56 Chapter 56
A real man never turns around to watch an explosion, but he has to watch the fireworks in the sky.
Fireworks displayed without carefully proportioned explosions lack vibrant colors, and a simple flash of fire can only make up for the lack of color with duration.
Before the fire in the sky burned out, and after their ears were filled with the whistling sound of falling, they landed.
The ladder swirled and danced, maintaining the dignity of a small dance - its steps were a little stingy against the vast blue curtain, but still unpredictable.
The floating magic enveloped the flying land animals from afar without any spell control.
Even after jumping into the helicopter, Nakajima Atsushi had not completely swallowed his heart - Dazai Osamu, who was rejected by magic, was still tied to the rope ladder, and so was his brother - even though he was wrapped in bandages, his eyes had completely exposed the identity under the covered skin - he was still falling.
Don't say it.
Don't say it.
Don't say it.
This was the only information Nakajima Atsushi received from all the open eyes.
Among the calm crowd, the boy who was still worried about the falling black and white butterfly saw another familiar golden bow - it was Dr. Yosano.
The deal that the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency had made four years ago was finally completed on this day.
After landing, the frightened Nakajima Atsushi was dizzy and before he could even stand up, Murase, who had been waiting on the ground, pulled him into the car and took him away.
Through the glass, Nakajima Atsushi saw that there was a road between two cars heading in different directions. The white prison uniform was particularly conspicuous among the colors of the bare earth. It was not until he could no longer see the strange color that Nakajima Atsushi realized that he never knew where Dazai Osamu would go.
Just like he now has no idea where Baili Bian is.
This is all so terrible.
But it didn't matter, just like he could resist asking anyone on the plane who would catch the butterfly that was already approaching death in his heart, he knew that they would meet again, at home.
Mori Ougai, who lost his helicopter and coat, got Fukuchi Yingchi, who lost his hands and feet. The Armed Detective Agency, which had regained its innocence, received public funding for reconstruction costs. The Special Ability Agent Department, which was always one step behind, got the letter from Mori Ougai and the news that the "book" was missing.
After these two pieces of bad news, the Special Ability Agent Department received another piece of bad news - to be precise, they reviewed the surveillance footage at that time, and as expected, they found that although they had no evidence, they were sure that the man in black must be Baili Bian.
This is actually not bad news. Being able to achieve this at least proves that Bailibian’s supernatural ability has reached the level of a transcendent, and now Bailibian lives in Yokohama.
There is a transcendent living in Yokohama.
This is enough to make the old guys who can no longer walk but still hold on to high positions take the initiative to learn how to carry the sedan chair.
But Bailibian never took a sedan chair when he went out.
Moreover, he is about to graduate, and no one knows whether he will stay in Yokohama in the future.
Why stay in Yokohama?
Bailibian likes a stable life.
And there are few places in this world more unstable than Yokohama.
Do you want to stay in Yokohama?
As the most magical object in the world, the "book" looks a bit too simple, and even does not look as advanced as the collector's edition books commonly seen on the market.
Baili Bian gently stroked the spine of the book. Even if a page was taken away, there was no sign of damage on its surface.
Of course, the damaged page has now been repaired and restored to its original state. After Baili Bian got the book, he felt a vague attraction, and then found a piece of paper with a not very smooth cut surface in a corner that a normal person would never go to.
After experiencing the power brought by the "book" and witnessing the pages returning to the "book", Baili Bian could not deny that he had some thoughts that he thought he would never think of again - he really had not thought about City A for a long time. He was even wearing a white shirt and a black coat today. If his parents saw him in this outfit, they would break his legs.
But it was just some ideas.
It's a bit too much to travel through time and space based on just this book, and it also said that although it was sorry for accidentally swallowing it, it couldn't spit it out - City A is out of reach no matter where it is.
Besides, he needed to help catch up on the classes that A-dun had missed these days; Chuuya had come all the way to help him, so he had to treat him and invite the flag-raising party as well; the village police officer had endured this incident under great pressure, and if he didn't treat him to a meal quickly during this period, he would have no chance of getting promoted in the future...
There is an answer.
He has not yet asked Dazai Osamu if he would accept a key if he gave it to the other person on his birthday this year.
Having heard too many passionate love stories from our ancestors, the threshold of our hearts, which have been adjusted too high in daily life in City A, often forgets to skip a beat when they are beating. Even our courage has been solidified after defending the city for a long time.
Fortunately, habits always reveal themselves.
Fortunately, you can't eat too many crabs.
After the white fog dissipated again, when Dazai Osamu left again, Bailibian finally realized that even if he found it would be a waste, he still liked to cook as agreed.
He never lets habit hold him back.
What prevented him from changing was his inner desire——
I want Dazai Osamu to come back today.
I want to have dinner with Dazai Osamu.
I want to hang a nameplate at the door of my house with three names on it.
Knowing that it was a trouble, the "book" was considerate and dealt with itself as compensation. Although it believed that City A was also responsible in this matter, it gave a little mark to Bailibian - as a prop to occasionally reveal some trouble as a prelude.
"Brother, Chuuya-nii and the others are here!"
The most troublesome days have passed. The citizens of Yokohama, who have experienced all kinds of storms, quickly recovered from the shock of having to start working again because they had changed their species and now changed back. The vegetable market resumed operations and traffic returned to normal. Except that all the heroic movies of Fukuchi Sakurachi were taken off the shelves, it seemed that nothing had changed.
