Chapter 144 Interesting, right?
Time went backwards, moving the entire world's timeline forward a few hours, and Edogawa Ranpo, who was supposed to be sitting opposite him, was nowhere to be seen.
When the two of them were alone facing each other, their eyes were bright and dazzling under the dim moonlight.
Chijianmu sat behind the desk, and Xingye was sitting next to his legs. With Xingye's initiative, the distance between them became as close as possible, and they could even hear each other's breathing.
"Dazai..." Sengenmaku opened his mouth, but just as he uttered his surname, the sudden increase in strength in his hand suppressed his voice.
Although the strength in his hands was very strong, the person in front of him was still smiling gently, with curved eyes and a calm and steady tone:
"Don't call me that. 'Dazai Osamu' is dead. He committed suicide."
"..." As if he had missed a lot of the plot, Qian Jianmu blinked and slowly uttered a puzzled syllable. "oh……?"
"Wouldn't it be nice to call it 'Xingye'? When you gave it this name, you did have some expectations, right?"
The short recovery made the long-haired man feel much more comfortable. He slowly stood up and adjusted the choker on his neck. He seemed to feel uncomfortable, and his fingers were stuck in the gap between the black strap and his neck, as if he was going to tear it off in the next moment.
Then, those beautiful eyes fell on Qian Jianmu, as if she thought about something for a moment, then she smiled meaningfully, took off the choker with one hand, and placed it in Qian Jianmu's hand.
"Don't you want to be responsible?"
"……?"
Qian Jianmu slowly, slowly took another deep breath, and just as he was about to speak, his mouth was blocked.
Yukiya's expression was somewhat helpless.
"Sorry...it's better if you don't say anything. Once you open your mouth, the atmosphere will be ruined."
"...You're ruining the atmosphere by complaining like this!" Qian Jianmu said in a low voice with a half-moon look in his eyes.
"I'm speaking from experience..." Xingye hesitated, "Your brilliant rant is very inconsistent with your image. I guess you're the only one who didn't notice this..."
He has the face of a protagonist but he is secretly complaining all the time. Everyone is embarrassed but he is the only one who doesn't feel anything and is still complaining secretly in his heart. Qian Jianmu has done this kind of thing many times.
When he is in a bad mood, he can always complain quietly, and when he is in a good mood, he can't stop complaining. Qian Jianmu thinks that it is the comfortable environment that has made him a complainer. No! It wasn't something he was trained to do, it was just that his true nature came out when he relaxed.
The person who knows Sengenmaku best in the world is Yukiya, so he has the most say!
"Let's not talk about this for now..." Qian Jianmu's eyes wandered and fell on the vase in the distance: "What do you want to do?"
I don’t understand... The emotions of a creature like Dazai Osamu seem to be blocked by something and cannot be seen clearly.
"I just want to be closer to Mu-kun."
The young man explained meekly, a calm and gentle smile reappearing on his face, as clean and clear as a spring. He looked at him intently and quietly, showing a very deceptive and approachable sense.
"I am the person closest to Maku-kun, right?"
We have seen life inch by inch, and read the future inch by inch. In a limited life, we need to compete on the depth of impact on our lives, but in an infinite life, the farther we see, the closer we are, right?
"You saw my future." Qian Jianmu guessed the reason and asked suddenly.
"Yes." Yukiya bent down and looked him in the eye.
“…”
Qian Jianmu was silent for a long time, and seemed to have reached the limit of silence. He raised his head and said hesitantly:
“…Excuse me, when will I die?”
"When will I truly die?"
Xing Ye fell silent suddenly, with the smile still on his face. This overly standard smile even gave people a creepy and terrifying feeling.
He said nothing more.
Qian Jianmu was stunned for a moment and gave a somewhat forced smile.
"……Yeah?"
"It's a good thing...right?"
The two fell into silence, watching the morning sun rise from the horizon. The winter mist floated over Tokyo, and then dissipated in an instant under the sunlight.
Xing did not say anything either. He looked quietly at the white-haired boy opposite him. The boy was lying on the table, his eyelashes no longer trembling, his pure snow-white hair, shining in the slightly cold light, exuding a chill even lighter than the first snow in winter.
So pitiful.
He thought, turning his head and looking out the window.
The pointer moves to six o'clock.
The author of "The Repetition of Inaction" is Xing Ye, and the full text is available online.
The sky and the earth went dark for a moment, the morning sun was obscured by dark clouds, and the long-haired man leaned back in his office chair, his fingers lightly touching the slightly cold surface of the glass window. He slowly outlined the pattern, smiling, with an indescribable sense of relaxation that came from being in full control.
'Hi, world. '
'Don't get in the way. '
The brief pause passed quickly, and a sense of enlightenment and awakening filled his brain. After a slight pain, Xingya rubbed his temples gently and exhaled.
Fortunately, I have a new name. Fortunately, it is no longer Dazai Osamu, but Yukiya.
It is worthy of the word "lucky".
All of Dazai Osamu's books are well documented, but Sachi is also new.
Special ability: reciprocating without action.
An invisible light blue halo surrounded his body, and under his forceful suppression, it only appeared for a brief moment, without causing a single breeze.
