Chapter 111
Seeing that Kawaki still didn't believe in himself, Nishimiya Tsurukage continued: "I used to be in Zone Z, specializing in short-term tasks. Later, I semi-retired and started to take on long-term tasks. How about it, do you believe me? ? It is impossible for the aborigines to know this information."
Kagawa Qi hesitated for a few seconds. Nishimiya Tsurukage was quite familiar with this kind of hesitation - he was communicating with his own system.
If it weren't for the unlucky guy who accidentally traveled through time, 80% of them would have brought a system produced by their administration.
"I'm not familiar with Area Z. I'm in Area C." Probably after exchanging information with the system, Kagawaki smiled, "Zone hasn't accepted new people for a long time. Maybe I should call you senior." Nishimiya
Tsurukagewan He rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not a senior."
He Chuanqi couldn't deny it: "That's Zone Z."
He turned on the lights and closed the curtains, and then slowly asked his most curious question. :
"Senior, isn't there only one missioner in a world?"
"I don't do missions in this world." Nishimiya Tsurukage sighed, "Actually, I should be in the parallel world next door."
He also thought It was time to explain, but Kawaki immediately nodded and tapped his palm: "I see. There are several parallel worlds nearby. The barriers between them are very thin and the similarities are very high. Did you accidentally cross them?"
Nishimiya Heying's expression moved slightly.
He lied.
Of course he is not a mission person. He has been retired for who knows how long, so how can he still take over missions from the bureau. The system is also a scrapped system picked up after retirement. It came to this world purely randomly.
There are many parallel worlds around him, but he really doesn't know about them.
Kawaki continued: "I'm quite surprised to meet senior. I thought that only newcomers would take over the tasks here." "
Huh? How do you say this?"
"Don't you know, senior? The whole world around here is... It’s almost worn out.”
It’s worn out.
"It's too popular." Nishimiya Tsurukage muttered, "I'm on a long-term mission. I've been here for a long time and I don't know much about the outside world." They chatted a little more about the current situation outside
.
The sky is almost as bright as dawn, and most of it is bright in a blink of an eye. The sky always gets bright very fast in midsummer. Seeing that the east was already golden, Nishimiya Tsurukage yawned: "I have to go." "
I won't ask about the specific information of your mission." Area C, which is probably an ordinary plot mission, "I wish you It went well."
"I thought too simply at that time." Nishimiya Tsurukage sighed.
He didn't tell Fyodor any specific information. He just said that he had met a guy with some connections. "You should at least ask him about his mission." I said! 】
The system is fried.
As a mission-based (squeeze-based) system that was eliminated early, it has naturally come into contact with many detailed mission information, and knows more inside information than most time travellers. Most travelers think that tasks are randomly released, but the system knows some background rules - the main system gives tasks because there are major bugs in the plot logic of the original world.
No matter how weird the task seems, in the final analysis, it is all about fixing this bug.
The system was simply furious: [Don’t you know that our existence is the biggest bug? I have been worried for so many years, what if I was investigated one day...]
'Oh...' Nishimiya Tsurukage subconsciously knocked on the lower deck railing to relieve his guilt, "It's not like we are coming from this world..."
[What if I chase you? What to do——]
'Stop it, don't be so frightened. Nishimiya Heying calmed the system and said, "I have found out clearly that the mission over there was not due to the discovery of us." And...system, have you forgotten that I am legitimately retired? Speaking of bugs alone, it probably means that you did not complete self-destruction. Even so, your account on the main system is already a completely canceled branch system, and you can't find it even if you check it. '
'Peace of mind. '
The system is now a little more stable.
Nishimiya Tsurukage didn't blame it for being so ptsd. The version of his system is very early, and it is still the type that helps the main system squeeze out workers, and all functions require high fees. Moreover, the missions the system has experienced are not very good, so in its impression, all missionaries are very dangerous.
But when Nishimiya Yuzhi joined the company, the system had been modified several times. There were simple plot modification tasks and high-risk modification tasks. The system had also been iterated into a milder and more feature-rich version.
"Because we are fellow villagers, I opened the back door for him and let him enter Mafia." Nishimiya Tsurukage stretched out his fingers in the sea breeze, and a seagull stopped and took a bit of bread from his palm. , "Of course, it's also because I want to investigate his mission."
Feodor glanced at him sideways. Nishimiya Heying's fate with the little animals seemed to have always been ridiculously good.
He was thinking about what Nishimiya Tsurukage said. After all, no one knew what he knew during the month he was alone in the parallel world.
But the next second, his thoughts were interrupted by countless white seagulls swooping down.
A certain culprit grabbed him by the collar, covered his face with one hand, and ran away while shouting: "Help, a group of sea robbers are here to rob!" Fyodor:... [
I
told you not to feed these seagulls. ...]
When I ran to the cabin, I could still see many seagulls landing on the deck and pecking at the bread.
Fyodor pressed his eyebrows: "Would you be so unreliable in front of your brother?"
Nishimiya Tsurukage's hand was pecked by a seagull, and the back of his fair hand turned red. Most magician's hands are extremely precious. , he rubbed it, feeling a little aggrieved: "Putting aside my identity as a brother, I am also a human being, and it is human nature to make mistakes occasionally."
Feodor gave him an unquestionable look.
He and Nishimiya Tsurukage have known each other for a long time, long before this guy became famous. He always felt that after this person came back from the parallel world, his behavior became much more extreme. In the past, this person seemed to be jumping off the mark, but he was actually an extremely safe type. He would never do anything uncertain, let alone anything that would harm his brother—let alone such a serious trick as faking his own death.
Turning his eyes, he made some guesses: "You mentioned that you met a person with some connections in the parallel world. Let me guess that the mission he carried has something to do with Osamu Dazai in the parallel world. Looking at Nishimiya Hekage's face, he continued to guess: "
The Dazai's actions can be described as extreme, and he has countless enemies. When it comes to the task, there is a 90% chance that he will assassinate the leader. Hekage-kun was seriously injured by faking his own death. Is it related to him?"
