After I divorced from chaos step

When he was a teenager, when he was with me, he either always bowed his head in thought, contemplating one series of conspiracies after another, or he was so naughty that he knew how to restrain himself a little when he saw me in a state of dismay.

But I have never seen this pair of Dosi who prayed for "me" devoutly.

The porridge in the pot was overflowing, and he hadn't finished his beautiful prayer.

I really want to reach out to open the pot for him, but this will inevitably arouse his suspicion.

Very strange.

They can't see me, I'm sure, but I can touch all the entities here?This doesn't fit the setting.

The porridge in the pot overflowed a lot, and it was only when Tuo Si came back to his senses from the prayer that he said "Oops", and then directly lifted the lid of the hot pot with his hands.

This idiot doesn't know how to get a wet rag!

bang.

The pot lid fell on the stovetop.

His fingers were hot and red, but he didn't shower them with cold water for the first time, but put them in his mouth and sucked them.

I watched from the side and shook my head. This is too lacking in common sense in life.

The heat in the pot dissipated, and the white porridge kept tumbling in the pot, filling the room with a burnt smell.There is no doubt that this pot of porridge is mushy.

Tuo Si turned off the fire, stared at his failed work, thought for a while and said to himself: "If you give this kind of thing to Yuan Jiang, it's too pitiful as a patient."

I thought to myself, this kid actually has a conscience.

"You can't waste food, so leave it to Ivan to drink."

"..." Isn't Ivan human?

Not discouraged, Tosi took another pot and started cooking another pot of porridge.

The old-fashioned pot is easy to burn, and he didn't use a spoon to stir it constantly. This time the porridge didn't overflow, but it was boiled again.

I watched silently.At this age, Tuosi is between a teenager and a young man, and he is in his best years.

It's a good time, don't go to work, and make troubles all day long.

He stared at the cooking pot that kept failing, his purple eyes were calm, this extreme tranquility was like heavy snow covering the whole wilderness silently.

After an unknown amount of time, he sneezed, only to realize that a corner of the window was not closed.

He walked over, closed the window, and suddenly stretched out his slender fingers, and painted a cat's paw on the foggy window glass.

It is a very playful cat paw.

"Cooking porridge is so hard." He sighed softly.

But he didn't give up, and he continued to cook another pot.

The girl upstairs, Yuan Qingxi, fell asleep with her head covered because of a cold. If she woke up and saw such a scene, she would probably be moved too.

In fact, there is no need for Tuosi to insist on cooking perfect porridge, because at this time, Yuan Qingxi will drink up all the porridge without hesitation, even if it is mushy porridge.

After all, what she needs now is really simple.

A little fleeting concern, an insignificant gift, can make her ecstatic.

I didn't dare to sit down, cross my legs, or make any movements, for fear that any inappropriate movements would arouse Tuosi's suspicion.

I watched him learn to stir the porridge constantly with a spoon, and finally cooked a pot of porridge that was not mushy.

He served it in a small bowl, sprinkled some raisins on it, and brought it out of the kitchen.

He walked to the second floor with light steps and cautious steps, as if he was carrying treasures from many lifetimes, with a gentle smile on his lips.

He knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He knocked patiently again, and finally the voice of "I" came from inside.

"No matter what you have to do, don't disturb my sleep, really, Christmas Eve is very disturbing!"

His voice was helpless and exhausted, with a nasal tone thickened by a cold.

Tosi stood outside the door for a long time before moving away.

His back turned around, as if his loneliness had become a note of the end.

He put the bowl of porridge on the steps, and it was destined that no one would care about it.

He went down the stairs, out of the living room, and walked under the little cedar tree that was very festively decorated at the door.

It's the Christmas tree I've worked so hard to decorate before Christmas Eve, but Ivan and the others don't take it seriously.I called them to write Christmas wishes together, but no one paid any attention to me.

...I have always been at odds with them.

But at this moment, I saw Tuosi pull out the wish sign from the ribbon.

More than one.

I approached him and saw that the wish was written in a different handwriting than mine.

[May the world be peaceful and full of happiness. 】

——This is Tosi's wish.

[May the owner be healthy and realize his ideals. 】

——This is Ivan's wish.

[The winter in Russia is too long and too cold. I really hope to see the scene of cherry blossoms blooming in spring in my hometown, even for one night. QAQ]

——This is the wish sign I wrote.

Tosi tore it off, folded it, and put it in his breast pocket.He looked up to the window on the second floor, which was my bedroom.

The bedroom windows were closed and the curtains were drawn, and I knew neither would be open that night—because it was noon the next day when I woke up.

"Yuanjiang," Tuosi said softly facing the heavy snow, "You miss your hometown very much."

……nonsense.My heart said, who would not miss their hometown?

He was silent for a moment, and then walked towards the woods by the small river. I couldn't follow him anymore, otherwise I would leave footprints in the snow.

