Another World Bookstore in Yokohama

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What should I write?In fact, he didn't know either.

At noon, in the Armed Detective Agency.

Atsushi Nakajima sat at his desk, holding a pen, pausing on the notebook, writing a short story that he had agreed with Izumi Jinghua before.

He knew the next development of the plot, and it would be over in a few thousand words.But during the plot, there are many small details inside.How to describe it is difficult.

Also, the first word is really difficult!

Now he is actually the only one in the detective agency, and Quan Jinghua was taken away by someone and taken out to play.

Just him.

A person.

Atsushi Nakajima:  …

"Ugh."

Inexplicably feeling a little lonely.

But don't think so much, hurry up and write down this content.Anyway, there are only these words left, and the content of the plot is known, so write it quickly!

brush brush --

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back here

"What's in your pocket?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke pointed to a white corner exposed from the small pocket of Atsushi Nakajima's black trousers.

"It's nothing, it's not a big deal, don't care, don't care." Nakajima Atsushi was a little flustered.

"Really? It's obvious that there is no silver 300 taels here." The boy laughed.

"I also....."

"You're embarrassed to say it. In other words, is it appropriate to be ashamed of showing it in front of my servant?"

"..."

"If you really don't want to say it, I won't force you." Akutagawa Ryunosuke expressed his understanding, "Sometimes there are always things that are hard to say."

Atsushi Nakajima lowered his eyes, "It's not impossible to say..."

He took out the few sheets of paper.

"This is something I wrote."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa took it and looked down, "Yes."

"only these?"

There were only five sheets of paper in his hand, calculated as [-] words on a piece of manuscript paper, excluding punctuation and spaces on the first line, the total was less than [-] words.Even if it is a short story, it is not an ordinary short story.

Of course, there are such short ones.

"No, no, no," Atsushi Nakajima waved his hand, "These are just the next few photos, I still haven't finished polishing some."

"Hey," Akutagawa Ryunosuke responded lightly, and he held up the few pieces of paper he just got, "Can I let you take a look?"

"can."

You already have it all.Atsushi Nakajima secretly slandered.

After that, only the quiet sound of flipping through the pages remained in the space.

One piece, one piece.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke watched carefully.

And Atsushi Nakajima sat opposite, clasping his hands nervously and sitting on the ground, looking at the boy opposite.

Then finally turned to the last page.

After reading the last word, Akutagawa Ryunosuke let out a deep breath.

He was silent for a moment, then looked at Atsushi Nakajima: "This article,"

Atsushi Nakajima raised his heart, nervously waiting for the verdict.

But Akutagawa stopped talking, closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was listening to something.

"That, Akutagawa." He stopped in the middle of speaking, and Atsushi Nakajima saw the other party's index finger against his lips.

Does this mean don't talk?

Why, oh yes, it's that thief!

Atsushi Nakajima also became serious, his whole body tensed up, ready to turn into a tiger under the moon at any time.

A few seconds later, Ryunosuke Akutagawa stood up suddenly, using the power of [Rashomon] to bounce and move forward quickly.

Atsushi Nakajima stood up and was about to run along with him when his face was covered with a blank sheet of paper.

Atsushi Nakajima:  …

I took it down and saw that it was my manuscript paper, and what was written on the back——

[Ambush in the atrium. 】

Is this already arranged...

It feels like my plans are going nowhere.

"Oh." Atsushi Nakashima sighed.

But he still followed what Akutagawa said honestly. After all, others had already acted first, and the goal was the same. If he operated on his own, he would be making trouble.And, looking at Akutagawa Ryunosuke's confident look.

In other words, it looks like a winning ticket is in hand.

This way of working is really, a bit cool.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke: ...You're not right.

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【Origin Bookstore】

In the Armed Detective Agency, Osamu Dazai, who was fishing in his office, was browsing the webpage boredly. At this moment, an advertisement pop-up window suddenly appeared on the screen in front of him.

The man's eyes widened in surprise.

Is this advertising?The boss's bookstore has finally advertised? !

But like this kind of computer, it shouldn't be a simple plane picture, right?It's the kind that can jump to a webpage——

Osamu Dazai opened with emotion.

It was exactly as he expected.

This is an online book shopping platform.

The content of the platform is very rich, with various divisions and lists. Most of the books are in the bookstore, and it seems that there are some books that are not in the bookstore. There are various languages, in short, there are many kinds.In addition, the way of purchasing books is related to major online trading media.

In addition, there are many other functions that have never been seen before and are novel and tight.

And there are many more hidden.

Then there are guide lines and book discussion areas (book clubs).

If you talk about these functions in detail, you may not be able to finish it all day and night. Many of them are brand-new concepts and designs. They are dazzling, but they can be used quickly without confusion.

"But the bookstore is nearby, so it seems that there is no need to use the Internet?" Osamu Dazai said.

