Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The chirping of cicadas in summer is really too boring. The large open space in the harbor can be seen at a glance, and the air is also distorted by the heat. I have to say that no matter where people are, the summer heat is definitely the most difficult. One of the things of people.There are few pedestrians on the street, and everyone chooses to stay in the cool, air-conditioned room instead of stepping out the door and being swallowed by the heat outside.

Edogawa Ranpo suddenly got up from the table, his emerald green pupils suddenly burst into brilliance, he got up and walked towards the president's office, saying incessantly: "President! President! Let's find Mr. to escape the summer heat go!"

Atsushi Nakajima rubbed his slightly dizzy eyes, showing a puzzled look, "Sir? Didn't Mr. go out?" When he found out that the other party had left, the famous detective was quite angry. Before he knew it, it was already summer. It's been a few months.Atsushi Nakajima looked at the sky outside the window, his life remained the same without any change.I don't know whether to say it's great, or what to say.However, for Atsushi Nakajima, it is a very happy thing to be able to spend every day in an ordinary and peaceful way.

Ordinary, long live.

The white-haired boy shouted inwardly, and raised his hands.

In this hot weather, even the suicide maniac was unwilling to expend his physical and mental energy to run out. He lay on the table, as if he had died suddenly.The messy black hair looked like seaweed that was about to dry up on the beach when the waves beat it.In a sense, it is not unreasonable for Mr. Kunikida to always denounce the other party as a seaweed head.

Just at this time.

The person who was almost turning into a lump moved, and the boy with white hair, golden purple pupils looked like a big cat that was frightened, looking at the other party, which could almost be called the scene of the recovery of evil spirits. "Mr... Mr. Dazai?!"

Dazai Osamu rubbed his red-marked cheeks, and his kite-colored pupils showed a clear expression. It turned out that the author he saw before named "Oda Saku" was really Oda Sakunosuke, his good friend.The memory that was always covered in fog in the brain, and all the things that were ignored, were completely displayed in front of his eyes.Osamu Dazai leaned on the back, "Ah, it's scary." He muttered in a low voice, not knowing whether he was talking about the man with black hair and golden eyes, or the existence in this world, above the book.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the Armed Detective Agency.

The woman exposed from the door has beautiful mercury-colored hair, like the heavy snow in West Siberia, or the moonlight falling on Lake Baikal, "Detective Agency, please excuse me."

"Miss Clare."

Atsushi Nakajima immediately recalled the other party's name.That silver-haired and silver-eyed woman in a maid outfit, but she looks more like a person now?It's only been a few months.

Cressby nodded slightly.She went to the sofa and sat down, Edogawa Ranpo came out of the president's office, he saw the silver-haired woman, it was like seeing a small fish dried cat, "Yo, Claire. I'm finally back." He stretched out his hand and greeted the other party with a smile.Crexbel blinked, "Yes, long time no see, Mr. Ranpo. This is what my husband asked me to bring, I hope you and everyone in the detective agency will like it." She opened the suitcase she brought, and the most Striking, are the many different snacks, even to the point of arts and crafts.

Edogawa Ranpo carried a pile of snacks that he had never seen before, and returned to his seat very consciously.

Claire tilted her head slightly, and took out an invitation card out of nowhere, "This time, I am here not only to meet you, but also to invite you." Kunikida Doppo accepted the invitation card. The light blue invitation card exudes sea salt and lemon. The breath makes people feel relieved.

"This is a sea resort island?"

Naomi read out softly, the members of the detective agency are not too old, and the weather is so hot, there is no commission, this invitation came quite timely.Crexbel nodded lightly, "This is a very good summer resort, very popular, what do you think?" Her mercury-colored pupils revealed a coldness that belonged to artificial intelligence, But it is not difficult for people to see his seriousness.

Osamu Dazai poked his head and took a look, "Will you be there too, sir?"

The mercury-haired woman nodded slightly, "Yes, not only sir, but Oda-sama will also go." The black-haired youth nodded with a thoughtful expression on his face, and then he immediately raised his hand, " Good! I'm going!" It was very relaxed and natural, and then Kunikida Doppo roared.

Crexbe looked at the people who had already discussed, with a very calm expression on her face. She even picked up the tea on the table, took a sip of tea, and completely ignored the fighting.

The black-haired and blue-eyed young man lifted the brim of his hat, "It's okay to go and play. Anyway, the president agreed." He was still shouting candy, which tasted like mint, ice and snow, and silver blue.He liked this feeling, and his body and mind suddenly became calm and cool, which isolated him from the whole summer.

