Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

When Edogawa Ranpo was walking back with the letter, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't paid, but judging by the man's appearance, he probably had already paid for him.Obviously he doesn't like being treated as a child, but the attitude of the other party really makes him unable to get angry, just like would you be angry because the sky is too big?Obviously, this is impossible.Edogawa Ranpo put the letter well in his clothes, but the other party's every move appeared in his mind.He has always believed that there is nothing in this world that he cannot see through. When he was young, he suffered a lot because of this.However, when there really were such things that people couldn't see, he suddenly became happy.

Edogawa Ranpo, who had returned to Fukuzawa Yukichi, watched the other party open the letter, and then his expression became more serious, with a solemn attitude.Luanbu blinked, walked to the side, and ate the snacks prepared for him by the silver-haired man, but he ate at a much slower pace. After all, he had already eaten the cake when he came back, and now he has no appetite.

Fukuzawa Yukichi unfolded the paper, took out a pen, and began to write something with a rather rigorous attitude.

Edogawa Ranpo yawned, his work was done, it was only missing the last point, but now the last point has been made up.He didn't know when another case that interested him would happen again.The dark-haired youth thought so.

the other side.

Mr. Fumeng took off his outer coat, and saw a man with wine red hair who was carrying things.

"Your Excellency Oda." At this time, it was almost dusk, the sun was setting, and a golden afterglow was falling.Sakunosuke Oda was taking back the books that were hanging out to dry under the instructions of Crexbe. However, although he started to do this a few ten minutes ago, the progress was really pitiful.He sighed, and for some reason, those books that were lying quietly began to run around when they came to him.

It is indeed running around.

The man watched Odasaku put down the book, turned around and chased after the books fluttering on both sides like a butterfly, and smiled helplessly.Odasaku doesn't know why, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know.He bent down, picked up the stack of books on the ground, and walked towards the room where they were placed.

In fact, it hasn't been this lively for a long time.For them, Oda Sakunosuke is like a new big friend, people can't help but tease them, but it's not too much.

"First... sir." The man with wine-red hair ran over from behind, took the book in the man's hand, and sighed, "I don't know when it will be finished." The corners of the lips, "Clay didn't tell you, can they actually return to the bookshelf by themselves?" A trace of confusion appeared in Oda Sakunosuke's gray-blue eyes, "No, I didn't say that."

The man with black hair and golden eyes shrugged slightly, "Is that so, maybe she forgot to tell you."

The man's attitude made Oda Sakunosuke feel a little bit, that kind of very familiar feeling, like being teased by a child.The pair of gray-blue eyes fixedly looked at the black-haired man in front of him, and then he walked towards the destination quite indifferently. He sighed, "Sir, Claire, are you saying that you are playing a prank?"

Mr. Fumeng blinked, showing an expression that cannot be called surprise, and his golden pupils dilated a little, "Huh? Did you finally feel it? But, I'm not the one who made the prank." He smiled He smiled, and then said softly: "Oda-kun, you are almost used to your life now." He didn't use interrogative sentences, but spoke in an affirmative tone, with his hands in his sleeves, and the man with wine-red hair walk side by side.

Oda Sakunosuke answered Mr. Fumeng's question without thinking too much. "Well, I'm used to it, and so are the kids." He wanted to reach out and scratch his head, but now that his two hands were holding the book, he couldn't do that.He gave up this action, but said: "Actually, I am very grateful to sir."

Until the end of his life, in fact, he still had a little bit of regret.Not only because he failed to protect the child and abandoned his best friend, but also because he did not fulfill his wish to pick up a pen and write a story after all.As a complex creature, human beings live in this world not only for others, but also for themselves.Moreover, Oda Sakunosuke was not calm about death, he would be afraid, and would not embrace death.He only knew one person who could do that kind of thing, his best friend, Osamu Dazai.

Fumeng stared at the front, "Oda-kun, you can think a little more." Not only his own wish, but also his own future, the future of the children.Oda Sakunosuke nodded slightly, "I will, and I would like to thank you, sir, for letting the children go to school." Oda Sakunosuke is not a normal child, or he does not have an ordinary and normal age.He was born as a young killer. It seems that he was born with nothing to do with the youthful words like school. Later, he became more stable, like a middle-aged man, and he was often complained about as an old father.

He adopted the children and wanted to give them as normal a life as possible.It's just that he seems not to be associated with such words by nature, and in the end he caused the children to die together. He is undoubtedly guilty in his heart.He was a murderer, he killed children.However, the children have the purest kindness towards him, and there is no gap between them, and even a little closer.Oda Sakunosuke stepped into the room, the man with black hair and golden pupils stood watching, he raised his hand and put the books back one by one.

