Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Five days have passed since entering Dragon Boat City, and today is the sixth day.

sixth night.

It wasn't until this time that a group of people finally understood what it meant to be reincarnated in a boat.It is the aurora that fills the sky like silk and satin, and the star trails circle after circle.Unlike the first night, when the grand meteor ended, it was fixed on its own orbit, walking without any deviation.

There are always many strange phenomena in the sky, some are visible to the naked eye, but some are invisible to the naked eye.But it is precisely because it cannot be observed by the naked eye, so when you see it, it will be particularly shocking.

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Whenever the dragon boat carries the souls of human beings to the Three Realms, there will be a sky full of water chestnuts and star trails in the dark night sky.

Circle after circle is a pattern composed of countless circles.The reincarnation that people deeply believe in is just like the circle that connects head to tail, the circle formed by life and death, all of which are connected.

The aurora, which changes in blurred colors, is a barrier made up of the soul's "wish", so it guides the soul so that it will no longer lose its way.The star trail in the sky is the end of reincarnation.Someone once said that if you die, you will turn into a star in the sky. This is not some comforting words, but a fact.

Occasionally, there are stars that fall from the sky, grow up in the world, and finally return to the sky with the aurora and star trails. This is a unique romance.

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Osamu Dazai stared at the sky outside the window, the soft green below and the silver star trail above.Every star has its own trajectory, just like everyone has their own destiny, but occasionally there will be disobedient stars, leaving their own orbits, dragging a long comet tail, and wandering in the universe. It is a shooting star.

"What's after this?"

Osamu Dazai couldn't help sighing that ordinary people who are swallowed up by the world have already exhausted their energy just to survive on their own food and clothing. Naturally, they no longer have illusions about the sky above their heads.Some people say that this is called maturity, some people say that this is the sadness of growing up.

From the sky to the ground, people become boring and vulgar in such a transformation.

"Your Excellency Dazai, why don't you make a guess?" Mr. Fumeng threw his question back with a smile.Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, "It's really bad, how could I have guessed it, and there is no hint at all."

The man looked at the sky, "Is the hint obvious?"

Sky, that's the cue.

Osamu Dazai chose to give up, playing with the chess pieces on the table with his fingers.Mr. Fumeng retracted his gaze towards the sky, and carefully put back the black and white pieces on the chessboard bit by bit.The round and smooth texture is transmitted from the pieces, through the nerves of the fingertips, to the brain.

"Your Excellency Dazai, do you think you are a shooting star, or a star with a star trail?" The man's attitude was always indifferent, as if chatting with a friend.It would probably be better if he ignored the implied words in his mouth.

Osamu Dazai was lying on the table, black curly hair scattered around his cheeks, and a bandage wrapped around his wrist.Probably because he was used to the other party asking questions from time to time, Osamu Dazai thought for a while, "I don't think I'm talking about that." The man paused, looked at the lazy young man, Mr. Fumeng shook his head, "It's too awkward It's not a good thing."

Osamu Dazai puffed up his face, "Who is being awkward."

In the eyes of men, this is probably like a non-threatening milk cat acting like a baby. Putting the chessboard aside, those ice-blue eyes are like ice and snow blown from ancient times, which can make people's souls clean and quiet down. "It's almost over, this festival."

Osamu Dazai knew what he meant, this story was coming to an end.No matter how beautiful, grand and magnificent dreams are, there is a time to wake up; no matter how wonderful, touching, and long novels have their endings, now, time has come to the end.

Probably because it is difficult to meet someone like a man again, Osamu Dazai seemed to be talking to himself, "Sir, you are too mysterious. I haven't found the answer yet."

The man's icy blue pupils appeared like flakes and fragments of gold. He took a sip of tea, "I've already told you." Osamu Dazai said in a too high voice, "This kind of thing that can be seen on the surface Of course I can see it too!" When you know that the surface you see is only a superficial layer, you will probably also wonder what is under the surface.

Mr. Fumeng looked at the coquettish person opposite with a bit of a headache, and sighed lightly, "Curiosity will kill the cat."

I don't know if it's my illusion, there are often such cat-like guys around me, the man thinking like this goes a little farther, should I raise a cat?

Suddenly felt the warm touch on his hand, Mr. Fu Meng came back to his senses, his eyes showed a puzzled look.

Osamu Dazai raised his head, "Sir, there are no calluses on your hands!" He seemed to sigh casually, and continued to look at the man's right hand with great interest.Mr. Fumeng rubbed his brows with the other hand, the other party was like a cat attracted by a cat teaser, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him at all.

Osamu Dazai is a very defensive guy, so abnormal, anyone can see that something is wrong with him.

He probably knew what he was looking for, the man withdrew his hand, "If you want to know, then you will find out soon."

In the sky was an aurora with changing colors, half of the man's body was bathed in that light, and there seemed to be purple light in his eyes.