"Master, you'll catch a cold if you go out in such a cold day." Ivan chased him out holding an umbrella. No matter what time he was, he was loyal to Tuo Si.

Tosi did not stop, but continued to walk, only his gentle voice floated over.

"It's ok."

I don't know what they're going to do, but sit next to Pushkin and watch him play Tetris on an old mobile phone.

At that time, mobile phone applications were not yet developed, and there were not so many APPs developed, and the way of chatting was limited to phone calls and emails.

That's why the contact information between me and Yukimura was cut off so easily by Tosi - this insidious bastard!

Tetris, an ancient game, is really not attractive to me. After I saw Pushkin died in N rounds, I felt boring and went back to the house.

I went upstairs to the bedroom, the door was unlocked, I opened it, and saw... myself in a deep sleep.

She huddled into a ball, breathing with difficulty opening her mouth because of her stuffy nose.

The entire bedroom was quiet, only her breathing and intermittent sleep talking could be heard.

Tosi's bowl of porridge was still on the steps of the stairs. I brought it over and wanted to give it to her, but I was afraid it would cause unnecessary trouble.

The porridge is already cold, and the taste is very strange. The white porridge is sweet, but it is necessary to put the deadly raisins, chew carefully, and there are almond nuts in it. Although it is not a dark dish, it has nothing to do with delicious .

When I came back to my senses, I had already finished the whole bowl of porridge.

This is a rare finished product after Tuosi failed to cook several pots of porridge, so don't be too harsh.

"You really know how to play." When I walked downstairs, I saw Pushkin take a sip of his wine and muttered, "Fyodor is quite flirtatious."

What is this evaluation?

I followed his line of sight to look in the past, just one glance, and I was stunned.

Not far away, the snow-covered forest is being covered by pink cherry blossom petals at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's like a rain of cherry blossoms, replacing all the white snow in winter.

In a daze, I seemed to see the scene of cherry blossoms blooming in spring.

From the schools in Kanagawa, to those streets, to the magnificent sea in Kamakura.

In the gradually changing environment and slowly extending time, I saw the magical phenomenon of season reversal.

This winter, I made an unrealistic wish to perfuse Christmas, wanting to see the hometown of the most beautiful season.

A young boy did it for me silently.

……

"Fyodor found some strange powers again, but it doesn't seem to be useful."

Pushkin is not interested in cherry blossoms, he is just curious about why Tosi suddenly awakened his "girly heart".

When Tosi and Ivan came back, they were both covered in a layer of snow.Ivan found a towel to wipe Tosi's face, and I saw snowflakes hanging on Tosi's long eyelashes.

He blinked, and his eyes fell on the stairs leading to the second floor.

Ivan said, "I'll wake her up."

"No need." Tosi shook his head lightly, "Let Yuanjiang take a good rest, she has been taking care of us all this time."

"But—" Ivan hesitated to speak, and finally swallowed all the words.

The snowflakes on Tosi's eyelashes slowly melted into water and flowed into his eyes, and his eyes were also covered with a hazy softness.

I turned around, looked at the cherry blossom rain outside the window, and waited quietly.I don't know how long it took before I heard Tosi's chuckle.

I know he saw the empty bowl I left behind, and the note.

[The porridge is delicious.The cherry blossoms in my hometown are also beautiful.thanks. 】

He knows my handwriting, he must think that the people upstairs have woken up, finished the porridge he cooked, and saw the cherry blossom rain outside the window.

——That's good.

Although he will have a fever and catch a cold late at night, I have already pretended to convey his thoughts.

The scene outside the window suddenly changed, and I saw Yokohama's iconic Harbor Bridge.

From the wilderness of Russia many years ago, it was transferred to a coffee shop in Japan in an instant.

"Mr. Fyodor, long time no see, but I'm sorry, I don't really want to see you."

I actually heard the sound of random steps!

In front of me on the right, on the coffee table, the two people sitting are Luanbu and Tuosi.

"Me too." Tosi said softly, he was stirring a cup of hot milk with a spoon.

Ranpo ordered a glass of iced Coke.

There was also a bottle of Story Vodka on their table.

This scene, I deduced, is the time after I met Tuosi in Japan.Unexpectedly, the two of them met alone.

Shaking the wine bottle in disorder, he said with a soft smile, "Mr. Feodor, you are really an interesting person. It is recorded in the Gospels that one of the deeds of God is to turn ordinary water into fine wine at a wedding banquet. Since you Why would you turn a bottle of fine wine into water when you claim to be God's servant? My wife paid for it."

Tosi took a sip of milk: "Doesn't this mean that you have not received God's blessing?"

Luanbu opened his green eyes: "If this is the case, please don't say it."

"Oh?"

"I know what you want to do, but with this detective here, I will never let you succeed!"