However, because the invited people included the Flag Association, Dazai Osamu found an excuse to go out early - poor Sigma had just joined the Armed Detective Agency, and was told to have Dazai Osamu help him with his work as a senior.
They have maintained a regular frequency of calls for many years, so it is not difficult for Baili Bian and Zhongyuan Zhongye to find some topics to chat about, especially since they both have a younger brother - both are currently studying in school and have a certain degree of academic imbalance.
"Even though Wen Ye doesn't like interacting with outsiders, he loves reading and often reads poetry with his brother and the others. However, he's terrible at math and other subjects."
"A-Dun is much better at arts than physics and chemistry, and he's also good at sports. We've recently been considering whether to develop more specialties in sports as bonus points for admission."
"I haven't thought about that. I can ask Fumuya for his opinion when I get back. ...Has the village officer given up on the transfer?"
"Yes, he said he wanted to stay in Yokohama."
The sunset and the dawn alternate back and forth, and the sorrow and joy just experienced become an episode in life in the blink of an eye, melting into the sleep under the moonlight.
Eighteenth-year-old birthday gifts are often more symbolic. Nakajima Atsushi counted the gifts from expected friends and unexpected people. Although it might make Bailibian a little sad, the best gift Nakajima Atsushi received this time was from Dazai Osamu - June 1st, Bailibian's birthday.
This matter sounds a bit mysterious, but the date that Rambo filled in when helping Bailibian prepare his identity was indeed Bailibian's own birthday, but Bailibian did not mention it, so people who knew about it often thought it was just a convenient number.
Sometimes celebrating your own birthday is more painful than forgetting it, so during the years when he was alone, Bailibian did not deliberately celebrate this day - even if he ate cake, it was normal to have a happy Children's Day.
After that, there seemed to be no chance to mention it to anyone - Nakajima Atsushi only started celebrating his birthday last year, and before that they had deliberately avoided related topics.
Ever since receiving a birthday gift from Bailibian, Nakajima Atsushi has officially begun his driving lessons. Although Bailibian agrees that learning this skill early is essential, when Nakajima Atsushi uses this as an excuse to shirk his plans for the Children's Day amusement park, he still tries to argue, "Do you want to practice driving tomorrow too? Or maybe take a day off?"
"No." Nakajima Atsushi used the angle he had chosen in advance and naturally said his answer with his back to Baili Bian. There was no other way. It was too difficult for him to lie in front of his brother.
Even with all the trouble, some truths can still be conveyed through the shadows - but it's okay to enjoy the joy of a little surprise in advance, and Bailibian is indeed looking forward to the birthday cake.
"Dazai, how did you figure out my birthday?"
While Nakajima Atsushi was busy finishing the work in the kitchen, Bailibian approached Dazai Osamu who was still struggling with the last piece of cake.
A person's birthday will affect many aspects of his life, but Bailibian's life in the past fourteen years was not the same as Dazai Osamu's. The day he came to Yokohama was also different from the time he left City A, so how did Dazai Osamu know this?
After slowly wiping off the last bit of cream, Dazai Osamu regained some respect for the birthday boy, "Are you curious, Baili?" His iris-colored eyes showed the figure reflected in them to Baili without any reservation, and his slightly enlarged pupils made him look particularly amiable.
So beautiful.
The gaze between the two pairs of eyes made the soul fall in it. At that moment of distraction, Bailibian remembered what he thought when he first took in the black cat - he looked so polite.
So even though he guessed that if he kept the other party, he would probably have to pay a considerable amount of money for new renovations, Bailibian still did it.
So even though he had learned a lesson, Bailibian still picked the person up.
Dazai Osamu's patience was enough for him to wait until Bailibian came to his senses and nodded, but Bailibian did not get a reply until Nakajima Atsushi went upstairs, because the answer was a little too long - it was there before the owner of the memory realized it, and then there were two years of observation.
It takes a long time to listen.
The iris-colored eyes that were deliberately unwilling to look away became the thorns on the rose branch. Even though I knew that touching it would hurt, I still wanted to tap it lightly, as if this would allow me to be infected with the fragrance of the rose. "You have to listen for a long, long time." Because you have to listen to my every observation of you.
"It's okay, just take your time." Bailibian never learned anything from Dazai Osamu in just one or two days.
He frowned.
Bailibian also narrowed his eyes. He found that Dazai Osamu frowned more often than before, more than ever before, as if he was about to make some very important decision.
"Then you need to prepare a lot of compensation for me," Dazai Osamu's voice came from the side of my ear, "I will stay here for a long time."
He seemed to understand.
But I'm not sure.
Maybe……
When bees see the flowers brought by spring at their doorstep, they will hesitate for a moment.
"Dazai, do you think it would be a bit heavy to carry a key every day?" Bailibian put his hand into his pocket, but the key that had been placed in the same place for nearly a month suddenly disappeared.
Where did you go?
"I tried it today, but it doesn't work."
To its owner.
【Author’s words】
The main text is finished, spread the flowers∽∽
I'll probably write a sequel later, probably a post-apocalyptic story about the world + a story about the leader being killed but giving his life? + the direction of the Mafia after being picked up (tricked) and taken to a small clinic.
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