After the leader of He Sen

"Don't yell, okay? It's been said that I'm a detective, not a master!" The boy replied angrily.

"I'm sorry, that—Mr. Detective, because you are really powerful and feel that you can see through everything, so you called the master without authorization." I said seriously.

He was very satisfied with my answer, and he was not angry anymore, "You are very discerning."

"Big—I mean Mr. Detective, may I have your name?"

"My name is Edogawa Ranpo. Remember it carefully. This is the name of the No.1 detective in the world. What about you? What's your name?"

"Qingzhi Lixiang," I asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, that trick just now... that you can see other people's secrets when you put on glasses, is it a supernatural power?"

"Not bad. That's my detective's ability [Super Reasoning], which can instantly see through the enemy's flaws, and I can't hide any secrets."

I sighed: "It's really powerful." If such a power is added with a super force value, it is almost invincible.

But looking at his slender hands and legs, he can spill the snacks in his arms all over the ground when he collides with me. The possibility of having a super high force value can be said to be basically zero.

"Then what did Mr. Detective see me like just now?" Rubbing his hands together, it felt like playing a decryption game.

Ranbu didn't answer immediately, he took out another piece of chocolate from the shopping bag, but this time he didn't eat it himself but handed it to me directly, "Here."

"Ah... thanks." But what does that mean?

"You are too bitter, eat something sweet." Holding the snack bag, he continued to walk forward.

Me: ...So that's the case.

No matter how you say it, you can’t follow someone like a stalker, or you will cause him trouble, so after walking for a while, I asked the question I wanted to ask the most: "Mr. Detective, where do you work now?"

"It's too much for you to speak so politely."

Have it?Because he was the first person to know that I was resurrected, and he didn't make a fuss. Generally speaking, if he knew that there was a person who was resurrected by his side, ordinary people wouldn't be so calm.

Should it be said that he is a master?With the addition of the halo, the language is not consciously rigid and alienated.

"Then let me ask another question, where does Mr. Detective work now?"

He bit the lollipop, and lazily replied: "Armed Detective Agency, Kunikida took your commission before."

"What? Can this be seen too?" I was shocked.

"...It has nothing to do with the ability, I know it's because of turning over the report records."

I remembered, no wonder the name Ranpo always sounds familiar, it turned out that Mr. Kunikida asked Mr. Oda to buy him snacks when he first went to the detective agency.

Alas, this relationship is so complicated.

"Mr. Detective, are you going back to the Armed Detective Agency now?"

"Yeah, the snacks are bought, and today's work is over." With a bang, he violently crushed the candy in his mouth.

Sounds like a mouthful.

"But... this road is in the opposite direction to the Armed Detective Agency..."

He stopped in his tracks, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

I also don't know that the powerful detective Ranpo is a road idiot.

Originally, he wanted to send Luanbu to take a bus, but it turned out that he didn't have the basic knowledge of which bus to take and how to take it.In the end, I had to send him back in person.

"Mr. Ranpo, why did you come back so... Hey, Kiyoe-sensei?" Kunikida looked at me with a look of surprise.

"Oh, it's Miss Kiyoe!" A handsome young man with iris eyes appeared behind Kunikida. I think his name seems to be Osamu Dazai.

"Why did you send Mr. Ranpo back?"

"On the way, I got a call from the master by chance, so I followed up and asked a few questions, and then sent him back after finding out that he had gone the wrong way." I simplified the process so much that it couldn't be more streamlined.

Kunikida raised his eyebrows: "Master?"

Dazai covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking strangely.

Ranbu, who had already spread out the snacks on the table and enjoyed them happily, responded dissatisfiedly: "I told you not to call me Master! It sounds not at all pompous, but like a liar gathering people to spread improper ideas."

"...I mean Mr. Detective." I was used to shouting in my heart, but I accidentally yelled wrongly.

"Then, I'll take my leave first." There's nothing wrong with continuing to stay here, not to mention that they all have their own things to do.