Tuosi put down his cup and said seriously: "Mr. Edogawa, I just want to create a world full of happiness. I want Yuanjiang to be relieved from pain."

……

"Original sauce."

In the empty room, only me and...Tuo Si standing in front of me were left.

I'm back in the original room again.

I stretched out my hand, wanting to pull his hair to distinguish reality from reality, but it went straight through.

"I'm not the real person," Tuosi explained, "I'm just his consciousness left here."

"I know, because he is dead, but you are probably about the same level." Dosi's consciousness will not be easier to fool than himself, and maybe it has become a kind of resentment because of his death, "Tosi, Tell me, where is the book?"

"To find the book, you have to leave this room first." A sinister smile appeared on Tosi's face, "But with Yuanjiang's mind, there is no way to beat me no matter what."

"you--"

What Tuo Si said is right, if I want to compete with him in brain power, even if I live another 100 years, I will not be able to compare with him.The only thing I have above him is force.

"Everything here is virtual, I can't touch you," Tosi reached out and made a gesture of stroking my hair, as he said, I didn't feel anything, "You can't use your ability on me either , Yuan Jiang."

The originally flat wall was completely distorted, like an endless black hole.I tried to touch and disassemble them, but they were always a distance away from me.

"The walls are also virtual." Tosi reminded me kindly after watching me struggle several times, "In this room, only you, Yuanjiang, are real."

"...It's really despicable."

Regarding my evaluation, Tuosi continued to smile: "Just run, this is a circle, and you will return to the original point."

I didn't believe his words, after trying no less than a hundred times, I was finally tired and sweating profusely.

Tosi still stood where he was, looking down at me.

"Yuanjiang, you can't beat me."

I didn't say a word, and gradually calmed down, and began to recall everything I encountered here.

There are three doors, corresponding to [idiot], [poor] and [gambler].

The door I chose is marked [gambler] in Russian, which is for me.

Gamblers can't do without a bet, otherwise the words on the door will lose their meaning.

But Tuosi's consciousness didn't mention this to me. What did Tuosi want to bet with me?

Bet I can get out of here?

Objectively speaking, I have no advantage.

Without the good brains of Dazai and Chuya, my supernatural ability can only deal with entities, and here, only I am the entity.

...Only I am the entity?

Just me being the entity, that's enough.

"Hey, Tuosi, is this your memory?" I stood up and adjusted my clothes, "I think so. Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen so many memories about you." After a pause, And I said, "And it's something I don't know myself."

Tosi nodded and admitted: "Yes, the room you walked into is indeed my memory."

"These memories may be fabricated by you, or they may be real things that happened. I have no way of verifying this, and you don't have to defend yourself." I gave him a meaningful look, "After all, you lied to me too much. Many times."

He lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"But why do you insist on showing me such trivial things as cooking porridge? And I found the most special thing,"

I put my hand into my pocket and grabbed the gun hidden there, "Although Pushkin and Ivan can't see me, I can touch everything there, so Tosi, you are actually all the way Can you see mine?"

Tuosi sneered, and his eyes showed approval: "Yuanjiang, you are smarter than before, and you can guess this step."

"You are sure that I will finish the porridge by myself and leave a note, right? In the final analysis, you just want to make up for the regrets of the year."

I slowly took out the gun, which was given to me by Chuya Nakahara when I married Ranpo, and was used for self-defense.

I always carry it with me.

I pointed the gun at Tuosi, he touched his hat, and said calmly: "Yuanjiang, no matter how many times you shoot me, it's useless. Because I'm just his consciousness, not real people."

"I know." I glanced at him, then stared at the twisted black wall behind him, "Everything here is virtual, I can't touch them, and shooting is invalid."

"You just understand."

"Besides, there's only one bullet left in my gun." I blinked and called out the long-lost address, "Fedya."

He was slightly startled at first, then raised his hand to cover his eyes: "It's so rare that I can still hear you say this name."

"Yeah, I haven't called it for a long time, but I actually like this name." I turned the gun in my hand, "Fei Jia, let me out."

He still shook his head: "Sorry, I'm not myself, I'm just his consciousness."

"Oh." I sighed softly, "I remember those little things very clearly, and I am trying my best to make up for the regrets left behind. Is it in your heart that you can't bear to part with me? ... It's really distressing. All things are fictitious, and my supernatural ability is useless at all. But," I changed the subject, and said, "as long as you care about me, I still have a little bit of capital to bet with you."

This little capital is all my bargaining chips.

"Feyya, I'll say it one last time, let me out." I finally raised the gun and aimed it at my temple, "Otherwise I'll die here."

...he threatened me in the same way.

I pulled the trigger.

...he had pulled the trigger in the same way.

"boom--"

The sound of gunshots penetrated the entire dark space, and time was infinitely elongated.

At this moment, I felt that I had gradually transformed from the hideous lunatic I had when I broke up with him, to my original, cheerful self.