East Ying Weird Creation

Chapter 581 Finale (Part )

When Gu Xing woke up in the somewhat damp basement of the Nara apartment he rented, he found a hole as thick as a finger on one side of the wall near the floor tiles.

He lay at the entrance of the cave and looked for a while. There was some light inside, but he couldn't see the specific scene clearly.

He smiled and touched the edge of the cave, a cool feeling that made him feel a familiar tenderness.

From the next room came the sound of Chiyo and Ryuichi discussing the settlement of accounts and repayment of debts, and they were still making many mistakes.

He walked out of the house and then outside the apartment.

A bright moon shines on the earth. Above the Central Park in the distance, the huge black hole that looks like the bloody mouth of a monster cannot be seen.

He turned around and went back to his room, sleeping more soundly than ever before.

……

The next morning, when I woke up again, the moisture in the corners had disappeared without me noticing, and the warm scent of the quilt was floating in the air.

When he stood up, he habitually looked at the familiar wall. The direction of the cracks in the wall was like the wrinkles on the smile of an old friend.

Walking out of the apartment again, the morning sun was shining obliquely.

At the door of the apartment, he met Ryuichi who was cleaning his motorcycle.

The other person was humming an old Showa song, and the metal parts glowed softly under the soft cloth.

Long Yi was as enthusiastic and bright as when they first met: "Hey, good morning, our neighbor!"

"The motorcycle is beautiful,"

Gu Xing smiled and nodded, "Are you going out so early in the morning?"

"Yeah," Long Yi waved the rag, "Haha, I have to earn money to support my family - today's sunshine is perfect for a ride - do you want to take a ride to work?"

"Thank you," Gu Xing waved goodbye to him, "I prefer walking and looking at the freshly baked butter buns at the corner bakery."

The morning breeze lifted the corners of his shirt, and it felt wonderful.

……

The green ivy on the windowsill of the criminal class has sprouted tender yellow new buds.

While Anda was checking the case files with a pencil in his mouth, he saw Gu Xing wiping his police officer name tag with a velvet cloth. The metal plate reflected the fragmented golden sunlight flowing in his eyes.

"Are you trying to change your ways by being so diligent?"

"honestly"

Gu Xing patted his desk: "You don't know how much I like him."

……

The aroma of freshly ground coffee wafts through the afternoon teahouse.

When Gu Xing pushed open the glass door, the wind chimes emitted tiny spots of light in the spring sun.

The Son of God lowered his head to sort out the convenience manual. His ponytail swayed gently as he wrote, and the ends of his hair were dyed light pink from the cherry trees outside the window.

"Need to ask for directions?"

When she looked up, cherry blossoms flew through the half-open window and fell on her shoulders.

Gu Xing looked at her smile and suddenly remembered the can of brown rice tea she handed him when they first met in Nara Apartment.

"Excuse me." His voice was softer than the spring breeze, "Is there any coffee shop nearby that you can recommend?"

The tip of Shengzi's ears turned slightly red, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked his work badge: "There is a family workshop around the corner. The boss likes to draw cartoon characters wearing hats on cappuccino."

Then he suddenly laughed and said, "I always feel that you look like one of the cartoon boys."

The wind chimes rang again, and a cool breeze swept through their eyes as they smiled at each other. The aroma of butter buns from the bakery in the distance filled the street, entwining with the aroma of coffee to form a gentle spring score.

… As dusk fell over the steps of the Metropolitan Police Department, Red Shirt and Crow walked out side by side.

"The third victim has appeared—" Redshirt shook out the hem of his red windbreaker and waved the case file in his hand, "The housewife completely lost her sense of guilt after writing an apology letter to her husband who worked out of town."

Crow flipped through the case files as she walked, the cuffs of her slim suit revealing the clean edges of her white shirt: "The emotions that the postman takes away will become stamp patterns. Look--" She ran her fingertips over the photo of evidence, and next to the postmark on the envelope was a stamp with a light blue teardrop pattern.

