The black-haired boy with wild eyes stood in front of the bathroom mirror and bent over to wash his face.
Because the blood on his face was almost dry, and the tight feeling was very uncomfortable.
As for the bandages…
He removed the bandage wrapped around his right eye and skillfully took out a brand new bandage.
"Need help?" A voice suddenly came.
Except for Tsushima Shuji, there was no one else in the bathroom.
"No, I can do it myself." Tsushima Shuji calmly rejected the other self that appeared in the mirror.
"As a leader, it seems that you don't have time to commit suicide." The figure in the mirror whispered.
"What does it matter? Didn't he commit suicide in the end?" Shuji Tsushima said lightly.
"And... you are not the real Osamu Dazai who became the leader and had no time to commit suicide, and neither am I."
"So if you want to commit suicide, go ahead and commit suicide! You must commit suicide in a clear and energetic manner!" Shuji Tsushima encouraged him cheerfully.
"...You can't die." The figure in the mirror said.
Even though he knew that he could not die, he still committed suicide again and again, and all he got was pain.
But unlike the main body, he has no pain.
So suicide is just a futile effort for him.
"...Don't say such disappointing things." Tsushima Shuji said leisurely.
It's really disappointing and makes people feel unhappy.
"There is no need to do the task, so you should be responsible for handling the affairs." Tsushima Shuji sighed.
"I'm working hard for our dream." He cheered up again.
"Bye." Then he said goodbye perfunctorily and left.
The figure in the mirror slowly disappeared after he left.
Bourbon and Scotland were still standing outside the door at this moment, listening intently to what was going on in the house.
Finally I heard footsteps coming.
They immediately stood up straight and made nonchalant expressions.
When Shuji Tsushima walked out of it, Bourbon said in a pretendingly indifferent tone: "Who do you feel...who are you now?"
Shuji Tsushima smiled.
"Cahor, Osamu Dazai, Shuji Tsushima..."
"I can be anyone." He said.
"Let's go see Chablis, but I've never heard that the teacher is good at psychology..." Bourbon said thoughtfully.
It would be better to say that their teacher, Chablis's own mental state and mental condition are also quite...worrying.
"In terms of psychology... let's find someone else." Scotland couldn't help but say.
If there is a physical problem, they unconditionally trust Chablis to help them cure it, but psychologically...
There are not many normal people in the organization, and no one takes it seriously.
Chablis wouldn't care if he knew.
It's better to find an outside doctor.
"...Call Gomame over." Bourbon decided after thinking for a moment.
Although the other party once said with a painful expression that he could not do anything about Tsushima Shuji's situation, and said that he was also made wrong by Tsushima Shuji, but...
The other party should still know a lot about psychology.
Bourbon and Scotland also understand, but after all, they are not professional psychologists.
You still need to find a professional.
"Will he come?" Scotland simply asked.
The other party didn't even look back when he ran away. Now let the other party come back on his own...
"He will come, you just need to tell him that we found out about his transactions with certain people." Shuji Tsushima said while sitting on the sofa, his tone was determined and calm.
Bourbon looked at Tsujima Shuji and took out his cell phone to call Gome.
There were many people's phone calls in his mobile phone, but he did not save them. Instead, he had to search for them in the call records.
Most of them are intelligence dealers, black marketeers and the like.
"Gui'an, what do you want to see me for at this time?" The man's voice on the other side of the phone carried the smile of a businessman.
"Come to the apartment." Bourbon said in a cold voice, like an order.
"...Reason?" Cangmu's voice was hesitant.
"See a doctor." Bourbon continued to answer coldly.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I don't seem to be free. I made an appointment with other customers at this time..." The man opposite suddenly laughed apologetically, saying that he couldn't make it.
"We already know the deal you made with those people." Bourbon said.
The man's voice on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly.
"Sure enough, we were discovered... I'll be right over." Rangome said helplessly.
Bourbon hung up the phone without hesitation after getting the answer he wanted.
"He'll be there soon." Bourbon sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs.
Twenty minutes later, the figure of Kitagawa Murasuu in a white coat hurriedly appeared downstairs in the apartment.
Shuichi Akai, who was monitoring the area around the apartment, quickly discovered it.
As soon as he saw the other party's figure, he recognized the other party's identity.
Osamu Kitagawa, Shuji Tsushima's psychiatrist.
The other party hurriedly appeared here at this time, and he must be looking for Tsushima Shuji, so...
What makes the other party appear here at this moment?
What happened to Tsushima Shuji to make him so hasty?
Unfortunately, there was no way to install monitors and bugs upstairs, and there was no way to enter Tsushima Shuji's apartment to install bugs.
Otherwise it wouldn't be all guesswork now.
But if you use your brain to guess...
It seems that after Tsushima Shuji killed that man with his own hands... he wasn't really completely indifferent.
After all, when he heard that burst of laughter, Akai Shuichi thought that the other party was crazy.
The appearance of a psychiatrist confirmed his suspicion.
Tsushima Shuji's already serious mental state may become even more serious after this incident.
As for how serious it will be...
Akai Shuichi is not sure either.
After all, many patients with severe mental illness choose to commit suicide in order to find relief.
Can I trade with the other party again in the future? Buy Tsushima Shuji new diagnostic situation?
But it may be necessary to change a group of people to do the transactions.
Akai Shuichi thought to himself.
At this moment, Gome was sitting upright in front of Tsujima Shuji, Bourbon, and Scotland, explaining with serious expressions.
"The information I sold to them is all false. It's all nonsense. After all, I don't know much about the young master's true situation..."
"I don't know their identities, but information dealers will not refuse any deal, even if they are not dealing with me as an information dealer, but with me as a doctor."
"You should understand this kind of occupational disease, right?" he asked seeking recognition.
"What did you tell them?" Bourbon asked with interest.
He wanted to hear how false the news about the sale of Longmu was.
"It's... multiple personality disorder, inability to distinguish one's identity, severe depression, world-weariness, pessimism, severe self-destructive mood, and frequent suicidal behavior..." Long Mu said calmly.
Bourbon and Scotland fell silent.
This news... to a certain extent, it seems to be real news.
