"Hello, hello."
A dagger was inserted into the soil in front of Chao Wu at lightning speed, exploding into a wave of smoke.
I knocked over a few "people" and stood next to Oda.
Oda's pressure instantly eased a lot, but he didn't thank me. On the contrary, his eyes seemed to ask me why I didn't hide it properly.
I shrugged.
Oda glanced away helplessly.
"It's you," Asagiri said slightly surprised, "What kind of combination are you two?"
The "people" around him felt Chaogiri's surprised emotion, like a machine that had been powered off, its movements stagnant in mid-air.
"What do you mean?" Oda secretly took away my dagger.
"A semi-finished product, a finished product," Chao Wu's eyelashes half-covered, casting a shadow, "Don't think that all the sudden awakenings are coincidences, Watanabe."
I froze on the spot, and a switch seemed to be turned on in my mind: "Could it be that my memory was... made up by you?"
"That's not a very correct explanation. Kirihara's memory is real, but I gave it to you. Otherwise, do you think everything would be so easy?" Kirihara shook his head, as if he was laughing at my stupidity.
"Then what's your point?" I raised my eyes with difficulty.
"A game creator." Chaogiri rubbed his neck and made an unbearable "gurgle" sound.
He raised his hand, and the notes he was writing just now were raised to the sky, along with a lit match.
Even Oda, who had such good dynamic vision, did not realize when he completed all these actions.
Oda's jaw tensed into a sharp arc, and in his extreme nervousness, the gun in his hand missed several arcs.
And it was too late for me to stop it.
The match has set the notebook on fire.
The fire was like a small furry beast, greedily devouring the paper and growing in size. The warm light illuminated the three people present, each of them highlighting their different expressions.
I noticed that as the papers melted one by one, black shadows appeared out of thin air and fell on the ground. They were tall, thin, and of different shapes.
I was so smoked that I couldn't open my eyes, and I could vaguely see the black shadow pulling into a human shape.
"……run……"
A distorted sound came from here, and I couldn't figure out its origin.
I only felt my wrist being clamped violently, and then my whole body flew out uncontrollably.
Following the sudden feeling of weightlessness, there was a dull pain as his face hit the ground.
I was thrown out in such a state of embarrassment.
Fortunately, no one from Mafia saw it, otherwise it would be embarrassing.
I supported the ground with both hands, and when I stood up, I didn't forget to look around at the situation.
Oda's eyes narrowed into a straight line, and there were traces of dirt on his right cheek. It looked like he was thrown out as well.
Seeing the same bad treatment he received, I suppressed a smile and suddenly remembered that there should be no one else there except the three of us.
And Chaogiri can't save us from the fire or water no matter what.
On the contrary, even if there was water and fire, it was all caused by him.
"Ahem..." There was a cough behind me.
Almost instantly, I relied on instinct to spring over, grabbed the dagger and stabbed behind me.
Behind him, where the firelight shines, the smile of the person coming is pale, and the blood on his face is like a river, the old and the new alternate with each other, showing mercy throughout his life.
"Leader... Mr. Dazai!" I gathered my strength in panic and tried again.
Dazai shook his head, his bitter smile disappearing.
I realized something and turned around. Oda's back was straight and dark due to the backlight.
A group of black shadows were ready to move in the raging fire.
"Those things Asagiri wrote are not dead." Oda's tone dropped, and his mood was obvious.
"Then the medium is gone, isn't it?"
"Ahem, Si Ye-kun," Dazai said leisurely, "Many times, the medium is just a transfer, and the real effect is still on the person with the superpower himself."
I understood instantly, and with a rare sudden relief in my heart, I smiled and said, "Then it seems that this task must be mine."
"Kirihara is smaller among us, so it is indeed more suitable." Seeing Dazai pondering for a moment, Oda thought he was worried, so he took the initiative to defend himself.
But I know very well that he is definitely not worried about this. Even if he is worried, he never shows it.
"I'm afraid Asagiri has gone far away now," Dazai shook his head, "but it looks like an old friend can help~"
Dong dong dong——
The sound of the wooden cane hitting the ground was particularly clear at this moment.
An old man with white hair came from the darkness, and the feathers on the ground grew and scattered.
Tagore's eyebrows were displeased: "The hint is too obvious, Dazai."
Dazai's silence just now was to give Tagore room to appear. It's a pity that this old gentleman didn't appreciate it very much and insisted on asking someone to say a few more words before he would appear.
I frowned and smiled to myself: He is really an old friend.
"Are you going to go?" Tagore gave me a rare brief glance.
I nodded.
He sneered.
I thought I would be waiting for a burst of ridicule, but unexpectedly, a strong wind suddenly rose in an instant, and the fire beside us was forced back several meters. One after another, white feathers wrapped tightly around me, shrouding all my five senses in a hazy state.
Suddenly, I heard him say: "Boy, I don't know his exact location now. I can only rely on an old thing he left in me to teleport you to a place some distance away from him."
"You have to be careful when you land. Based on my experience and understanding of him. Chaogiri is most likely not in this world..."
If it's not in this world, then where is it?
Before I could open my mouth, my world was exposed in an instant.
All five senses are lost.
…
The alley is dark and damp.
I was lying on the ground, with two extreme feelings of heat and cold appearing at the same time, making it almost difficult for me to open my eyes and feel it carefully.
To my surprise, such a wonderful feeling actually gave rise to a familiar feeling deep in my heart.
"Ah..." I sighed and raised my eyelids.
The imaginary sunshine did not sting my eyes. At this moment, the sky is overcast and a heavy rain is coming.
I got up from the ground. After leaving the ground, the pain in my body was much less.
Mr. Tagore is right.
I held my right arm and walked out of the alley listening to the noise.
The scenery here is very similar to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River in China. It is antique, but it is a little sluggish for some reason. I walked about two hundred meters, but not only did I not leave the alley, I didn't hear any people.
The alley where I am is sandwiched between two ancient buildings that are not very high. The smoky gray walls are hung with tightly closed paper windows.
The alley is not high, but I looked up and felt a sense of caution in my heart.
This is definitely not the literary country I am familiar with, but it is also not the China I had before.
I couldn't walk any more, so I squatted down in one place. As soon as my butt hit the ground, that feeling came over me again.
The sky was dark and gloomy, as if it had never changed since the moment I woke up.
At this time, I forced myself to calm down and look at what I was wearing at the moment.
On my body is Kirihara Sawa's black hoodie when I was on the IF line.
This outfit is undoubtedly familiar and unexpected.
Boom--boom--boom--
At this time, the sound of bells came from a distance, which was sacred and clear.
Listening to this sudden strange sound, the pain in my body eased a lot.
The paper window on the wall trembled slightly, a sign that someone was about to open it.
I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stared at it carefully.
The paper window was opened, or to be precise, it was more like being knocked open. A ghostly black shadow floated out of the window, slowly and hazy. I tried to identify what it was, but I couldn't focus my eyes anyway.
At the same moment, the bell became louder, and a golden light spread from the distance. The black shadow had obviously found its way back, and like lightning, it rushed over.
The paper windows opened one after another with a crisp sound.
To this day, I still don’t know how to describe the strange scene.
Countless black shadows form a thick fog that covers the sky, trying to cover up the golden light, but they are eager for it impatiently. The golden light was obviously superior, swallowing up the black shadow like a prey.
And the heavy rain finally came down.
The heat on my body finally disappeared, only the cold remained.
One thing dies and another grows.
