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Yokozaki Yukiya did have something to do, but mainly he wanted to relieve his mood.The ups and downs of the day were almost comparable to the troughs in his life. If he didn't calm down for a while, he would vent his anger, which was wrong.Mr. Wen Ye is just an innocent and poor victim.

And it is said to send aid, what is the use of sending aid who lives in a peaceful world without extraordinary power or even has only three heads?Gaia was finally driven mad by the Alaya consciousness and ready to self-destruct?

He sighed deeply, and didn't want to go near his workplace, so he walked aimlessly around the street twice, and finally turned into a store related to Doll's House.

Maybe Mr. Chuya Nakahara will really come over in two days, so be prepared.

Unknowingly, he bought a lot of clothes, accessories, furniture, food and toys, which made the journey home very difficult. Yokozaki Yukiya left the things and said his long-cherished dream with joy: "Huh, cough cough, I'm back ,middle--"

He stared blankly at the two figures sitting side by side and looking back at him.

I haven't seen you for a few hours, and you have another cat?

Zhongyuan Zhong also did not expect that the turnaround came so quickly, like a tsunami.

His memory is very vague, especially because he doesn't know Yokozaki Yukiya well, which makes him dare not act rashly.He cautiously searched for "Wen Ye" first, but didn't find any noteworthy information, so he simply added his surname.This time the related entry directly jumped out of the "Central Plains Chuya" that he was very concerned about. He immediately clicked in, and the more he looked at it, the weirder his expression became.

...is this him?Shouldn't it be?But the phrase "dirty sadness" is very familiar to him, so it is really him?No, it's not true at all, he has never been married, how could he be a poet, and he has no memory of other poems except this line!

When Zhongyuan·Not a Wenhao·Zhongye fell into chaos, a somewhat familiar crackling sound came from the bedroom.Accompanied by familiar and unfamiliar complaints, Nakahara Zhongya got up with a "bass" and quickly ran to the bedroom.

"Hmm! Detective...huh?...Huh! Since you want to confuse your memory, you should do it thoroughly. Are such rough methods deliberately provoking me? The Detective is about to get angry!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped abruptly, barely stopping in front of the glass without bumping his head into it, looking at the tumbling figure trying to crawl out of the pile of figures in surprise and doubt.

Yukiya Yokosaki was so shocked that he even forgot to clean up the handicraft cabinet that has always been a treasure. The resin figurines that fell before were still rolling everywhere and piled up together.And this guy who called himself a detective was unfortunately pressed down by a silver-haired man and a black-haired woman, and couldn't get out for a long time.

It's too weak, and Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but slander, but mysteriously raised his vigilance.

"Huh, huh, you... you idiot!" The detective, with his hat off, noticed the information revealed by the other party at a glance, although he probably guessed that there was a 99.99% possibility that he had taken advantage of the other party's carelessness. Weak, but because of that vague intuition, he chooses to watch famous detective jokes... It really is a fool!

"Are you asking for help?" Nakahara folded his arms uncomfortably, looking at the other person's face puffed up with anger and feeling inexplicably tired. What kind of anger is he putting on? This is someone who is about the same mental age as Yokozaki Yukiya the imp.

"...A famous detective is not a brat! A famous detective is much older than you!!"

"How do you know how old I am?" Nakahara Chuya pushed open the glass door that was not closed tightly, walked in, and stood in front of the famous detective, "Do you know me?"

"Isn't that obvious? I know you, and you know me. We all know each other." Mr. Detective opened his eyes. They were a pair of very distinctive, emerald green and cold, like frost on new leaves. s eyes.When he looked over, it was as if a basin of ice water was poured down with his sight, which made people feel shivering from the cold that had been stripped away.

"The one who erased the memory... No, it didn't erase it at all, it just covered it with hay, but there was glue on the hay, damn it, it's so damned, it's targeting me! It's deliberately made such an unsightly appearance So that I will lose interest in exploring, the famous detective will remember you!"

Nakahara Chuya: "...Who do you want to remember? A certain, uh, person with supernatural powers?"

"A person with different abilities? A different ability? Oh, how can a different ability do this?" The figure on his body was lifted, and the detective finally heaved a sigh of relief. He picked up the hat that had been left on the side and put it on. It is clearly the handiwork of a 'god', or a higher-level existence, and we are not even in the world we lived in before."

Central Plains was also a little shocked, but when he thought of what he had searched, he breathed a strange sigh of relief: "Isn't it in the same world... That's right, it can be explained in this way... Wait, how do you know this? Your More memory than me?"

"I told you he's a detective, you idiot hat." The detective slapped the ashes on his body angrily.In less than a second, he gave up this overreaching plan, and laid them down depressed.

He straightened up again, and only when he looked up did he find Mr. Hat standing aside with a dark face. He couldn't help but: "...Yes, Mr. Detective can't open that glass door, what? Don't you want to let me out to know more information?"

This annoying brat, Zhong Yuanzhong said "tsk" in displeasure: "You'd better be more like an adult, I won't tolerate you indefinitely."

The detective looked at him, then at the few figures he had put away just now, and lowered his gaze.

