“I want to write a book about love and redemption for her.”
Everyone in this space looked at each other, not understanding where the voice came from.
They seemed to be walking in a dream, with a thick smell under their feet, and they looked at each other.
"It's okay if there are people from the detective agency, but why are there rats? What a disgusting dream?" Dazai Osamu complained as he reached out and touched the mist, wanting to see if his special ability was useful.
The fog dissipated, and under my feet were piles of books?
It seemed to be related to the inexplicable words they had heard before.
"Am I the only one who thinks that voice sounds a bit like Akutagawa?" Nakajima Atsushi secretly complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it because Akutagawa was not far away. If he threw the blame on Akutagawa, he would use Rashomon to make a tiger-skin carpet for him.
That voice tells stories, but Yokohama also has another product related to books, which has caused so many things.
Almost everyone looked at the huge book under their feet.
“This isn’t a long story, but in the end, like an author who earns his keep by the word count, he writes a lot about trivial things that readers may think are trivial, but in the heart of this lesser-known author, every single one of them is invaluable.”
"Who is telling a story?" Although Nakajima Atsushi said this, he was looking at Akutagawa. He still felt that the voice was Akutagawa.
Yin also thought so. When she arrived in this space, she ran to her brother's side. She also felt that the voice was her brother Ryunosuke.
Edogawa Ranpo was already tired of standing, so he simply sat cross-legged on the book at his feet: "Don't be nervous, there is no harm here."
"How did Mr. Ranpo know that?" Tanizaki Junichiro asked while holding his sister Tanizaki Naomi's hand.
"I don't know. It's written in the book. I just read it out." Ranpo sat down and saw the words on the book, so he read it out.
They all squatted down to look, and sure enough, there was a line of words under everyone's feet. However, because it was too small, only people who squatted or sat down could see it.
This might also mean asking them to sit down. They tried to use their special abilities, which worked, but they couldn't cause any trouble to this space, nor could they hurt anyone.
Mori Ogai called Alice to his side and asked, "Alice, do you want to hear a bedtime story?"
"Rintaro said that? No." Alice refused with her arms crossed.
Mori Ogai laughed helplessly: "It's not Rintaro, but a stranger. Just listen slowly, maybe it will be a good bedtime story."
[Since I'm writing a book, I'll use a more formal and equal title from now on. To be honest, I'm a little uncomfortable with temporarily changing the way I call myself that I've been using it for so long.]
"If it's a really bad story I'll get so angry it'll take two strawberry cakes to appease me." Alice pouted and sat down.
"Okay, even if it's a good story, Alice will have a cake. After all, Alice is so cute." Mori Ogai looked like he was mesmerized by the cuteness.
“As far as I can remember, I have lived in this place, which is poor and chaotic, like a huge quagmire, swallowing up everyone inside it insatiably. The only way to survive in it is to become a worm that survives from the mud.
It’s not far from where I was born, and there is a normal world with tall buildings and people wearing fancy clothes.
But even just a few steps away, it felt like an insurmountable chasm.
Zhongyuan Zhongye subconsciously thought of Leibo Street, a place with a huge difference between the inside and the outside.
Inside are slums where even survival is difficult, and outside...
Although it is not that beautiful, it is beautiful enough compared to Leibo Street.
“Perhaps I was a strange child. When I cuddled with my friends for warmth, when I was bleeding from a fight over a little food, and every time I woke up from the pain of my wounds, I always wondered why, when it was so difficult and painful, I insisted on living.
But hearing the breathing of my companions and feeling their body temperature temporarily kept me alive, but the doubts still existed and took root in my body like lung disease.
A not-so-nice adjective made some insiders look at Akutagawa.
But the Akutagawa siblings said nothing, they just stood very close to each other, shoulders touching, providing each other with comfort.
They all had their own guesses in their hearts. After all, who could be more familiar with that voice and that confession than them?
After securing the food again and again, I wanted to get up but I had no strength. I could only lie on the ground, listening to the wheezing coming from my throat and feeling the pain of my lungs being squeezed.
At this time, I met her, the miracle of my future destiny, the condensation of my life's luck, and the guardian fairy of my love.
Everyone shuddered, it was so corny.
Ryunosuke and Gin also shuddered and began to wonder if their previous guess was wrong.
Ryunosuke felt the gaze of his sister Gin and looked over helplessly. He opened his mouth but said nothing in the end.
I can't say it.
I also wonder how that person said it and even wrote it in the book.
But if they can't say it, there are others who can say it.
"Brother, you are also the miracle of my destiny, my lucky other half, my love." Naomi Tanizaki expressed her love for her brother Junichiro Tanizaki very straightforwardly.
[She did not descend from the sky in a high and mighty manner, nor did she walk away on the ground in gorgeous clothes and fairy shoes. She dramatically lifted the tiles beside her like a little mouse, as if she did not understand why she was there.
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