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Feja didn't reply to Kawakami Wakai until evening.
As expected... it seems like they've read my message but aren't replying.
She also tried sending a message to ask Fei Jia how her novel was going, but this time it wasn't just read and not replied to; for several days in a row, it remained unread.
Asking any more questions would be impolite, so Kawakami Wakana had no choice but to give up the idea. After all, she didn't want to become "annoying" in Feja's eyes as well.
When Ruoyi went to the Whirlpool Cafe again over the weekend, she discovered that she had a new colleague. She was a foreign girl named Lucy with red hair.
After telling Lucy her name, the label that appeared above her head was—
[Ann, a former member of the "group" and a red-haired woman with special abilities.]
[Affection level: 0% (colleague)]
[Murderous intent: 0%]
"combination"……
Speaking of which, the supernatural ability organization led by Francis was called "The Combination"...
Ruoyi shook her head, telling herself not to worry about it too much. After all, she believed Francis wouldn't accuse Scottie of becoming Gabriel's daughter in her novel.
Dazai Osamu, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, visited the Whirlpool Cafe that afternoon with a white-haired boy. I recognized this boy; he was Nakajima Atsushi, the boy who had joined the Detective Club earlier that year.
Because Lucy had taken over the classes for the two of them, Kawakami Wakana didn't get a chance to speak with them. However, while delivering meals to other customers, she overheard Dazai Osamu saying to Nakajima Atsushi:
"By the way! Atsushi-kun, Lucy-chan is working here now, you two must see each other a lot. I think you should learn a few English phrases, right?"
"Is that so?" Atsushi Nakajima asked, somewhat puzzled. "But... I've only learned to read and do arithmetic before, I haven't learned English yet..."
“I can do it—!” Dazai Osamu pointed to himself proudly, “Believe it or not, I passed the highest level of the English Proficiency Test.”
"..."
The other party was Osamu Dazai. Thinking of the previous "Sukabrück incident," Wakana Kawakami had a strange sense of foreboding.
Sure enough, Dazai Osamu said, "Hello is idiot, goodbye is sh○t, oh right, and this—"
"Thank you for being f○○k you."
"..."
The worst thing is when the air suddenly goes quiet.
Kawakami Wakana slammed a tray into Dazai Osamu's forehead: "Are you never going to stop?"
Then he loudly said to Atsushi Nakajima, "It should be hello, bye, and thank you."
Atsushi Nakajima: Hmm?
He blinked innocently.
What did those few sentences Dazai-san taught him mean?
"It's better if you don't know." Looking into the tiger boy's innocent eyes, Ruoyi left only these words before going to greet the new guests.
Whirlpool Cafe usually doesn't require staff to cook, but that day there were quite a few customers, so Ruoyi was busy until almost evening before she could leave work. As she was changing clothes in the dressing room, pondering whether to buy something to eat at the convenience store or eat at Whirlpool Cafe, there was a gentle knock on the dressing room door.
"Senior Ruoyi, may I come in?"
Lucy sauce?
Kawakami Wakana immediately opened the door, and sure enough, Lucy was standing at the door holding a stack of papers, looking very serious.
"Our commander asked me to give this to you."
"...?"
Francis Sand?
After thanking Lucy, Kawakami Wakana took the stack of papers and glanced at them briefly before realizing that they were all printed with emails.
Lucy explained, "Ever since the 'Group' came to Japan, a mysterious person approached the leader, saying he could help him. The attack on Yokohama with the 'White Whale' was also that person's idea."
Kawakami Wakana nodded, indicating that she understood.
Lucy continued, "At first, the leader also thought that the person was genuinely helping him. It wasn't until he abandoned the original plan that he realized that the person had been manipulating him all along."
"and--"
Her expression became even more serious.
"Hermann discovered that the 'beluga whale' appeared to have been tampered with."
"Perhaps, that person was never a kind-hearted person who genuinely wanted to help the 'group'..."
"..."
Ruoyi gasped, "Shouldn't you have told the Armed Detective Agency about this?"
“Of course I’ll tell them,” Lucy said, “but the captain thinks you should know about it too.”
"—I haven't finished get off work yet today, thank you for your hard work, Senior Ruoyi."
With that, the red-haired girl turned and left the changing room.
There was a row of benches in the changing room of the Whirlpool Cafe. Ruoyi sat on one of the benches and started reading the printed emails.
The email did not explicitly mention "superpowered individuals" or "books," and at first glance, it seemed to be purely exploiting Francis's grief over the loss of his daughter.
She frowned as she looked at the sender's name, "Jerry," and the occasional obscure Russian proverbs that appeared in the text.
For some reason, Ruoyi subconsciously felt—
This person might be Fei Jia.
