After the leader of He Sen

"So...is the investigation on Tomie cancelled?" Kunikida's tone was full of doubts.

"Yes, I'm really sorry. I should have called you earlier to explain this matter, but I forgot." At the beginning, I went to the detective agency to ask him to help, but now I have someone cancel it temporarily. I wanted to slap my anxious self to death.

The voice from the other end of the phone was hesitant: "Actually, I have wanted to call you a long time ago about the investigation of Fu Jiang."

I pricked up my ears: "Yes."

Kunikida coughed a few times, and said in a slightly distorted voice, "This student's private life seems to be rather chaotic."

"I know this. That child is very beautiful, and his moral awareness of the relationship between men and women is quite weak, which is why this result is caused." Besides, he is still a little bastard who is only interested in pleasure and has no ambition.

These adjectives have long made me stay away from others, but they fit inexplicably with Fu Jiang, and it is difficult for me to feel disgusted.

"Is...is that so... So Kiyoe-sensei knows," Kunikida heard the rustling of pages, "but what surprised me the most was that Kawakami Tomie's life history was blank."

I clenched the phone in my hand: "What do you mean?"

"His household registration, home address, and kinship are all blank. This is really unreasonable, because you haven't pressed for results here, so I still think about using other methods to investigate further... I also thought about it. There is no possibility that he had worked in some kind of organization before, and after leaving the organization for some reason, he asked someone to help wash his identity."

Tomie works in some kind of organization?He's the kind of person who hates people shouting at him the most, and I really can't think of anyone who he will obediently obey orders. Kunikida's guess is that the possibility of this is really small.

"Teacher Qing Zhi, can I ask why you canceled this investigation?"

"There is no particular reason, but one night he suddenly ran to my door and told me that he was going to transfer schools, and we have lost contact since then." The scene of meeting Fu Jiang for the last time appeared in front of my eyes, his voice The aggrieved "Teacher, I'm here to say goodbye to you" seemed to ring in my ears again.

Kunikida was silent for a moment and continued: "Probably since the night he said goodbye to you, I have been unable to trace his whereabouts."

Through the phone, I couldn't see that Kunikida was holding a supernatural photo in his hand. Tomie's face had been processed by special technology, and a dark and distorted double image was superimposed on that beautiful face.

He didn't show me that picture.

After I hung up the phone, I sat on the sofa in a daze. The information Kunikida said on the phone was still echoing in my brain. What kind of person would have a blank life history?Such a person should not exist, unless it is a monster.

"Then am I special to the teacher?" That's the second best question Fu Jiang asked when he gave up on making me like him.

Certainly special.

This particular teenager disappeared completely from my ordinary life like a flash in the pan.

In mid-December, editor Yuko sent me a message on the line: "Christmas is coming soon, and the magazine is preparing to issue a Christmas special like in previous years, so please ask Teacher Lili to write an article with Christmas as the theme. "

By the way, she also said similar things to me on the eve of Halloween, but the serialized article "Weird House" at that time followed the path of slight horror and warmth, which fit the theme very well, so I used it directly.Now that "Weird House" has been serialized, and there was a two-week break in the middle, it is also time to write a new article to get back the feeling.

"Looks like I'm going to write a fairy tale story again." I typed the text on the phone screen and sent it.

"Ah... the last age group survey made Mr. Lili worry."

After the serialization of the last article, the magazine conducted a survey on the age group of readers on a whim, and found that my articles are very popular among children in the age group of 8 to 13, which really confirmed my identity as a writer for children.

Although I felt that my writing level could only write fairy tales before, but at that time, considering that the magazine "A Hundred Scenes of Strange Talks" was aimed at all ages, I did not deliberately avoid some adult-oriented hints when writing the article. The plot, now that the results of the questionnaire are out, I feel pressured to start writing.

"The teacher doesn't have to be too stressed, just write according to what you think in your heart as usual."

"That's what I said, but as long as you think that the main audience of the story is children, you can't treat it calmly." I sent a distressed steamed bun person emoji.

"Teacher, if you think about it this way, the choice between the story and the readers is two-way. Young readers like to read this slightly darker style. Don't worry too much about changing your own style."

These words encouraged me invisibly, and I decided to continue to stick to this strange style of writing, but what kind of story should I write?

After briefly replying to Yuko, I turned off my mobile phone and threw it on the desk, leaning back in the chair and thinking about Christmas-related elements.

Speaking of Christmas, the first thing that comes to mind is Santa Claus and the Christmas gifts that come with it, otherwise just make a fuss about the gifts.What kind of presents have I received for Christmas in previous years?

