After I divorced from chaos step

As a gambler, I bet my life.

And without hesitation.

The moment I pulled the trigger, the invisible wall that was originally nothingness and darkness dissipated, and someone behind me jumped into the air, and a hand knife slashed into my hand holding the gun.

The gun flew out all of a sudden and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The bullet slid past my temple, and for a split second I smelled burnt.Along with the scorching pain, a line of hot blood flowed down from his forehead.

"You're crazy!" Chuya Nakahara gritted his teeth and cursed in his ear.

I looked up at Tuo Si who was standing opposite, his face was calm and his eyes were firmly locked on me.

"Even if you are only the consciousness of Tuosi, you should still care about me." I wiped the blood on my face, the blood was hot, and it was a little itchy when it crawled across my cheeks, "Since you care about me, you can never look at me die before your eyes."

Tosi admitted frankly: "Yes."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and interjected: "What's going on here?"

Tosi glanced at him, and explained softly: "Because Yuanjiang's ability can only decompose physical matter, but here are all consciousnesses without entities, she can't touch them, and can only bet on her own life. "

I nodded to Nakahara Zhongya: "Because it's consciousness, I can't touch him, but in the same way, he can't touch me either. He can't watch me commit suicide, so he will definitely find someone to save me. So you, Mr. Zhongye, who is closest to me, became the best candidate."

It's not bad from what I thought, even if there is only one consciousness left, even if he can't touch me, Tuosi is exhaustive. Let it go.

He knew that it was impossible for the latter to watch me commit suicide, and the reason why Zhongyuan Zhongye acted so swiftly and decisively might be because before I shot, Tosi let him witness this scene.

In other words, all my actions were within Tosi's expectations, and he even calculated the moment of my action.

Even then, I was still successful.But this success was not welcomed by the Central Plains.

He seemed to get mad at me for the first time in his life and hit me on the head.

"Idiot, do you know that you almost died!"

He didn't strike hard, even though he was so angry that his face was flushed now, wishing to explode ten streets with gravity, but when his palm fell on my head, he controlled the strength and proportion.

At most it scares me.

Like a child, I tried my best to blame and put it into action, but it was just a bluff with a lot of thunder and little rain.

I rubbed my hair, smiled and said to him: "Because I believe, I will not die."

"You believe it? What's the use of you believing it? If I'm one step late, your head will be blown out now—"

He got more and more angry as he spoke, stretched out his hand, and pulled the hairpin I clipped on Daimao, the hairpin fell off and landed on his hand.

I looked into his eyes and said, "But Zhong didn't come late, and besides, I'm fine."

"It's all right?"

He pointed to my forehead covered with my sleeve. He probably didn't wear a handkerchief, but seeing that my sleeve had been stained red, he cursed a fool again, and then tore off his own clothes.

I watched him raise his hand to treat my wound, and my eyes fell on his sharp jawline.

He frowned, and the corners of his mouth bulged with distaste: "If you're all right, wouldn't it be a problem if the bullet pierced your temple?"

I said with certainty, "No. Chuya is here."

He said angrily, "What if I didn't come?"

I shook my head: "It's okay, you're here."

If it wasn't Chuya Nakahara, it would be Osamu Dazai on the other side.Leaving personal feelings aside, Tosi would never let me die before he got the [Book].

My life is his only handle now.

In the end, Tuo Si chose Chuya Chuya instead of Dazai Zhi, because he was sure that honest people would not refuse to save him.If it's Osamu Dazai... Maybe it won't be the result we can expect.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't understand the meaning of my words, he frowned and reminded: "I gave you the gun, not for you to point the gun at yourself!"

Tuosi, who was standing aside, suddenly laughed in a low voice. Although he is a phantom formed by consciousness, he is no different from the deity.

"Don't let Yuanjiang point the gun at himself, can the gun be pointed at you, Zhongyuan-kun?"

"Shut up, you crazy!"

Tuo Si's figure was broken by Zhong Yuanzhong's angry punch, but in fact the latter didn't hit anything.

The rich aroma of roses wafted in the air, the underground lights were turned on, and Tosi's face gradually became transparent in the light.

"Yuanjiang, congratulations on passing the first level."

He put his two fingers together on his lips, and flew a false kiss towards me. "But you should understand that I never intended to trap you here."

Zhong Yuanzhong also made a sound of pretending to vomit: "This guy is more disgusting than himself."

I totally agree: "Tuosi himself would not give kisses like this in front of people, he prefers to sneak around like a mouse, find a deserted street, under dim street lights—"

My voice stopped abruptly, because I saw that Tuosi was looking at me with interest in those purple eyes, his long eyelashes drooping down gently, like a dying butterfly flapping its wings.