"Reading is necessary." Fumeng knows the importance of reading, but of course this does not mean that he is a good student.In fact, he has nothing to do with words like good student and top student.He belongs to the type who hates being disciplined and would rather run away from school and hide in a huge library by himself.It can be said that he is the object of the teacher's headache.

He always believes that it is quite a thing to study at school, be imprisoned in such a small circle, grow up, step into the society, and then be smoothed out bit by bit, and become like other people from school. Disgusting thing.Even, he occasionally has some kind of dark mood.However, that was a long, long time ago, when he could still be called a human being.

What is he now?He didn't know, but that didn't matter either.

What the school teaches is not only knowledge, but also a mood and atmosphere.After all, human beings live in groups, and it is impossible to break away from society.What's more, although they don't mention it on the surface, in fact, those children will have a yearning for the school in their hearts.

"gentlemen?"

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the man who lowered his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something, and he blinked slightly.Floating dream recovered from his own thoughts, he nodded slightly to Oda Saku, "Then, I will go first, there are still many things to do today." Oda Sakunosuke nodded, watching the other party leave Then, he looked up at the sky outside the window.A piece of orange red and golden yellow looks like an overturned palette, but it is not complicated and abrupt, but harmonious and harmonious.

He looked at the bookshelf and sighed.

"Ah, there's still a lot to clean up." He walked out the door, and a gust of wind blew in through the window.

Compared with Oda Sakunosuke, who was constantly experiencing ups and downs, it's unimaginable that Crexbe's success is unimaginable.Of course, this is also due to the fact that she is not an ordinary human being.She was holding a stack of books in her hand, the height of which was more than half of her body, so that she could not see the road ahead at all, but in this way, she was able to walk on the road very easily without a single pause.

The mercury-haired maid quickly and accurately put the books back on the shelf one by one, going back and forth between the library and the place where the books were drying.It didn't take long for the incredible number of books to be cleaned up.She patted the dust-free palm, turned around and walked towards the place where Oda Sakunosuke was in charge, and then saw a man with wine red hair, like an old father, squatting beside a certain book, talking about something.

"O... Oda-sama?" Crexbe showed a puzzled expression, and those mercury-colored pupils became more human in an instant.She was a little confused.

Oda Sakunosuke raised his head when he heard her voice, "Ah, Claire." He greeted the mercury-colored maid, and then saw the other's subtle and confused eyes.Crexby didn't hesitate for too long. After all, for an existence like them, the so-called face of human beings is not worth mentioning, and it would be easier to ask directly and clearly. "Master Oda, what are you doing?"

Oda Sakunosuke stroked his hair, "Ah, about this. Sir told me that these books can be returned to the bookshelf by themselves, so I don't need to carry them bit by bit. So, I'm trying..."

"But." The mercury-haired maid couldn't help interrupting him, "But, Oda-sama, these books are all normal, ordinary books." After Crexby finished speaking, the whole The courtyard fell into a strange and quiet atmosphere.The mercury-colored pupils and the gray-blue pupils looked at each other silently, and finally a trace of complexity flashed in the gray-blue pupils.

"However, there were a few books before..." Oda Sakunosuke opened his mouth, showing a confused look.Crexbel sighed helplessly, "I mean, the remaining books are all ordinary books." That is to say, Oda Saku said to ordinary books for a long time.The silver-haired maid tilted her head, "Didn't Mister tell you that the rest of the books are ordinary books?"

Odasaku had a complex expression on his face, his mouth opened and then closed, closed and opened again, and finally he sighed.

Unexpectedly, the husband would play a prank on him.He shook his head helplessly, and finally laughed.

What a child at heart, sir.He thought of this, but he didn't hate it. This proved that the other party had come out of the previous madness. Although the other party thought he was some kind of vague existence, he could still feel the gentle heart under the other party's appearance.

[No one has ever stipulated that the soul can only be possessed by humans.

心は人にしか持てないとwho もdecision めたことはない. 】

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"[Lord Curse] I am Mortal"

"Then you don't even trust Madam?" The gentleman's expression was slightly disturbed, and he didn't answer directly. "I don't even trust myself. That means I can't trust myself, so I can't trust others. There is no other way but to curse myself."

—— Natsume Soseki "Heart"

I am well aware that I am mediocre, cowardly, selfish, and stupid, and I have all the shortcomings that people in this world have, but even so, I occasionally want to look out from the small window on the high wall.

There may be Kawazu cherry blossoms there, there may be lights, or there may be nothing there.

I want to believe, to be one of the "all beings", to live as a "mortal", to experience the beautiful, the ugly, all kinds of things.I can't trust myself and deceive myself, and at the same time I can't trust others and deceive others. I really have no choice but to curse myself, right?

If so, what was the purpose of my birth?

ps.

No.1 is called the master, described in the third person, and has the perspective of other people.

The main mantra is back to green, and the style of writing is small, and I don't like to click the fork lightly.