Finally, the Armed Detective Agency has finally made a decision and will go to the sea resort island.

The mercury-haired woman nodded, "I see, you don't need to bring anything, everything will be prepared over there." Before she left, she seemed to remember something, "Also, there will be other guests on the island , as long as you are ordinary guests."

Looking at the closed door, Atsushi Nakajima scratched his head in doubt, "Other guests?" No matter what he thought, he felt that the other party's words seemed a little too strange.But the other people looked so calm, they even started discussing what to bring and what not to bring.He and the girl with twin tails exchanged glances and joined the atmosphere.

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Sitting on the sofa, the black-haired man flipping through a book seemed to remember something, he suddenly turned his head, "I, did I forget to tell them something?" The fur cat combed his hair, he raised his head, and there was only a pool of water in his aqua blue eyes, "No, not really, right." The two people unanimously forgot and said to the person who was invited that there might be Guys from various worlds appear.Angels, demons, gods, alternate selves, dead people, animals, non-humans, all kinds of things.

Fumeng turned around, "Well, since I forgot it, it shouldn't be something important." He lowered his head, revealing half of his beautiful face, and on the temples of the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, chasing gold The chain of mirrors slid down along the ups and downs of his body.

The drug seller walked over with the groomed cat in his arms, and sat on the sofa opposite the man, staring at him with admiration.When he cut off his long hair, he actually felt a little pity, but the short hair now showed all his beautiful side that belonged to Qiangwei.The drug seller looked at the cat quietly while stroking the cat in his arms.

Of course, Fumeng was not indifferent to the other party's gaze, he sighed, closed the book, and looked at the young man with light blond hair.In order to integrate into this world, the other party seldom wore the blue women's kimono, but changed into modern clothes. "What are you going to do?" He put the book on the coffee table, and picked up the tea that was already at the right temperature from above.What he drank this time was not black tea, but fruit tea made by Clay himself.The flavors of grapefruit and jasmine are subtly blended together, which is the kind of taste that both children and adults will love.

The light blond-haired young man smiled, "No, just, I want to see it. Can't you?" The black-haired man looked at the other party and the smile on the other party's face, and raised his eyebrows, "It's up to you." Selling medicine Lang gently scratched the cat's chin, and changed to another topic.

"Before, in your room, I saw new manuscripts." He saw some manuscripts on the other party's desk, but they were not the same as before. They seemed to be stories one after another, like a collection of fairy tales.

Mr. Fumeng hummed undeniably, "In a sense, indeed, it's a fairy tale." He lowered his eyes, the golden pupils had a color comparable to gems under the light, pure and pure.He was putting together, putting together dreams he had rarely had.It was clearly a dream, but he could remember it very deeply. The stories he saw in the dream were all inconceivable, and they were not like dreams like precognitive dreams, but purer dreams.

Sometimes, he even wonders whether the self who can dream is in a dream or in reality.

Such a nonsensical thought was a question that had always been in his mind.He was made, there is no doubt about it.So, for the shaper, is he a success or a failure?

"What are you thinking about?"

The man with black hair and golden pupils pulled out of his thoughts, and the young man with light blond hair had eyes that were no different from water, and the other party just stared at him like that, reflecting his appearance on the surface of calm water.Fumeng blinked slightly, "No, it's nothing. It's just..." some annoying words from a boring person.

He looked at the clock hanging on the wall, "Claire is coming back. And Oda-kun, and the children." The pharmacist followed his gaze, "Ah, today, Chu is not Also, will you come back?"

Mr. Fumeng stood up, "It seems that there is indeed such a thing." He picked up the book from the coffee table, "I'm going to make arrangements for summer vacation. Maybe I will see that child and the one beside him Guy." Speaking of this, the man suddenly clicked his tongue.But this didn't make the nobleman-like man look rude, on the contrary, he had a kind of silent charm. "Sure enough, no matter how many times, I don't like that guy."

The drug seller naturally knew who the other party was talking about.

He smiled, the man has a junior, quite straightforward and cute, and a little bit arrogant, but the people around him are not so easy to deal with.The young man with light blond hair glanced at the book in the man's hand, the Necronomicon.Unlike him, in essence, men and those indescribable things are the same existence, but the relationship between them is definitely not friendly. You must know that those guys are not just as simple as lunatics.And being targeted and entangled by such a guy, it's no wonder that Fu Meng would be dissatisfied with the guys around the younger generation.

Hopefully, they won't fight by then.

The drug seller whispered in his heart.

[I was shaped.

Private は is shaped as られました. 】

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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.