"Wait, Kiyoe-sensei," Kunikida called to me.

I turned around in a daze: "Is there anything else?"

He asked worriedly: "Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

Dazai leaned next to me, neither close nor far, very gentlemanly distance, "It smells of peaches and alcohol."

"Peach smells like shampoo." I bought it casually when I was shopping in the supermarket. I didn't want the smell to be heavier than the shampoo I used before. Fortunately, it's not too fragrant, and it's okay to use, so I didn't change it. "Alcohol The smell is because I drank some shochu at the entrance of the supermarket just now, probably because I didn't control the amount and accidentally drank a little too much."

I made a little gesture.

Dazai smiled: "It's a little bit of a million."

"Mr. Qingeda, it's quite dangerous to drink alone outside, not to mention that you can't drink very well, and you will get drunk after a little." Kunikida automatically switched to the strict teacher mode.

I never drink outside. I made an exception today because I felt uncomfortable after attending Xia Sui’s funeral, but I didn’t drink much shochu. Otherwise, it would be impossible to send Luanbu back safely. Could it be the stamina of this wine? Is it bigger?Or it's just that I drink alcohol on my face.

He thought a lot in his heart but his tongue was so stupid, Kunikida took him into the reception room before he could say anything, "Let's lean on the sofa and rest for a while, and go back after the drunkenness passes."

I straightened my tongue: "Won't it bother you?"

"You're just resting on the sofa. We're doing our own things in the office, so why bother you?" Kunikida insisted on letting me stay.

Grabbing a pillow from the side to hug, I nodded: "Understood."

I was originally the only one in the reception room, and I actually felt a little sleepy while sitting, but soon this little sleepiness disappeared due to the arrival of Chaobu.He put the snacks on the low table in front of me and started digging out jelly to eat.

The pile of snacks in front of him has been reduced by half compared to the beginning. He is really good at eating snacks.

"Why does Mr. Detective know that I have died once? Where did you know it?" After thinking about it, I still feel curious. Holmes is very powerful, but it is all through various small details that ordinary people rarely pay attention to. To reason, that is to say, there is evidence for reasoning, but such a thing as rebirth is against common sense. It is light to say that it violates common sense. It can be said that it directly violates the law of time.Where can this kind of thing come from?

"Your left leg, didn't you have a serious car accident and almost died?" His answer was completely different from what I expected.

It turned out to be referring to the car accident and not the one dying in the sea.

Reluctantly, he continued to ask: "Then what do you mean by the phrase 'the reason for coming back is not clear'?"

He behaved like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "It's just that I didn't see it at that moment, but I saw it later."

"See what?"

"You survived that car accident because someone helped you, right? It was your family? Or a friend?" Ranbu started eating glutinous-looking dumpling. Is the green one flavored with matcha?

I was silent for a while, "It's family."

The moment the car hit the guardrail and flew out, the moment Mom finished saying that our whole family should go to hell and she protected me again.She has always been such a contradictory and complicated person, her mood is always cloudy and cloudy, she can say she loves me one second and say she wants to strangle me the next second. The last moment is still the same.

As for my father, in my eyes, he has already lost his qualifications to be a father very early, so I will only feel scared when he does excessive things, and I will not feel hurt because I have been emotionally numb for a long time.

But mother, murdered me and saved me, what kind of mentality should I use to face her death after I survived.

There is loss. I wanted to find the reason for resurrection and the reason for living from Ranpo, but my hope was still in vain.However, just deducing so much information from the incomplete left leg is already worthy of the title of "master", so it is not disappointing just to be lost.

"Want to eat dumplings?" Ranbu asked me, pointing to the last red dumpling in the box.

"Eat." The red one is red bean flavor, and the green one he ate just now should be mung bean flavor.

No, it should still taste like matcha.