Nakahara Chuya, whose conscience began to ache again: "..."

Why on earth does he have so much conscience?

Walking at random was very slow, passing by the carpet and almost tripping several times, Zhong Yuanzhong could only slow down and briefly explain the information collected from the two hours since he woke up.The famous detective listened absent-mindedly, but extracted all the relevant information. When he came to the phone, he did not hesitate to search for writers who were contemporary with the poet Nakahara Nakaya, and locked his name at a glance.

"I'll call Shigeo Hirai," he said, and glanced at Chuya Nakahara, "Bunya."

The tone seemed to be calling grandchildren.

Nakahara Chuya: "You give me enough."

Edogawa Ranpo raised his chin quite resentfully: "There is no way, who made the hat-kun seldom tell lies, so he was casually implanted with false memory appearances to deceive the other party."

Speaking of this, Zhong Yuanzhong was also extremely irritable.He really, really, really doesn't like the idea of ​​his brain being tampered with, like a fish in a tank.

Most importantly, there is a pair of eyes staring at them outside the glass tank.

The only clue was Yokozaki Yuki, but the moment he handed over the phone, Nakahara knew that he had no power to resist it.[Aid has been dispatched from an unknown number. ] Lying in the read email, there was also a message about Yokozaki Yukiya struggling to refuse this kind of assistance, but he didn't receive any reply.

"So you're not implanted with memories?"

Ranpo Edogawa had already read all the emails of Yukiya Yokosaki, and was looking through the address book with a serious face at this time, and said: "Yes, but it was immediately discovered by a famous detective, it's ridiculous, I think Does it look like someone who works in an office building?"

"If you go out to apply for a job, you will be fired within three days." Zhong Yuan also laughed.

The famous detective who couldn't refute, said angrily, "...you who almost died suddenly on the desk, it is indeed very difficult to be fired."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, and subconsciously retorted: "Me? Sudden death at the desk? The me in this world has clearly never worked a day!"

"The difference is huge or even opposite in this kind of place. It's really pitiful," Edogawa Ranpo said, leaning his elbows back on the ground and straightening his short legs. The price of power."

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect this kid to speak such mature words.

Edogawa Ranpo disdained: "When you recover your memory, you will know who the brat is."

"I will be thrown into this world as an 'assistance', and I will be the first one, which shows that my ability... is very strong," Zhong Yuan Zhong also strangely did not get provoked by him, but calmly said that he was attacked by a famous detective. Intentionally ignored, "In a world with supernatural powers, maybe my age cannot be measured by normal means."

The famous detective who has already realized that the other party has no childhood and no family is probably not a normal human being: "Hmph!"

"But if you can be thrown over by the second one, it means that you are not bad." Zhongyuan Zhong also reluctantly coaxed the child. After all, they came from the same world, so they should naturally help each other.

Edogawa opened his eyes randomly, and glanced at Chuya Nakahara in a somewhat complicated manner.

"Sure enough, he was tricked into it." He made a comment.

Central Plains Chuya:?

"Forget it," he scratched his hair and sighed with a headache, "I can't use the ability now, probably there are some restrictions, but you should be intellectual, so you can continue to use that supernatural ability?"

"I don't have supernatural powers." Edogawa Ranpo said calmly.

"... Huh?" Nakahara Chuya wanted to ask "Are you kidding me?", touching the other party's calm and cold eyes, he swallowed the words back, and grabbed the ends of his hair even more irritably.

"Analysis, reasoning, this is a person's own observation ability. If you want to be called a superpower, it is only possible that the ability to collect information is strengthened. The existence of supernatural power may have a type that strengthens the body and mind, but it will definitely There are conditions for activation. A special ability is not special without a beginning, and it will only consume people to death without an end." Edogawa Ranpo saw his thoughts, but he still explained to himself, "If my special ability It is reasoning, and it must trigger some kind of switch before it can be used, such as receiving a commission, touching data and so on.

"But it was only after waking up that I finished my reasoning that I realized that I forgot to 'turn on the switch.'"

"...Maybe your supernatural ability is in other aspects, such as the prisoner will throw himself into the trap after completing the reasoning?"

His tone didn't sound like he cared about it—hell, he obviously cared about this matter so much that he cared about it to death. Having an emotional brat like Yukiya Yokosaki is enough to make a person feel dizzy. He destroyed the world in his last life. Let him encounter problem children one after another?

Edogawa Ranpo: "Pfft."

Nakahara Chuya: "Why are you laughing... When I didn't ask, I said, doesn't having supernatural powers mean you are more powerful? As an ordinary person, but surpassing the whole world, other guys with supernatural powers should cry Confession?"

Edogawa Ranpo: "Pfft."

Nakahara Chuya: "...Hello!"

Edogawa stretched in disorder, lay down on the ground, and yawned: "Okay, the detective has received your request, and will remember to protect you."

Central Plains Chuya:? ? ?

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Luanbu, always so cute

*Shigeo Hirai is the name of the father of three times writer Ranpo.Wen is also the name of the son of Wenhao Zhongye.

The original intention of this article is to create a new social relationship. A good boy should be good friends with a good boy.