When I woke up again, I was in an all-too-familiar room - this was Watanabe Tsubasa's dormitory, and it was also the past that Kirihara Sawa couldn't go back to.
I sat up from the bed in the bedroom, my neck was sore, as if I had just been picked up.
I shook my neck, and the black mist flashed in front of my eyes several times before I could finally see everything clearly.
At this time, I was shocked to find that I had been lying on the floor, and to my left was the bed I had slept on for two years.
Seeing this, I almost guessed who did it.
I put one hand on the bed and the other on the ground, barely pulling myself up from the ground.
Then, I met someone's smiling face.
"Wake up," Dazai turned sideways and lay down in an enchanting posture, "Oda is warming milk for us in the kitchen~"
After hearing this, I pretended to be obedient with a fake smile. However, I turned around and didn't even take two steps before I suddenly turned around, used my inertia to pounce on Dazai, and scratched his itchy flesh.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" After Dazai shouted a few times, he also chose to fight back in the same way.
Two people who have gone through hardships can finally be like children in the shelter for a while.
While we were having a good time, Oda pushed in the door, wearing an apron and holding milk like an old woman, looking at us helplessly.
"Hey, Dazai." Almost as soon as Oda spoke, Dazai rolled up from the bed and pretended to be fine with the wrinkles in his clothes.
"After enough trouble, let's talk about business, Xiao Siye~" Dazai said seriously.
I made a sound, sat up straight, and stretched my waist. In fact, I feel warm in my heart. After all, no one has called me by that name for a long time.
I sat stunned for a moment, then got off the ground and walked to the living room after a few seconds.
The floors were of the shoddy quality I was familiar with and made them creak when I stepped on them. And the curtains in this living room have never been closed since I left.
It should be early morning now, and the glare was so dazzling that I couldn't open my eyes for a while.
"Dazai," I thought of something, my tone dropped, and the emotion disappeared for a moment, "Why are you so harsh?"
Dazai spread his hands: "I separated from Akutagawa and the others yesterday. There were a lot of chores. I was worried that you would be in the way if you were awake."
"Thank you, who else treats me as a child except you."
"You're welcome. Xiao~ Si Ye." Dazai raised his head half way.
Oda sat on the cushion with a book halfway spread out on his knees, silently watching the two of us bickering without interrupting. The sunlight fell on him like it was fake.
"By the way, why did you call me here this time?" I frowned, not wanting to quarrel with him.
"I'll give you a new mobile phone." Dazai raised his hand and took out an all-too-familiar mobile phone from his trench coat pocket.
I just wanted to ask if this is my mobile phone? But when I opened the cover and pressed it a few times, I confirmed that it was just a phone that looked exactly like mine.
"Where was the cell phone I had on me earlier? Did you drop it?"
Dazai nodded proudly: "The old ones won't go, and the new ones won't come.
I nodded, put the phone in my pocket and told him with my eyes to continue.
"OK, it's okay." He arched his eyebrows.
"It's okay," I opened my mouth in surprise, "Then what was the purpose of that note before?"
"Guess what," Dazai laughed, "This war has always been fought through a turbulent culvert. We both know it. I called you here this time, in fact, just to take a look at you before the situation becomes completely chaotic."
"Or look at the complete you." Finally, Dazai added.
It was rare that I didn't talk back to him, because as soon as I met his dark eyes, I instantly understood what he meant. I raised my pocket watch and put a tight barrier around the room.
"This will be our secret base from now on~" Dazai seemed completely relieved this time, and his shoulders slumped.
I smiled back: "Yeah, shelter."
…
It was getting dark soon, and another day passed. I should go back around the time, otherwise I'm afraid Zhong will go directly to the detective agency building.
After saying goodbye, I put my hands in my pockets, put them on, and staggered forward under the moonlight.
There were very few people on the road at this time, so I was the only one whose shadow was stretched very long.
But at such a peaceful moment, I just felt a dark wind coming from behind. And the moment I turned around, the street lights suddenly went out, and the dagger pointed silently into the darkness.
I could clearly feel that person's breath stagnating for a moment and then suddenly disappeared. But soon, more turbulent murderous intent emerged.
I waved the dagger, and the sound of broken jade was clear to my ears, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in my heart.
"Han Fei?" I asked.
But unfortunately, before anyone could answer me, a thicker darkness came silently.
Early the next morning.
The moonlight avoided, the curtains were pulled down, and the remnants left by the last good show were cleared away, leaving the space as empty as ever as a new cemetery.
Under the clear sky, the Port Mafia building remained silent.
Mori Ogai got up very early, but forgot to take care of his hair.
He frowned, not even knowing what he was thinking.
It was rare that Alice didn't make a fuss today, but his mind was still in a mess and he couldn't explain why.
At this time, the sun's angle suddenly changed, hitting Mori Ogai's mirror socket, like the cold light when a scalpel was waved many years ago.
Although not many people call him, Mori Ogai still thinks that the ringtone of his mobile phone is noisy, so he has long since changed it to vibrate. At this moment, it was rare for anyone to bother him.
Mori Ogai answered the phone, put it to his ear for a few seconds and then his expression changed slightly.
After hanging up the phone, he put on his coat and walked quietly into the mist.
…
The fog gradually deepened, the light dimmed slightly, and time was suddenly replaced.
It was in this atmosphere that Mori Ogai met the unconscious and seriously injured cadre - Kirihara Sawa.
In fact, when he saw the figure clearly, Sen thought he was dead. But due to the responsibility of a guardian, he still used his hand to check the air.
Fortunately, I'm still breathing.
Mori Ogai sighed, thinking that this was a poor child.
In the face of death, hesitating for one second is a sin.
Mori Ogai carried Kirihara Sawa on his back and embarked on the road to the underground clinic step by step.
…
I have lost count of how many dreams I had in the hours after I almost died.
The few things I can remember are the time when I first met Tanizaki, when Dazai first became my teacher, and the countless times of quiet enjoyment in the bookstore.
But such beautiful memories seemed to have faded away in that dark light. In the illusion, the big dream of the world is desolate. I am like a passer-by, staying out of the world, in a place without paradise, closing my eyes and feeling them go away.
"Are you awake?" Mori Ogai looked at me with concern when he saw me opening my eyes.
I just felt that this scene was very familiar, and I slowly sat up in surprise: "What's wrong with me?"
Hearing this, Mori Ogai stopped playing with the scalpel, raised his eyelids and stared at me and asked, "Have you forgotten?"
"Forgot something?" As soon as I put my hand on my head, I felt a small pain caused by the friction of the cloth on my body.
I lifted up my sleeves and saw that my body was covered with bandages, and the smell of iodine filled my nostrils.
"You forgot," Mori Ogai said, "you also suffered from amnesia like this before you disappeared."