The glutinous dumplings are not sticky to the teeth, but the taste is a bit sweet. I want to drink some tea to neutralize it.Next to the snacks is the tea that Atsushi Nakajima brought in halfway. I picked up the cup to drink, but I remembered what happened a long time ago, so I put it down again.

After Luanbu finished his snacks, he was called to solve the case by a phone call. At first, he was arguing about whether to go or not, and rolled around on the sofa.

This battle reminds me of Fu Jiang rolling around on my sofa.

Kunikida followed behind like a worried mother and persuaded: "Let Atsushi go with you this time, so you don't have to worry about getting lost. The crime scene is quite close to here, so it won't take too long."

"I don't want to! I just came back from the outside, it's freezing cold, I don't want to go." After that, he started chewing potato chips.

Kunikida refused to give up and continued to coax, but the effect was minimal.

Is he really the Kunikida I know?The original rigid and serious teacher has become so... rigid and serious...

Nothing seems to have changed either.Thinking about Ranpo's miraculous [Super Reasoning] ability, it is estimated that all the difficult commissions received by the detective agency need his help.That being the case, there is capital in being self-willed and having a bad temper like now.

I don't know why there is a trace of envy?

After going on like this for about half an hour, Luanbu received a call, and obediently went to investigate the case.

I stared dumbfounded.

It was a magical phone call. The caller should be someone more authoritative than Ranpo.

That being said, the person who agrees to this condition should be—

President?

After Luanbu left, I was left alone in the reception room, everyone was so busy.

After I took out my phone and swiped for a few minutes, I became more and more restless, and the floating drunkenness that had bound my mind before had almost dissipated, and it was time to go.

First, I have to say goodbye to Kunikida.When I put my hand on the doorknob to turn it, the door lock turned one step ahead of my hand.

The face of Oda Sakunosuke came into my eyes, and I found that I met him frequently during this period, and I met him either when I was going to a place or when I was leaving.

He hesitated for a moment and then said: "Why is Miss Qing Zhi here? Is there anything I need to entrust?"

I repeated to Kunikida what I had explained to him, and suddenly remembered: "How many children did Mr. Oda adopt?"

"Currently there are ten." I didn't expect my topic to jump so fast, and his expression didn't seem to react, but he still answered the question well.

Me: "A lot!"

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"Didn't Mr. Oda give me a dolphin doll before? I want to buy some toys or snacks for your children, but I don't know how many children you adopted, so I haven't put it into action yet."

The mild-tempered Oda Sakunosuke rarely frowned: "No need."

I was a little embarrassed: "Don't you like dolls and snacks?"

"I gave you that dolphin doll to make you happy, not to ask you to return the gift."

I didn't speak for a long time.

"Miss Qingzhi actually doesn't need to be so cautious. The gift I gave you doesn't need to be replaced with something of equal or higher value if you want to treat you well."

I forgot how to end the conversation with Oda Sakunosuke, and my mind has been buzzing since I came out of the detective agency.Oda Sakunosuke accidentally poked my sore spot. It is too hypocritical to say that it is a sore spot. It should be said that it is my long-standing concept of love.

I've always felt that love is about taking from each other.Is there a person who is willing to be nice to another person without asking for anything in return?

I don't know what other people think, anyway, in my opinion, this kind of thing is unreasonable to ridiculous.

Love and marriage are nothing but sweet games of exchange.

I gave Mori Ogai the right to use his own abilities, and he gave me considerate love and the joy of top-level technical flow.

When there is a crack in the exchange relationship that both parties agree with, that is, when one party can no longer provide the other party with the original bargaining chip, the marriage breaks down.

That's how Mori Ogai and I were.The abuse of abilities sowed bad seeds unconsciously, and the germination process was ignored. When the Tandison family sent a letter of challenge to afia with a desperate oath, they realized that the bad fruits of the bad seeds had changed. It became a bullet in the mouth, buried in Yokohama, not just afia, it will drag the whole city down together.

