Yokohama old father writes book daily

The situation can't be said to be good, but it's not too bad.

In short, in the following time, everyone else found excuses for work and left, leaving Oda Sakunosuke and Fukuzawa Yukichi alone in the conference room.

The majestic middle-aged president did not mean to embarrass the amnesiac, and reviewed the past year of Oda Sakunosuke with concise and powerful words.

In fact, the overall situation is not too complicated. It is probably because Oda Sakunosuke solved the Cangzhi Apostle incident a year ago, obtained the qualification to join the detective agency, and then joined.

During this year, he lived a step-by-step life, solved some large and small detective agencies' commissions, and passed the day like water, and then suddenly lost his memory.

In fact, Oda Sakunosuke doesn't quite agree with the amnesia statement, because according to this setting, he should be 26 years old this year, but he clearly remembers that he died at the age of 23, in Dazai Osamu's arms.

The smell of blood and death still lingered in his nose, even though his body was no longer in pain, the feeling of passing life was still deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.

Assuming that at the last moment, the female doctor named Yosano Akiko teleported to the ballroom of the bungalow and rescued him with the supernatural power [Please Don’t Die], then there are still many unreasonable things in his current situation place.For example, Dazai, where did Dazai go?

"You look very pale." Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at him with some worry, "How about you follow Xie Ye to act together before you retrieve your memory? It cannot be ruled out that this is the enemy's design against you. There will be incidents, and it will be safer to have a companion."

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head.

He intuitively couldn't let himself fall into the hands of Dr. Xie Ye, although he didn't know why he had this intuition.

In order to change the topic, he mentioned another matter: "Is the kid who was with you at that time Edogawa Ranpo?"

"At that time?" Fukuzawa Yukichi was a little confused at first, and then immediately reacted, "You mean we met for the first time? That's right, he was the one who pointed out the truth at that time, and he was the one I wanted to save later. Also, this detective agency was established in the first place because of Ranpo."

After finishing speaking, Fukuzawa Yukichi showed a somewhat relieved expression, which was not too obvious, and was deeply buried by his usual seriousness and rigidity: "You asked the exact same question last year, it seems that you are still You haven't changed your temperament due to amnesia, then please protect yourself and pay attention to the abnormalities around you at any time."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded in response.

Fukuzawa Yukichi asked him again: "Do you need me to ask Kunikida to familiarize you with the environment?"

Sakunosuke Oda recalled the young man with glasses he just met, and the small book with the word "ideal" written in that young man's hand, shook his head and refused: "It's better not to disturb others because of me."

"Well, your previous work has been completed, so you can take a temporary vacation in the near future." Fukuzawa Yuji made arrangements in a very stern tone, which sounded like saying "You are useless, take the initiative yourself." Let's resign."

This is exactly what Oda Sakunosuke wanted. He was not prepared to be a detective himself at all, and he was not familiar with Fukuzawa Yukichi at all.

But when he said goodbye and left, President Fukuzawa still said a very humane farewell message: "Oda, take good care of yourself."

"Ah."

He agreed, but he was actually a bit perfunctory.

Or maybe his mind wandered elsewhere.

It doesn't really matter whether he lost his memory for three full years, or came back from the dead, or something else.

If a person thinks about curry before dying, it means that as long as he is not dead, he must eat curry.

Yes, curry is the point.

Nothing beats curry.

Only the curry is what counts.

The spicier the better.

So Oda Sakunosuke left the brick reddish-brown building like a sleepwalker, wandering the streets alone.

When he walked through the streets of Yokohama where the sea breeze was blowing, he suddenly realized that it was very possible that he had lost his memory for three years, because all the familiar scenes in front of him seemed to have disappeared for three years in the blink of an eye——

Some rusted billboards on the corner of the street suddenly showed three years of rust.

The whitewashed walls suddenly showed three years of street graffiti.

The street trees growing in the green belt suddenly became three years old.

A poorly managed pet store that was on the verge of bankruptcy suddenly turned into a candy house.

Oda Sakunosuke suddenly felt his pocket move, as if something alive was struggling inside.

He reached into his pocket and took it out lightly, using two fingers to pick up a piece of paper that was constantly turning over.

It was a palm-sized paper figurine, in the flat-painted style of anime as a whole, with a blue-patterned kimono on a white background and black boots, natural curly silver hair and dark red eyes, and a small wooden knife in his hand.

The small wooden knife was actually made of wood, like a toothpick stuck to a piece of paper.

