My Bungo system is a little different

"Mr. Rilke, is there any information you can give us about your lover other than her address?" Atsushi Nakajima asked.

Rilke is not exaggerating when he says money is no object.He had chartered first class on the plane—he had even considered chartering the flight, only to be stopped by the detectives—too risky.

"Mu Xia..." Rilke, who was sitting on the first-class seat, looked better than when he came to the detective agency, but the occasional trance did not end.

"She writes poetry." Rilke, who took a while to return to reality, replied, "She is just right, but also wildly out of order. She is a powerful bow and a majestic tower."

Rilke's answer was not much better than no answer, and there was no valid message other than his love and admiration.

Moreover, his description made Nakajima a little embarrassed. After all, this young man has no experience with the opposite sex.

The remaining three members of the detective agency did not have this problem.Dazai Osamu can be said to have seen all the flowers, and Tanizaki Junichiro, how should I put it, he misses his sister a little bit.As for Akiko Yosano, she's completely over the stage and is asking the flight attendant to pour her a drink.

"It sounds like a pure and fearsome lady. Sometimes I hope to find the person who holds the reins of my soul." Osamu Dazai happily continued Rilke's words, "But you seem to only communicate with her by letter ?”

Rilke didn't seem to be aware of this aboveboard cliché.

Or rather, he doesn't care about it.

"Distance is not a problem. We both feel that it is better for love to be far away. Letters are normal, and we read together when we are together." Rilke's tone showed that he obviously did not think there was any problem with this situation.

This is not the normal way couples get along.But none of the remaining four people in the first class wanted to go, or dared to remind Rilke of this.

And Osamu Dazai even followed the other party's words: "Are you like-minded? It's really enviable. Do you also know each other like this?"

Rilke's face showed an obvious color of memory.

After a while, his brows were slightly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards.

"Mu Xia and I met in Paris. At that time, I was recovering from a serious illness, and I came out of the residence to breathe, and then—" Rilke paused, and then continued, "There are always very few people who can see similar scenery, as long as One glance is enough to tell the difference. She wrote a lot of poetry in Paris."

Once again his account is devoid of specifics and replaced by something else.

It's just that this time it's obvious that he's concealing part of it.

Obviously, it was Rilke who wanted the detective agency to help find someone, but he was also the one who withdrew the information.

At the same time, Rilke seemed certain that the detective agency would help him find a lover.

"You must really want to see Miss Tsvetaeva," Junichiro Tanizaki said suddenly to Rilke.

This is his sincere words, thinking that if Naomi's life and death are unknown, Tanizaki Junichiro feels that Rilke's reaction is also normal.

But Rilke seemed to be recalled by these words, and his eyes became gloomy again.

"Mu Xia told me not to wait until winter to come back. It's my fault." He said softly, "If I had gone to her earlier, nothing like this would have happened."

There was a painful certainty in his tone, as if he knew exactly what had happened to Tsvetaeva and Yelabuka.

Seeing his expression, the detectives didn't ask any more questions, but just made a note in their hearts.

The plane in which Rilke and the detectives were flying landed at Kazan Airport.

And when entering the urban area of ​​Yela Buga, the detectives understood what was going on with the FSB's hidden blockade.

All foreigners are strictly checked for visas.Tourist ones are 'friendly' with local guides, while working ones are asked to register details and get stopped if trying to go to certain locations.

The name used is that it has recently received a notice of a terrorist attack and is being strictly controlled.

This is why Rilke knew the exact address of his lover but was unable to go there. He was not good at disguising and communicating, nor did he have the background to make FSB turn a blind eye.

This time it will be relatively simple.

Osamu Dazai demanded complete dominance.When he easily fooled the first round of blockade and reached the second round, he gave the inspectors the 'intention' of everyone in the car.

He didn't say a word about Rilke's commission, saying that they all heard about the 'ghost' incident.

"He's here to find the ghost." The inspector seemed to have noticed his words, and let them pass without blocking the journey.

It went surprisingly well.

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"So, this is a small town where ghosts can live with living people. Then Nakaya, who grew 5 centimeters taller, wanted to call us the first time."

Pianist, Dumbbird, PR Officer, Cold Blood and Surgeon look exactly the same as the day they died.

It's as if they're not ghosts in some exotic backwoods town, but alive, about to go play pool in that 'old world' bar.

The images of the complete and clean "Old World" and the "Old World" destroyed by supernatural powers flickered and overlapped in Nakahara Chuya's mind.

The bodies of the five people who were destroyed and the images of the five people who were laughing and making noise also overlapped.

But there was not the slightest abnormality on his face.

"Chuya is now a cadre of the port mafia." The pianist said, "Did you do it before Dazai?"

"...No. But Dazai left the Port Mafia." Naka also thought about it, and didn't use the word 'defect'.

However, judging from the expressions of the five people sitting or standing, they all understood the meaning.

Next, perhaps because of a tacit understanding, or for some other reason, the ghosts who regained their consciousness and bodies did not mention anything about the port mafia.

No mention of their deaths, no mention of Port Mafia affairs, just lively discussions of ghosts and the town.

"I don't feel hot or cold. I don't seem to be hungry either. But I can hear, see, and touch. It's amazing. Can the cold-sensitive bodies and heat-sensitive bodies be expelled separately?" The surgeon seems to want to see the ghost's body The working condition of the organs in the body, the ghost's cold air combined with his old cold temperament is simply a great evolution, even the remaining four ghosts can't help but take a step back.

"A ghost is a supernatural event. If we consider it according to the laws of medicine, it is better to ask us what energy activities we consume." The public relations officer complained.

Zhong Yuanzhong also froze for a moment, but he didn't show it.

"Are you going out for a stroll? Ghosts are normal in this small town. It seems strange that there are no ghosts. No one should care about you." He interrupted the chatting of the rest of the people.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Dumbbird's icy arms wrapped around Nakahara Chuya's neck.

"If Chuya wants to go out with us, just say so! But, have you come here by bike? Riding a motorcycle on a snowy day in Russia is something I have never experienced when I was alive!"

"How could the locomotive be brought here? If you really opened the fuel tank in this weather, the fuel tank would freeze!"

"Hey, did you keep my car well, I'm so touched..."

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Zhongyuan Zhong also retracted his previous statement that he did not see any ghosts here.

I don't know if it's a matter of time, or if the ghosts will attract each other. In short, when he led a group of five people onto the street this time, there were obviously more people walking around than last time.

It's just that most of them are two or three people walking together, there are still no cases of six people like him, so even if people who come here don't care about other people's affairs, he still attracts a lot of attention.

The sun was setting into the snow, and the warm color that made the flying snowflakes dyed with sparkle changed from silver to gold.

People who go out at this time may just want to enjoy the beautiful scenery.But the Central Plains is not among them.

While answering with his partners, he also subconsciously observed the expressions on the faces of the people passing by.

In fact, everyone seemed genuinely happy.

Not only the living people are like this, but also the undead they are holding are also smiling.

Are they willing to stay for this?Or, even if you decide to leave, can you still show such an expression?

He was thinking dimly, and was dragged into the open bar by his companions.

For some reason, he felt as if he saw Tsvetaeva's long black dress flashing by not far away.

Forget it, forget about it for now.

The noisy sound in the bar drowned Nakahara Chuya's ears. He drank strong alcohol with his companions, letting the temperature that could warm even ghosts ignite his stomach, cheeks and brain.

Finally, without his knowledge, he had the same smile as other town visitors.

Perhaps, this kind of mixed life of death and life can be allowed.

Even if it's just in this small town.