The emerging supernatural organization, whose name was rarely heard before, used despicable and cruel experiments to transform the bodies of all members of the organization, making them look like imitations of Zhongye.Mori Ogai said that Chuya's rampage state can be controlled by the ability to nullify the power, but once those people enter the rampage state, they must fight to the death. There is only a starting point and an end point, and there is no transfer point.

"The simpler and cruder something is, the more useful it is to use as a weapon." This is what Mori Ogai once said. At that time, I still wondered whether it was a compliment or a loss. Now I think about it more It is a kind of emotion.

With desperate determination, the Tandisons seek to avenge the death of their leader, Lionel.

Lionel is the boss Mori Ogai killed with my power.Although I didn't personally participate, I essentially killed people.

There is a truce condition in the challenge they issued: kill me.

Break my limbs and float me down the river in a black suitcase until I die.There is a legend in the Tandison family that people who die like this will be used as sacrifices to the devil at the dark river leading to hell, and will be eaten by the devil, and their souls will be tortured forever.

It's really cruel.

When I saw the challenge book, I was already simulating the thoughts of Mori Ogai in my mind:

First, facing the battle head-on, plunged the entire Yokohama into dire straits, resulting in countless casualties and losses for both sides.

Second, use my ability to kill all the experimental semi-finished products of the Tandison family. This is the most reasonable item to avoid future troubles, but unfortunately it is not an option.Once before, I fell into a coma for three months due to excessive use of the ability. After waking up, the almost cheating ability could no longer be used, like a dry well, completely dried up.I even suspect that the Tandison family chose to issue the challenge letter at such a point in time because of this information.

Third, kill me and reach the truce conditions.

As long as the leader of afia is not a fool, he should know how to choose, let alone Mori Ogai who has always pursued the optimal solution.

I knew that there would be such a day, when I couldn't use my abilities, I knew that there would be such a day when the most important exchange relationship supporting our marriage collapsed, and the marriage would also collapse, it was only a matter of time.

The essence between lovers is to use, and only when the use is smooth can love be born.He uses me and I use him.

So at that time I said sorry, sorry that I ran out of chips early and made you lose embarrassingly.

My communication with editor Yuko is basically through email or LE, especially in the middle and end of the month when the new issue of "Strange Talks and Hundred Scenes" is published.

"Teacher Lily, have you decided what to write about the topic of this article?"

"Not yet, I don't have any good ideas for the time being." Too many things happened in the past two weeks, if Yuko hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that the delivery date was approaching.

"Teacher has tried many subjects before. Have you ever thought about writing a more common subject this time?"

"A common theme? Does Yuko have any recommendations?"

"How about just taking love as the theme?"

"Eh? Didn't the previous "Jellyfish" feature the theme of love?" I replied wonderingly.

"Ah... Although the theme is love, one of the partners is not a human being."

"So you want me to write an article about people falling in love?"

"Probably that's what it means, but it's always weird for the teacher to say it."

"I understand."

Yuko replied in disbelief, "Do you understand?"

"Well, I've even thought of a name, so I decided to call it "First Love", how about it? It's a very traditional theme."

Yuko felt relieved this time, "That's right, it's such an ordinary theme that reads very warm and healing!"

"Warm and healing? I can't guarantee that the written text will be in this style." Replied a little apologetically.

"It's okay, even if it's not warm and healing, a slightly bitter or regretful secret love is also good."

"I understand, and I will try my best to write such a work."

In this way, the theme and name of the new article are set, first love.

The previous articles were all from the perspective of women. Even if the protagonist is not a woman, the perspective is still feminine. This article will try to cut from the perspective of masculinity.But what is the angle of masculinity?Rough?No, I have also seen works written by male writers with delicate brushstrokes.

In short, try it first, write an article about a boy secretly in love with a girl from the perspective of a boy.

It was the first time I wrote such a subject and I didn't feel stuck, but unexpectedly finished it smoothly.But if you are not satisfied with it, in short: "It is really special beyond my expectations."

