My Bungo system is a little different

"Although I said that I want to find a good-looking red-haired woman, I have no idea how to think about it..."

Atsushi Nakajima found it very difficult for him as an intern to find his purpose in such a small town.

First of all, the town is almost full of outsiders, and the name given by Mr. Dazai is obviously not a local.

Secondly, although this small town is not too big, there are almost no ordinary people who can come here at this moment, so disguise and hiding their whereabouts are almost standard.

"Is it really okay to entrust this kind of task to me-Akutagawa, or are you really good at searching?" Aton cast hopeful eyes on Akutagawa.

Akutagawa avoided Atsushi's eyes as if guilty.

"Since Mr. Dazai entrusted us with the task, it means that he believes that we will be able to complete it." Akutagawa said this very firmly.

Well, it seems that Akutagawa is not good at it either.

Also, what is this blind trust in Dazai-san...

Don silently looked away.

In fact, he also had somewhat similar thoughts to Akutagawa's.

Since Osamu Dazai specially asked the two of them to come here to do this, then he must know the problems they will face.

In various senses, Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who are moving forward as a team, believe in Osamu Dazai's judgment more than their own mind.

If that person believes we can do it, then we can do it.

and so on.This is the so-called situation of using oneself as a sibling of others.

"Nakajima, you were searching the whole town before, right?" Akutagawa asked suddenly.

"Yeah. But at that time, it was just collecting information in general..."

Although it took several days.

"Then rule it out in reverse," Akutagawa said.

"Eh? You mean to exclude the places that have already been confirmed, and then search one by one? This way the number of people will be too many." And Dun had a hunch that they had better find the target as soon as possible.

Akutagawa gave Nakajima a look with those eyes that seemed to be glaring almost all the time.

"Mr. Dazai said that there may or may not be someone around that woman. If there is, let us repel the people next to her."

"Wait? Is it knockback?"

Akutagawa seems to have become more aggressive because of Atsushi's wrong focus.

"Killing people here will make things very troublesome." He explained it first, and then returned to what he originally wanted to say, "The target should be a living person who hasn't summoned any 'ghosts'."

In fact, considering that the person Dazai asked them to find must have a close relationship with the behind-the-scenes mastermind even if they were not the mastermind behind the incident, it is obvious that the target will not summon 'ghosts' and is a living person.

Atsushi finally understood Akutagawa's train of thought.

"Live people, and no ghosts have been summoned. This way the range is much smaller..." He whispered.

"Isn't your 'Tiger' very good at this?"

Even this is known... Aunt suddenly shuddered, but when he thought of Dazai saying that he had been offered a huge reward, he was discouraged again.

'Tiger' does have an advantage in distinguishing living people from 'ghosts'.

The body functions of the 'ghost' are completely static, that is to say, they are different from living people in terms of temperature, smell and so on.

So as long as the 'tiger' sense of smell is used, at least half of the 'people' in the town can be excluded.

Then it is to confirm whether the living have summoned a 'ghost'.

Well, to be honest, it's not difficult to operate roughly.

Probably because people who come here cherish the time to reunite with 'old friends', so they almost always travel together.

The appearance of a person on the street almost shows that there is a problem-so Atsushi and Tanizaki went out together before, and only Osamu Dazai has the level of solo investigation.

Speaking of which, Mr. Dazai brought Tanizaki and Dr. Yosano there?Doubts flashed across Don's mind.

"I don't remember seeing someone who fit Mr. Dazai's description on the street before." Atsushi said to Akutagawa, putting aside distracting thoughts.

"Have you been hiding in the building?" Akutagawa sneered.

His sneer was justified.At tens of degrees below zero, the 'ghosts' may be able to survive freely, but the survivors almost have to light a fire all the time to keep the temperature - the power generation equipment in the town is all small kerosene generators, and they must always work and cannot be stopped .

That is to say, as long as there are living people living there, there will inevitably be smoke in the building.Even if it's not used [-]/[-], a glance at the snow near the chimney mouth can tell if anyone is there.

If you move faster, it won't take much time to sift through the entire town.

However, just after the two of them quickly checked a street, the town changed.

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In the warm study room, the red-haired woman was rarely reading a book, or at least holding a book.

She just stared at the scenery outside the window with a tired and expectant gaze.

Suddenly, a second person appeared in the room.

A strangely dressed white-haired man landed behind her out of nowhere.