…………
On the other side.
Fyodor's hiding place.
Hello, dear friend!
Upon suddenly hearing Gogol's lively voice, Fyodor felt his temples throbbing.
He has been quite troubled these past few days.
Clearly, unbeknownst to him, Kawakami Wakana somehow got to know Francis and even showed him the novel, which led Francis to give up on "becoming Gabriel."
His original plan to make the "Beluga" fall also had to be revised.
To be honest, this was already the umpteenth time he had considered killing Kawakami Wakana.
The other party was just a powerless person, which should have been easy for Fyodor, but he wanted to see what the little girl's purpose was or if she had simply stumbled into his plan.
But before that—
He wanted to see if there was anything he could still do with the "group" that had basically been dissolved.
After all, Francis and the other members of the "group" did not return home quickly. They may have already discovered his tampering with the "Moby-Dick" and even planned to join forces with the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia to find him, the "mastermind."
Gogol's continued disturbance at this time only annoyed Fyodor.
A clown dressed in white hopped and skipped in front of him, seemingly oblivious to Fyodor's negative emotions, and placed a stack of papers in his hand.
"This is for you."
Fyodor flipped it over—
It turned out to be a printed version of Kawakami Wakai's short story.
"..."
He wanted to ask Gogol what he meant, but the man who claimed to be his best friend, who also kept saying he wanted to kill him, had already disappeared.
“Appearing and disappearing like a ghost,” Fyodor muttered to himself, flipping through the notes on the paper.
Gogol... actually translated all of these texts into Russian.
Although it's machine translated.
However, it was precisely because of this "kind" Russian translation that Fedor was able to understand some of the content, which was too obscure for his Japanese proficiency to fully comprehend.
"Um?"
He raised an eyebrow, his fingertip lightly touching the line of dialogue the black cat had written.
After all, you've turned her into a new kind of loan shark—lending money with other people's lives.
A new type of usury... huh.
He smiled, put down the manuscript, picked up his phone, and made a call.
"Hello? Is this Sigma?"
"Did you get what I asked you to find in America?"
“Got it,” Sigma replied. “But what do you want me to do with the diary of a little girl who has already passed away?”
“It’s a secret,” Fyodor said with a smile.
After hanging up the phone, he opened a Word document on his computer and began writing his next battle plan.
However--
I had just switched the input method from Japanese to Russian when my phone started buzzing.
"Is there anything else you haven't said, Sigma?" He answered the call without looking closely at the caller ID.
"Feyya, I can't understand Russian either," came a dissatisfied voice from the other end of the phone.
Fyodor: "..."
That sound...
And then there's that Fei Jia voice...
Why did Kawakami Wakai call him?
"What is it?" he asked briefly.
Ruoyi chuckled: "It's nothing important. But, Fei Jia, how about we go visit some internet cafes in Japan together?"
Fyodor: ?
Gogol had been to an internet cafe. But the photos he took, half-jokingly, were clearly inappropriate for children.
"Girls shouldn't go to places like that at night," Fyodor said simply, and was about to hang up.
"Fei Jia, what are you talking about?" Ruoyi asked curiously from the other end. "It's just a regular internet cafe, with computers, self-service drinks, and comics. High school students can even get a discount with their student IDs!"
"...?"
High school students...
Middle student...
born…………
These words kept repeating in Fyodor's mind.
“If you’re not coming, Fei Jia,” the kitten said, “I’ll go ask Dazai; he’s got plenty of free time.”
"..."
“I’ll go,” Fyodor said. “Send me the address; don’t wander around there.”
A few minutes later.
Standing in the lobby of the internet cafe where Wakami Kawakami had sent him the location, Fyodor remained silent.
There's nothing unsuitable for children, not even content unsuitable for viewers under 15. There are even videotapes available for borrowing...
SpongeBob SquarePants.
"..."
All right.
Gogol and the like should just be sent to Siberia to fight bears.
"We've got the room number." Kawakami Wakana walked over from the front desk. "Then, let's watch movies all night tonight!"
Watching... watching a movie?
Fyodor frowned.
Then the kitten rummaged through a large cabinet of videotapes and pulled one out...
The complete animated series "Tom and Jerry".
"..."
[Author's Note]
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Small Theater
Actually, I was thinking, given that Little Sigma's life experience is only that of a three-year-old, is it possible—
Three-fifths of the Celestials have decayed back to Russia.
Sigma: What should I do if I can't speak Russian anymore?
So, whatever anyone says, he just goes "Hala shao hala shao" hahahahaha
So Sigma had to cram in Russian, and after a month he was finally able to pronounce the trilled "r" sound.
result--
Even if I speak Japanese, I can't go back (?).
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