I remembered that in the street where no one passed by, under the dim street lights, under the shadow of the whirling trees, he pressed his warm palm to my cheek, moved it away, and dropped a soft kiss on it.

Starlight filled his eyes, but in his eyes, he could only see me.

In the end, he devoted himself wholeheartedly and ended in a heartless ending.

Tosi closed his eyes, and said softly before disappearing completely: "It's great that you can still remember that time. Then, look forward to meeting again next time, Yuanjiang."

I can't see my face, but I know my face must be ugly now.

With a hook on my toe, I hooked the gun that Zhongyuan Zhongye had just sent flying, kicked it hard, and the gun flew towards the place where Tuosi disappeared, and finally only hit the cold and hard wall with a heavy sound.

I cursed fiercely into the air: "Meet you ghost again, you are dead! Fyodor, you cunning mouse, you don't even have ashes left!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a complex expression.

I realized that I had kicked the gun he gave me, so I quickly picked it up from the ground, and then twisted it gently with my hand, and the broken gun instantly returned to its original shape.

I showed off a little proudly: "Am I powerful? It was recycled and reused, praise me quickly!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also curled his lips, instead of praising me, he said, "I can afford as many guns as I want."

I teased him without malice: "Yes, yes, I know that Zhong Ye is very rich, and he often smuggles guns."

"Smuggling guns doesn't need to be said in a complimenting tone." Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, and said slowly, "Qingxi, don't do this kind of thing again next time, guns are very dangerous."

He was referring to the incident where I threatened Doth by shooting myself.

I didn't promise not to do it right away, but asked seriously: "Then do you think I have other feasible methods? The other party is the leader of the rats in the dead house, a member of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man."

"So what?" Zhong Yuanzhong also had displeasure written all over his face, "You can wait for me to save you. You treat me as a display."

I laughed out loud, and he was even more upset: "You're still laughing!"

The angrier he got, the tighter his face became, and finally he sighed and shrugged, meaning casually I laughed.

I randomly found a topic: "By the way, the door you entered is called [Idiot]. What's it like inside?"

Nakahara Chuya's complexion instantly became extremely ugly, his teeth were gritted until his facial features were distorted: "That nasty Russian! It's even more annoying than Dazai!"

I probably guessed that something bad happened to him, and I regretted asking: "It's more annoying than Dazai, that's really annoying."

"Yeah, you think so too?"

I looked at his side face and said softly: "Zhongye, in fact, even if Tuo Sixin is a little darker and kills me, it doesn't matter."

This is the truth.

Although I don't want to die, I won't let myself die easily.But to this world, it really doesn't matter if I die.

"What's okay?" Nakahara Chuya's dissipated temper instantly condensed again, his blue eyes widened, "What should I do?"

This "what should I do" was said so quickly, so smoothly, so logically, that both of us were stunned by this sentence.

He was the first to react, and immediately explained: "If you have something to do, how can I explain to Granny Hanamaru, how can I tell your parents, and that Miss Duck who looks exactly like me, they have specifically asked me , If you want me to protect you, I promise..."

I bowed my head deeply.

To the world, I am irrelevant, but to my family, I am irreplaceable.

I have to bring Ranpo back into the world again, don't I?

"Okay, just be more obedient." Nakahara Zhong also eased his tone, he put the hairpin back on my hair, and straightened my messy bangs, "Don't make me a person who says nothing." Trash of letters."

"Okay, I will never do anything dangerous again."

I nodded as if swearing, and he was finally satisfied: "Go on, we have to get out of this broken place as soon as possible."

"Yes."

At the moment when I shot, Tosi had to open the space and let Zhong Yuanzhong from the other door come over to prevent my suicide.I won when I passed the secret room of the first level.

But because of this, in the next level, I will no longer be able to threaten Tosi with my life, because Zhong Yuan Zhong also has the pride and sense of responsibility as a man, and will not allow me to make such dangerous actions again.

A gambler gambles not only with his own life, but also with his own heart, with the situation, with others, with changes that affect the whole body, and with the meticulousness of the interlocking links.

Tosi, he took everything into account.

When did he ever lose?

……

Zhong Yuanzhong and I also stopped in front of a door.

There is no other door here, only this one.

The goal is clear.

The number plate on the door has a rather romantic name written on it.

--white night.

Compared with [poor man], [gambler], and [idiot], this name is really too romantic.

"What do you mean?" Nakahara Zhong also complained, "He can't stop doing these gimmicks?"

My fingers brushed the door plate: "This is actually a story."

White Night is a story that Tuo Si told me before.

And the beginning of the story is often very gentle.