Woke up and I became Da Jae's bandage

Osamu Dazai was not at home during this period, except for part-time work, I have been spending time in the painting club. The president is a sophomore in high school. She is a very lively and cheerful person. She has the same name as her, named Kudo Yuu Can.

I sometimes bring the tasks of the Armed Detective Agency to the painting club, and she stands behind me from time to time, offering some constructive suggestions.

"If it wasn't for Suzuki-senpai, you would have already been in the third year of high school, and you would definitely be the next president." Yucan Kudo said to me more than once.

Whether the president is the president or not, I don’t really care about these things, as long as there is a place where I can paint quietly—at least not like at home, there is a Dazai Osamu who will harass me after I paint for a while .

Because the tasks I took over before were handled very well, the Armed Detective Agency spoke highly of my painter - they said that although I don't have supernatural powers, when it comes to painting, it can be described as a natural talent .

I couldn't bear to tell them that Osamu Dazai might be even more talented than me.

Today is Saturday, the painting club is empty, only me, Yucan Kudo is not there, I should go to work.The mission sent by the armed detective agency this time was a bit tricky. I was there when the client arrived at the detective agency and witnessed the whole process of the commission.The name of the client is Mu Chuanxia. She has a special identity. She works in the government's secret service. Originally, her identity should be kept strictly confidential, but instead of going to the Ministry of Internal Affairs' Secret Service Division, she found an armed detective agency.Because of the content of this entrustment, she dared not disclose it to insiders.

—she “lost” the list of agents.

This loss is not a loss in the literal sense. What she lost was not a paper or electronic list, but her memory.

"Huh? Memory loss?" Naomi Tanizaki stood behind the sofa and opened her mouth exaggeratedly, "Did it happen suddenly?"

Chuan Xiamu nodded, she held her hands a little nervously, her back was straight, and her body leaned forward slightly, which was a posture eager to ask for help.

"I recalled what happened the day before yesterday, and it was no different from the past." Mu Chuanxia looked a little depressed.

Kunikida Doppo and Dazai Osamu went to Kansai together, so now sitting across from Kawashita Mu is Edogawa Ranpo.He thought for a moment, then stretched out a finger and shook it: "Miss Kawashita, please think about it carefully, did you meet anyone before and after the memory loss that day?"

Mu Chuanxia supported his forehead, with a helpless expression on his face: "If we talk about meeting people, there are really too many people, and I can't think of a specific one at the moment."

Edogawa tugged on his beret in a random way, and said with a slight smile, "Don't think so much, just think about the people you don't notice the most."

Least noticeable?

Chuan Xiamu thought for a while, and said, "The clerks in the convenience store are always seen, so they don't pay special attention."

Edogawa Ranpo shook his head: "No."

Mu Chuanxia frowned, and continued: "Could it be the uncle gatekeeper of our community? I passed him by. But Mr. Edogawa...why do you ask me this question?"

Edogawa Ranpo poked the table with a pencil: "It's still not right. Ms. Kawashita, memories will not be 'lost' for no reason. Losing something is accompanied by 'stealing'. Of course I am looking for a thief."

Mu Chuanxia's pupils tightened: "Steal?!"

Not only Kawashita Mu, but other people in the detective agency were also taken aback. Relying on their trust in Edogawa Ranpo, they believed it was true, but... stealing memories, could it be that the other party is a person with supernatural powers? ?

"That's even more troublesome." Yosano Akiko rested one hand on her chin and thought, "Just as Ms. Kawashita said, she has met so many people along the way, so it's hard to target her?"

Edogawa Ranbu smiled, he turned his head and glanced at Chuanxia Mu: "Miss Chuanxia, ​​the most unguarded ones are often the most dangerous ones, think about it carefully, have you ever encountered such a situation?" people?"

He paused for a moment, then added another sentence.

"For example, children?"

child.

When Edogawa Ranpo said these three words from his mouth, I saw Mu Kawashita gasped.

She nodded with difficulty, her face full of disbelief.

"I did meet a kid who was standing in front of an ice cream shop and looked like he wanted ice cream very much. There were no adults around him, so I bought him one."

"Okay, that's it." Edogawa Ranpo looked back at me, "It happens that Ah Che is also here, then, we will ask you next."

Edogawa Ranpo stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, letting me sit on the sofa.

Hmm...my task is to draw a portrait of that child based on Ms. Mu Chuanxia's description.It would be fine if it was the usual normal description. I can draw pretty well, but the most critical problem now is that Chuan Xiamu's memory has been affected. The appearance of the child.

At this moment, I am sitting in the painting club, worrying about the drawing board for a while - the sense of disobedience, this painting is full of disobedience.Mu Chuanxia's description sounds normal everywhere, but when they are spliced ​​together, something is not quite right.This painting does not look like a child at all.

I sigh.

At this moment, there was a sound of opening the door of the painting club, and I looked in the direction of the sound, and it was Yucan Kudo.

I looked at the time, it is already five o'clock in the afternoon, what are you doing in the painting club at this time?

