The Dongdu investigators collectively found the writer and expressed their willingness to help him get rid of Mamoru Yoshida's killing rules. They even designed a quite feasible plan for this purpose-the soul-sucker would use a soul-sucking device to remove the writer's soul from him.
The writer was sucked out of his body, and then an investigator code-named "Fridge" froze the writer's body...
"Is it just you rookies?"
The writer rejected the enthusiastic help of his comrades and drove everyone away from home with a cold face.
With the help of green friend Rie, the living person who just exchanged souls with the afro doll [Soli] and returned to his own body insisted on staying.
"Believe me, I can help you survive,"
The living person held the writer's hand tightly: "You can't do this - risk your life to save the guests, save me, but don't give others a chance to repay your kindness."
"Cut the nonsense,"
The writer pushed him out the door, "Unless you want to go back to Solly's world."
The investigators from Toto City tried not to leave, but the writer took advantage of his close relationship with his friend Rie and moved the dolls out of the figure room one by one and placed them at the door.
The living person who originally thought that the writer was just a bluff tried to get closer without belief, but was just a hair away from straying into the parallel world of the doll. The power of the rules brushed against his scalp, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
"You are absolutely crazy!" the living person concluded.
After confirming that the Toto investigators had left the area, the writer spent an afternoon writing a short story about his love story with Midori Rie.
The prelude of the story is the bizarre story that happened on that weird train two days ago. After that, the writer adapted the plot carefully written by Mamoru Yoshida, but the writing and language are far more sophisticated than the other. The end of the story is that the writer was captured by his lover's handiwork.
Devoured by dolls...
That night, Mamoru Yoshida narrated the first episode of "The Death of a Writer" carefully written by himself on the radio to a few listeners.
When he narrated: "The writer walked out of Midori Rie's house and came to the bleak street..."
The writer seemed to feel the call of Mamoru Yoshida and kept pace with the story on the radio - he walked onto the street outside his house, and not far forward, he saw Mamoru sitting alone in a wheelchair, with ragged clothes and a dirty face.
Genichiro Hirahara, a grotesque disabled man with a beard and cloudy eyes.
At that time, the streets were empty and silent, and the moon was engulfed by dark clouds. Only the dim street lights that should have been extinguished were shining. Genichiro Hirahara grabbed the power-assisted rocker arm of his wheelchair and slowly turned in circles, driving his whole body to silently move towards the writer.
Under the streetlight, Genichiro Hirahara's shadow slowly shortened, shrinking to a small round ball and then began to lengthen again. The shadow finally touched the shoes of the writer who was walking towards him, and then his ankles, legs...
…
The investigators from Dongdu were hiding nearby at this moment, formulating a careful plan to rescue the writer, but when they were about to take action, they discovered that Mamoru Yoshida had also written them into the story——
[Investigators from Dongdu sacrificed themselves to rescue their partners, but found that they collectively contracted the terrible night blindness that night, and were completely lost in the familiar streets and alleys, until the first ray of sunlight shone into the city in the early morning.
Only then did I realize that they had gotten up and walked outside the East Police Office Building at some unknown time]
They struggled with night blindness and the pain of getting lost, but in the end they were still criticized by the radio host, who vowed with shame and anger that sooner or later this shabby program "Midnight Rumblings" would be completely banned.
…
This is the first time Genichiro Hirahara has come to Tokyo. In the past, he always walked through small towns at night begging. He only begged once a day to the first passerby he saw. If the other person was willing to give alms, he would take away their hands.
, so that kind-hearted people will no longer be able to give love easily, and then understand that not every good deed in this world will receive kind feedback.
If the other person refuses to give alms, he will take away the other person's legs, allowing the cold-hearted person to think from his perspective and sympathize with the suffering of the disabled person.
"young people,"
Rolling the wheelchair in front of the writer, Genichiro Hirahara's eyes briefly became clear, "Have mercy on me, an old guy who has lost his legs."
The writer took out some change and handed it to Genichiro Hirahara's hand.
"Thank you, you are such a kind person,"
Genichiro Hirahara's iron-like hands suddenly grabbed the writer's arms, "As a thank you, I have to teach you an eternal truth - unprincipled and ignorant kindness to strangers is the key to your happy life in this world.
The biggest obstacle.”
After that, he pulled off the writer's arms with both hands.
The strange thing is: there was no howl of pain, no panic at all, and not even a drop of blood flowed from the broken arm of the writer.
Under Genichiro Genichihara's slightly surprised gaze, the writer's head sank, and he thrust forward, biting the severed arm in Genichiro Genichihara's hand, and pulled it back. Because of the excessive force, the writer's teeth were breaking.
There were two rows of deep teeth marks on his arm.
The writer held the arm in his mouth and reattached it to one of his shoulders. He then used this restored arm to take back the other arm from Genichiro Hirano and put it on the broken part of the other shoulder.
After completing this series of incredible actions, the writer took off the bowler hat on his head, placed it on his chest and bowed slightly to Genichiro Hirahara: "Thank you, I learned a lesson."
After speaking, he turned around and left. On the way back, the writer moved his shoulders and arms freely, showing a light and relaxed posture.
It was the first time Genichiro Hirahara encountered such a situation, and he watched the writer disappear into the distant night with a confused expression.
Bound by the rules, Genichiro Hirahara could no longer make a second begging request to the writer tonight. Every time the rules were cracked, Genichiro Hirahara's own rule energy was also depleted. He felt very unlucky and left before dawn.
He left this unfortunate city and disappeared without a trace.
The writer returned to the home of his green friend Rie, and his weird girlfriend was waiting at the door with the tenth generation Soli in her arms.
When the writer stepped into the door and saw Solly, his soul emerged from Solly's handiwork and completed the exchange with Solly's soul hidden in the writer's body - the immortal body is Solly's body.
According to Li's rules, no matter how many parts he is broken into or blown into foam by bombs, as long as there is still a piece of living body, Suoli can always recover as before.
After returning to his own body, the writer suddenly felt that the world in his eyes was completely different from the past. With a sudden upheaval, he saw the colorful river of time and space spinning above his head, and strange, illusory and real faces appeared one after another.
His eyes kept flashing, scenes of people talking, crowding, and passing each other, scenes of fierce battles one after another, and parallel worlds encompassing mountains and seas, with myriad phenomena, heading straight towards him...
"my sweetheart,"
During the violent ups and downs of his heart, Midori Rie bit his ear and said:
"Welcome to the world of rules..."
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