"Is there? It's just a very ordinary first love novel, is there anything that needs to be revised?"

Yuko: "Meditation jg"

"This novel should be regarded as the teacher's official writing from a male point of view, right? Although the main character in "The Dog and Me Determined to Be a Ruthless Killer" should also be a male, the text processing deliberately blurs the gender."

"That's right." I typed nervously, "So the problem with this one is that I'm writing it too fake? It doesn't look like a real romance novel from a male point of view."

There is no way around this, after all, I have never been a real boy, should I read more masculine novels and film and television works to find my feelings.

"No, rather than saying it's false, it's better to say it's too realistic!"

"...Is that so?"

"I thought that with the theme of first love, I could write a little bit of dokidoki no matter what, but what the teacher wrote is completely moving forward in the dark direction. I don't feel like the "Jellyfish" article about extravagant dokidoki."

"Is it dark?"

The content of "First Love" that has just been written is roughly as follows: the hero of the novel has a crush on the heroine and wants to confess to her, and when he quietly follows her home on the road, he finds out that the heroine lives alone.So he was worried about the safety of the hostess, and would quietly follow the hostess to send her home every afternoon. Over time, the hostess found out about the hostess' living environment and the surrounding neighborhood.

On an ordinary night when he sent the hostess home, he stood downstairs and looked at the lights in the hostess' room. At that moment, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He felt that he was so great. Has been silently guarding the heroine without asking for anything in return.This kind of pride encouraged him to make his first bold move. He rushed upstairs and found that the door of the hostess was half-opened and unlocked. He wanted to confess, but he changed his mind after stepping into the room. The heroine was lost and a photo was taken.

In school, he was ordinary-looking, relatively short, and the unnoticed male protagonist ate up the beautiful female protagonist, and the process was unusually simple.This gave the hero the courage to use those photos to force her repeatedly.After that, he didn't send the heroine home again. He thought that what he liked was the gentleness and beauty of the heroine, and what he liked was the soul that couldn't be touched. In the end, he found that he just wanted someone else's body. In the lies I made up for myself.

The hero burned the photos he took, and his first love was over.

"I can't say it is dark, it should be regarded as ordinary realism." I think that compared with some dark and cruel human nature topics, this article I wrote is already very small and refreshing. yes, can you?"

Yuko: "No, no, there is no problem with the plot and the writing, and the depressive thought that I want to convey is also well conveyed, so it can be used. Tears jg"

Me: "Wow, that's really great." I don't know how many brain cells will die if I want to overturn the writing.

"But... Excuse me for asking, how many times has Miss Lily been in love before?"

"twice."

"Didn't first love make you dokidoki?"

It turns out that Yuko can also gossip. I replied to her: "During the love process, I am very dokidoki, so it is very handy to write about the hero's secret love for the heroine's little thoughts." I feel that I still write very delicately.

"But the final direction of the story..."

Me: "I'm so sorry..."

"Are you in love now?"

"No, I don't have this idea for the time being." Just going to work and submitting the manuscript has already consumed most of my energy.

"Mr. Lily, how about throwing away the previous experience and having a love without any scruples?" Although it was not a voice, I could feel the tone became agitated.

"Happy and happy? Does it mean the indescribable aspect?"

"Ah, it's not... No, that's right, since it's a joyous experience, it must be satisfying both indescribably and emotionally, right?"

"I see, where can I find such an object?"

You may not be able to meet the type you like. "

"Can an author like me participate?"

"Teacher Lily, after all, she is also a person who has published several works, please have more confidence in yourself."

"Ah, okay. There should be nothing to do next week, so you can go." As a collection, maybe you can collect writing materials.

"That's great! I'll add Teacher Lili's name to the list! Although most of the time I just communicate with the teacher on the Internet, I can always feel that you, teacher, are a little bit dangerous."

"Dangerous? Where?"

"Let's look at love."