Christmas in my childhood was always accompanied by quarrels between my parents. My father cheated on him to find his old lover. My mother cried hoarsely. I hid in my room and did not dare to make a sound, hoping that this bad night would pass quickly. .

"What qualifications do you think you have to teach me? You also belong to a third party. How is your essence different from me now?" Father sneered, "Stop pretending to be occupying the moral high ground."

The two of them are really a natural pair, and they can accurately step on each other's thundering points with every word they say.My mother hated words such as third parties and interfering in other people's marriages the most in her life. When she heard what her father said, she immediately raised her voice to retort: ​​"Isn't that kind of thing that can only be achieved if both parties are willing? Do you have a completely independent mind?"

here we go again.I plugged my ears, did they forget that there was a daughter under ten years old at home, and the adult-oriented topics were open-minded.

Thanks to the two of them, I was able to figure out the anatomy of men and women, and how children come about, through research at an early age.Compared with the classmates who still believed that the child was brought by Song Zi Niao, they could be called precocious.

Until high school, my ex-boyfriend who was still dating gave me a pair of earrings at Christmas. I was so moved that I buried my face in his well-developed chest muscles and cried.

"It's too hurtful, why don't you like this gift so much? Mei Meiji said that girls would like this kind of thing." His distressed voice contained panic deliberately concealed, and he stroked my hair helplessly, "You Don't cry, okay, I'll give you something else later."

"It's...it's not that I don't like it...I'm just moved. This is the first time I've received a Christmas gift. I like it very much, I like it very much!" I raised my head while wiping my tears, and tightly held the small box in my hand. , the warm love in the heart quickly spread to the throat, and I was almost about to say embarrassing words of love.

But he was stunned, and his thoughts didn't know where to go: "Are you so unpopular?"

I:……

God is fair, he gave his ex-boyfriend a handsome face and superb golf skills, but at the same time took away something.

The original intention was to search for some subject matter that could be used for writing in my mind, but the subject matter was not found, and the sad memories flooded onto the shore of memory like a tide.

But thanks to the memory, the theme has been roughly determined. I plan to write a love story between humans and jellyfish.

The moment the theme was determined, I could still imagine the surprised expression of editor Yuko.

The theme is inspired by the ex-boyfriend.

grateful.After so many years of breaking up, it is really amazing that I am still shining on my writing career.

The first time I saw live jellyfish was when I went to the aquarium with my ex-boyfriend. At that time, I didn’t know the names of those jellyfish. I just remembered that the mysterious plankton were very beautiful. Standing next to the huge exhibition tank, I made wow like a fool. marvel.

The ex-boyfriend pretended to be cool at the beginning, and was somewhat dissatisfied with coming to the aquarium for a date: "What's so interesting about the fish in the aquarium?"

After that, it became: "Wow! These light and fluffy things actually have four hearts, so cool! Lixiang, look at this jellyfish can change color!"

Me: "No way... that should be because the lights inside are changing color."

The ex-boyfriend observed carefully for a while: "...ah yes."

"Hahahaha, you are so poor!" I laughed at him wantonly.

He blushed and strangled my neck.

After a few years, I still remember the scenes of those transparent elves swimming in the water with their umbrellas shrunken, and the material used to make an article is really suitable.

It is also very simple to hook the theme of this article with Christmas, as long as the jellyfish is set as the Christmas gift received by the protagonist. Thinking of this, I started writing this article with the mentality of writing what I can only A vaguely framed article:

[I firmly believe that everyone has superpowers, it's just obvious or not.Some people are good at language learning, some people are naturally sensitive to numbers, and some people can sing with a crunching sound.

In my opinion, some abilities are a little bit nonsensical, but they are all very interesting abilities.

But my ability is much more boring. Simply put, it is a photographic memory.When I first went to school, I relied on this ability to easily pass the big and small exams. At that time, I thought this ability was really the best ability in the world.

Before the exam, I only need to flip through the textbook at random, and those words slipped into my mind like life to find a place to live. As long as I want to, I can find these knowledge points and copy them down whenever I want to use them.During the exam, I seemed to be staring at the test paper in a daze, but I was actually looking for the answer to this question.The teacher who thought I was cheating wandered around me for a long time, and finally returned to the podium without finding any evidence.

But as I got older, I quickly discovered the shortcomings of this ability.The huge memory capacity is just a bulky computer. I can retrieve the files in it and play the videos in it, but I don’t have the ability to process them, so I can only memorize them.

I can't explore the original basic knowledge like the good-minded students in the class, dig deep into unseen fields, and become an excellent scientist.I can't create new things, I can only remember what's already there. ]

As I was writing, I suddenly thought, people with supernatural powers are not uncommon these days, maybe someone really has the ability of the protagonist to never forget.