"My assistant speculates that he will appear at the Lover's Hill mailbox tonight,"

Redshirt pulled out a yellowed letter from his inner pocket and said, "Want to bet? I guess the next unlucky person will be the high school student who writes love letters every day."

Crow shook his head. "My bet is on the new product from the bakery in Ginza - I'm betting on the solitary novelist. The envelope of the manuscript he returned last week had whiskey stains on it, and it's obvious that he's been relying on alcohol to fuel his inspiration."

The two walked towards the parking lot, and the night breeze lifted the corners of the red shirt.

Crow suddenly stopped and looked back at the street corner. Under the neon light, a figure in a hoodie walked slowly.

"What's wrong?" Red Shirt looked in the direction she was looking.

"That guy," Crow turned around and pressed the car key, "has terrible taste in clothes."

……

At a big star's autograph session, Gu Xing stood on tiptoe at the end of the line, looking around.

Makoto Tozawa's chestnut curly hair was gilded by the sunlight, and the rustling sound of the signature pen moving on the album cover mixed with the gasps of the girls in the front row.

When it was Gu Xing's turn, the spotlight on the poster wall just turned to a certain angle.

Makoto Tozawa blinked her eyelashes and stroked the embossed cherry blossom pattern on the album cover with her fingertips: "Do you need a signature?"

"Just a normal signature will be fine." Gu Xing noticed that there was a cartoon Band-Aid on the inside of her wrist. The pattern was a cat that the heroine in "Lidu Love Story" liked.

The pen tip paused beside the lyrics of "Snowpiercer" on the album cover, and Tang Ze suddenly raised his eyes: "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Ken Takakura?"

There was a urging cough from behind.

Gu Xing pushed the album towards her: "Few people say that."

When Tang Ze finished signing the last stroke, his sleeve rubbed against his wrist.

It was only when Gu Xing walked out of the mall that he realized there was a pencil-drawn cat on the inside cover of the album, with the lyrics written on it in wet ink: [The mist on the glass windows will eventually reflect the light of reunion].

……

late at night.

Gu Xing stood beside the wall, looking at the small hole at the bottom of the wall.

He imagined that at this moment the moonlight was shining outside on the earth, and a layer of silver light was wrapped between the sky and the earth.

As he bent his knees and squatted, the stale musty smell of the basement was suddenly replaced by the salty taste of the distant sea breeze.

His fingertips were suspended half a centimeter from the hole, and he could feel a breath that transcended time and space - just like that ridiculous night many years ago when he first inserted his fingers into the hole.

Chiyo's confused mumbling came from next door: "Ryuichi... it seems we underestimated the money we paid for the steak last time..."

There was a faint luster at the edge of the hole in the wall, as if it was the moonlight fragments condensed on her eyelashes on the night when he blocked the sculpture of the Sorrowful One for the Son of God.

The moment the finger approached the small hole, the entire wall was covered with ripples of soft light.

Gu Xing closed his eyes and chuckled, thinking of the spotlights on the poster wall of Karasawa Makoto's book signing event, thinking of the red shirt and windbreaker sweeping the steps of the Metropolitan Police Department, and thinking of the crow at the end of the cycle saying to him when they exchanged the crow tattoos: "Is this a token of love?"

Just as his finger was about to enter the hole, Gu Xing curled up against the wall and fell asleep.

At this moment, there was no black and white TV that Grandma Satomi liked to watch in the room, no Nobuhiko Kumada looking up at the moonlight on the windowsill, no Eijiro and his son playing chess seriously, no Sayasu hanging around, no Fujino concentrating on reading, no Naya, no Yasui Haruka... no weird bookshelf that he was familiar with.

As the morning light came, the hole in the wall that had carried countless rules disappeared like a healed scar, leaving only the bizarre dream he had in the crack of time and space, and the loneliness and joy of being wrapped in a hoodie and facing the wind in the subway passage.

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(End of the book)