"Wild Duck Country"

I want to state in advance that I am not angry or aggrieved about this, nor have I let down my high expectations because of her reaction. I do not claim to be a creator, I do not have such a grandiose and great claim, at best I am just a recorder and sharer, and I am more willing to observe the inner thoughts and emotions awakened by this record.

When others write, they have to be moved by the joys and sorrows, the ups and downs of life, feel lost and lost by tragedy and regret, and comprehend the philosophy of life. Look at what I write, ghost stories, just to scare people, I really don’t have the mind or the ability to arrange some love-hate drama. Maybe this is why I am still a third-rate online writer with no reputation until now.

I think I didn't care about her at all. I was just surprised that she was a living thing, and I didn't expect how she would react to me. The result is that now the third-rate online writer is under pressure beyond her ability. The horror movie heroine (?) is now calling her out for dinner.

Alice's face showed a hint of life at this moment. She opened her eyes wide, uttered a cry, and took a few steps back in her little leather shoes, as if she had just noticed that there was a person under the counter.

I leaned forward, away from the struck iron plate, and just in time to see her azure eyes.

The knocking sounds from above were so dense that they sounded like a heavy rain hitting an iron plate. I couldn't imagine what it was like without seeing it with my own eyes. Although I knew that half of my body was covered in dried blood and my black hair and eyes looked a bit strange, she simply ignored the movement above and just stared at me in shock and curiosity.

Yes, that's right, I am the mastermind, although you can't see it now.

I complained silently, and used this newly vacated space to get rid of the dilemma of having to display installation art behind the counter. However, I did not choose to stand up. Instead, I half-turned my body and cautiously leaned my front body outward as if playing hide-and-seek, looking out with no expression.

I don't care whether the old lady not far away knows me or not. If she really wants to act like a person who doesn't recognize anyone, that's normal. Nowadays, even the original author can be unilaterally banned by readers. I'd better keep a low profile.

But I always have a feeling that even if there is no supernatural power relationship, our relationship should not end like this.

The beating gradually stopped, and the ducks seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and there was no sound. I pretended nothing had happened, and first looked for the orange duck shadow in the field.

But what first caught my attention was the somewhat solemn atmosphere in the room.

Dazai Osamu stood in front of the old woman. Not far away from him, the orange duck was silent and had to be silent, stiff as a statue.

In fact, the duck was almost crawling on the ground, as if he was attracted by the entire earth. The ground under his feet cracked deeply downwards, trying to hold him back and prevent him from taking another step forward.

The shimmering orange light acted on his body, causing him to sink deep into the ground. However, he did not seem to be willing at all, and was moving towards the old woman with great difficulty. However, he did not move for a long time, and finally he could only grumble and utter a duck sound.

#The duck's cry is not voluntary, crab#

Almost all human beings were forced to live in desolation here, but the person in front of her was out of control. The instinct to seek profit and avoid harm made the old woman stop. But this was a humiliating thing. The angrier she was, the greater the effect on the ducks, but it only made the background sound more miserable, and it didn't hurt Dazai himself.

I subconsciously felt a sense of grief for the loss of the rabbit.

Yes, it is simply the most boring ability. People with weapons choose to fight hand-to-hand, magicians give up magic and use technology instead, and go into the science column to tear apart all the mysterious legends and illusions. The most horrible things are always boring, which shows that he is born to defeat me.

After all, the most frightening thing about ghosts is the unknown and the unsolvable.

I was feeling uneasy, but then he turned his head and looked at me, looking a little surprised. Finally, he smiled and greeted me as if he had met an acquaintance on the street.

"Good evening, beautiful lady."

He looked around, then clenched his left fist and hit the palm of his right hand, revealing an expression of sudden enlightenment, "So this is your story too?"

When Dazai saw the duck bend its neck and hit the iron plate, he initially thought that Izumi Kyoka was hiding inside. One of the purposes of his coming here was to check on the situation of Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka, who suddenly could not be contacted.

Although Nakajima Atsushi had gained some strange favorability from nowhere, he didn't think she could see through the duck's skin and see that there was a little tiger inside.

[Her], her name is not allowed to be known, her appearance is not allowed to be seen, no matter how obscure the record is, it will be erased, it cannot be recorded, it cannot be understood. In the end, only [her] can be used to replace her.

In fact, there is another rumor that has just started to spread privately, saying that it is not [her], but [Him].

No matter what, Nakajima Atsushi's Tiger Transformation has been used, and Izumi Kyoka's [Yaksha Shirayuki] has also dealt a critical blow. Being hated is inevitable, and he has already prepared for the two of them to be targeted.