[That day looked no different than usual, an ordinary day.

I am walking on the road.Seeing birds flying overhead, hearing the horns of cars speeding by on the highway, and smelling the tarmac in the hot sun.Sight, smell and touch are all being converted into small fractions of memory capacity.

An accident happened when we were about to cross the road at the intersection.

A little girl was hit by a big truck right in front of me.She let out a short scream, followed by the sound of viscera and bones shattering as she was run over by a tire that trailed a long trail of blood down the road.I could smell blood clearly because I was too close, and it took me a long time to react and call an ambulance.

My brain honestly and mechanically records all the memories of this short moment.

The little girl, carrying a yellow canvas satchel and a pink barrette pinned to her bangs, smiled at me before crossing the street.She is a very cute girl.

There was also half of her head that was broken after the car accident, the scene of her family crying bitterly when they arrived, and the expression of the drunk driver who caused the accident without any remorse.I remember so clearly that every detail can be paused, zoomed in and zoomed out again.

The memory system that has been running clumsily since I was born has a broken gear. I stayed in my bedroom and didn't know how to fix it. I wanted to violently use my thoughts to control myself from thinking about it, and roughly unplug the broken gear.The result set off a series of chain reactions.

The sadness when I was deceived by my friends, the malice I encountered for no reason when I was walking on the street, the me who chose to ignore my classmates who were bullied, and so on.All these memories that were locked in unknown corners were released, and they were played in a loop in my brain when I opened and closed my eyes. I was finally sick. ]

Anyway, there are still nearly two weeks before the manuscript needs to be delivered, so I only wrote the beginning of the article and left it at will when I found the feeling.

There are still several days before I go to Miyagi Prefecture, but I have already started to look forward to it, and I even take stock of the clothes and daily necessities that I want to bring there.

I jumped onto the bed and rolled around on it, thinking about what kind of souvenirs I should buy to take home. Do I want to make some desserts myself?But desserts are only delicious when they are hot from the oven. Maybe I will make cakes with my aunt’s family on Christmas Eve, so I don’t need to make desserts alone and bring them home.

Alas, what a sweet annoyance.

The smell of Christmas is getting stronger and stronger. There is a light show in the American Mountain Park, and various stores are also launching discounts one after another. Tagawa complains with some regret: "I am such a fool, I should have bought it later if I knew it earlier." , The clothes I bought at [-]% off last time are now at [-]% off! [-]% off! [-]% off!"

I kindly said, "It's not a bad thing to buy early and enjoy early."

Tian Chuan looked at me tearfully: "I haven't worn the most expensive dress yet, it's too cold to wear it now."

I:……

Tagawa’s emotions come and go quickly, and after a while, he put the matter aside and chatted with me about the star he was chasing recently, “Tsuga Ren is so handsome, his latest movie is about to be released, I will definitely I’m going to watch it in the cinema! I don’t know when the related peripherals will be released..."

She read in bits and pieces, and I spoke a few words where necessary, and soon it was time for class.

Today's class is Class A of the second year of high school, and Xia Sui didn't come when the roll call was called.

"Teacher, Xia Sui is not feeling well, resting in the health room." Meixia raised her hand to answer my question.

I thought it was because the weather turned cold and these beauty-loving little girls didn’t pay attention to keeping warm, so I caught a cold, so I didn’t ask Xia Sui about the cause of the disease. I didn’t find out until after class that Mei Xia came to me quietly and said that she had something to discuss with me in private. Not what I thought.

"Mitsuha, why don't you leave? The teacher is going to close the classroom door." This spacious music classroom will become an activity room for the wind performance department later, so I will lock it after each class to avoid other students during the period run in.

Mei Xia lowered her head and rubbed her hands awkwardly: "Teacher, I need your help with something, no, it should be Xia Sui who needs your help with something."

"Isn't Xia Sui staying in the health room?" I wondered.

"Yes... yes," Meixia stammered, "it's about feeling uncomfortable."

Although I haven't been a teacher for a long time, the worst guess immediately appeared in my family's mind, and my expression became serious involuntarily: "Could it be that Xia Sui hasn't menstruated for a long time?"

It has happened in previous schools that high school students were lucky and did not pay attention to protective measures, and the nature of this kind of thing can be said to be quite bad.

Moreover, today's children are more open-minded in this regard than before, and they don't take it seriously when they don't have menstruation for a long time. They don't understand the seriousness of the matter until it's been a long time, and even their lower abdomen starts to protrude.I still remember that after the incident happened in the school, the father of the female student came to the school from work and beat up the boy. If it wasn't for someone pulling him by, the boy would have stayed in the hospital for a long time.