"This will be a crucial step, Si Yejun." Dazai's hand holding the chess piece hovered above the chessboard, his eyes leisurely.
To this day, he still hasn't shown me what was written on the piece of paper. He just told me that I wanted to play chess and that I could go out after the game was over.
There is only one last step left.
As long as he puts the black piece there, he can eat the white piece and be the final winner.
At this time, Dazai stood up and walked to a corner of the room. I saw him casually picking up a seemingly heavy decoration, saying "be careful", and then threw it towards me.
I jumped up like a frightened bird, and the decorative items hit the chessboard with a loud crash.
After the chessboard was destroyed, no one would know what happened next.
"Game over~" Dazai retracted his hand and put it into the pocket of his sand-colored windbreaker.
The black messy hair lay lazily on his head, making him look like a bewitching demon.
"The destroyed chessboard will never be restored again, and it will never be possible to tell who wins and who loses. He and I are both winners and losers. This is an absolutely fair game." Dazai's eyes passed through me, gloomy He glared at the transparent person in this room.
"Hahahaha," the hoarse and soft laughter sounded strangely familiar, "You are right, Dazai-kun."
I gritted my teeth and turned my head, looking for traces of that person.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the world suddenly became so bright that people could not open their eyes.
"See you in the next world."
"What do you mean? Mr. Dazai!..."
I lost my gravity unexpectedly, and was thrown to the ground again.
"Well..." My back hurt, and my mouth felt a little fishy and sweet.
"John Gribbin, sir." John stood in front of me with his bare feet and bowed head, his voice was muffled.
The anger in my heart suddenly rose, and I rarely wanted to beat a child.
"Do you believe in my existence?" He raised his head, his eyes were moist, and his nose showed a flush.
He cried.
"Believe it." I felt heartbroken for no reason, but my voice was still angry because my anger had not subsided.
"Hmm..." He nodded.
However, just when I thought things had stopped changing, John actually picked up a kunai in his backhand and struck me on the head.
I resisted with my backhand, and suddenly there was a heartbreaking pain, and the blood flowed uncontrollably.
I exerted force on my feet and jumped into the air with my skill. At the same time, I managed to get out my pocket watch and used it to successfully heal my wounds.
As soon as I landed, John caught up with me again.
His body was as fast as lightning, and his childish face was still childlike, but he revealed a murderous aura and determination out of thin air.
My legs swept across, but he took advantage of the situation and jumped up, like a tabby cat, and pounced on me.
The blood on my neck was flowing gurglingly, and my vision was blurred.
Like an instinctive reaction, the pocket watch suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light at this moment.
There was a flash of fear in John's eyes, he pursed his lips, stood up and jumped away.
My neck did not recover from it. I guess this blue light probably serves as a warning in some respects.
I raised my pocket watch, repaired the wound on my neck, stood up unsteadily, and prepared for the next attack.
"I actually hate them. They always ask me to kill people." Unexpectedly, John's face suddenly smiled again, and his face was filled with sadness.
"What do you mean?" My hands and feet were cold and numb.
"I am a carrier pigeon, and the carrier pigeon asked me to kill you." He approached me without leaving a trace, and there was only one step between us. "Don't you hate carrier pigeons? Come on, kill me."
"How is this possible?" I frowned and shouted, "If you hate homing pigeons, just leave and stay away from them. What's the point of dying!"
"But I'm already dead..." His voice was completely hoarse, and his tears could no longer be controlled.
"Dead? The cat's bones..." My eyes widened in disbelief.
"That's my body." John nodded.
"But you are already dead. I can't kill you even if I want to?"
"Yes, sir, your pocket watch is okay...please, is it okay?" John took another step forward and pressed against my body.
Hot tears wet my clothes.
Who said that? People with superpowers are somewhat abnormal.
"No, stop joking..." I pushed John away.
John was stunned, and a pair of small hands grabbed the air twice in confusion.
"My ability is to find cats. I ask someone a question. No matter whether the answer is right or wrong, there is a 50% chance that the other person will be transferred to a different space for a period of time. The chance of coming back is also only 50%. After returning, there is a 50% chance. Probabilistic thinking is influenced by the content of the question.”
"It's an endless cycle," I concluded, not knowing what he meant by that.
"So can I ask you another question?" John's tone was pleading.
"...Okay, you can ask."
"Do you believe I exist?"
"I believe it." Without any hesitation, I nodded and answered his question.
"Thank you...I will always remember your name, Mr. Watanabe Tsukasa."
Everything went back to the cave, and John disappeared.
I don't know if he is still hiding in a corner that I can't see, saying: "Sir, can I ask you a question..."
Click——
The cave began to collapse.
Tiny grains of sand rolled down from the cracks above my head and slid into my collar like cool water.
I got up and ran forward as if I was dead.
Seeing the cliff again, I jumped off without hesitation.
…
"Are they still awake?"
"Maybe not."
"Adun, go stab Dazai again. I suspect he is pretending to sleep."
"Huh? Isn't that bad, Mr. Kunikida?"
"If they don't wake up, who will write the report?"
"This, this is so inhumane."
"What did you say? They weren't hurt anyway."
My colleagues started arguing outside the ward as usual. I felt happy, opened my eyes and quietly twisted my wrist, and was about to get up.
"Shh," Dazai covered my mouth, "If they find out, we will have to write a report again! I don't want to work again just after completing the task!"
"Okay." I gave a thumbs up, rarely agreeing with Dazai's idea.
After all, I need some time to sort out my traumatized mind.
Bang——
When the door was pushed open, Dazai and I were stunned at the same time. We turned around and smiled awkwardly and said to Kunikida at the door: "What a coincidence~"
"What a coincidence?"
"Yeah, what a coincidence."
Kunikida picked up the pistol, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot again, and rushed towards the two of us, but Atsushi stopped him and hugged him halfway: "You two can do it, you two! Leave the detective in other places alone in such a dangerous place Not to mention, he came back first, lying here like a normal person and not working!..."
"Okay, Kunikida-kun, Detective Ayatsuji is fine now~"
"It's okay!"
"ah!"
A pistol flew over and hit the top of my head.
Atsushi stood there helplessly, watching Kunikida unilaterally abuse Dazai.
Ah, today is indeed the most ordinary day in the detective agency.
