My Bungo system is a little different

Every human being contains the seed of death until the day when the fruit is ripe.

Sure enough, the smell of death is the smell of overripe fruit——

A woman fiddled with the papers on the table in a certain study thought.

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When Rilke's words sounded, the eyes of everyone who could hear his voice turned to him.

Of course, including Tsvetaeva.

She didn't seem surprised by this.Maybe she has been waiting for this day.

Wearing a black dress all the time is for your own funeral?

"Why, do you think the resurrection in winter is inappropriate?" She actually laughed.

"Winter is the time of rest," Rilke replied.

His eyes were submissive.The tone is measured.

Like a gardener who feels he shouldn't advise roses.

A rose should not be expected to outlast her flowering season.

Tsvetaeva relaxed her embrace a little, allowing her to meet Rilke's eyes.

"I think the land is forgiving," she said. "There's no need to rush."

There is no need to rush to return the weight of the dead to the earth.

Rilke's expression melted.He bowed his head and kissed Tsvetaeva on the forehead.

While the couple acted as riddlers, the number of people around them decreased a lot.

After all, most people only pay attention to the movement caused by someone fighting, and since no one is fighting, it is nothing more than a reunion of a pair of lovers that is not unusual.

The few people standing closest did not leave.

In fact, both Rimbaud and Nakahara are still staring at the words and deeds of Tsvetaeva and Rilke.

When Rilke asked Tsvetaeva if he wanted it over, he was probably just a hair away from being attacked.

Fortunately, Tsvetaeva is in no rush to end.

She welcomed the reunion with her lover happily, and did not "leave the fate to the living to decide" as she said before.

Judging from her performance, it's not like she once thought that the ghost after death is not the same person as her in life.

She was so determined, and easily soothed the lingering indecision in Rilke.

"You're not letting anyone die here."

Zhongyuan Zhong was actually the first person to interrupt the atmosphere of Tsvetaeva and Rilke who couldn't penetrate others.

"I mean the one who was alive." He asked, frowning.

However, it was Rilke who answered him.

"Mu Xia will not take anyone's life." Rilke said, "The key to your concern should be the living person."

Only one of the other two listening to it responded.

Verlaine seemed not to have heard it at all.

He may not even have heard the conversation between Tsvetaeva and Rilke earlier.

He just kept looking at Rimbaud.

Rimbaud had been dead for six years, no, seven years.

He and Rimbaud have also been separated for eight years before the brief meeting and short conversation with Rimbaud when he completely liberated the supernatural power and caused a huge amount of damage.

Shoot Rimbaud.

respectively.

Learned of Rimbaud's death.

See Rimbaud's diary.

dying.

See you again.

Separate again. (No more separation)

Then--

It seems that the person who wrote many poems in the underground isolation room is not himself.tongue-tied.

Wasn't it smooth to speak out at that time?

(I'm sorry for repeating I don't know how many times)

Verlaine could not speak complete sentences like a patient with sudden damage to Broca's area of ​​the brain.

Both past and future faded from his mind.

The reality of existence only includes the man with long black hair in front of him.

watching him.

Verlaine didn't know what his expression looked like now.

It was an expression that blended countless intense emotions together, almost ferocious.

Even the originally beautiful appearance has become useless under such emotions.

A guy with such emotions would be showing off if he still thinks he's not human.

Being watched like this, Rimbaud had to look back at Verlaine even though he wanted to continue to pay attention to Tsvetaeva's affairs.

"Paul, you..."

In fact, after Verlaine arrived in the town and stepped into Tsvetaeva's domain, Rimbaud's consciousness had already awakened.

As for the reasons behind Verlaine's previous attempt to take away Zhongye from the Central Plains, Rimbaud could understand without even thinking about it.

His partner was falling into his old habit again.

Although I have improved a lot emotionally, my level of self-awareness is still not progressing, and I can't judge what I feel.

Forget it, there is probably still plenty of time for the two of them to get along.

Rimbaud was simply worried about the safety of Verlaine's life, and had no opinion on whether Verlaine should stay here or how long he would stay here.

And Chuya Nakahara, the only one who knew that the whole matter might be related to the 'book' and that there was a deeper conspiracy behind it, saw the duo of Verlaine and Rimbaud, and silently took a step back.