In the blockade of the world, break a hole and create a super power.
Is it difficult?
Never.
***
Mitsuyo Kakuta went to work early again today.
He actually didn't really love going to work, but the Armed Detective Agency seemed very busy recently, and he wanted to come early to process the information. As long as he processed enough, everyone's work would go more smoothly.
We are all good people, his special abilities are mediocre, and he can only do more.
The first people to go to work in the morning were a few clerks who were responsible for opening the door, but Mitsuyo Kakuta also had a key and opened the lock. The air, which had not changed overnight, had a slight rotten smell from stacked books. He opened the window from the corridor all the way to the office.
However, as soon as I stepped into the office, I saw two familiar-looking people sitting in the locked room.
"…Sachiko! Why are you here? And this gentleman…didn't you lock the door yesterday?"
Mitsuyo Kakuta was shocked and asked Sachiko in a low voice.
After working for so long, Mitsuyo Kakuta still talks to Sachiko, who can't talk at all. He knows that he will not receive any reply, but he doesn't want to completely regard Sachiko as a "flawed" or "dumb" person. To him, Sachiko is no different from him.
He thought there would be no response this time, but Sachiko, who was sitting on Edogawa Ranpo's chair facing the office door, slowly raised her head and looked at him.
"Hush."
Sachiko made a gesture to keep quiet.
...Are you asleep? Aaaaaaah I'm so sorry! ! !
Wait, why is Sachiko suddenly so anthropomorphic?
Mitsuyo Kakuta's expression gradually became abstract. He opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the two people in the room who seemed to be in harmony. Then he saw the somewhat familiar white-haired boy lying on the table raised his head and rubbed his eyes sleepily.
"…Is it morning already?"
"Yeah, do you want to sleep a little longer?" Sachiko said.
Eh...eh eh eh? Did Sachiko speak? ! Sachiko! She spoke!
A medical miracle!
...Is there something wrong?
"Sachiko...?" Kakuta Mitsuyo asked stumblingly, "Why are you here? You weren't here last night. Didn't you go back with Mr. Ranpo and the others?"
"Hmm..." Sachiko looked at him for a long time, then curled her eyes slightly and said, "You are dreaming. Wake up. You will be late for work."
“!!! Am I really dreaming?!” Mitsuyo Kakuta suddenly realized: “How can I wake up? Damn it, if I don’t wake up I’m really going to be late ah ah ah, the alarm clock, why isn’t the alarm clock ringing!!”
Qian Jianmu turned around and saw a young man with short pink hair, a much healthier and stronger body than before, and even a little taller, running around like a headless fly.
"Damn it, how can I wake up? Why is this dream so long!!" He was still struggling.
After quietly watching for a while the young man who thought he was dreaming, pinching and biting himself, wanting to jump off the building to wake up but afraid of the pain, and holding onto the window in a dilemma, Qian Jianmu slowly looked at the instigator, Xing...ye.
Xingya was looking at him quietly, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Funny, isn't it?" he whispered.
Qian Jianmu was silent for a moment, then gave a thumbs up to confirm his words.
It's really fun.
The victim's struggle lasted only a few minutes before Edogawa Ranpo walked in and blinked when he saw Mitsuyo Kakuta hugging the window.
"Mr. Ranpo——"
Mitsuyo Kakuta burst into tears:
"What should I do? If I don't wake up, I'll be late. Mr. Ranpo, you are so smart, you can definitely tell me how to wake up from the dream, right?"
Edogawa Ranpo was silent for a moment, then smiled, walked around him and headed straight for the Thousand Maku, saying softly:
"I don't know. The Lord Ranpo in the dream is not omnipotent."
"Hey——Mr. Ranpo!!!"
Mitsuyo Kakuta stretched out his hand, looking extremely aggrieved. Ranpo Edogawa turned his head to glance at him and chuckled.
"Aren't you awake already?"
"…What do you mean?" Mitsuyo Kakuta looked confused.
"Eh, isn't it?" The black-haired detective turned around, picked up a chair and placed it on the side of the desk, and looked at Yukiya quietly. Yukiya stood up sensibly and gave up his seat, and Ranpo sat down on the chair.
He pointed at Yukiya.
"Don't you think you're dreaming if you don't find out she's a man?"
So, the three of them watched as the young man's expression gradually distorted into the classic shape of "The Scream" as a soul-tearing scream squeezed out of his throat.
"……man?"
yes! The words he said were indeed the voice of a man. No matter how soft it was, it was still the voice of a man! ! !
"But in my opinion, you'd be dreaming if you couldn't find out that he is a man. Congratulations on waking up from this long dream, quack quack~" Ranpo said with a grin.
Sachiko is a man, Sachiko is a man? Sachiko is a man!
With a blank face, Mitsuyo Kakuta stood still for a long time like a stone sculpture. Finally, he slowly raised his head, looked at the three people in the room, and pointed to the medical room.
"Sorry, I'm going to wait for Ms. Yosano to get to work. I think I might have a problem."
There is nothing that Ms. Yosano can't cure. If it doesn't work once, try twice.
