Another World Bookstore in Yokohama

Chapter 67

"Literature is really elusive." Atsushi Nakajima looked up at the sky and sighed softly.

Knowing that the other party was about to complain, Osamu Dazai fell silent.

"Holding a pen and looking at the paper under my hand, there is always a feeling that it is difficult to start, and this feeling is really painful."

"It's like I wrote this article and struggled with it for a long time."

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I really can't think of what to write next!

Atsushi Nakajima looked at the snow-white piece of manuscript paper in front of him, and a hint of soul overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Writing is really different from fighting.

Just thinking about what to write, he already felt like he was going bald...

He didn't have any thoughts, no insights, just stared blankly at the empty manuscript paper.Nakajima sighed.

Ah - it's better not to find the subject by yourself first.

Let's write a fan first.

Putting his hand on a thick book, he paused.

Still don't write "Journey to the West" colleagues.

The writer with the same name as him that I read before has written several fanfic articles about this, and he wants to change it.

So, which one should I write...

It's really tangled.

Move your hand to another heavy book.

This is it!

Atsushi Nakajima picked up the book and put it in front of him.

"Dream of the Red Chamber"

But he didn't want to write that kind of fan about love, although he also wanted to write some, after all, the stories in the book are really difficult to understand.However, he has no love experience at all, he can't imagine what kind of ghosts he can write.

Now he can, or wants to write an ordinary story about the relationship between relatives.

Filial piety, relationship, bondage, confusion, depression, own direction....

Starting with the thinking of one of the characters, mixed with various new modern concepts and difficulties, and finally being assimilated with them, and reduced to a story of a puppet of the old era.

The extended story itself is not exciting, but the profound humanistic thinking in it is what shines.

When I was stuck, I looked up at the sky outside the window to let my mind go, let my thoughts flow more smoothly, pour out the dirt in my mind, and then write lines of words that poke my heart.

After writing this, I will show it to everyone in the detective agency.

After more than half of the writing, Atsushi Nakajima thought excitedly, he felt that this article could also be shown to others.

I don't know what kind of evaluation I will receive~~

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"Probably it was like that at that time." Atsushi Nakajima sighed, "I was really struggling before writing."

"That's really bad." Osamu Dazai said comfortingly, "But it would be much better if you have an idea and write it down."

"Well, although there are some lags sometimes, it's much better."

Atsushi Nakajima smiled, picked up the notebook on the grass, and pulled out a small card from the binding behind the cover.

——This is a short poem written by Mr. for his own writing, which is related to encouragement.

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On the other side, Edogawa Ranpo and Ayatsuji pedestrians.

Edogawa walked in front of him, humming a little tune.

Followed by Ayatsuji pedestrian who walked indifferently.

"Flower Street~Flower Street~~"

"Let's go to that store next time!"

"Hey, Ayatsuji—" Turning around, Edogawa trotted over and shook the man's arm vigorously.

When the other party looked over, he said with a smile, "That's the one!" He was about to point his finger.

"That fruit shop?" Ayatsuji said.

Edogawa Ranpo opened his eyes wide in surprise, "You know——"

"Of course, I've been watching you all the time." The man smiled.

——!

"Ugh, it feels like being stabbed in the heart——Ayatsuji, you know how to do it!"

The man snorted, "Okay, didn't you say you're going to that store?"

"Oh right!"

"It's because you interrupted, Lord Ranpo is not wrong~"

"How can there be a mistake, it's nothing more than being noisy."

Feeling something was wrong, Edogawa Ranpo frowned, "What kind of adjective is that! What kind of noisy, is that used to describe Lord Ranpo!"

"It means you're kind of cute."

"Ah, this is okay~"

He was coaxed right away, but it was him who was acting like a baby in the beginning.

"Let's go then, let's see what good food is available in that fruit shop." Ayatsuji walker pulled Edogawa Ranpo's small cape and walked forward, "If you keep talking like this, you will never be able to walk into that shop." shop."

"There's no need to exaggerate so much~"

"This is a fact."

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"Delicious!" Walking out of the shop, Edogawa Ranpo's face was filled with happiness.

He rubbed his round belly and let out a long sigh.

"That rose cake is really delicious. It has a crispy golden skin. When you bite it down, the crispy skin falls between your tongue and teeth. After you bite down, it is the result of the contact between the teeth and the petal jam. Cool taste and mellow rose fragrance."

"Chewing carefully, feeling the taste and texture of the bread mixed with petal jam in the mouth, the crumbs of the skin wrapping the whole snack in the mouth, bringing a more wonderful taste experience——"

"Such a sense of happiness!"

"There is also the chrysanthemum tea that goes with it. I don't know what was added. There is a little bit of sweetness in the slightly bitterness. After taking a sip, apart from understanding the sweetness of the flower cake just now, I am also sober. Spirituality, there is also a faint feeling that all hardships are rewarded."

"And the one at the front,"

"Okay, okay," Ayatsuji pedestrian interrupted with a sigh, "You have too many feelings."

Ranpo Edogawa scratched his head in embarrassment, "Isn't it because it's delicious~"

"Don't you think so?"

"...It's really delicious." Ayatsuji pedestrian paused for a while and said, he turned his head to look at Edogawa Ranpo.

"You like this kind of stuff?"

Edogawa Ranpo blinked, "Need to say? I thought you already knew."

"Making sure."

"Confirm this? What are you going to do?" Edogawa Ranpo narrowed his eyes.

To this, Ayatsuji pedestrian just snorted and said nothing.

"gone."

Lifting his steps, he turned around and walked in the direction they were going, leaving no half a step for the man behind him.

Vaguely guessing something, Edogawa Ranpo opened his eyes wide.

However, he didn't say anything more, with a delicate smile on the corner of his mouth, he followed Ayatsuji pedestrians and continued to stroll on the street.

Why all of a sudden?

--who cares.

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"Please take care of the things this time." A man in casual clothes bowed to an old man in front of a fountain in a square.

The old man hurriedly straightened the man upright, his voice a little panicked, "I know how to do everything, after this dream is over, I will definitely get it done!"

"So, please,"

The voice was interrupted, and the man said with a smile: "Don't say that, it makes me look like some beast in the world, obviously I won't eat you~"

"!" The old man's pupils trembled, and they met the beautiful purple pupils.

For a moment, he felt like he was going to be sucked in.

"That's it, I look forward to your future performance, I will leave first~" The man said with a smile, bowed his hands and walked over the old man to the distance.

...

One step, one step, another step.

Suddenly stopped.

Fyodor looked at the man who was gradually walking in front of him in surprise.

"Gogol?"

The other party seemed to be panicked, and when he saw him, he ran away.

Then he ran up to him, supported his knee with one hand, and pressed his shoulder with the other, breathing tremblingly.

"You, what is this?"

"Throw it away, throw it away!"

Fyodor's pupils narrowed.

"That square box is on you, right? Throw it away!"

The black-haired man's fingers trembled slightly.

"why,"

"There are bombs inside! It will explode!" Putting his hands on Fyodor's shoulders.

"Why, tell me?"

The man twirled his fingers and asked with a smile, "Accordingly, this should be a secret, right?"

After hearing this, Nikolai pursed his lips and paused for a long time, "Yes, no...because,"

"I... don't want you to die."

The author has something to say: Ayatsuji pedestrians are trying their best to reduce the bad feeling caused by Edogawa Ranpo before, so getting along with tolerance is the most important thing!

For Gogol, that bomb|bomb seems to be a masking word?

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