Chuya Nakahara's expression anymore.

He didn't think I was teasing him, did he?

"Chuya is now a pitch-black giant hahaha, but the legs are still the original ones!"

Probably some people's mouths are naturally restless, and they are born to attack other people's sore spots.In addition to being angry, Nakahara finally couldn't hold back and beat Osamu Dazai.

"Chuya-kun, I'm sorry."

Nakahara Chuya, who had his back to me, stopped after hearing this apology.He turned his disproportionate body and his eyes fell on my face.

Frankly, without any sense of blame.

"It's not your fault. You are different from this guy." He pressed Dazai Osamu's head and continued to ask me, "Can you change me back to my original body?"

"……it is good."

It is difficult to modify, because I haven't studied the golden ratio of people, and I don't know how to evenly distribute the [-] centimeters in height.But recovery is easy.

Zhongyuan Zhong also changed back to the original 1.6 meters.

His appearance is slender, his appearance is beautiful, and his shoulders are not broad, but he gives people a feeling of peace of mind and reliability.

"I'm sorry, Nakaya-kun, I avenged my kindness just now." Osamu Dazai laughed at him for letting him make a fool of himself.

Osamu Dazai laughed at me, but Nakahara didn't blame me either.Instead, he pressed Dazai Osamu's head, and said to me slowly: "I still have a chance to surpass this mackerel in the future, right?"

"Yes."

"That's fine."

Nakahara also let go of Osamu Dazai, and the latter gently brushed against his pocket, as if he had taken something away.

Seeing my frown, Osamu Dazai immediately spread his hands towards me. His hands were empty, which meant that he didn't take anything.

……

Youzhi Primary School is not far from Ranpo's home. This is a private primary school that pays more attention to the talent of the teachers than their status, so Tuo Si easily got involved.

When we got there, we found the location sent by Atsushi Nakajima before we lost contact, and quickly found the underground entrance.Located below the school's music classroom.

Central Plains was also the first to go down. I took a few pictures and sent them to Fukuzawa Yukichi before walking down the stairs.

After Dazai came down, there was only a bang, and the door at the entrance closed.

I thought it didn't matter, anyway, the abilities of me and Chuya Zhongyuan can destroy this door.

The passage was pitch black, with no light at all.

Adhering to the principle of the rat of the dead house to save electricity, I didn't find any light switches on the wall.

As soon as I turned on the flashlight on my phone, a magnified grimace appeared in front of me.Against the backdrop of the pale light, it looked extremely eerie.

The corner of my mouth twitched: "Dazai, will you die if you don't hide it?"

Seeing that I wasn't frightened, Osamu Dazai shrugged disappointedly: "What a boring reaction, would Fyodor scare you like this before?"

"No. It's usually Gogol who scares me." I held up my phone and continued to follow the road. "Tuosi will not appear here."

he?

Usually when I was tossed half to death, I would appear calmly and rub the ground against me intellectually.

This is not the first time I have entered Tosi's Chamber of Secrets game.

Since I was a teenager, almost every three months, I would be tricked by him into the secret room he arranged to make fun of me.

...of course I never won one.

"There is a door here—" I stopped, raised the flashlight a little higher, and I read the words written in Russian on the door plate, "Gambler."

"There is also a door here." Zhong Yuanzhong also shouted from the other side, and he also lit up with his mobile phone, "Idiot? Who are you calling!"

The words on the door he found were idiots, written in Japanese.

"Hey, I have them here too! Poor people, are you talking about me?" Osamu Dazai used a lighter as a lighting tool.

Strange, how could he have a lighter if he doesn't smoke?

While I was feeling puzzled, Nakahara Zhong had already yelled angrily: "Osamu Dazai, you cunning mackerel, how dare you steal my things!"

"I'm sorry, I'll give it back to you if you use it." In the dancing flame, I saw the exquisite dandelion relief on the lighter.

This is a gift I gave to Chuya Zhongyuan before.

Osamu Dazai complained: "It's not a token of love given to you by a girl, why are you shouting so loudly?"

"Shut up!" Nakahara Chuya's voice sounded more irritable, I met his eyes in the faint light, his eyes seemed to be burned, and he looked away immediately.