Nishimiya Heying couldn't help but sigh again, Fyodor was too smart. He replied: "Yes, he did it indeed."
"And he did it extremely well." He looked blankly, "I have to die."
After all, when Kawakawa Ki came to assassinate him, he didn't know that the leader Zai Played by Nishimiya Tsurukage, he made a fatal move, but the guards in the chief's office were not vegetarians and were already familiar with dealing with such situations.
So Nishimiya Tsurukage was only slightly injured.
When the doctor came to bandage, Zhongyuan Zhongya also came. He didn't catch the assassin and was a little irritable. When his eyes fell on Nishimiya Tsurukage, there was a bit of concern, but his tone was not very pleasant: "Now you know how hard it is to play the leader?"
Nishimiya Ksurukage was dumbfounded, looking at the injury on the outside of his arm, and said nothing.
He knew who the assassin was, too well.
But why...the mission is related to assassinating the leader?
Theoretically speaking, the Time Travel Bureau will not take care of missions that have to involve important plots. If they do, they will definitely deal with them. Hechuan Qi didn't know that he was playing the role of the leader Zai, which meant that he was here to kill the leader Zai - unless this guy killed randomly out of personal selfishness.
After thinking about it, it seems that the leader Zai must have died on the day he jumped from the building.
Because he happened to travel through time that day, casually rescued people, and sent them to a parallel world, so the plot changed.
He has had many ups and downs over the years, and there must have been a lot of changes in the plot, but Nishimiya Yuezhen retired openly and the system paid the "protection fee" on time, so he has never been liquidated.
It was considered relaxing. I never thought that by saving a person casually, I would be touching the most important part of the entire world line.
This is another parallel world, and the consciousness of this world definitely does not recognize him.
He couldn't even pay another protection fee - after all, he would only stay for a month.
Even if he prevented the disaster for the leader, once the world's consciousness feels that the plot is not back on track, new missionaries will still come to correct the plot. The people who come will become stronger and stronger, and even in the end it can no longer be completed. It may trigger the consciousness of the world and forcibly obliterate the destined person.
"Is it necessary to die..."
he said in a daze.
Zhongyuan Zhong didn't hear clearly, turned slightly and asked concernedly: "What's wrong? Is the injury on your arm okay?" "
Small injury." Nishimiya Heying forced a smile, "I was just thinking about the assassin." "
I have sent him People have gone to investigate." Zhongyuan Zhongya seems to be very skilled in these processes, "His identity is very real, and there are almost no loopholes in the investigation. This is also a reminder to us. It seems that we still need to revise the entry review in the future. The process is always affected by these little bugs. What does it mean?"
"Don't be too careless." He glanced at Nishimiya Tsurukage, "Cheer up, magician."
However, Nishimiya Tsurukage's thoughts were elsewhere. place.
He had not been in contact with his original job for many years, and he never thought that this would be the case when he met again.
He moved his bandaged arm, but there was no big obstacle: "I need to be alone for a while."
Nakahara Chuuya looked at him intently.
"You look quite similar to him."
"Hmm?"
Nishimiya Tsurukage was distracted, but Nakahara Chuuya's words brought him back. He bent his eyes and rested his uninjured arm on the chair: "With whom? "Actually, he already knew who Zhongyuan Zhongya was talking about.
This is more like it.
Nakahara Chuuya: "Don't make such an expression with this face, it looks disgusting."
Nishimiya Tsurukage smiled sincerely. He is somewhat habitual of smiling. He is always performing or on the way to perform. He has practiced his smile thousands of times, so he naturally knows how to make the most beautiful, lovable and bright smile. However, Nakahara Chuuya seemed to be particularly stressed by the bright smile on the face of "Dazai Osamu", and Nishimiya Tsurukage could see the goosebumps on his arms.
"You and Osamu Dazai are from the same family." Nakahara Chuya felt that he felt that it was unnecessary sympathy that he pitied this guy's brother for falling in love with Dazai. Just now, Nishimiya Tsurukage's eyes were thinking subconsciously, although his expression was blank and shocked. The look in his eyes was getting sharper and colder, completely unlike the frivolity and gentleness he showed before.
That kind of look does not look like that of a world-famous magician. It is clearly the most ruthless consideration of the importance of interests, and the single-mindedness to achieve the goal no matter what the sacrifice.
He often saw something like this in Osamu Dazai.
"If you have any questions, just press this." He thrust a communicator to Nishimiya Tsurukage, "Don't leave Mafia again."
Nishimiya Tsurukage took it with a smile: "Thank you."
The system is not here, acquaintances are not here, and even There were no surveillance cameras, so in a sense, Nishimiya Tsurukage was suddenly free.
He sat alone in the leader's position, holding a heavy black pen between his fingertips, and fiddled with it with his nimble fingers. The pen jumped and turned on his fingertips, but kept a steady balance. Originally, magic was not his interest, but after practicing for so many years, he has become proficient, and many small movements have been engraved into his instincts.
It seemed that no one took Kawaki's matter to heart. After all, such assassinations had happened thousands of times. Only Nishimiya Tsurukage knew what this meant. It can be said that this trouble was entirely caused by him. If he didn't save people, this place would not be targeted by the Time Travel Bureau.
But then again, he will definitely save people.
Now I'm just thinking about how to bring this matter to a successful conclusion.
He didn't like that as soon as he left, the missionaries came over and killed Dazai Osamu - it wasn't that they didn't believe in Dazai's ability, it was just that they didn't follow martial ethics when conducting assassinations, and it was common for them to use cheats.
"I never thought that one day I would be exposed to my old job and have to work against it. Fortunately, I was happy for a while when I saw people." The system was not around, and he murmured to the air, "I'm getting old, and I'm starting to feel nostalgic. "
There is no need to play anyone, aside from the leader, Nishimiya Tsurukage, and Nishimiya Yuehu, his original identity.
