It is now July 29, 2021, at 12:25 in the morning.
The weather was very hot, and I was covered in sticky sweat.
Because there are very few pedestrians on the street, it creates an illusion of dilapidation for no reason.
I walked alone on the street, watching the formerly noisy streets fall into silence, with a trace of ridicule at the corner of my mouth.
It turns out that it also curls up and trembles.
My name is Gu Yinwen, I am fifteen years old, male, a poor student and a street writer.
Maybe it’s because the characters and worldview I created are too niche. I didn't have many readers, but I got a lot of criticism.
I originally loved writing, but after struggling like this, my confidence was completely exhausted.
Coupled with recent events...
It’s so funny, even my family doesn’t care about my existence.
Otherwise, just find a chance to disappear from this world.
I sighed and adjusted my glasses.
I really like these black round glasses, and when paired with my newly cut short hair, it looks great.
Coupled with a white turtleneck sweater paired with black knee-length shorts, and a blue-gray jacket on top. Maybe it looks weird to others, but I don't think so.
The light is green and it's time to cross the road.
There were no cars on the road, so I walked slowly.
However, just as I lowered my head and wandered, a drop of cold touch suddenly appeared on my neck.
I had some doubts in my heart, so I raised my head and looked around. After a while, I was shocked to see snowflakes falling in front of my eyes.
Snowflakes danced in the night sky, reflecting the brilliance of street lamps. They twinkle and twinkle, like stars twinkling in the world, so beautiful. A scene like this, even if shot casually, would be a blockbuster.
However, I was frozen in place, my mind so confused that I had no time to appreciate everything in front of me.
It's midsummer now, and my city rarely rains. How can there be snow? With this situation now, I'm afraid a natural disaster is going to befall this land.
The buzzing sound of electricity was playing in my head. It was not uncommon for me to do this when I was nervous. But at this time, the sound of the current was getting louder and louder, making me even more irritable.
I shook my head violently, trying to push back the sound of electricity.
But when I felt the bright car lights shining on me at night, I understood.
This is not the sound of electricity, but a continuous whistle.
The kind-hearted driver was probably worried that there was someone in the dark, so he blew his horn as a warning. But alas, we still didn't notice each other.
My vision went dark, and when I regained consciousness, the sound of the whistle had faded away. Blood continued to flow from my body, and I could feel the life force continuously draining from my body.
I'm waiting for the reaper of death.
I don’t know how long it took, but I couldn’t feel the physical pain anymore. On the contrary, I felt quite comfortable.
This feeling is like lying on the grass in the forest.
Is this what death feels like? It's not bad. Thinking like this, I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, I was awakened by a noise.
I sat up suddenly and stared at my smooth arms in disbelief.
"Ah!" At this time, my head was suddenly hit by a heavy object, interrupting my thinking.
I lowered my head and took a closer look and found that it was an old pocket watch.
I gulped.
There are few things that I desire so much on weekdays, but at this time, I couldn't resist the desire to put this pocket watch in my pocket.
In the end, I lost to myself and picked up the pocket watch and put it in my pocket.
"Don't move!" At this time, a cold touch touched the back of my head.
My gut told me it was a pistol, although that was unlikely.
My lips trembled and I couldn't say a word. I had no choice but to stand up as he asked and walked tremblingly out of the forest.
As we walked, the forest suddenly became enlightened.
A few beams of sunlight hit my face, making me unable to see clearly the scene in front of me for a while.
Simply, I closed my eyes.
"Boss, we caught another detective agent!" the person behind shouted excitedly.
I could feel his gun pressing against mine even more.
"Detective agency?" I was a little confused.
I'm afraid this guy didn't travel through time and thought he was working as a port mafia in Bungou Stray Dogs' world.
It’s really hilarious.
Saying this, I also opened my eyes.
I found a bunch of psychos in suits holding guns in their hands, pointing at a brown-haired boy in the center.
The young man raised his hands in the air, his expression gloomy, and he had a red dress tied around his waist.
It seemed that this boy was a little older than me, probably in high school.
To be able to participate in such outrageous cosplay at such a young age. Tsk tsk, I shook my head and thought to myself: It’s really hopeless.
But who would have thought that after that young man saw me? His pupils shrank and he hurriedly explained.
"Let him go, he is not from the detective agency!"
What responded to him was a deafening gunshot.
The young man knelt down on one knee in pain, looked at me with a pair of determined eyes with regret, and gritted his teeth tightly.
Seeing this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on my back.
These people are armed with real guns!
Although this idea is unlikely, I still can't help but suspect that I have really traveled into the world of Bungou Stray Dogs.
Ah, a little happy.
After all, the world before could no longer survive...
"Hiroji is here." The leading mafioso glanced into the distance and said.
Not long after he finished speaking, a black van rushed in front of us.
The young man was tied up and pushed to the trunk. And I received the same treatment, being thrown into the trunk like a chicken.
I admit that my height may not be very imposing, but this mafia boss, you are really over the top.
The car started moving.
The driver completely ignored the fact that there were two big people in the trunk and accelerated the car to the extreme. Naturally, the boy and I kept bumping into each other. Our shoulders hurt from the bumps, but we couldn't resist.
After a while, the speed of the car finally stabilized, and I was able to take the opportunity to sit up straight.
"Sorry, you were arrested because of me." The young man lowered his head and whispered.
The look of shame on his face penetrated my heart, and I couldn't say anything for a while.
"It's just thanks to you that I can take a trip." I leaned on the carriage and muttered casually.
But immediately after I said it, I regretted it. If you look at this sentence carefully, wouldn’t it mean that you were blaming him?
"Ahem, what's your name?" I added in order to ease the embarrassment.
"My name is Junichiro Tanizaki." The boy smiled.
In an instant, his smile became the only light source in the trunk.
"Tanizaki Junichiro?!" I shouted in disbelief.
After hearing this name, I became more convinced of the fact of time travel.
"Do you know me?" Junichiro Tanizaki asked, his tone revealing a hint of doubt.
"No," I shook my head hastily, "I just happen to have the same name as a friend of mine."
Tanizaki Junichiro glanced at me and hesitated to speak.
I knew in my heart that my excuse was really poor. It was normal for him to doubt me.
The Mafia's car continued to drive, and calm returned to the trunk.
My ears were also filled with non-stop rumbling sounds.
What is coming?
