Chapter 3 Listen to the Wind 03

Along with the system sound, a grid that looked like a house floor plan appeared in the lower right corner of the panel, with the words "Click to Enter" written below.

This should be what the system calls a safe house.

Hoshino Motoki didn't plan to go in now. He turned off the system panel and focused his attention on the two people under the tree.

What are they? Hoshino Nozomi asked in her heart.

The system has become accustomed to his concise way of speaking and knows that Hoshino Nozomi is asking about the power system of this world.

[Host, the power they use is called "superpowers". In addition, there are other power systems in this world, such as spell power and magic power. I will tell you in detail when you encounter them.]

What about me?

[Your power comes from the wind god who lent you his body. You are a unique existence here. ]

Hoshino Nozomi probably understood.

In the world he used to live in, comics were a very popular form of entertainment. In his opinion, the supernatural powers, cursed powers, and magic powers mentioned by the system were mostly variations of the "superpowers" commonly seen in comics.

As an outsider, the power system he uses is naturally different from that of this world. In order to avoid trouble, Hoshino Nozomi decided that if someone asked him about it in the future, he would just say that his power is a supernatural ability.

After Bomb Brother was subdued, the police arrived late. Some of them went to search and rescue the injured, while others took Bomb Brother away.

The tall young man started chatting with one of the policemen, as if he had handled similar incidents countless times with ease. "Tiger" was also called to the vicinity of the police officer and seemed to be being questioned.

Hoshino Nozomi prepares to leave.

Unfortunately, he was forced to stop after taking just a few steps - the girl was held in the arms of the policeman, pointing at him with one hand. When Xingye Wang looked over, the girl's eyes quickly filled with tears.

Even though he could no longer hear, he could still hear uncontrollable crying in his mind.

Xing Yewang: “…”

As the girl pointed out the identity, the policeman held her in front of Xingye Wang and put the girl into his arms.

"I don't know him." Xingye Wang took a step back and didn't answer.

There was doubt in the policeman's eyes, and his lips opened and closed. After a long stalemate, Hoshino Nozomi was sure that he had no talent for lip reading.

He pointed to his ears: "Sorry."

The policeman was stunned for a moment, then took out the paper and pen he carried with him: [This child has been looking for you since she got out, aren’t you her relative?]

"no."

Perhaps it was because his voice and attitude were too cold and hard, and the contrast with the previous one was too great. The young man and "Tiger" who noticed the movement also looked over. The system quickly reminded: [Host, pay attention to your personality! You are now the wind god Wendy, not the human Xing Yewang! ]

Hoshino Nozomi stopped retreating.

...The system is right, he now needs to play the role of the God of Wind.

Think carefully about what the God of Wind would do now.

"I'm not her relative. We just happened to run into each other during the chaos. I guess it's fate. Who would have thought that the little girl would become dependent on me?"

Hoshino Nozomi raised his hand and gently brushed away the dust on the girl's black hair. He smiled at her and said, "The bad guys have been driven away. My brave little girl, you should now embark on a journey back home and return to your mother's arms like a chick, instead of crying here."

"Officer, are you right?"

The boy's eyes were gentle and his face had shallow dimples. His words not only dispelled the police's doubts, but also coaxed the girl into nodding obediently.

It would be a problem to put such a young child anywhere, and it was also a problem for the police station. It would be best to send her back to her mother as soon as possible. Seeing that the girl had stopped making trouble, the police took her away from the scene first.

Finally left.

Xingye Wang withdrew his gaze and wanted to leave, but unfortunately he was stopped by someone before he took a few steps.

【Host! Role-playing! Role-playing! 】

Xingye Wang: “…I know.”

He looked at the blank paper in Tiger's hand: [Hello, my name is Nakajima Atsushi, that's Mr. Dazai Osamu, we are both members of the Armed Detective Agency, who are you?]

It turns out they are from the Armed Detective Agency.

Hoshino Nozomi asked the system in her heart, is the Detective Agency an organization that accepts commissions and investigates things for others?

The system said yes, and Xingye Wang thought about it and immediately changed his mind and decided not to leave.

There is one thing that might be more convenient for the detective agency to do.

Hoshino moved his gaze upwards, looking at Nakajima Atsushi who had taken the initiative to talk to him. There seemed to be stars twinkling in his golden purple eyes, overflowing with the warmth of sunshine. Judging from his attitude alone, it was hard to find fault with him, nor could one feel disgusted.

Hoshino Nozomi smiled and replied, "My name is Wendy."

[Mr. Wendy, thank you for your help before! ]

In response to Nakajima Atsushi's thanks, Hoshino Nozomi waved her hand nonchalantly, and waved with a sense of righteousness: "Atsushi-kun, there is no need to be like this. I'm sure the Armed Detective Agency often deals with such things, right? Helping the weak and fighting the strong, eliminating violence and protecting the good, and upholding justice, these are what we, the three good citizens of the new era, should do!"

