After this, no one with a big heart can ignore this matter anymore.
Isshiki began to suffer from insomnia, and she began to feel that everything around her was following her and trying to work against her.
This is a very typical neurosis, and Isshiki knows it very well.
Probably because she was extremely interested in psychology when she was a child, she was very confident that she could cure herself, so no one except herself knew about it.
Later, it turned out that this informal psychological intervention had a certain effect on herself.
She had not dreamed for six whole days.
But accidents will never be caught by the tail.
One night, on the way to a restaurant. It was still the same bowl of soup, which was reassuring because there was no boy in the soup.
Isshiki wiped his lips with satisfaction, touched up his makeup and walked leisurely home.
Then, she saw the figure at the end of the road.
That boy!
With a strange wind, the outer layer of the coat was looming in the night, and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth was sinister and unsuitable for his age.
He looked up with a smile, and Isshiki was pretty sure he saw him.
At that moment, the nightmare came true. The young girl's psychological defense completely collapsed and she screamed heartbreakingly.
"Then I didn't know how I got home...but I'm pretty sure that person was you!" After saying that, Isshiki changed his previous gentleness and stabbed my flesh and blood with his eyes fiercely.
I covered my head with my hands and shook it without saying a word.
Maybe he thought I was feeling unwell due to some stimulation, so Kunikida responded and sent Isshiki back. After he came back, he sat across from me and opened and closed his mouth several times.
"That's impossible..." I looked up with a wry smile and met Kunikida's worried and serious expression.
"What's impossible?" he asked.
"Isshiki was only found by Tokugawa in the past three days. Moreover, Tokugawa told me that after Isshiki was found, he was diagnosed as a vegetative state and will never recover in this life."
Since I took over the last case involving girls, I naturally have more information than others.
It's all like a paradox, I'm exhausted from the conversation.
Isshiki is now lying in bed, relying on a ventilator to maintain life, and the former girl group has disappeared.
So what was it that I was just talking to, could it be a real person?
Isshiki has suddenly become my nightmare.
I almost collapsed on the couch.
There was the sound of footsteps behind me, and soft fabric was placed on my cheek. When I opened my eyes, it was a sandy color, and Dazai was gently rubbing my shoulders.
“A lot of things don’t happen overnight, and neither do people,” he said.
"Everyone will eventually become transparent like a dragonfly, and everything from the internal organs to the bones will disappear... But Mr. Dazai, do you understand? She gives me the feeling that she will never disappear. It's so scary. "I replied, feeling very tired.
Upon hearing the answer, Dazai chuckled. It didn't sound like a sarcasm, but it made my heart tremble.
"If you really think so, Mr. Si Ye, you will fall into the pit dug by pigeons."
My field of vision brightened up, and I was stunned for a long time before I suddenly realized that I had opened my eyes.
"Yuege is indeed a wordsmith." I said sarcastically.
Looking up, Dazai was looking at me with a smile.
"Mr. Kunikida, can you contact Mr. Hanabukuro for me? I need his help in checking some information."
"Cheer up," Kunikida stood up and stretched his neck, "Okay, but you should come too."
"Ah, no problem." I responded.
On the way to Hanabukuro's residence, Kunikida's peripheral vision fell on me several times.
He kept wanting to say something, but never said it, which made me feel uncomfortable.
"Mr. Kunikida, just say what you want to say."
"It's nothing, I just saw that when Isshiki mentioned that figure, you seemed to be in pain."
pain?
I was noncommittal. Recalling my reaction just now, it was really easy for people to misunderstand.
"Fortunately, I just had a headache just now. Maybe the figure Miss Isshiki mentioned really brought back some unnecessary memories for me."
I mean before coming to Fumino.
"Yes." Kunikida nodded and remained silent.
It felt like he had misunderstood something, but I didn't have time to say anything else because I had already arrived at Huabang's house.
As usual, Kunikida kicked open the flower bag door, walked quickly to his bed, and pulled him out.
"Whoaaah—" he cried out in horror.
"Senior Huabang, can you help me?" I felt embarrassed and smiled.
Hanabukuo looked at me for a few times. As soon as Kunikida let go, he fell to the ground with a thud, and then got back into bed like a mollusk.
"What are you looking for?" he asked in a low voice.
"All the itineraries of the girl group "Sky Butterfly". "
"Um."
In the blink of an eye, all the electronic equipment in the room glowed with a light blue halo. It was probably the color of my power, so I enjoyed the atmosphere very much.
Kaka——
The machine started running, and the sound was regular and a suitable white noise. Programs I didn't recognize were typed line by line on the screen. After five minutes, the word END finally appeared.
On the left hand side, a USB was spit out from a device similar to a drum washing machine.
"take it."
"Thanks."
There was no reply, and I seriously suspected that he was asleep.
After taking the USB, I was carried out by Kunikida.
"This guy is totally hopeless!" he muttered angrily.
I smiled, and a line of words suddenly appeared in my mind: Me and my resentful friends.
Back at the detective agency, I plugged the USB into my computer. The file is not big and it was displayed within a short time, but I don’t know why Huabang took so long to find it.
The name of this document is "Sky Butterfly 2022", and I couldn't help but smile to myself. Just by looking at the name, I might have thought it was some kind of spy organization operating.
But then I couldn’t laugh anymore. Here I will pick out the important part and record it.
2022.6.5 Mermaid performance begins
2022.6.26 Due to special reasons, the performance is suspended
2022.7.24 Due to special reasons, the performance is suspended
2022.9.4 Mermaid performance enters an important stage
2022.9.17 The handover of the collaboration was successful and the performance can continue
The following performances are tentatively scheduled.
All departments are asked to be prepared.
After reading it, I felt a sense of trance. I glanced at the lower right corner of the computer and saw that today is indeed 2022.9.17.
But this form gave me the illusion of predicting the future.
It was obviously an itinerary, but he had even arranged when the accident would occur.
I can't think of any other explanation other than someone writing with supernatural powers.
Also, what is a collaboration?
As far as I know, a collaboration should refer to several schools holding exams together.
Is it possible that artists also have to take exams? How many art schools are together called a collaboration?
There seemed to be errors in my thinking, and the mystery was getting bigger and bigger.