He is just an ordinary tasker.
I started thinking about whether I can finish this month.
Chapter 112
: He signed the terms about washing his memory.
Colleagues around him didn't seem to understand. After all, once the memory of a human being was washed away, how could he still be the same person? Even if they are alone in the bureau and have nothing to worry about, few people will agree to the money to cleanse their memories.
But he agreed.
Some colleagues should have asked him if his past life was too painful, or if the tasks he received were too torturous, so he wanted to throw away all the memories. But at that time, he had already washed his memories, and he was not ready to enter time travel. What happened before the bureau is already vague, and I can't answer these questions from my colleagues.
The details related to the task must be blurred. Regardless of whether everyone agrees or not, the system will blur this part of the content.
After all, some long-term tasks take several years, and there are always people who will blur their own consciousness because of these memories.
He was different. He signed additional terms and had his memories outside of his mission erased.
Nothing to worry about, nothing to move forward.
In addition, his brain is not stupid, he can complete tasks seamlessly, and he quickly becomes an excellent task taker.
At that time, there were already fewer familiar colleagues.
Few people would talk to him. Apart from tasks, his life was quite blank, with little entertainment and no desire to seek happiness.
It was a wonderful, fulfilling but blank day.
Gradually, he even became a "big boss" among newcomers. Occasionally, some people would call him senior, and some would say that he was weird behind his back. He heard it, but he was too lazy to respond. Every mission would lead to a new life, which often contained the most intense emotions. Over time, his own emotions became very weak.
Maybe it's Buddhist.
After doing countless tasks, the wealth he accumulated reached a terrifying figure.
So he proposed retirement to the main system.
On that day, the system, the main system, and the colleagues present seemed to be surprised. They had no idea why he suddenly proposed to resign, but he thought it was very reasonable.
It's time to leave, any questions?
Calculating his performance, he has of course completed the stringent requirements for retirement long ago, and memory is not a problem. No one has a cleaner memory than him. Everything that should be blurred and should not be blurred has been cleaned out, leaving only a few insignificant things. content, no information will be leaked at all.
He still had some memories of that day. He remembered standing there motionless, waiting for the main system to agree or reject.
The air seemed to be stagnant. For a moment, he felt that the main system wanted to ask some questions, but in the end, he approved the application without saying a word.
He paid the high handling fee and left.
Where to go, I don’t know.
Just wander around.
The world is blank to him anyway.
I don't know how long it took. His lifespan has naturally exceeded that of normal people. After all, he has done so many tasks in the past and received many rewards.
In fact, he had just booked a piece of deserted land and wanted to move all his things there.
During the third move, an uninvited guest came.
Unbiased, bumping into his luggage.
He looked at it in confusion for a while: "System?"
[Ah, ah, creak...]
It was a system that was about to be damaged. He glanced at the sky and thought for a moment, it seemed like a waste system that had been treated as garbage and was thrown here.
He opened the system model and took a look at it, and found that it was similar to what he had guessed. It was a very old system. The self-destruction program had been turned on, but because he bumped into it, a bug suddenly appeared in the program and half of it was destroyed.
Quite interesting.
He happened to know a little bit about everything and had a lot of time, so he simply slowly studied the structure of the system and tried to repair such a useless thing.
He is also useless now.
The work of repairing the system is actually very difficult. The structure of the system may only be known to other systems and the main system. As a kind of life form that is completely different from humans, they have extremely efficient operation speed and communication mode across time and space, making them very suitable as assistants.
But most of the functions of the system he picked up were damaged, let alone efficient operation. After repairing it for a long time, he could only make it run poorly.
Not to mention any contact.
[...Beep, beep, the self-destruct program is starting...]
He has been repairing it for more than half a year, and he heard the system say complete words for the first time, and it turned out to be self-destructing.
Even he felt a little disappointed.
But the next second.
【oops! ] The system screamed, [Why is the self-destruct program broken? 】
"It's so noisy." He said expressionlessly, "You have been damaged, I fixed it."
System: [qwq]
The system has been damaged for most of the time. An outdated emoticon appeared on the screen because it was very old. , so there is almost only an arrangement of pixels.
[What are you doing to fix me... QAQ] The system makes a whining sound. Its humanization module seems to be intact and extremely flexible. [In this way, I have violated the self-destruct program, which is a bug that needs to be cleared... Wow. …]
In the silent no-man’s land, the system howled loudly.
To be honest, he was disturbed.
It's a no man's land, no matter how strict the main system is, it won't pay attention to this place.
He listened to the system commotion and didn't bother to stop it. He packed up his things and lay down peacefully.
I don’t know how long the fuss has been going on, but most of the energy has been consumed. The system’s sound has become fainter, and its floating function is not very good. It can only stretch out its mechanical arms to crawl. Even crawling is difficult. If you don’t pay attention, it will roll away. Come over.
【oops! 】
He thought, the system he picked up was really useless, and it really couldn't work.
But the system stumbled over and poked him: [Thank you for repairing me. 】
It is entangled with two small mechanical hands.
[Can I ask your name? ]
"Forgot."
[Hey, where are you from? How old are you this year? ]
"I don't know."
[Gender? 】The system raises the sound.
Seeing that he was about to fall into a trance again and answer "I don't know", the system quickly interrupted and asked him: "What are you doing in this no-man's land?" This time he was silent for a while, but he couldn't even answer
. I don't know how long I have lived, and I can't even tell what kind of creature I am now. I feel that after leaving the main system, I can't be considered a human being - humans don't seem to be a species that can live long, nor can they live in this kind of inhospitable environment with thin air. On the planet, people open their eyes to look at the stars.
"Waiting to die," he said.
[OO] The system immediately opened its eyes.