Hoshino Nozomi praised himself and Takeshi to the skies, to the point that Nakajima Atsushi felt very embarrassed.

If someone else did this kind of exaggerated flattery, it would seem deliberate and flattering, but Wendy had a strange magic. When those turquoise eyes looked at someone intently, the person being looked at would unconsciously fall into those eyes and feel full of sincerity.

At least that's what Nakajima Atsushi thought. Not to mention that Wendy had just saved him, he now had an eight-hundred-meter-thick filter through which he viewed Wendy.

[In fact, we don’t often encounter such things. Most of the time, they are small things entrusted by residents, such as finding a missing cat. Mr. Wendy, you are too kind.]

"To outsiders, a cat running away is just a small matter, but to the client whose cat is lost, it is probably the same as losing a family member, which is a big deal. So I am not exaggerating, you are really amazing."

After Hoshino Nozomi finished speaking, he saw the young man named Dazai Osamu come over and lean over to say a few words to Nakajima Atsushi. Nakajima Atsushi once again grasped the pen and began to write quickly on the paper.

[Mr. Dazai wants to ask, when did Mr. Wendy come here?]

"Unfortunately, I was only a few minutes ahead of you," Xingye shrugged helplessly, "If you want to know the situation from me, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. After all, I'm just a passing bard."

He suddenly laughed: "Rather, I still need your help."

In fact, Hoshino Nozomi is not completely clueless.

After he manipulated the element of wind to subdue the psychic, he thought the side quest was over, but he didn't expect the system to add another requirement - to recover the forbidden knowledge from the psychic.

Following the system's instructions, Hoshino Nozomi placed his hand on his shoulder.

The system's recycling method is simple and crude. It only needs to use Hoshino Nozomi's hand as a medium to directly extract the memory of the psychic.

After the recovery is successful, an option pops up on the system panel: [View Memory].

[Yes] or [No].

Hoshino Nozomi chose [Yes].

The next second, his eyes went dark.

In the gray world, thick white fog came from all directions, so thick that it seemed to condense into water. On the empty and dim street, a man in white clothes and white hair stopped.

Turn your head, turn around, and raise your hands.

The movements were simple, but he was like an old, dilapidated machine, stuttering and taking time to convey instructions.

His attention didn't seem to be here at all. His scarlet pupils were filled with unknown emotions, like a mixture of joy and obsession. The man spoke:

“——”

Xingye Wanghun’s body froze.

The brain felt like it was being turned upside down by a sharp spike, and the tearing pain instantly spread to every part of the body!

Hoshino Nozomi was suddenly shaken from his memory, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he almost fell to the ground.

My mind was completely blank, and noisy "noise" came from the void to my ears——

【Please conduct a will assessment.】

【success.】

Hoshino Wang suddenly came back to his senses and saw Explosive Brother lying in front of him. He tried to recall but couldn't remember anything.

【The host heard "forbidden knowledge."】

"What is that?"

[Knowledge from outside the world, truth that cannot be understood by humans - in order to protect your spirit, the host does not need to delve into it. ]

*

Hoshino Nozomi: "I would like to ask you to find out the past experience of this psychic. You are a detective agency, so this is also within your scope of work, right?"

He needs to know who the man in his memory is.

"Do you want us to investigate the experience of the psychic?" Nakajima Atsushi was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Wendy would suddenly make such a request. "Mr. Dazai, is this an acceptable request?"

"Of course, after all, our job is to help people solve their problems. But why did Wendy want to investigate his experience? You just said that you were just passing by here - Atsushi, please translate it."

Dazai Osamu spoke in a light tone, but his eyes were observing the boy inconspicuously.

Although he was talking to the police officer just now, Dazai Osamu heard every word the boy named Wendy said.

——Dun, I completely believed his lies.

The young man in front of him was slender but not frail, and his hands were steady as he plucked the strings. He had only fired three arrows in the fight, but there was almost no pause between the arrows, as if he didn't need to aim at all.

Strength, speed, reaction... every one of them is top-notch, and he can be said to be a well-trained fighter.

Such a person calls himself "a passing bard"?

Moreover, in the conversation with the girl, Wendy showed a completely different attitude from before: if the boy when they first met was the ethereal and agile wind, then at that moment, he was an ice sculpture that took off his disguise and generously emitted cold air to the surroundings.

Unfortunately, he quickly put on the mask again before revealing more flaws.

The smile on Dazai Osamu's lips was meaningful.

A mentally out-of-control psychic, a "passing by" boy that has never been seen before...

interesting.

Facing his doubts, Wendy tilted her head and explained in a good-tempered manner: "The passing bards also have their own curiosity. People in our line of work must seize every opportunity to accumulate materials, so that we can write poems with ups and downs."

"If his story is interesting, I will include you in the story when I write the poem!"

Speaking of poetry, the boy's emerald eyes lit up, as transparent as new leaves in the sun, looking like a wandering poet immersed in art.