Osamu Dazai laughed softly. I felt that the atmosphere between the three of us was becoming more and more strange, so I quickly changed the topic: "There are three doors here, but the positions are very strange."

"Indeed." Zhong Yuanzhong also pointed to two of the doors and said, "The position between these two doors seems to be another door, and the third door is three doors away from these two doors. Daomen."

I nodded: "Looking at the position, it's like this. Tosi should have arranged a strange superpower here, Dazai, use your disqualification in the world, you should be able to invalidate it after touching it."

Osamu Dazai turned his head sideways: "But I can't do that."

"Why?" Nakahara asked.

"If his ability is used, according to Tosi's usual style, he should make the books flow to places that are more difficult to find."

Tosi made it clear that he wanted us to enter his game instead of taking shortcuts.If it is easy to destroy the superpower space arranged by Tuosi and avoid his game, then he will never let us find the [book] again.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at the door with [idiot], his brows were tightly frowned, and his face was full of displeasure: "I always feel that these two words are provoking me."

He raised his foot and kicked lightly.

When his toes just touched the door, his feet were suddenly sucked in, and then his whole body was sucked in instantly.

This scene happened so suddenly, when I called Chuya Nakahara's name, he had already disappeared.

The door also disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Now there are only two doors left in the wall.

"I see." Osamu Dazai smiled slightly, "Dun-kun and Kyoka-chan should have been sucked into the door just like Chuya, and then the door disappeared."

A door should correspond to an independent room. There must be traps in the room, but there is also a great possibility... there is a [book].

"Qingxi sauce, have you decided which door to choose?" Osamu Dazai asked me, "Or stay here with me and wait for the president and the others to come over."

"No, Dazai, you may not know," I paused, and said softly, "Tuosi's secret room can last for a limited time. If the time is too long, [book] will move."

"Then you want to try it?"

"Hmm." I pointed to the door I found, "I choose this one."

--gambler.

He deliberately marked it in Russian, and the other doors are in Japanese, isn't it just waiting for me to choose?

"Good luck then."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to cover my forehead, his palm was cold, he only let it go for a while and then removed it, the residual temperature made my consciousness clearer, "... Be careful."

I don't know what's behind the door, and I don't know what's waiting for me, but the only thing I'm lucky about now is that I still have the right to make choices.

When my fingers touched the door, I felt a strong suction from inside, like a powerful big hand, pulling my whole body in.

"here is?"

I stood up from the ground.

The door through which I passed had disappeared, and there was a long road ahead, and there were lights on the road, but the light was very dim, like a wilderness at night.

I turned on the phone and saw that there was no signal on the screen, and I understood the reason why Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyouka didn't reply to the email.

There is no doubt that this is a scene created by supernatural powers, but there is no one with such supernatural powers in Tuosi himself or even in the organization of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.

Somewhere in the secret room, he may be imprisoning a person with supernatural powers.

I slowly looked around, and a song with a familiar melody came to my ears.

Someone is singing.

I listened carefully, it was "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow".

This is a Russian folk song.

But it's an extremely ugly sound.

I followed the light and continued to walk forward, and the ugly singing never stopped.I don't know how long I walked, but I came to a corner and stopped.

A fine amount of snow fell from the night sky.

"Is it a power similar to Miyuki?" I heard Tanizaki Naomi say that her brother Tanizaki Junichiro's ability Miyuki can create illusions that people can't tell the truth from.

I stretched out my hand, and a snowflake fell on my palm, small and cool.Well, I can feel the temperature.

A gust of wind blew up the hair on my forehead.At some point behind me, an old house appeared.

There is a river in front of the house, and this season, the river has frozen over.

So cold.

I shivered and wrapped my coat tightly around my body.

Wait, this house is——! !

This is the house I lived in in Russia.

I recognized the three mushroom lights by the door, and the little cedar I had decorated as a Christmas tree in front of the door.

...it turned out to be Christmas Eve.

"It's amazing that she can get sick too! Isn't she stronger than a bear?"

The person who said this was a thick-headed young man. Now he has not been eroded by the years, he has not become bald or fat. Although he has nothing to do with being handsome, at least he is not greasy.

He was the Pushkin of his youth, my old partner.

The ugly singing just now came from him.