Ms. Yosano - Sachiko is a man... Wait, did Ms. Yosano already know this?
Only he doesn't know! Didn't anyone tell him!
Is it possible that there is something wrong with his gender recognition function?
After watching the young man drift into the medical room sad, lonely and confused, the three of them turned their heads and looked at each other.
Yukiya said again:
"How's it going? Is it fun?"
Being stared at by two pairs of eyes, Qian Jianmu nodded in agreement.
"He looks healthy."
It's so healthy, I feel like if I look at it for a while longer, my body will warm up...
Natural healing system, so scary.
***
The conversation between the few people was very brief.
In fact, Edogawa Ranpo's attitude towards Yukiya was very indifferent, even a bit lazy and hostile.
"Is it possible that something will happen to Yokohama in the short term?"
Yukiya also said:
"There won't be any problems in five years, or even ten years. If they can't even control this, then those good-for-nothings might as well commit suicide immediately."
"You've gone too far." Ranpo said in a light tone.
"Hey... I killed all the people who could be dangerous, you know?"
The long-haired man said:
"Even if we don't care, the world won't be ruined, right? It doesn't matter how many of those people we kill."
There was something hidden in the words between the two people. Qian Jianmu held his head and watched the two people's witty remarks. For some reason, he felt as if he had become the banker at the card table while playing cards.
"Being too anxious will cause trouble. Don't be too confident." Ranpo glanced at Yukiya, leaned over the table to pull Senjianmaku's sleeve, and motioned Senjianmaku to look at Yukiya: "Remember him, he is a bad guy, always be alert, and never take it lightly."
"?"
Feeling Chigenmaku's gaze, Yukiya's expression darkened for a moment, then returned to normal without a trace, and his tone was calm:
"You're not a good person, are you?"
"Of course I'm not." The black-haired detective blinked, looking very innocent. "But Mu-kun knows and accepts this. Do you dare to ask if he can accept you?"
"..." Xing was speechless, his eyelashes covering his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became dim and unclear. "At least……"
"Hey...Um..."
Qian Jianmu looked at the two of them dimly and interrupted them lightly:
"…I'm still here. Do you really want to say this in front of me?"
Xing didn't finish his words, and gave him a look that was hard to describe. Chijianmaku somehow felt a little aggrieved and a little disgusted. Amid the sound of Edogawa Ranpo laughing on the table, he sighed deeply and complained quietly:
"I didn't intend to do anything particularly bad... except for that one thing..."
He didn't even finish his words, and just looked like a riddler, his face turned green, as if he had thought of something disgusting, and finally he closed his eyes and left without saying a few words.
I don't know where he was going, but he left very quickly.
However, judging from his style of doing things, he is still Dazai Osamu, and has not changed at all.
Ranpo took out the gas stove from the cupboard and prepared marshmallows, biscuits, chocolate and ice water just like he had done during the day. The two of them roasted the marshmallows face to face.
"Looks like we've already eaten? That's great, we can have two meals. I totally forgot about it."
In front of Ranpo, almost nothing is a secret, everything is transparent, and Chigenmaku has gotten used to it.
"So, Sachiko had her own consciousness from the beginning, right?" he said suddenly.
"uh-huh."
"You communicated with him after I left..."
After leaving, the blood's restraints will be weakened, and perhaps a certain degree of free movement can be achieved.
"That's right." Ranpo said.
"Eh... so what's going on?"
Yukiya's mental state is really worrying. This character, which combines Dazai Osamu's decadence and abnormal moodiness, is really fascinating (not really).
"It's not a bad thing for you, but I can't tell you the details. You will know when that day comes."
Ranpo was quite frank about this:
"But I think that's because he can't stand someone so he's trying to weaken your relationship. Maybe he feels uncomfortable because he's weakening the bond between you and someone... Do you care about this?"
"Weaken the bond?"
"Maybe you forced someone you had a very good relationship with to distance themselves from you?"
Edogawa Ranpo bit the cotton candy and chuckled:
"That guy hasn't changed at all. He still has the temper of a child. You'd better not spoil him in the future!"
"……?"
Bond?
Who is worth all his efforts just to weaken his relationship with someone...
I always feel that it is not just a little annoying, it is extremely annoying...
He was secretly complaining in his heart, but after the afternoon, the news of the time restoration spread completely, and the Armed Detective Agency suddenly became busy, dealing with cases that were stuck due to the time confusion.
However, Yokohama is in a pretty good state. The whole world will probably go through a process of self-completion before filling in the blanks left by the dead.
Feeling a little relieved, Sengenmaku hurried back to the shrine. When he opened the door, he saw Leader Zai still in front of the game console. Half of his body was curled up in the kotatsu, and he was lazily pressing the handle.
Then the doubt that was almost forgotten suddenly arose, and Qian Jianmu asked:
"Is there anyone you hate, the kind that you hate that I have a good relationship with?"
“…”
Click.
Qian Jianmu lowered his head and saw that the button on the handle was pressed completely into the handle. The black-haired man showed no guilt at all. He looked up at him silently and gloomily.
"What did you say?" he asked calmly.
"……No."
So, who is it!
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