Nakajima Atsushi was confused by what Wendy said and nodded repeatedly to show that he understood. Dazai Osamu put his hands in his pockets. Although he didn't believe what she said, he really couldn't find any other faults at this moment.

After a moment of silence, Dazai Osamu extended his hand to Wendy: "Okay, as long as you pay the commission fee, the Detective Society will accept this commission."

Let him see what that man wants to do.

[Mr. Dazai said that the detective agency has accepted this commission!]

"That's great, it saves a lot of trouble," Hoshino Nozomi held Dazai Osamu's hand and shook it up and down vigorously, "Happy cooperation!"

He withdrew his hand and continued to hold Qin with both hands, but Dazai's hand was still suspended in mid-air.

Hoshino Momo was puzzled. He raised his hand and shook hands with Dazai Osamu again: "Dazai-kun, it's a pleasure to work with you!"

Dazai Osamu remained motionless and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Xing Yewang: “?”

Nakajima Atsushi silently held up a blank sheet of paper: [Mr. Wendy, commission fee.]

Xing Yewang: “…”

Yeah, that's right.

It is indeed reasonable to pay a commission fee when entrusting someone to do something. It is just as it should be.

At this point, all you have to do is pay.

Hoshino Nozomi and the young man with iris eyes exchanged a glance and said, "Hey!"

Hey, what does that mean?

"Mr. Wendy, no money?" Nakajima Atsushi felt that he had discovered the truth.

This was the second thing that shocked Nakajima Atsushi after his inability to hear.

Although he didn't know much about clothes, he could still tell that the fabric of Wendy's clothes was exquisite and must be worth a lot of money. She didn't look like a penniless person at all.

Nakajima Atsushi's eyes subconsciously searched for Dazai Osamu, wanting to see how he would react. The black-haired young man's mouth dropped a little, and he took his hand back, saying in embarrassment: "No money... If there is no money, it will be difficult. For a commission that does not pay, it will be a bit hard for everyone to run around. Even I feel a little bit reluctant."

"but--"

Nakajima Atsushi: “But…?”

"But!" Dazai Osamu said righteously, "As the guardians of this city, how can we ask for money from poor outsiders! Atsushi, your paper is full of the darkness of capitalism."

"But Mr. Dazai, you didn't ask me to..."

"Don't be stubborn, don't be stubborn."

"But……"

"Atsushi." Dazai Osamu was heartbroken, with a hint of reproach in his eyes.

Nakajima Atsushi: “…”

[Mr. Dazai has accepted your request.]

Without Nakajima Atsushi's translation, Hoshino Nozomi felt like she was watching a foreign movie without subtitles. She had no idea how complicated the conversation was. "Now you don't have to pay?"

Nakajima Atsushi didn't know how to summarize it, so he simply skipped the reason: [No need.]

Hoshino Nozomi was deeply moved and wiped away the non-existent tears: "Although I don't know why, I still thank you. There are still many good people in the world."

Nakajima Atsushi smiled awkwardly.

[Mr. Wendy, can you tell me your cell phone number? I can let you know as soon as I get the result.]

How could he have a cell phone when he didn't even have any money with him?

"No need," Xingye Wang shook his head, "When the time comes, you just need to pray to me, and the wind will convey your thoughts to me."

He had confirmed with the system that this was a function that Barbatos inherently possessed as the God of Wind.

It was troublesome to explain, and there was no need for him to explain. In order to prevent Nakajima Atsushi and Dazai Osamu from continuing to ask questions, Hoshino Nozomi turned around and left while they were stunned.

Nakajima Atsushi looked at the figure that was gradually receding and said, "It's a little hard to understand what Mr. Wendy said. Maybe this is the unique way of speaking for a bard?"

"Maybe," Dazai Osamu patted Nakajima Atsushi's shoulder, "Okay, let's go back to the detective agency!"

"But we don't have Mr. Wendy's contact information yet..."

"Remember to write clearly in the report that the heroic and invincible Dazai Osamu once again prevented the disaster in Yokohama, and he did not need the assistance of that rigid guy Kunikida, and he also completed the job with dignity!"

"... Of course, I can, but isn't it you who is supposed to write the report? I was just on my way to buy snacks for Ranpo-san when you caught me... Ah, you haven't bought snacks for Ranpo-san yet!"

Dazai Osamu seemed not to hear: "That's right, Atsushi has also done a great job in diplomacy this time. He is worthy of being the Atsushi I have high hopes for, and worthy of being me!"

"Mr. Dazai..."

Nakajima Atsushi had no choice but to follow the young man's footsteps.

A gust of wind blew by, and Dazai Osamu's eyes glanced at the boy's figure. After turning a corner, the boy completely disappeared from his sight.

Dazai Osamu certainly did not believe in the so-called "prayer".

The boy's words meant only one thing: whether it was through supernatural powers or something else, anyway -

Their every move was under his control.

*

【Whether to enter the safe house.】

Hoshinobi press option.

【yes.】