Kudo Yucan was very happy to see me, she smiled at me: "Suzuki-senpai, you are indeed here, I came back to get some things, and bought some food by the way, do you want to eat some together?"

She didn't mention the food was okay, but when she said I was really hungry.So I nodded and pulled two chairs from the side, one for Kudo Yucan to sit down, and the other for burgers and drinks.

Kudo Yucan hummed a song while drinking a drink, looking in a good mood.I also laughed, picked up the hamburger and said "thank you", then asked: "President, you seem to be very happy, did you encounter anything worth celebrating today?"

Kudo Yucan nodded fiercely, and shook his finger at me: "I found a new part-time job, and I will be able to start immediately. The salary is very good, and it is also the type of job I like."

I was so happy for her, I clinked glasses with her with a drink, and asked casually: "Where is the new part-time job?"

"It's an orphanage." Kudo Yucan took a bite of the hamburger, and said indistinctly, "It's still under construction, but it's already recruiting help."

I have a meal.

What did Osamu Dazai tell me earlier?The orphanage he was going to investigate was about to open a branch in Yokohama, right?

I looked at Yucan Kudo: "That orphanage...isn't it called 'Shizhu'?"

Kudo Yucan's eyes widened: "Yes, senior, how did you know?"

I took another bite of the burger.

******

An hour later, I left the painting club.

I didn't tell Yucan Kudo about the hidden dangers of that orphanage, but I just reminded her not to rush into the job, and she can go there after it is fully completed.Yucan Kudo seemed to take my words seriously, and promised me that he would still work in his original store in the near future.

Just now, she saw something on my drawing board, that weird portrait of a child. She smiled while eating a hamburger: "Senior, are you playing a jigsaw puzzle? Put a lot of people's faces together Together."

This sentence flashed like lightning in my mind, and I stared at the painting in amazement, suddenly enlightened.

It is not that there is a problem with Ms. Chuanxia Mu's description, nor is there a problem with my painting, but that there is a problem with her memory itself.The image of the child in her mind has been tampered with, and she has mixed up the appearance of many people.

That is to say, that day, she definitely saw not only that one child, but at least three of them.

I was thinking about this question, and felt it necessary to tell Ranpo Edogawa, he would definitely make further reasoning based on this information, and then find the right direction.

There are still 10 minutes away from home, the street lights on both sides of the road are on, and the early autumn at the end of September is slightly cool. I walked slowly along the street, still thinking about the problem of the painting in my mind.

I passed an alley that was two people wide.

Then I stopped.

The street lamp on my left cast a shadow, and in the middle of the shadow stood a little boy with a bunny doll in his arms, looking at me with big beautiful eyes.

There seemed to be tears in his eyes.

"Brother, I'm lost," he said, "Can you take me to the police station?"

I was silent for a moment and held out my hand to him.

He wiped his tears, put his little hand in my palm, held his rabbit doll in one hand, and obediently walked forward with me.

I looked at the shadows of the two of us under my feet, one big and one small, the little boy was very quiet along the way and didn't speak much.There were very few pedestrians on the street, and there were only two of us on the road for a long time.

Then, my cell phone rang.

I took it out and looked - it was Osamu Dazai.

I hit the answer button.

There were noisy voices over there, and Dazai Osamu's overly lively greeting: "Oh, good evening! What is my family Ah Che doing at this time! Guess, I won't be staying in the painting club all day again today." ? Let me tell you, always sitting and drawing is very harmful to the body. You must get up and move around from time to time, and drink plenty of water. Your throat will heal soon, so don’t repeat it.”

I used to be the nagging one, but now Osamu Dazai is nagging more than me.

"Okay, I know."

The other end of the phone was quiet for a while, Dazai Osamu's voice came again, and finally returned to his normal tone: "Ache, are you outside now?"

"Yes, I'm on my way home."

"Try not to go out recently, I will go back from Kansai soon." He continued, "Try to avoid communicating with strangers on the road, especially, don't touch children."

I paused for a long time, and then said "hmm".

This time Osamu Dazai paused longer, and his tone suddenly became more serious: "Are you really on your way home?"

I looked at the fork in the road ahead, then looked at the little boy beside me, and said to the phone, "I'll call you when I get back." Then I hung up Dazai Osamu's phone.

The phone rang again, one after another, but I didn't answer.

The little boy turned his head and glanced at me: "Big brother, why don't you answer the phone?"

I looked at him: "I'll take you back first."

The little boy laughed, brows and eyes crooked.

"I actually want to go to my elder brother's house to see it." He said, "I especially want to see that beautiful ruby."

The author has something to say: Children are very naive, and they will be stubborn after recognizing one thing, and they are easy to be brainwashed.

Thanks to Qiongtu Moke and Tangshi for mine, thanks to Fu Xi and Mengyi for their nutrient solution, thank you for your support.

PS: To make a little digression, I have been busy recently so I have been in a tense state of saving manuscripts. It just so happens that this part is stuck again. I look at my empty manuscript saving box and I am really bald. Instead, it is the indescribable plot of Ache and Dazai in the later stage Well written (?)

For the next article, I will save at least 5 words before posting on QVQ.