"But I really want to know what is their delivery method? Or, what is the express delivery method?"

While talking about it, I placed an order.

I bought "Dancing Girl" by Mori Ogai.

The browser jumps to a new page, and the rotating little chrysanthemum says it will be sent in 5 minutes.

Anyway, 5 minutes is not too long, just wait and see.Osamu Dazai thought.

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New York, USA.

Combined loft.

John was lying on the big sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a mobile phone in his hand and looking at an APP page that he had just entered through the pop-up window.

"Online bookstore?" The man whispered.

Moreover, he seemed to have heard of the name of this bookstore, it was the one where Fitzgerald bought books before.

The books inside are very interesting.

Then I picked up my phone and bought a few books by people with familiar names.

"Now, over there," John called.

About ten seconds later, a female voice came from over there, "What's the matter? Mr. John."

"Can't you shout if there's nothing wrong?"

The woman pursed her lips, "Of course."

"I bought a few books for you, you can read them if you are interested."

"Thank you." Margaret said with downcast eyes.

John sighed, "Why have you been so depressed recently, and Hawthorne too."

"Call me?" Nathaniel Hawthorne stepped out of the shadows and stood beside Margaret.

Since returning to the United States, or before returning, these two people have always been such a headache.John didn't feel much about the trouble these two men created, but he just kept them with him for the sake of his former colleagues.

Now he can be regarded as a relatively capable assistant, but he is less fond of going out than Edgar Allan Poe, and at most spends a few laps in the garden behind the villa at home.

But to be honest, their appearance is really annoying.Especially as a friend.

"If there is nothing else, I will leave first." Hawthorne said in a cold voice.

"There are still some things. You will check your mobile phones later." John said with a smile.

"Okay." The man nodded slightly, and turned back to his original position.

Margaret turned her head to look at John and Hawthorne, and then nodded to John, "Then I will too"

"Don't go yet, do you know where Rosaxia has gone?"

Luo Shaxia is his younger sister, and after a while after integrating the remnants of the group, he brought his family here.Everyone is having a good time now.

"I should have gone to play with Miss Jacqueline." Margaret said hesitantly.

After all, she is not an accompanying maid, so she is still not very clear about such personal matters.

"Well, this kind of thing can't come to you," John shrugged, sent a message on his mobile phone, and then looked at Mitchell, "I heard that there are new guests in the garden, do you want to go and greet them?"

The corners of Margarissa's mouth curled up: "It's a butterfly. These cuties have been visiting every day recently, and I don't know if it's the aftertaste of the flower feast or a natural phenomenon."

"That?"

"I'll go and have a look. I stayed in the house all day yesterday, so it's time to go out and do some activities."

At some point, Hawthorne stood behind the woman.

"I'll go too," he said.

John lay on the sofa, closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, "That's all for now~"

Just as the other two were about to respond, a white light suddenly flashed on the coffee table, and five books appeared on it immediately.

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John sat up straight, then bent over for the top book.

[The Grapes of Wrath] John Steinbeck

The other two also followed, but Hawthorne followed Margaret.

"Can I have a look?" Margaret asked.

"Of course," John waved his hand, "Two of them are specially bought for the two of you."

Pausing for a moment, after seeing the confused eyes of the woman opposite, John smiled and said, "You can tell by the name."

"The author's name, or the first name?"

While speaking, Margaret picked up one of the books, and she looked down. 【"Short Stories of Edgar Allan Poe"】

After a glance, she was stunned, and then realized something, put down the book in her hand, and put the books that hadn't been picked up one by one on the coffee table.

She was extremely surprised by the result.

It has his name on it, and Hawthorne's, and Mark Twain's.But there are only three books above, so...

Margaret looked at John.

The author of the book he is holding should also be his own name.

The past group members are basically all gathered.

Amazing.

Margaret stood still, and it took a while to recover.Then I also knew why John wanted to send them these books.

"Is this it?" Although there were all kinds of questions, Margaret only asked this question in the end.

"Yes." John lifted his face from the book and answered.

"Then these two books are what you want to give us?"

Margaret held up Gone with the Wind and The Scarlet Letter.

John nodded.

"Then I'll take it first, then go to the garden with Hawthorne, and read this book when I come back."

"You can do whatever you want."

John said indifferently.

He is already in the middle, entering a state of immersion, and doesn't want anyone to disturb him.

So, if you want to go, go quickly.

The author has something to say: the writing is a bit stuck.

Enter Margaret and Hawthorne!The current situation is that it has been some time since the incident that year, and now he is brought back to the United States for recuperation because of mental damage.

芥川和敦也还是有些诡异的关系，虽然我没有描写出来。感谢在2020-11-0613:16:57~2020-11-0712:15:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 1 piece of Sleeping Wine and No Wine;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 6 bottles of sleepless wine;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!