It felt that the guy in front of it looked like a dog, and he looked very young. Although the sense of serenity between his brows and eyes was a bit un-young, it was unlikely that he would say the word "waiting to die".
【Don’t you have anything to do? ] The system tweaked, [I want to repay you before I die. ]
"Then wait to die with me."
The system thinks this is very bad.
But it really couldn't figure out what to do for a while. Just now it searched its own functions, and sure enough, everything that should be broken was broken. Not only could it not contact the main system, it didn't even know its current position. Moreover, the last content in the database is also its self-destruct program.
It should have been abandoned.
So what happened to the person in front of me?
Could it be that he was also abandoned?
The system doesn't seem to have asked this question. I can't remember clearly. Maybe it asked it later, or maybe it was raised directly at this moment. The humanization module of this stupid system has not loaded the emotional intelligence part. Of course, maybe he himself has No.
"No." He replied, "I should not have been abandoned."
"It seems that there is still someone who wants to keep me." He put his hand on the back of his head, looked at the unchanging starry sky, and remembered the vague hesitation of the main system, "But that doesn't make any sense. ."
The system couldn't even understand: [How can you be here alone. ]
"I don't know."
[You answer this again! 】
For them, time has no meaning. The system said it was not good to wait to die, but it still honestly fulfilled the original sentence of "waiting to die together" and acted as a not-so-quiet companion. After enough energy was accumulated, it would come out to chatter and ask some meaningless questions. question.
He found it annoying at first, but later found it quite interesting.
Anyway, I am idle, so I might as well listen to the system gossip.
after that.
[Stop hiding here. ] The system said, [You still have a lot to do. ]
"What?"
[For example, speak more, make more expressions, socialize and live like a normal human being. ] The system muttered a lot, and then for the first time it said something that was completely outside of its program, and could even be said to go against its program, [For example, find a new world and start a new life. 】
【It is not a task of entering and leaving again, but truly living. ]
[I still have a little energy, enough for you to find a nice, comfortable little world. Then you can arrange an identity and live a normal life. ] The system lowered its voice, [Even if you are unhappy, you can leave at any time and come back here. ]
"What about you?" he asked.
The system hesitated and refused to answer.
Of course he knows. The system gave him the last bit of energy and helped him arrange his identity. Once it was done, it would definitely restart the self-destruction program and lead him to destruction, either actively or passively.
He used to be too lazy to care, but now he is a little different.
He suddenly said: "You come with me."
[Eh? But...] The system sat next to him, holding its crippled little body, [I'm not like you, I can't travel to the small world, and I don't have enough energy...] "Bind me." He said indifferently,
" I will be your host, throw away your current body, and find something with energy to live as a parasite in a new place." [
Wow, this is the first time I heard you say such a long thing. ] The system was happy and said [No, my version is very old and is no longer suitable for binding with people. I will only drag you down. 】
"Don't you want to go and see the new world?" He said, "Maybe I will die suddenly when I arrive in the new world."
The system was shocked by his words and patted the ground.
It struggled for a while.
Finally, I agreed: [There is no way to help you arrange your identity. Just pick a world at random and start randomly... I really hope we don't encounter too difficult things and can live a peaceful and happy life. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing for me to drag you to a lower-dimensional world like this...]
Later, it turned out to be extremely unlucky, and the beginning was very difficult.
Fortunately, he picked up some of the things he had retired for many years and barely survived. The system was also stimulated, constantly repairing its own functions, and finally restored the vest function.
In this way, I survived, paid protection fees, and managed to survive.
From now on, he should have relearned how to be a normal human being, how to laugh, how to cry, and even how to talk - he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.
Nishimiya Heying was stunned for a while.
Even the new name took him a while to get used to.
Later, he had more identities and played more and more roles. In addition, his previous memories had been washed many times. No one could tell whether he was still the same person. However, Nishimiya Tsurukage has no doubts about his own fundamentals. He is not the kind of person who has too much time to think about existence itself.
But he suddenly figured out something.
In the lonely, empty chief's office.
The young man wearing a black suit, with his left sleeve rolled up and wrapped in a bandage, suddenly bent down and smiled.
He opened the things on the leader's desk, opened a few sticky notes, wrote sentences, and stuffed them into the gaps of other things.
In the end, I had nothing to do, so I rested my chin lazily.
The system asked him many times, if he wanted to fall in love to kill time and experience a complete life, why not find someone who is more stable, more suitable for him, or the one who likes him the most in terms of appearance.
At that time he was confused and muddle-headed.
Thinking about it now, it turned out that he paid extra attention to Dazai Osamu and vaguely felt that he must be saved. It turned out to be because he himself...
also abandoned himself.
Chapter 113 Nishimiya
Heying thought about what to do next.
He wasn't afraid of trouble, he just needed some time to think.
The upcoming difficulties will always bring huge pressure like a mountain. Even he is also weighed down. In addition to his work as a leader every day, he just sits there and thinks, or takes some paper and pen to write and draw. .
It looks more and more like the original leader was killed.
But the leader's thinking will be more reserved. Nishimiya Tsurukage himself sometimes worries about this. Compared to a truly smart person, his brain is still not powerful enough. He often relies on an extremely excellent intelligence network and the assistance of the system to complete some difficult things.
At the beginning, he wanted to act out a scene that followed the development of the world line, concealing the truth and letting the world consciousness and the Time Travel Agency feel that the plot was back on track.
But the path gets stuck at the first step: playing the boss.
It's not about acting on the surface, but finding his underlying thinking logic and then acting it out.
Nishimiya Tsurukage filled in a lot of documents overnight, and browsed as many things as possible within the limited authority, trying to deduce from the side what kind of person the leader Zai was and what his underlying logic was.
Then it failed.
He thought that he knew Dazai Osamu well enough. Although this was not the same Zai, there must be some similarities between Zai and Zai. As a result, in fact, the leader Zai is different from the young Zai in his own world. This Zai is too mature, too sophisticated, and hides himself too deeply, and it is impossible to see what he wants to do. I could only vaguely detect a sense of disharmony.
