47 Chapter 47
It's getting foggy.
How strange.
However, if it is Yokohama, it seems that foggy in the summer night is not impossible.
The night outside the window was dark, but one could still vaguely see some unusual white smoke through the high wall - how could it be smoke? Nakajima Atsushi frowned and knocked his head. The school teacher had clearly said that fog on summer nights was because the change in temperature between day and night caused the water vapor in the air to condense, and it should be called water mist.
But it hasn’t rained recently.
Moreover, the fog that was getting closer and closer was constantly rolling and spreading as if it had life.
In such terrible weather, there was no telling when Dazai-san would return. Nakajima Atsushi pursed his lips in worry. Dazai Osamu hadn't been home for a week, but he hadn't moved into the staff dormitory, and he hadn't gone to work either. Mr. Kunikida had even come to the house to ask about it, but after hearing Nakajima Atsushi's denial, he didn't say much. He just looked lost and... sad.
Nakajima Atsushi was very worried about Dazai Osamu because he knew that although Dazai-kun looked out of tune every day and often did things that would shock people, he was actually a very reliable person.
Besides, he never disappears suddenly for so long.
Nakajima Atsushi did not hide his concerns from Bailibian. Even after he found out that he could not contact Dazai Osamu, the first thing he thought of was to ask Bailibian.
But Bailibian didn't answer him where Dazai Osamu had gone. He just said to him, "Don't worry, A-Dun, nothing will happen." When he said this, Bailibian seemed very calm. He didn't even turn around or stop pruning the branches, nor did he pat his shoulder or rub his head as he usually did.
When Nakajima Atsushi mentioned Dazai Osamu, Bailibian's answer to him was always the first one; when Nakajima Atsushi did not mention Dazai Osamu, there were only traces of him and Bailibian in this house.
But the crab dishes are still being cooked.
One day after a week and a half, Nakajima Atsushi watched Bailibian enter the kitchen and make a new crab dish - even though Dazai-kun still hadn't returned.
This feeling is terrible.
Nakajima Atsushi felt as if he had been excluded, or perhaps there was a barrier between him and the others that he didn't know what it was. They still got along as usual, but occasionally they would use silence to protect a secret that only Nakajima Atsushi knew.
"A-Dun." Bailibian woke up Nakajima Atsushi, who was sleeping on the sofa, and said to him with a blank look in his eyes, "I'm going to be out for a while. Come back to this place in 30 minutes." Bailibian picked up Nakajima Atsushi's phone that had been placed on the coffee table, pulled up a map of Yokohama, and pointed to the red dot marked on it. "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you're late. If you're really tired, there's no need to walk into the white fog."
Nakajima Atsushi blinked slowly, and it was not until he was woken up that he realized that he had fallen asleep - he had not even covered his stomach. His unclear mind went around in circles before he understood what Bailibian meant. He nodded to indicate that he understood, and then watched Bailibian disappear at the door.
Hearing the roar coming from the yard, Nakajima Atsushi turned his head and found that Bailibian was not riding a bicycle this time. Instead, he was riding a very cool motorcycle, just like the first time they met - the dazzling red color was so bright that even when it plunged into the white fog, one could still vaguely see its shrinking shadow.
But it’s so late, what is my brother going to do?
The Armed Detective Agency recently received a commission - the person who gave the commission was Ango Sakaguchi from the Special Ability Division. They need to be responsible for investigating the suspected culprit of the suicide of the special ability user, Ryuhiko Shibusawa, who has disappeared for many years.
But in the process, Dazai Osamu suddenly disappeared.
Time is really a very capricious thing.
As Nakajima Atsushi stared at the rotating second hand, he walked slower than Dazai Osamu on his way to work. But as soon as Nakajima Atsushi was distracted, he found that only the last few seconds were left before 30 minutes.
He hurriedly opened his phone and looked at the marked location. The eye-catching red dot flickered and jumped, which seemed particularly inconsistent with the empty space around it. There are two possibilities for large unmarked areas on the map. One is that there is wilderness around it, and the other is that there are no buildings worth marking.
Nakajima Atsushi immediately found a reason to panic. After being in Yokohama for so long, Bailibian had never taken him to such a desolate place - don't go to places where trouble is likely to occur, this was what Bailibian taught him.
But the time to go out has come, so it’s not too late to ask if there’s anything when we meet.
Walking out the door, Nakajima Atsushi looked at the completely different streets on both sides and made a choice.
"Look, another person with superpowers died because of his own superpowers."
The ruby that appeared out of nowhere emitted a dazzling light, but its priceless appearance was not cherished and was casually placed aside by its new owner.
despair--
The gem fell into the gap with a sharp sound, but it still did not receive any attention. It was so ordinary that even Shibusawa Ryuhiko could not find a reason to cherish it.
"It's really unexpected that Dazai-kun would join." Fyodor approached Dazai Osamu provocatively with an intriguing smile.
"Hmm..." Dazai tilted his head in confusion, his innocent smile accompanied by a blunt reply, "If even mice can attend the dance, there's no reason why cats can't, right, Fyodor-kun?"
"Ha," Dazai Osamu responded with a short laugh. Fyodor raised his eyes, staring straight at Dazai Osamu with his purple-red eyes, and said, "I'm just afraid that Dazai-kun won't be able to adapt to life at night. After all, Dazai-kun is..."
Before he could finish his words, Ryuhiko Shibusawa came on stage with his beloved gift.
"Guess what's here?"