After being pulled out by him, the paper figurine immediately raised his hand to block the sun, and made a slight complaint: "I'm going to be blind, I'm going to be blind, I'm going to be blind! Why is it so bright, Ah Yin, I'm super fragile now! Tian Zuo, you are taking revenge on me, right? You are definitely taking revenge on me, right!"

Oda work...

Hearing this familiar title again, Oda Sakunosuke felt a little twitch in his heart, and raised his five fingers to help the paper figurine block the sunlight.

"Ah, it's much better now." The paper man rubbed his eyes, "It's so scary to look at everything when you get smaller, Odasaku your nostrils are now as big as two caves where a train passed .”

"The cave where the train passed, it's really big." Oda Sakunosuke agreed.

The paper man was silent for a while, and then changed the subject bluntly: "The situation is a bit wrong. You have become a member of the detective agency. Then, do you still have to follow the plan?"

"what's the plan?"

"Hey, you're the one who strongly demanded to cross over, right? Why am I the more active now? Don't let me become like a country mother. Hey." The paper man complained dissatisfied.

This time seems to be an apology.Oda Sakunosuke thought.

But he really doesn't know any plans, and doesn't even know the little card guy.

It is impossible for the piece of paper to move by itself, let alone speak, so this should be the effect of some kind of supernatural power, right?

Remotely control a piece of paper, and can also communicate in language. Such abilities are very suitable for stealing information. It seems that it is also good for concealed remote communication. Considering that small objects such as toothpicks and wooden knives can also be used, it may be possible. Perfect for sneaking and lockpicking...

Oda Sakunosuke thought further and further, until he found that the paper man was stabbing his finger hard with the toothpick and small wooden knife.

This level of ruthlessness only made his fingertips sag downwards, without causing any pain.But the paper man seemed to have used a lot of strength, and there was a vivid crossroads symbol that probably represented anger on his face.

"Odasaku, why are you in a daze, do you really lose your memory? Do you remember who I am?"

This is the second time today that it has been identified as amnesia.Oda Sakunosuke thought.And it seems that the content of the amnesia is not the same, he seems to have lost two different versions of the memory.

If possible, he would be more than happy to call out the name of the paper man, instead of confessing his empty brain again: "I really don't remember who you are." To be precise, I don't know you at all.

The paper man was shocked: "Edo, Kabukicho, Master House, me, Kagura, Shinbaji, and Lake Toya Immortal, don't you remember all of these?"

Oda Sakunosuke nodded honestly.

Then he saw the paper man collapsed, let go of his hand and threw the small wooden knife in his palm, and then he stomped on it, and at the same time cursed: "Look at what you did, you useless thing ! It’s all your fault that Odasaku lost his memory! What? How dare you deny it? Are you an irresponsible idiot?”

Oda Sakunosuke was a little curious: "Who are you arguing with?"

"It's the Lake Toya Immortal who lives in Lake Toya." The paper stopped angrily, probably because he realized that his trampling could not cause any damage to the small wooden knife.

Then, the paper man raised the small wooden knife with an expression of resentment, and showed Sakunosuke Oda the words on the handle.

Those are three letterings smaller than rice grains: "Lake Toya".

The paper man explained: "We sent this guy here. You can't see this guy now, but it will appear in your dreams when you sleep in. It's useless... What? What? Dare to cry? You should figure it out that I should cry now, right?!"

As he said that, the paper man stepped on the small wooden knife under his feet again, and then looked at Oda Sakunosuke with a displeased face: "My name is Sakata Gintoki, and I am the only top boss of Manshiwu. I have taken you in for three full years. Don't care Food is in charge of your living, I have never asked you for a penny of rent, I am a firm sweet tooth, but I have tolerated your pursuit of spicy curry..."

Another three years.Oda Sakunosuke thought bitterly.If you count the three years, is he already 29 years old?

It's amazing, it seems that six years of my life have been added out of thin air, but I don't feel it at all.

Dazai once told a story about a world changing rapidly, and only one patient stayed in the past time and space, but he didn't explain why that patient was like this.Later, under Ango's questioning, Dazai gave the answer that the patient had already died.

Ango said that this answer was unpopular, but he thought it was just right, and now he has a deeper understanding.

As expected of Dazai, he can make up quite philosophical and exquisite stories casually.If the person who wanted to become a novelist was Dazai, he would have already become famous all over the world, right?

His thoughts spread out, but his ears still received the information from the paper man.

The author has something to say: Oda’s speculation is not true, please don’t be misled2333

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