He boasted that he had more experience than most people, but this situation made him a bit unpredictable.
The only information that is known is probably that the leader will observe their world through books—maybe he will also observe other worlds?
After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what the leader Zai was fighting for. If it were the Dazai Osamu in his world, he would have quit work long ago or fallen into depravity early. He would never be like now. Something seems to be hanging on and it has to move forward - and then one day jump off the building.
The day to jump off the building is also very strange. Is there anything that has been completed?
But he couldn't tell that anything had changed that day.
Unable to guess the underlying logic, he gave up on this path and started thinking about another one: how to correct the plot.
At least superficially correcting the plot.
If possible, he didn't want his boss to know about this episode. He could see that the leader, Zai, valued emotions more than others thought, especially the inexplicable attention paid to him. If he did more, he would cause some unnecessary emotional problems.
Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of Osamu Dazai - it was also quite troublesome.
He is no longer in his real body now, and his way of thinking is slightly different, but Nishimiya Tsurukage can definitely say that he likes Osamu Dazai quite a lot. It is only limited to liking, which is far from reaching the level of loving and being indispensable to him. In fact, except for the system and himself, he still has a shallow and cheap love for anyone else.
His mind wandered, and for some reason he thought of some scenes of ending relationships, and his head immediately started to hurt.
It would be a fantasy to break up with Osamu Dazai peacefully without any terrible consequences.
Having said that, there is no special reason, so there is no need to break up.
He likes stable relationships.
Osamu Dazai was in a daze.
How strange, he always felt that his love process was very fast, from passionate love to cold war. Of course, the quarrel was skipped, and there was no way he could start a quarrel with Nishimiya Yuehan when they were face to face.
On the first day of the cold war, I miss Yueyue.
Work alone, deal with boring people alone, and find something to eat alone. He subconsciously wanted to deal with the matter casually, and drinking until he was full was one way to do it, but in the end he suddenly remembered what someone had told him many times, so he ran to a convenience store and bought a lunch box that could be eaten by normal humans.
Strangely deserted.
The second day after separation.
In a large area of ruins, many people wearing heavy protective clothing were picking up something. Osamu Dazai was also among them, but he was like a light cat. Not only did he not wear protective clothing, he also carelessly touched everything.
There are many steel bars in the broken building. After two days of precipitation, dust has already covered it with a layer of dust. Because it was blocked, the entire place was extremely quiet. It was hard to believe that there was a big battle here two nights ago.
Shibusawa Tatsuhiko has been confirmed dead, and even the remains cannot be found, but another strange creature that has not yet been classified has left behind many bones like the legendary giant snake.
The Special Agents Division needs to collect all these skeletons.
And because of the fear of fake corpses and fear of any remaining energy, this job is actually a high-risk job. The ones sent here are all silent masters who look serious and boring. If you look closely, you will find that there are actually some familiar faces among them - like Osamu Dazai, who has a dirty resume and has come to work for the special agent department for a period of time. of lackeys.
Only Dazai Osamu, the man who got involved that day, was very indifferent.
Anyway, any remaining energy will not affect him.
Moreover, he was convinced that both Shibusawa Ryuhiko and White Snake were dead. This was a fact that he had personally confirmed.
He was not a master of zoological taxidermy and could not extract much information from the bones. But even a layman like him felt a strong sigh when he saw those snow-colored skeletons buried in the ruins. It was a kind of awe for other races, mixed with curiosity and regret.
The giant snake's skeleton was very strange. All the flesh and blood had faded away, as if it had never existed. Only the bones were as crystal clear as snow and extremely hard. Each rib is very long, almost one meter, and just one of it is like a piece of art displayed in a museum.
Dazai Osamu remembered that that night, the giant snake he saw with the naked eye was even bigger.
It swam slowly between the buildings. It was obviously a huge body, but it was extremely flexible. Soon it was entangled in a tall building, looking up at the violent dragon. Dazai Osamu had just separated from Nishimiya Yuzuru at that time. Looking at the white snake from a distance, he could clearly see that there was not much desire to attack in the snake's movements.
On the other hand, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who had completely lost his mind, may have discovered that there was another threatening creature in his territory, or it may have been a simple provocation instinct between creatures. It swooped down and hit the giant snake hard.
When he collided with Shibusawa Ryuhiko's supernatural body, Dazai Osamu could faintly see two sharp bone spurs growing on the back of White Snake's head.
Being hit by the dragon, the white snake instinctively bent its neck, turned almost 180 degrees, opened its huge mouth and bit the dragon's body. Its teeth have naturally been strengthened, and the fine fangs are embedded in the powerful supernatural body, and it can bite tightly. The body also subconsciously wrapped around the dragon, dragging the giant dragon swimming in the mist to the ground to roll over.
It is obviously the most powerful force among supernatural powers, but it is like two beasts, using brutal methods to decide the winner.
They rolled on the ground and gnawed. The dragon's claws scratched the white snake's scales, and the white snake's body almost broke the energy body's skeleton.
Reinforced concrete buildings are like paper mache and are easily destroyed by them.
Until the end, the snake did not let go, only the dragon's roar resounded through the sky, from furious, to wailing, to dying and no more sound.
The white fog cleared.
Dazai Osamu currently believes that the giant snake that everyone saw later was not actually the white snake's true body, but like the dragon, it was the embodiment of energy composed of overly powerful supernatural powers, and because the supernatural powers overlapped onto the true body.
And because the flesh and blood body can't withstand such a powerful superpower, just like the Central Plains can't withstand the full filth, so after fighting with Shibusawa Ryuhiko, White Snake's body inevitably collapsed. .
Only the skeleton remains.
It was already afternoon after he finished studying the skeleton, and Osamu Dazai yawned a little unaccustomedly - when working at Mafia, most of the work required staying up late, and the work schedule became nighttime, and now most of them have to work during the day. , quite not used to it.