There was no smile on his face.

"Rilke is dead, what do you think?" Bradbury said without looking back.

She seems to have noticed Gogol's arrival from the reflection in the window.

Gogol felt that Bradbury's unwavering voice carried a mockery of him.

Because Bradbury used to operate in the magic world, when the young super magician came here, Gogol paid attention to him from time to time.

Then Gogol heard a call from Yota Oto to Osamu Dazai.

A 'net'?

When on earth will Bradbury cut the thread—

He was half disgusted and half bored listening to Yi Gu not going to make a move.

Perhaps unconsciously, or deliberately, Gogol leaked a little bit of his breath.

Then--

It was just a switch of position to attract Yi Gu's attention, and then grafted the little lamp to the opponent's knife.

Gogol did this quite casually and with a mischievous mind.

Among Fyodor and Bradbury, he is of course more inclined to his best friend, but his standards are different from ordinary people.

So, in that moment, he was really just doing it on a whim and because of what he wanted.

But just minutes after the lamp shattered, the town changed.

The changes in those people are the same thing, but what made Gogol go straight to Bradbury's residence expressionlessly——

It was he who discovered that he couldn't leave the town with the ability of space.

"Could this be something you thought of on the spur of the moment?" Gogol said in the same tone as before.

Bradbury finally finished gazing at the thick black sky outside the window and turned his chair around.

"I said that of course Rilke will die." Her face was apologetic, but given her nature, it was probably just a disguise, "I didn't expect you to be willing to make a cameo."

When exactly-

Gogol laughed as usual.

"Then what's next? There are too many people on your stage now, I thought this wasn't a group drama." He said.

He has also found that it seems that in the whole town, except for those who have not summoned the 'ghost', the rest are in a state between life and death.

Bradbury folded his hands on his stomach and tilted his head at him.

"In terms of genre... maybe it's a bit broken." She had a serious expression on her face, "but it's not off topic. Do you know the story of Orpheus?"

"Going down to Hades and using music moved Pluto and was allowed to take away his dead wife. As long as he didn't turn back, he turned back."

Bradbury nodded.

"That's basically it. But there's an ending. Orpheus was torn to pieces by fanatics because he didn't respect the god of wine."

Gogol watched her, ready to wait for her to explain the connection between this story and what they were talking about.

"Rilke's supernatural ability is called "Dedicated to Orpheus". Bradbury's steel-blue eyes flickered in the dimly lit room, "It was originally just a power that could channel a specific object—it could only summon the lover of the person who was the medium." "

"..."

"Ah, it seems you understand. He came here with a glimmer of hope because he failed to channel Tsvetaeva. Isn't that quite reasonable?" Bradbury went on, "But now Alke is dead."

She smiled peacefully.

"Before she died, she embraced her lover who was already a ghost, and subconsciously activated her supernatural ability. The medium was not herself, but her lover. In this way, a singularity was formed and Tsvetaeva's domain was transformed. And life and death The confusion is probably just the basic part. After all, the effect of the singularity is completely unpredictable."

"Is it really unpredictable?" Gogol asked.

Bradbury winked at him, and held up a finger to his lips.

"A little spoiler, then. The story of Orpheus is a story of dying if we can't live together."

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"The distinction between the living and the ghost is gone!"

Atsushi Nakajima almost cried out.

Since the sky darkened, the characteristics of the living people in the perception of the 'tiger' have been drastically weakened, and now they are no longer different from the 'ghost'.

But he and Akutagawa haven't changed.

"Nakajima, calm down." Akutagawa pressed Atsushi's hand.

Akutagawa took a few glances at the sky, which had remained unchanged in thick black.

"The battle has not restarted, which means that the situation is either actually okay, or it is hopeless." He said to Atsushi Nakajima, "So let's continue to complete the task assigned to us by Mr. Dazai."

Atsushi seemed to be infected by Akutagawa's composure, and he also calmed down.

Akutagawa, who works in the port mafia and is Mr. Dazai's student, must have sufficient experience in combat and handling special incidents.Don thought so, and turned his attention back to finding the target.

Then he realized something very important.

"Akutagawa." Atsushi's expression was a little nervous, "Now that all the people who have summoned 'ghosts' have become almost like 'ghosts', then there are still people who have the characteristics of the living..."

It suddenly became very few.And that should be their goal.

The difficulty of the task suddenly dropped.