Tsushima Shuji sat on the sofa and watched Midorikawa Mu smash all the remaining letters.
"Take a shower and go to bed~" He returned to the room briskly.
"Click." The door closed with a sound.
Behind the door was a dark room. He stood in the darkness, the expression on his face gradually disappearing.
He lay on his back on the bed with an expressionless face, staring blankly into the air.
"When will I get that garbage out of my mind?" He blinked and said to himself.
[That is your host memory, and the system has no right to clean it up. ] The system said cautiously.
"Memory?" Tsushima Shuji raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.
I really dare to say it.
"It's obviously just rubbish." He said expressionlessly.
The system stopped responding aloud, and he stopped asking.
Just closed my eyes.
He fell into a deep sleep after a long absence.
He hasn't slept in a long time.
Most of the time, I just close my eyes and count my heartbeats. When the 20,640th heartbeat rings, the sky will light up.
But he can control his heartbeat, even...
So these are meaningless to him.
And in the rare moments of sleep, he would always dream about the so-called past.
A past named [Lin Xiu].
In these memories called the past, the sky is always clear and bright, the people are always friendly and harmonious, and the world is full of vitality.
Lin Xiu... is excellent and popular.
Memories that are so perfect that they are false.
He would help an old man cross the street, stop a child who was almost hit by a car, and give up his seat to someone in need.
Lin Xiu is always full of sunshine.
Surrounded by people, full of laughter and laughter.
Shuji Tsushima stood outside the crowd, his face indifferent.
Gradually, the laughter stopped.
The world around him fell into darkness, with only the area where Tsujima Shuji stood at his feet still lit.
"Lin Xiu, wake up..."
"As long as you wake up, I will take care of all your homework from now on..."
"Senior and junior schoolmates are still waiting for you to come up with Gojou Enlightenment..."
"Don't sleep..."
"Please... wake up."
Someone's voice kept ringing out, and they had only one purpose, to wake up Lin Xiu.
Tsushima Shuji saw a figure appearing in front of him, belonging to...Lin Xiu.
"They are calling me back." Lin Xiu looked up at the dark sky above the world.
"Do you want to go back?" Lin Xiu turned to look at Tsushima Shuji.
They could see each other now.
18-year-old Lin Xiu and 14-year-old Shuji Tsushima stood face to face.
[Host, do you want to go back? Return to the original world. ] The sound of the system also sounded at the same time.
[If you are not happy with this mission... we can give up the mission. ] full of worry and concern.
Shuji Tsushima didn't speak, just remained silent.
"You won't go back." Lin Xiu looked at him, his face full of sadness.
"I can't go back either." Lin Xiu looked up at the sky where the shouts came from again, with melancholy eyes and a calm tone.
"Where do you want me to go back?" Tsushima Shuji looked at his so-called former self indifferently.
"Are you really me?" Tsushima Shuji raised his feet and walked towards Lin Xiu step by step.
Finally, the distance between the two was such that they could touch each other just by stretching out their hands.
"You..." Tsushima Shuji stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the other person.
Lin Xiu stood there, motionless and allowed him to move.
Tsushima Shuji raised his lips.
The next moment, his hand passed through the other person's chest and grabbed the beating heart.
Lin Xiu's figure was broken into many memory fragments.
"You are not me." Tsushima Shuji watched the memory fragments representing the so-called Lin Xiu's past fall to the ground.
Crushing the heart in his hand, the shattered heart fragments fell together with the memory fragments, and the world beneath his feet swallowed up these fragments like a swamp.
"As I said, it's just rubbish." He wrote lightly.
"Where do you want me to go back? System." He asked, looking at the dark surroundings.
Except for this world, other worlds do not belong to him, or...
None of them belong to him now.
Those worlds all proceed according to established routes, and...
Those worlds already have Osamu Dazai.
There cannot be two identical existences in one world.
Even if Osamu Dazai is dead in some worlds.
Except...this world.
The world is different.
[Host, you shouldn’t do this to Lin Xiu. ] The system answered the question incorrectly.
"Why not?" Shuji Tsushima asked with a chuckle.
[That is your past, your hope to become yourself...] The system explained.
"No, that's not my past." Tsushima Shuji refuted the system.
"It's just fake garbage."
"Don't you know? From a long time ago, I will not be affected by this memory." He asked with a smile in his tone.
"I've been doing myself since a long time ago." He said softly.
If your memory is fuzzy and confusing, forget about it.
Compared to those memories, everything he was experiencing was real.
Instinct may also deceive him, but...
No matter what, it is much more reliable than those false memories.
[...When did it start...] The system was silent for a while before making a sound.
"When I discovered that memory runs counter to instinct." Tsushima Shuji said casually.
Lin Xiu and him...
How could it be the same person?
Even if he had to do it over again a hundred times and a thousand times, Tsushima Shuji would still be Tsushima Shuji.
It is impossible to be anyone else.
No matter how the name and background change, the deepest essence of the soul never changes.
His world is... very different from that of ordinary Lin Xiu.
[...Your disguise is so good...] the system said dryly.
"If you don't bother me with this rubbish, I don't want to say it so directly." Shuji Tsushima sighed.
But these unnecessary junk memories often pop up, which is very annoying.
[...Oh...] The system continued dryly.
It's over, it's useless, what should I do?
It will be dealt with...
Or will he be swallowed up like Lin Xiu just now and become a part of the darkness.
"Just be honest and support me." Shuji Tsushima said with a bright smile.
System: Huh? ? ?
"Thank you for keeping you here." Shuji Tsushima sounded like you should be grateful.
[…Thank you host. ] The system was silent for a moment and thanked him seriously.
Actually...it's okay to be disposed of.
Anyway...
It already belonged to Osamu Dazai.
Already integrated into one.
[Do you need a new assignment? ]The system asked.
The host no longer needs to continue playing Osamu Dazai.
but……
It still needed to set a goal for him.
"Tell me about it?" Tsushima Shuji said with great interest.
[Destroy the world, or...]
[Become a leader. ]
…
The boy on the bed opened his iris-colored left eye, sat up from the bed, and was in a daze for a while.
The projector gave off a bright blue light.
A figure appeared on the screen.
"Good evening, Xiuji." The man in a black nightgown hugged the black cat and greeted him in a gentle and elegant tone.
"You look very happy." He said with a slight smile.
"Really? It seemed like I had a dream about cleaning up garbage just now. It's much easier now." Shuji Tsushima came back to his senses, but he didn't know what he meant.
He was just in a dream...
What have you done?
It seems that my memory is confused again, which is really troublesome.
"The garbage should be cleaned up early, what do you think?" the man said meaningfully.
"Ah." Tsushima Shuji said casually.
The memories in my mind are still chaotic and complicated, piled up in the deepest part.
It seems like something is missing, and it seems like...
Something more.
"What do you think of Hill? Is it fun?" The man asked with his fair, knuckled hands on the black cat's back.
"Hill...it's quite interesting." Tsushima Shuji thought about a certain cat that pretended not to speak, and chuckled.
"In this case, let it stay with you and play with you." The man decided with a relaxed attitude.
"No, I'll get tired of it before long anyway. It's just a little interesting." Tsushima Shuji decisively refused.
"So, how long can Xiuzhi maintain your interest in the destruction of a world?" the man asked calmly.
"No interest." Tsushima Shuji said expressionlessly.
Even if the world is destroyed...what does it have to do with him?
Destroying the world together is a romantic way to die.
But too many humans died together...
It's meaningless.
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