My colleagues are not interesting either. Dazai Osamu's status changed from the one who commands people to the one who is commanded. Dazai Osamu did not adapt well. He was just mixed in a crowd of people and seemed to be alone - there was an inexplicable emptiness around him.
Osamu Dazai thought to himself that he didn't eat people, nor was he like the kind of person who killed indiscriminately in the legend.
It's quite clean. In theory, they are not allowed to touch any electronic equipment, and they are not allowed to contact the outside world, but Dazai Osamu always has a way, and it is not boring to listen to the messy gossip of these colleagues.
On the third day, Dazai Osamu met Sakaguchi Ango.
This person looked like he had worked too much overtime, and it was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into reporting in the past few days. His expression was businesslike, but when he really saw Dazai Osamu, his eyes suddenly softened, as if a calm deep lake had been injected with vitality: "Dazai-kun." "Ah, Ango." Dazai Osamu did
n't Responded calmly.
"You seem to be adapting well." Ango smiled lightly, "I thought you wouldn't agree."
Osamu Dazai pursed his lips in disbelief - before he started thinking about the future, he didn't think about it at all. this problem.
"Have you considered working here..." in the future?
Before Ango could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dazai Osamu: "No, I haven't thought about it yet." The Special Agent Division may be suitable for Sakaguchi Ango, but he is really not suitable.
His sleeves were rolled up, revealing a forearm covered with bandages, and his fingers casually grasped the half-drunk can of coffee. He was tall and had long legs, and the childishness of a boy sometimes appeared, and sometimes disappeared completely. Ango was in a daze for a moment. He remembered that Dazai Osamu was in love. He was very young, but he was single.
It's more or less subtle.
Then I heard Dazai Osamu say: "Nishimiya Tsurukage's information..."
Sakaguchi Ango: "You know, this is against the rules."
"Really?" Dazai Osamu seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He pulled out another item from his pocket as if he were doing some magic. The can of coffee was thrown to Ango, and Wei Wei was a little lucky to complain, "Then why did you come to see me today?" "I was
ordered to see if someone has done anything wrong," Sakaguchi Ango's tone became more relaxed, "You Do the higher-ups really believe you?"
Dazai Osamu looked at Sakaguchi Ango.
It makes people sigh.
"Don't you have a good relationship with his younger brother? I thought a person like you would dig up three generations of a person's ancestors before falling in love..." "
You're thinking wrong about this," Dazai Osamu said accusingly. He glanced at Ango and said, "Although I did do some research, I won't investigate so carefully. Do you and Odasaku, do I investigate like this?" In fact, when there is no stake, Dazai Osamu is He consciously avoids the privacy of those close to him.
"Besides, when I think about it carefully, I actually don't understand him at all."
Ango glanced at Dazai Osamu's eyes, which were calm and deep, with no emotion at all.
Perhaps only when we are separated can we have the energy to think about these things. Dazai Osamu now feels that in fact, he only knows a very small part of Nishimiya Tsukihi. In the time they have known each other, Nishimiya Tsukihi has been understanding him more often. In the past, this kind of interpersonal relationship would have made him extremely wary, but he was like being soaked in warm water and never reacted.
Probably because he always felt that he was understanding Nishimiya Yuehu. After all, he knew what kind of food he liked, what kind of little habits he had in his daily life, and what kind of troubles he had. Nishimiya Yuezhen put these things in front of him calmly, clearly and clearly.
It's easy to ignore other things.
His little fox is so good at pretending.
It's just that he doesn't want to think about it.
"Nishinomiya Heying is already dead. Is it too late for you to ask now?" Ango said again.
"It's not too late." Osamu Dazai drank coffee, "And it's not like I haven't investigated this guy before. I've already done so before. Now I just want to see your information." "By the way..." He rubbed his hands
. Pointing his finger, "You must be paying attention to Yueyue, right? What is he doing recently?"
The boring life passed for a while again.
Ango said: "He went to apply for suspension of school. He seems to be sick."
Dazai Osamu frowned, but Ango explained in time: "It was not because of illness that he suspended school, but because of the recurrence of the flu. It seems that he made his own decision to suspend school."
Taking a break from school is an extremely important thing for ordinary people. At least Nishimong Yuexiao took his studies very seriously before, but this time Yueyue really didn't contact him at all. Osamu Dazai was slightly disappointed.
"In addition, his friend, Rei Aoki, died of a serious illness." Ango said. "The funeral was held in a hurry, but we have found that the people attending the funeral were not clean. Dazai-kun, your lover's social circle is really... ..."
"How is he?" Osamu Dazai asked.
"Not very good."
To be honest, intelligence personnel should not give such unobjective descriptions, but this is a chat between friends, so Sakaguchi Ango's words are also filled with emotions. His special ability is very magical and he can extract memories from items. So as the information passed through his hands, he could often see some fleeting fragments. Even if he was not in Tokyo, those scenes seemed to be really happening in front of his eyes, as lifelike as they were.
"Our intelligence officers discovered that he did not leave after the funeral, but went to Nishinomiya Tsurukage's cemetery alone and sat there for half the night, bringing wine." The lonely boy was dressed in black and sat with his knees in his arms
. Opposite the tombstone, there was an empty wine bottle, showing a dazed look that was completely different from the one at the funeral. It's like, only here can he take off the pretense of maturity and seek a little emotional help.
But the person who could listen to him was already lying six feet below.
After all, he is just a high school student.
Ango is also a little soft-hearted, otherwise he would not tell Dazai Osamu these things.
"...He doesn't drink." Dazai Osamu felt mixed emotions. He couldn't see the scene, but just hearing the description made him panic, and he subconsciously squeezed the can in his hand to make a crunching sound.
Sakaguchi Ango looked at him with blank eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't speak for a long time. He couldn't help but say, "Aren't you going to do something?" Osamu Dazai looked up at
him.
