Miss Izayoi Mochizuki got off the car at a street corner.
All that was left was a book.
"sinner"
Shuji Tsushima turned to the first page, and what caught his eye was the introduction of the author.
Izayoi Mochizuki is a writer in the Kasuga magazine department.
And... a short story before the story.
[Beisen knelt in front of the statue and asked whether wishful love and trust is sinful. ]
[If this is the case, it is unclear whether the person who is loved and trusted is guilty. ]
[Almighty, omnipotent and incompetent God...could he also be a sinner? ]
"In this case...the world is full of sinners..." Tsushima Shuji roughly flipped through the entire book.
The protagonist Beisen is an ordinary man with a secret crush. The only thing worth mentioning is that he is a fanatical believer at the beginning of the story.
People who have a crush on wishful thinking, and people who know nothing about the people they have a crush on.
Bystanders who join in the fun, and parties who pretend to be ignorant.
The protagonist imitates the appearance of a clown and makes others laugh.
Looking at the world from Beisen's perspective, he finds that the world is filled with sin.
At the end of the story, Beisen, who had killed someone, stood in front of the statue and looked at his hands.
[I'm guilty. ]
Tsushima Shuji closed the book and put it aside.
Although the book didn't say that Kitamori killed anyone, Tsushima Shuji saw it.
The words and plot may be shocking to others, but to him...
Not dark and depressing enough.
But considering the other person's age, he is indeed considered a genius.
Shuji Tsushima: You can do it with me, a genius writer? Bring it to you.
Ahem, just saying.
It is better to be a painter than to be a writer.
Shuji Tsushima is inexplicably confident in his painting skills.
"Master Tsushima, we are here." He Xiang reminded him in a low voice when he closed the book.
The car had already driven into a property in the suburbs.
Typical Gothic castle architecture.
Plus a corner filled with white roses.
Eerie and beautiful, it’s the perfect setting for a horror movie.
Shuji Tsushima lived here for a while when he was a child, with his adoptive father.
"Xiu Zhi, long time no see." The man who was pushed out in a wheelchair with a thin blanket covering his legs said in a gentle tone.
The man with black hair and black eyes looks elegant and handsome, and his complexion is pale and bloodless.
There is indeed some similarity to Shuji Tsushima.
Shuji Tsushima:......
"Long time no see, uncle, are you okay?" Tsushima Shuji walked up to him and asked politely.
"I'm still the same, and Shuji is still as polite as when he was a child." Haruhiko Oba smiled gently and stretched out his hand to touch the other person's head, but then withdrew his hand.
"I almost forgot, Xiuji, you have grown up and grown taller. My uncle can no longer touch your head in a wheelchair." His words were helpless and full of regret.
He looked at his legs under the thin blanket and sighed softly.
Shuji Tsushima: ...Please change your number quickly.
"It doesn't matter, uncle can always treat me as a child." The boy said and squatted next to the wheelchair.
"Xiuji is such a good boy." Haruhiko Oba touched the other person's head with satisfaction.
Shuji Tsushima: Thank you.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong..." He Xiang couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Mr. Haruhiko has kept everything here as it was when Master Tsushima once lived, and has Master Tsushima's room cleaned every day..." He Xiang said with emotion as he wiped his tears.
Shuji Tsushima: ...Actually, it’s all the credit of those employees.
"Then I'll take my leave and won't disturb Mr. Haruhiko and Master Tsushima." He Xiang left voluntarily.
Only Tsushima Shuji, who was accompanied by a group of bodyguards, and Oba Haruhiko, who was also accompanied by a group of bodyguards, were left looking at each other in silence.
The only one who remained silent was Shuji Tsushima.
Haruhiko Oba always has a gentle smile.
"Let Xiuji push me." He said to the bodyguard pushing the wheelchair behind him.
"It's been a long time since I've had Xiuzhi push my wheelchair." He sighed with memories.
Tsushima Shuji lowered his eyes and obediently stepped forward to push him forward.
"Yeah, it's been a long time."
At first, he asked Tsushima Shuji, who was not taller than a wheelchair, to push the wheelchair for him.
Just a few steps and no one else around.
Even if Oba Haruhiko stood up and walked like flying, no one would know.
However, he just forced Tsushima Shuji to push him.
The young Tsushima Shuji pushed him step by step, and the other party would deliberately trip the young Tsushima Shuji.
Then he looked at Shuji Tsushima, who was sitting on the ground with an expressionless face, and began to laugh mercilessly.
"Clang--" The wheelchair hit the steps on the side.
"Cough...cough..." Tsushima Shuji stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and coughed. When he put his hand down, it was covered with blood.
At the same time, Oba Haruhiko also put down the blood-stained handkerchief.
"Mr. Haruhiko! Master Shuji! ...Quick! Get another wheelchair for Master Shuji to use." A bodyguard immediately rushed up and gave anxious orders.
The two people who were coughing and vomiting blood looked at each other.
Shuji Tsushima was pushed into a wheelchair.
He and Haruhiko Oba were pushed forward together.
Shuji Tsushima: ...Just stop walking from now on.
Let Gin or Bourbon push my wheelchair.
It feels quite convenient/Hey~
"Cough..." Haruhiko Oba made a fist in front of his mouth and coughed lightly.
Shuji Tsushima: Are you laughing...
I saw it.
"You all go out, Xiuji stays and chats with me." In Oba Haruhiko's room, he ordered other bodyguards.
Only Shuji Tsushima in a wheelchair and himself were left.
"Is neon fun? Xiuji." The man put away the blanket, stood up and sat on the office chair nearby.
"...It's quite boring." Shuji Tsushima was sitting in a wheelchair, looking depressed.
"Really...what can make you happy?" The man sat on the chair and sighed.
"...Have you found something that makes you happy?" Shuji Tsushima answered the question.
"That's right." The man stood up, walked behind Tsushima Shuji, stretched out his hand and pushed the wheelchair naturally.
Pushing the person to the window, he stepped forward and opened the curtains to let the sunlight shine into the house.
"Can't that interesting experimental subject also give you some fun?" He held the wheelchair with both hands and lowered his head and asked.
"...Barely passing the time." Tsushima Shuji lowered his eyes and looked at the rose bushes outside the window before standing up.
Holding the window sill with one hand, he jumped up lightly, sat on the window sill and looked up at the sky.
"That's enough, their value." Haruhiko Oba said in a low voice.
"What do you want to do now? Xiuji." He asked standing behind the boy.
"I don't want to do anything." The young man's eyes were empty and he lowered his head. The next moment, he fell face down.
"You really like to joke with me."
He stood in the house, watching the boy on the balcony wearing only a white shirt fall from the sky, shaking his head in a gentle tone.
The boy fell into the rose bushes downstairs.
The bandage was scratched by the thorns of the rose, and the blood dyed the white bandage red.
It's like there are countless red roses blooming on the body.
Shuji Tsushima turned over among the flowers, overwhelming more roses and leaving more marks on his body with their thorns.
Love reading books
He saw the figure disappear from the room above.
"Are you happy now? Xiuzhi." The wheelchair stopped leisurely outside the flowers.
Don't ask why he jumped suddenly.
"Ah." Tsushima Shuji blinked.
The blood from the cut at the corner of his eye dripped into his eye.
"Get up, don't leave any scars on your face." The man in the wheelchair stretched out his hand.