"It's normal, people get sick all the time."

The handsome young man wearing a small knit hat sitting beside him is a member of the House of the Dead... Ivan.

There is no more Ivan in this world.

Not long ago, he was killed by my own hands.

I suppressed the strange feeling in my heart and moved closer, trying to hear it more clearly.

But I don't know if they can see me.

Logically speaking, what I saw should be an illusion, but the snowflakes are cold, like a real scene.

I squatted down and grabbed a handful of snow.

Can feel the entity.

"Master, why don't you cut off her pain-sensing nerve? That way at least she won't have a headache when she has a fever."

Ivan said sincerely to Tosi who was resting with his eyes closed.

Tosi is still a young man, and the hat he wears is not the one I gave him, but a red Christmas hat.

I suddenly remembered that this was the fifth Christmas Eve I spent with Tosi.

Because I was sick with a cold, I couldn't play Santa that night, so I left the Santa hat in the living room.

I remember that night I fell asleep very early, someone knocked on my door at night, and I muttered: "No matter what you have, please don't disturb my sleep, can you?"

After the knocking on the door stopped, I slept through the night and woke up refreshed.

But I recovered from my illness, and Tuo Si fell ill again inexplicably.His resistance is not good, he has hypotension and anemia, and because of extreme partial eclipse, he lacks trace elements, so it is normal to be sick.

Ivan complained that it was because of me that Tuo Si caught a cold.But in fact, when I first caught a cold, I stayed away from Tuosi for fear of infecting him.

From the looks of it now, Tosi at night was still healthy and showed no signs of catching a cold.

...Oops, thinking about such an insignificant thing at this moment, I complained about myself in my heart, and boldly walked to the door.

The few of them were still looking at the snow calmly, and they didn't seem to notice me.

"Pushkin, Yuanjiang invited you to come and spend Christmas with us." Ivan said suddenly, "She always makes her own way."

"What? Is it bothering you?" Pushkin raised his eyebrows in displeasure. "She invited me to Christmas, but she didn't prepare a big meal at all. We still ate black bread and lived like mice."

Tuo Si lowered his eyes and said softly, "We are all mice."

"Yuanjiang didn't eat dinner, is she okay?"

To my surprise, Ivan, who had always been at odds with me, started to worry about me.

And the unconscionable Pushkin waved his fat hand: "How could she be in trouble? Leave her alone. Fyodor, do you have red wine here?"

Ivan put down the black bread in his hand, and stood up: "I'll go and cook some porridge for her, and drink some hot broccoli porridge. Once I wake up, I'll be fine. Tomorrow is Christmas."

"I said, why are you suddenly not like you?" Pushkin asked the same doubt as I did, "You don't mean to be interested in her, do you?"

Ivan immediately sat down again, gritted his teeth and said, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

"I saw through you!" Pushkin proudly poked Ivan's shoulder.

Tosi smiled softly and put down the teacup in his hand.

Only then did Pushkin's attention shift to the red Santa hat on Tosi's head: "Fyodor, you really don't look like Santa Claus."

Tosi raised his hand and touched the hat: "It doesn't look like it?"

"Yeah, Santa Claus is giving gifts." Pushkin joked, "And you always ask for gifts from Yuanjiang, and it has always been like this."

Ivan was about to say something, but Tosi had already lifted his foot and left.

I glanced at Ivan and Pushkin, who were in bickering mode, and at Tosi, who was walking towards the kitchen. Out of curiosity, I chose to follow the latter.

The kitchen is very dilapidated, and the things in the dead house basically have nothing to do with the height, but because they are all used by me, they are basically cleaned up fairly clean.

I have never seen Tuosi enter the kitchen before, so I felt a little strange for a while.

This is a scene that "I" sleeping upstairs has never seen.

Tuosi chose a pot, took two spoonfuls of rice with a spoon, and started washing the rice with water.

...Is this the posture of cooking?

Fool!Too much rice, too little water!

I chimed in, but unfortunately he couldn't hear me at all.

He also said something to the pot: "If it succeeds, then say I did it. If it fails, then say Ivan did it."

I:"……"

Tuosi suddenly faced the air again and sighed: "Yuanjiang, get well soon, I can show you Santa Claus."