"I mean." Sakaguchi Ango took a breath, feeling a little iron-clad and a little confused, "Aren't you lovers? Or... what happened? You don't seem to be in the mood." "Have you ever been in love?
No. , A person like Ango who works three jobs probably has no experience in this field at all." Ango was pricked and wanted to dismiss it, but then Osamu Dazai softened his voice in a very pitiful tone, " Ango, I feel Yueyue doesn’t need me."
Sakaguchi Ango:?
Yes, he did not talk about it, but how did this come about?
"Without me, it won't have any impact on him. With me, it doesn't seem to have any impact on him. It will only make things worse."
Sakaguchi Ango: "Well..."
"The most important thing is that he seems to completely accept me leaving him."
"Well..." Anwu pushed up his glasses, "I can't make a conclusion, but your random thoughts will not help the matter. I thought You won't make such a low-level mistake, Dazai-kun."
Dazai Osamu looked aggrieved: "I don't think I can, either, but the human brain is such an uncontrollable existence. In fact, scratches are drawn from my brain every day. Everything in the past has a terrible amount."
"Is there any way to stop this hesitation and self-depletion?"
Dazai Osamu thought for a while and replied: "Yes..."
"What?"
"Tsukiyue hug me. "
Sakaguchi Ango looked at the sky, the ground, and the starry-eyed Dazai Osamu, and said sincerely: "You must be taking it too easy at work, work overtime." "That's too much-" "I
'm
serious ." Sakaguchi Ango said seriously, "I just received a notification and found traces of the demon in a sea area..."
He suddenly got stuck and had some impression of this place. He had only seen it in the report two days ago.
Dazai Osamu also thought about it and said with a sullen face, "Nishimiya Tsurukage's graveyard is nearby."
Chapter 114
Nishimiya Tsurukage sat in the room of the cruise ship, looking at the sea outside the window. Fyodor would not rush him to tell the story, so he had plenty of time to wander and think.
He was thinking about what he, Nishimiya Yuenan, was thinking.
After being separated from the other half of your consciousness for a long time, differences emerge. In the past, the consciousnesses between vests all shared memories, and memory meant the carrying of emotions and understanding of things. His own emotions are quite complicated, and it is difficult for him to understand himself in this mountain.
"Are you happy listening to the story?" he asked Feodor, "In exchange, you can also tell me something about yourself." "
My life is not as rich as yours."
"Fejia, this is what I have heard this year Living the worst lie. Well, my life is indeed quite rich, especially when I meet crazy fans after a performance. I have to deal with dozens of stalkers every year." Nishimiya Tsurukage stood up and pulled something out of the cabinet. Board game gadgets, "Just to kill time and play chess?"
Fyodor naturally agreed.
Nishimiya Tsurukage said again: "You will definitely beat me." The
black and white chess pieces were placed on the table. A game of chess was neither short nor long. As expected, Nishimiya Tsurukage lost. He didn't react at all, he just pushed the chess piece away and started the game again.
The result was still a one-sided crushing.
Fyodor looked at him and asked with his eyes if he wanted another game.
Nishimiya Tsurukage sighed: "Sometimes I really get annoyed by the brains of you smart people. Where is the structure of your brains different? How come your computing power is so good." "
Your computing power is also very good." Fyodor said.
"Too humble, I can't compare with you at all." Nishimiya Tsurukage tossed two chess pieces and played with them. "Your expression seems to be wondering, 'Ah, how did this fool calculate other people'." But
Feo Dole replied: "Reality is an enlarged chessboard, but the chessboard cannot completely represent reality. You have a lot of things worth learning from me. And you can't be called a fool, you are too modest." "Eh... but
I I really want to say something stupid today. I hate so-called gods."
[Wait...] The system sensed something was wrong.
"Don't get excited, Fei Jia. I admit the existence of gods, but they are definitely different from the gods you know." Nishimiya Heying pushed the chess piece, his eyes focused on a square on the chessboard, and it seemed as though he was seeing through He saw something further away from reality, "I hate Him. I owe a lot of ups and downs in my life to Him. This thing is not worthy of my respect at all..." He suddenly covered his chest, lowered his head and choked
. , blood overflowed from the corners of his lips and dripped onto the black and white chessboard.
"Ah, look." He wiped away the blood, his pale face showing an unhealthy flush, "I can't tell you." His
beautiful, cornflower blue eyes blinked, and a sharp break appeared on his brow bone for no reason. Mouth, blood immediately rolled down his white eyelashes. It looked extremely terrifying, but there was also a kind of strange and broken beauty. There was no pain or hesitation in those eyes, only the expected calmness and relief.
【do not talk. ] The system felt distressed and adjusted Nishimiya Tsurukage's body values to reduce the pain, [You know this is going to happen, but you don't know who you learned your current death-seeking style from... Don't do this, okay? 】
Others can make wild guesses, but he can't say even a word - because he has really seen it.
Fyodor stood up, with an inexplicable expression on his face. His back was to the window, and the light coated his body, making it difficult to see his expression. He looked down at the blood on the chessboard and Nishimiya Tsurukage, who was clearly not in a normal state of mind. Nishimiya Tsurukage was half-lying on the chair, his face was covered by shadows, his legs were folded together, and blood stained his collar, white and red intertwined.
Fyodor hesitated for a moment, stretched out a hand and asked, "Do you need my help?"
His actions seemed to be caring, but his expression and eyes completely betrayed him, which were full of love. The fanaticism of fear.
After a while, Nishimiya Heying had some reaction.
"Thank you...but I won't die here yet." He stretched out his hand and wiped it, staining the scarlet liquid on his temples. Nishimiya Tsurukage turned a blind eye to Fyodor's madness. He had learned a lot about poker face and expression management. Cheng Shi, who could make a decent expression no matter what, said, "It's not the first time I've felt it anyway." "What did you just
say?" He took out a tissue and wiped the blood carefully, as if it was not from his body. "Oh, God's things."