Now, Dazai Osamu turned around, completely exposing Chuuya who was struggling behind him. There was no sign of the tit-for-tat between them just now, but instead, they looked shocked as if they were watching the excitement, "This is incredible, this duck is actually orange!"

This cleared a path for the old woman to reach the Orange Duck, but she still looked at Dazai with fear, then tapped the ground with her cane and gave a strange smile.

She thought of a solution.

No, she was originally a character that didn't require much thought, nor did she have the ability to think deeply. It's just that for her, everything can be solved in one way.

Here, Dazai Osamu raised the camera in his hand and said righteously, "I must take a picture of Chuuya being a duck."

As if to achieve a better shooting effect, Dazai Osamu was a little further away, and the small screen showed everything, although there was still a blurry area.

"By the way, miss, you know Nakahara Chuuya, the guy we rode the train with last time. It seems like he accidentally destroyed your train. What a pity."

“It’s such a great event.”

He spoke casually, his tone casual and familiar, as if he had already confirmed the identity of the person in front of him.

? ?

I looked up suddenly while carefully planning my escape route.

What is he talking about?

Accompanied by another burst of dazzling white light, the clicking sound of the camera was the sound of me breaking apart.

No wonder I feel heartbroken when I see this orange color. I thought to myself, feeling heartbroken as if some hope had died in secret, leaving only sadness in my heart. Because these are the hairs that have gone white because of staying up late.

It was quite sudden. In a blink of an eye, my car was gone. Then he kicked one on the left and stepped on one on the right. All the ghosts that should have been outwitted disappeared without a trace. No matter how I think about it, it's hard to let it go.

I stood up with a bang. I knew I should pretend that I had no idea what he was talking about. After all, he had never seen my true appearance. But I was determined not to give up.

I walked straight towards Dazai Osamu.

Alice followed us with an uneasy look on her face, as if she was afraid of being left behind. Grandma Fujiwara looked at us coldly as we walked forward, and at the same time exchanged a completely unclear look with me.

Live well, Fujiwara.

I felt increasingly sad, and just as I turned my gaze towards Dazai Osamu, before I could say anything, I saw wisps of black smoke coming out of the camera in his hand, accompanied by a burnt smell.

A few flickering sparks spread out like dye, and the flames instantly wrapped around the black coal-like device. Even if it was dropped by the person holding it, it was quickly devoured by the flames on the ground and finally turned into nothing.

"Wow."

Dazai Osamu sighed without any emotion and asked, "Miss, do you like taking pictures?"

He saw it, at that moment.

However, it could not be recorded, so he forgot everything the next second.

“…but your camera is gone.”

This was the first sentence I said to him, which implicitly acknowledged everything he had previously acquiesced to.

There's something wrong with this camera. This thought flashed through my mind, but there was something more important waiting for me. "Is it the Armed Detective Agency?"

Nakajima Atsushi once told me that he worked for the Armed Detective Agency. I paid attention to it because it was a strange name.

But he didn't come today. Otherwise... I could treat him to duck.

"The detective agency... yes. By the way, everyone in the detective agency misses you very much, why don't we go and see you together?"

"It's a lie. It will be handed over to the authorities soon." Alice muttered quietly in the back, looking like an experienced person.

Dazai Osamu smiled and looked at her without saying anything.

If such an unimaginable ability fell into the hands of those people, it would be very difficult for both parties.

In other words, such a special ability is a difficult thing for anyone. Even if Mr. Mori wants to control it, he should find that such a powerful ability is not allowed to belong to anyone.

Well, no matter how powerful the variable is, it will die.

I shook my head.

In fact, I have a good impression of the official. Maybe it’s because I got too much material from them in the original world, and these materials became the source of my creation many years later.

But the people here are different from those in my place.

"Today's events happened very suddenly. Mr. Dazai must be confused as well."

No, not at all.

Dazai Osamu cooperated and fell into deep thought.

But he is very easy to coax.

"Because I witnessed a murder and a hidden corpse today."

I was just about to analyze the convenience store boy incident with him in detail in order to divert his attention from the Orange Duck. Dazai Osamu unexpectedly cooperated and didn't watch the scene where the old woman took Nakahara Chuuya out.

Even though the old woman's body collapsed and deformed slightly in the gravity field, she was still grumbling and making sour sounds.

But when she heard the words murder and corpse hiding, her face suddenly changed and she interrupted the conversation.

"You guys... go eat duck."

As if she couldn't stand hearing that word, she completely abandoned her previous hypocritical performance and revealed her true malice, "Just eat the duck, that's all."

"The ducks will remember."

A long duck sound came from her stomach.

I saw that she had succeeded, and ignoring her gradually distorted body, I agreed, "Right, let's go eat duck."

What I was thinking in my heart was that the next story should not have these uncomfortable scenes.