Osamu Dazai straightened up, and rubbed his stiff neck with his hands, "Kunikida must be very annoyed, after all, he has skipped work for so long." Then the man cast a somewhat surprised look, and the man took out a pocket watch with a golden chain, "It's been less than three hours."

"Ok?"

Osamu Dazai blinked, his black eyelashes were slender and thick, and his iris-colored eyes with doubts and confusion cast a layer of innocence that belonged to a child under the skylight, which was a look rarely seen on him.It seemed that he didn't understand, and the man probably knew why.

"The time in the book is different from the time outside." Mr. Fumeng explained kindly, and he didn't know whether Osamu Dazai really didn't see it, or pretended not to see it, but this didn't stop the man from chuckling To reassure him.

The man put his hands on his lap, and looked at him seriously with eyes that looked like mountains shrouded in smoke, or glaciers that never melted.

"Dazai-kun, books are alive."

Mr. Fumeng looked at the leaving figure, the camel windbreaker swayed with Dazai Osamu's steps.He turned his head and sat there like a stone sculpture, meditating quietly.

Meteors, auroras, star trails, what else?

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, thinking casually that human imagination is a very magical thing, just like there are no two identical leaves on a tree, this is different from others, the reason why imagination It is called imagination because it is inherently pure, something between rationality and sensibility.

related to the sky.

Osamu Dazai looked up at the sky. Human beings always have infinite reverie about the nine heavens above their heads, constantly pursuing farther places and exploring the unknown beyond the known range.

It is said to be a puzzle, but it is not a puzzle in the normal sense, or it is not a puzzle at all.Osamu Dazai could feel what was contained in the other party's words, but he was not very clear, as if a piece of opaque cloth was tied in front of a person's eyes, vaguely and vaguely.

Dazai wrinkled his nose, he hated it.Although I am such a person and never explain myself, but when it is my turn, it will still make people feel annoying.

Compared to him, Edogawa Ranpo is in a completely relaxed state.

At this time, he, Atsushi Nakajima, and Izumi Jinghua were sitting at the table, exploring the book that kept showing ink marks.

"No, this one is completely blank." Atsushi Nakajima sighed and put the book down.Although handwriting appeared on this book, it was confirmed that only part of the text appeared in this book.

That's the book...

"Books are incomplete." At least the one in their hands was.Edogawa Ranpo casually flipped through the pages of the book while eating his snacks.

On the off-white paper, black handwriting sometimes disappears, which looks strange and ugly.I don't know how people outside read this book.Edogawa Ranpo didn't think there was anything strange, after all, the things he got from Mr. Fumeng were more or less strange.

But that's also the fun.

Edogawa Ranpo stuffed the remaining dim sum into his mouth in one gulp, no longer paid attention to the book, but looked at the sky outside the window.Seven days have passed and six days have passed, and the last day is left.Even a famous detective has to admit that a man's imagination surpasses those mediocre people.

Men seem to always like to write about grand and mysterious things like the sky, the sea, and the galaxy. Occasionally, they will quietly appreciate the small beauty, a blooming flower, or a goldfish swimming in the water, but men never write stories about people. .

Although Mr. Fumeng always said that he is not good at drawing people, Edogawa Ranpo can feel that it is not only as simple as this statement, but there may be a deeper reason.

But what does that have to do with a famous detective?Edogawa Ranpo thought indifferently, he has always had this attitude, in his opinion, some ordinary cases are not as interesting as the marbles on the wave soda.People who can easily see through many things are not interested in a plate of snacks or a bowl of ramen for 'people', because they can easily see the evil side of human nature.

That's why Edogawa Ranpo loves and respects men so much.

Because under the man's words, some are never good or evil of people, but the magnificence of dreams, as long as you can see it with your eyes, you can feel the beauty that belongs to nature, belongs to mystery, and shocks people's hearts.

Edogawa looked back at the night sky in a random manner, while Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka were still studying the book in their hands, and he propped his face.

Although it was said before that Atsushi Nakajima was asked to find the truth of Mr., but what he can touch is quite limited, but he is quite clear about one thing.

The end of a story is not the end of all.

【一つの纪录の结果は别の纪录の初まりを means する.

The end of one story means the beginning of another. 】

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The author has something to say:

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The first book "Dragon Boat City" is coming to an end, maybe there is still one chapter left?

After that, I will start the daily life in Yokohama, hehehe.

And there is more or less something about Mr.'s past.

small theater

President: Luanbu, where did you get the things in your hand?

Ranpo: Well, Mr. gave it.Said to be able to sing, book?

The book that can sing: making roaring, eerie, chaotic sounds.gif

President/Ranpo: fall into silence

Mister: Where did the book that was contaminated by indescribable things go?

感谢在2020-04-1812:23:14~2020-04-1914:12:21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 irrigates the nutrient solution: Xier is a poisonous tongue with 5 bottles;

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