"I have dealt with Him a long time ago, but at that time I still had respect for Him. After all, He is the rule of everything. He only cares about the results, some It was a fixed destiny, and I enjoyed the process more. Until I met Dazai from another world."
Fyodor was listening quietly, and he was not sure whether what Nishimiya Tsurukage said was true. The blood was real, but maybe it was part of the show. It wasn't until Nishimiya Tsurukage mentioned the leader, Zai, that he suddenly leaned forward: "You mean, that was His will?" He quickly thought of the assassination in Nishimiya Ksurukage's previous story.
"Yes. Although I don't know why, he did want Dazai from another world to die at that time, but we interrupted him." Nishimiya Tsurukage rubbed his hands, his fingers were cold due to blood loss, "I want Cover this up."
"Escape magic, this kind of performance is highly respected in the industry. Although I have never performed this type of large-scale performance in formal occasions, I have learned it. So I first thought about planning a Escape magic, performed to Him, to the most unique audience in my career."
"Did you fail?" Fyodor thought of the "cause of death" of Nishimiya Tsurukage, which was a fatal accident caused by an unknown supernatural power. Injury, judging from the results, it was probably a failure.
"No, I succeeded." Nishimiya Heying rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows, "It's not as difficult as imagined... Well, it's not quite right. It can't be considered a success. This magic was unfinished later." "The mission
. Successful." Kagawaki did not rush to take off his disguise, but squatted down to confirm the target's death. There is no one around now, the dark sky is covered with thick dark clouds, only the sea breeze is howling, and heavy rain is about to pour. Feeling that the target had indeed lost his heartbeat and breathing, he took a breath and said, "It's not as difficult as I thought." "Why is
this an SS-level mission?"
Kagawa Qi's voice paused, probably listening. His system explained.
The mission has been completed, and he doesn't even bother to hide the fact that he communicates with some kind of existence, and talks to the system openly.
"Eighty percent of your calculations were wrong..." He threw the weapon into the sea.
The system also confirmed that the mission was completed, and he would leave this world soon. It would not matter whether the body was dead or captured and tortured by then. Kawakawa Qi completely relaxed and complained softly to the system: "A person with an average physique or even worse, although the invalidation of supernatural powers is very strong, he can completely deal with it with pure force. I really don't understand why his task ranking is so high. ."
"The face is pretty good-looking."
He took a moment to observe. The rain had wet Dazai Osamu's coat, but it was originally black and nothing could be seen. The blood is diluted and follows the direction of gravity. No matter what kind of person he or she is, death is death, and there is nothing special about it.
Kawaki hummed a song.
He has become accustomed to the passage of life. Tasks are just tasks, and he does not care about everything that happens in the small world.
But he suddenly stopped.
"What?" Kawaki's voice was full of doubts, "Is there an extra mission?"
"Although it is still an assassination mission, this does not comply with the regulations." The next voice was lost in the sea breeze, and he did not say it out.
for a long time.
"...Okay." The reward was generous, so he agreed, "Nishimiya...why is this name so hard to pronounce? Yue? Tsk, you have to go to the next world...travel back and forth, I fainted." Kawakawa
Qi There was a pause.
He noticed something, but long before his brain was processing the information, his vision had been turned upside down. His body was hit hard to the ground, and the pain took a few seconds to be felt.
Crunch.
The bones in his throat screamed.
A mixture of raindrops and blood fell on his cheeks. His eyes widened, his lips opened in pain, and his body struggled instinctively.
"I originally wanted to pretend to be dead until the end." Nishimiya Tsurukage wanted to make a joke, but his face was too ugly and his voice was trembling. It was more like a devil's threatening expression than a smile, and he couldn't even maintain his voice. Live and become the original voice.
All the poker face was forgotten.
"Bah." A mouthful of spit mixed with blood.
"I need an explanation."
I am the one who needs an explanation - Kawakawaki has almost passed out. The struggle and lack of oxygen will soon blur people's consciousness. He kicked his legs hard and wanted to say a word. :
How can he explain choking him?
The system has confirmed that the mission is completed, how can this guy come back from the dead?
Nishimiya Tsurukage panted violently, his pupils were dilated. It could be said that his sanity had not completely returned, and adrenaline was flowing in his blood. He turned his head, "Wow" and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and then wiped it away. He had a penetrating wound in his chest, and he paid a high price for pretending to be dead. Kagawaki kept struggling, and his superpower condensed into a solid body and pierced his abdomen hard.
Nishimiya Heying never let go of his hand.
He looked at Kagawa Qi's eyes rolled up and he fainted.
"Aren't you going to come out and explain?" A slightly disappointed voice.
It was only then that Kawaki's body suddenly twitched, and his eyelids slowly opened. There were no pupils in his eyes, and they were filled with a silver-white light.
"Finally..." Nishimiya Tsurukage smiled very tiredly. He could no longer say any complete words, "Why..." "
Maintain order." Kawaki's body made a sound, "You should be eliminated. ."
Then Nishimiya Heying understood that he had always known that he was here, and that he had not been killed.
"We made an agreement."
"You destroyed the balance." He said, "You shouldn't be here."
Nishimiya Tsurukage didn't know what to say.
He looked at Nishimiya Tsurukage expressionlessly and said: "You were once an outstanding mission leader. You should have had a reasonable chance of survival, but you violated the order." "You still have a chance to make amends." "
Kill
Dazai Fix it and hand over the illegal system." He added, "You will be free from now on, and no one will interfere with your life."
Silence.
"Okay, okay." Nishimiya Tsurukage replied in a hoarse voice, "You said it very well. What a simple task, what a generous manager."
He smiled, lowered his head, and spoke with "Kawaki" The distance is getting closer.
"So."
"Can you please die?"
Kafka Asagiri said, Akuta looked down.
It’s so hard to be a fan.