I'm sorry, it's not that he doesn't work hard, it's that the opponent is too strong.

However, just as Tsvetaeva and Rilke were about to leave the scene with a smile on their face, something unexpected happened.

At this moment in the town, all the living who had summoned the ghost felt the change.

The pressure that was just a light touch to the skin suddenly increased to that of carrying a ten-kilogram bucket, and it continued to increase.

And most of the ghosts instantly looked much more transparent.

Probably the only ones who have not changed are Satoshi and Rimbaud.

Even Tsvetaeva herself has changed.Not only did she become transparent, but she looked like she was in great pain.

Rilke was at a loss for Tsvetaeva, who was powerless to continue standing.

"What's going on here?" he asked tremblingly.

"Someone . . . broke the lamp . . . ," replied Tsvetaeva very weakly.

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About 10 minutes ago, Yota Oto led Rika to Tsvetaeva's house, the door of the small cream-colored building.

He didn't think of going to the target address marked in the information, but came over after analyzing the traces of the magic power.

After Rilke left in front of the two of them, Yi Gu did follow behind slowly at first, but when he felt Rilke's magic power linked to Tsvetaeva, Yi Gu stopped Get down, and go to the place where the spell power fluctuates most abnormally in the whole 'net' at that moment.

"It really is like this..." Yi Gu stared at the small lamp emitting soft white light and said.

In his perception, this is a cursed object.

It's just that I don't know what hidden method he used to make it look very inconspicuous. If it wasn't for the fact that his own spell power was too high, he could instantly increase the average value of the entire 'net' to test his own ideas, and he would probably only regard it as a lamp. Ordinary little lights.

He took out his cell phone and dialed Dazai Osamu's number.

"I think Miss Tsvetaeva's becoming such a powerful curse spirit has something to do with this lamp. It is a curse object, and its strength is still uncertain." Yi Gu said.

From his observations, neither Tsvetayeva nor Rilke had the obsession to make the former a super-spell spirit.

"The little lamp at the door? Did you use some kind of confusion ability?" Dazai asked.

"It seems to have an effect that does not make the person watching feel abnormal, and can only be avoided after the abnormality is clearly detected. The reason is unknown."

"That's right. It suddenly occurred to me that Tsvetayeva's place has been cut off all the time, and it's impossible to power the lights..."

Yi Gu paused for a while, and then said to the other end of the phone: "As far as the solution is concerned, just cut off the link between that lamp and the spell network in the entire town or directly destroy the spell object, Tsvetaeva Miss will probably dissipate, at least the domain will be lifted. However, I don’t think it’s necessary to do so. I think it’s better for Mr. Rilke to handle this matter.”

There were a few chuckles on the phone.

"Student Yi Gu, you are a super-level conjurer, an expert in dealing with spell events. If you think this is the best way, then just do it according to your idea." Dazai said.

"I see, then—"

At the moment when Otoko Yuta was halfway through speaking, his intuition honed through countless battles made him suddenly turn into a defensive stance.

over there!

He pulled out the knife at an invisible speed, added enough magic power to injure but not lethal, and swung it towards the sensed direction——

Failed?

Except for a trace left by the place where the knife fell, there was no one in sight except Satoka.

Osamu Dazai's voice was still coming from the phone that fell on the ground.

"Student Yi Gu, did you get attacked there?"

Yi Gu Youtai didn't respond.He just gripped the knife tightly and glanced at Satoshi.

Even though she looks like an 11-year-old girl, Lixiang's essence as a curse spirit has not changed, and the power she possesses is unparalleled.

In many cases, Lixiang's sensing ability is better than Yi Guyoutai.

"over there!"

The girl's voice sounded, and at almost the same instant, Yi Gu swung his saber in the direction of Li Xiang's finger. This time he used the maximum amount of spell power that the spell tool in his hand could bear.

Hit something.

The feel of the knife told him that.

But why is this so?

"Hahaha! Thank you very much!" The white-haired man dressed like a magician or clown in a white top hat said while laughing in mid-air.

It was more than five meters away from where Yi Gu's knife fell.

The little lamp that radiated a soft white light had broken into countless pieces.

It goes out.