The boring conversation was interrupted by an even more boring guessing game. Facing Shibusawa Ryuhiko's expectant gaze, Dazai Osamu looked at the item in the other's hand, which was placed on the soft pillow and lightly covered by red velvet cloth.
Without needing to observe Fyodor's false curiosity or expose Shibusawa Ryuhiko's false pretense, Dazai Osamu smiled a mocking smile. His raised lips then withdrew in the instant he uttered an answer that resembled a brilliant smile—"Apple."
The slender fingers rose with the movement of the wrist, the distance between white and red shortened with the slight raise of the corner of the mouth, and the moment the eyes dropped, the stage play was about to reach its climax.
The red velvet cloth was lifted, revealing not the apple on the soft pillow, but a smooth skull that shone with a snow-white glow.
Snow White was ready to take the poisoned apple, but the deer, who was not included in the performance list, stole the princess before she could enter the jungle at the moment when the hunter let down his guard.
Who can tell whether the deer is guarding his own heart or the princess's singing?
"Huh?!" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko looked at the gift he and Fyodor had prepared together in amazement. Before it was covered with the velvet cloth, it was still a beautiful apple. How did it become like this when it was handed to Dazai Osamu?
Before the queen, who was in charge of preparing the gifts, could react to why the carefully prepared poisoned apple turned into a white skeleton, the princess had already defeated the sleeping dragon before the king.
On the top of the tower, under the bright moon, only the princess was left standing alone by the window, gazing at the distant city. The haze gradually dissipated.
Waiting for the call of the wizard or the prince, Rapunzel would sing alone in the tower to express her lonely heart.
Standing by the window, Dazai Osamu looked at the skull on the soft pillow. Its smooth, round shape and white appearance made it hard to tell that it had spent five years underground in the soil.
"...As expected of Baili..."
It’s washed really clean.
Nakajima Atsushi was late.
It took him two hours to reach the place Bailibian mentioned, which was a 40-minute journey.
As he walked out of the door, Nakajima Atsushi looked at the surging white mist on his left and resolutely chose to go right. The white mist continued to grow, prompting Nakajima Atsushi to speed up his pace again and again.
Until this time, he had not been caught up by the white fog.
But as he was about to leave the city and pass through an alley, he heard screams coming from inside - not just screams, but also suppressed sobs, and... the sound of weapons clashing.
He shouldn't have gone in there.
Just as Bailibian had praised more than once, although Nakajima Atsushi was not a smart child, he remembered every word Bailibian said clearly and distinctly.
Alleys are dangerous. People who fall in the alleys must never be touched, especially on uneasy nights. Being too kind often leads to inviting a wolf into the house. Leave professional matters to professionals. When your conscience cannot bear it, call the police if there is a fight and call an ambulance if there is an injury. In any case, do not take the person home, and do not bandage the person with a handkerchief you carry with you.
Nakajima Atsushi is an obedient child.
He is a good boy.
Bailibian appears to be quite well-behaved most of the time, and with the blessing of being a good student, people often forget that Bailibian is not a serious person - although he doesn't smoke, drink, or dye his hair yellow, he drives fast, stirs up trouble, and instigates nuclear wars.
Bailibian rarely interacted with others, so in the databases of major organizations, he was considered a loner. Therefore, few people knew that there were people outside Yokohama who had connections with Bailibian.
"You should be careful recently, Baili."
"I understand. Thank you, Chuuya."
The first case of a superpower user committing suicide occurred in Europe. Although the Special Operations Bureau had not been attacked, Chuuya Nakahara still received relevant news.
Since the matter involved a person with special abilities and the real culprit had not been apprehended yet, there was no reason for Nakahara Naka, who had not received any confidentiality request, not to tell his friends who had chosen Yokohama about this news.
The special way of death and the residual fog made it easy for the psychics staying in Yokohama to think of the Dragon Head War that broke out five years ago.
Shibusawa Ryuhiko's identity is protected by the government, but if you just want a photo, it's not difficult.
Bailibian first showed this photo to Cong Nakajima Atsushi just to prevent his big cat from being abducted.
But Nakajima Atsushi said he had a headache, so this warrants more attention, doesn't it?
Especially when Bailibian's gaze fell back on the photo in the phone, and they both had white hair.
Bailibian originally planned to discuss it with Dazai Osamu, but he disappeared at this moment, leaving nothing behind except the half-built Lego.
Then I have to find another parent.
But he also had to take care of Nakajima Atsushi's emotions, especially when Dazai Osamu ran away from home without saying a word, which made him worried. The child could not be subjected to greater stimulation, and of course he could not participate in the pranks prepared by the adults or undertake any difficult tasks.
So Bailibian chose to go to the orphanage alone to confront someone - as long as Nakajima Atsushi knew the truth from him in time and cured his headache - if the truth was not good enough, then make it good.
Fortunately, Yokohama is not City A, so a slight resemblance in appearance does not have much to do with blood relationship.
It’s just that Nakajima Atsushi arrived a little too late.
If Bailibian had not been sure that he had changed his mobile phone and would definitely not receive any harassing calls, Bailibian would definitely not have chosen to return the bones to their original owner first - of course, the new choice would not be to find a companion for the bones.
Motorcycles are indeed much faster than bicycles.
The things left by our ancestors are indeed good things.
He acted with incredible speed, exchanging the bones for the apple, and then covered it with a piece of velvet. Not only would living people, but even the souls would not be able to recognize his own body.
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