Chapter 22
Oda Sakunosuke was confused, but he still agreed.
Oda Sakunosuke, good.
Ye Yihe's initial motivation for wanting to learn these skills was very simple. The original owner of his body, Fyodor, was an outlaw twice out of four times, and probably didn't intend to do anything good the other two times either.
If that's the case, isn't it possible that the place where he will wake up in the future could be a crime scene?
What if he accidentally stole Fyodor's ship from some wealthy person's private vault, a heavily guarded prison, or even at the scene of a crime, and then found himself helpless in the face of escape...?
It's not like a van will always fall from the sky and crash into you, and you can't really rely on the system anyway.
Fyodor may be proficient in these skills that cannot be learned from textbooks, but he knows nothing about them.
—Close combat is a separate matter.
Even if ten of them were tied together, they might not be able to defeat him, given the original owner's physical condition.
As for Oda Sakunosuke, although his main job is an assassin, this is the kind of thing that can be applied to other situations; moreover, in order to assassinate those high-ranking people who are difficult to deal with and heavily guarded, he is proficient in infiltration skills... which is quite reasonable, right?
And so, Ye Yihe began to learn many skills from Oda Sakunosuke that would definitely get him arrested on the spot if he told anyone.
However, Ye Yihe felt that he learned quite quickly, and Oda Sakunosuke also said that he was very talented.
There was one thing troubling him—the good deed he was supposed to do was still nowhere to be done.
Should we subject Oda Sakunosuke to legal punishment...? Ye Yihe pondered for a moment, then quickly rejected the idea.
When they first met, Oda Sakunosuke was in detention. If this was indeed the target, then Ai-kun should have declared his case a failure the very next day when Oda Sakunosuke was released by the man in the kimono.
From an emotional perspective, he didn't really want things to turn out this way either—if they were, he'd rather just declare it a failure.
Yes, so Oda Sakunosuke was not the target of the incident either.
This is really a headache.
Yokohama's rainy typhoon season has completely passed, and the afternoon sun shines brightly, making the trees on both sides of the street appear a bright emerald green. When this interplay of light and shadow shines through the large floor-to-ceiling windows and becomes part of the decoration of the teahouse, even the swaying of the tree shadows after a gentle breeze makes the moment seem tranquil and peaceful.
I haven't seen that calico cat that loves to eat dried fish outside the window lately, and the gentleman with three different colored hair and a cane hasn't appeared either.
Ye Yihe sat in his usual spot and thanked the young lady who came to serve him tea.
"You're welcome."
With a smile and two adorable dimples, the shop assistant left.
Ye Yihe opened the book of Natsume Soseki's works, which he had read most of, and continued reading.
To be honest, although it was quite challenging and required looking up unfamiliar words in the dictionary, the overall story was still very engaging, with the ensemble cast plot written cleanly, vividly, and interestingly.
Yes, the word choice in the text is sometimes so exquisite that you need to consult a dictionary for the more obscure ones...
Ye Yihe was intently tracing the text index on the paper with his fingertips, searching for the definitions of the words he needed.
Kara—
The four chair legs made a short, sharp sound as they scraped across the floor, then paused, emitting a soft tapping sound.
"Heave-ho." — This was followed by the sound of someone sitting down opposite him.
Ye Yihe thought he was just borrowing a chair, but when he looked up, he was surprised to find that the other person was sitting down. He was surprised to find that there was an acquaintance sitting opposite him.
"hello."
Ranpo, with a lollipop in his mouth, tilted his head and greeted him indistinctly, but you could feel his happiness just by listening to his voice.
"I remember, you were..."
Before Ye Yihe could finish speaking, the boy in the newsboy cap in front of him had already raised his hand high, "Over here, over here, I want red bean mochi, five bowls!"
"…………" Ye Yihe looked at him with an amazed expression.
It's incredible that he ate so much in one go. Doesn't he think this stuff is so sweet it'll make your teeth ache?
"Heh heh, this time I brought money!"
Ranpo laughed heartily, pulling his wallet from the pocket of his brown trousers, which resembled a detective's outfit. "This is the reward I earned recently for solving various cases. How about that? I'm pretty good, aren't I? No wonder you're the world's greatest detective!"
"Even Conan isn't as good as you."
Ye Yihe used a comparative degree to praise him, and the other party was obviously quite pleased. "Conan? Who is Conan? Never mind, he's probably just some insignificant detective who can't compare to me anyway."
Ranbu's lips curled up in a particularly smug way. After swinging his legs while sitting in the chair, he suddenly leaned forward, propped his head up with one hand, and stared at Ye Yihe.
He usually has a happy expression, and his eyes crinkle like a lucky cat's, like a carefree boy who has been pampered since childhood and whose personality is still straightforward and adorable.
Only now did Ye Yihe realize that the black-haired boy in front of him had exceptionally beautiful dark green eyes when he opened them, yet they were sharp enough to seem to see through everything.
Dark green... Hmm? Mixed race?
...Speaking of which, among all the people he's met, isn't the probability of having non-brown eyes and non-black hair a bit high?
Is this what you only see when you go abroad? ...This is truly eye-opening.
"You've come to see me...?"
Ye Yihe decided to put aside the complicated genetic issues for now and refocus his attention on Ranpo.
"Yes. I didn't come here specifically to find you, but I just happened to pass by and saw you sitting here."
Maintaining his gaze fixed on Ye Yihe, Ranbu pulled out a pair of pure black square-framed glasses from his pocket, unfolded them with one hand, and put them on his face with great interest, as if he had received a novel toy.
"Hmm... it's still the same as what I saw last time."
He spoke slowly, “But it’s not bad. Not bad is the same as good, for you.”
I never expected this guy to be a riddle maker too.
Ye Yihe gave a faint "hmm," and asked, "Did you figure something out, famous detective?"
"Unraveling the mystery is very interesting. After all, if a mystery isn't solved by a detective, it's just garbage written by a mediocre author!"
—Watching his erratic pace, she pushed up her glasses. "But this time—no. It's not that I didn't notice, but I didn't say anything for your own good. Oh dear, thank goodness I didn't say anything at the theater last time, or I would have been in big trouble."
Ye Yihe paused for a moment, then realized that the boy named Ranpo had truly seen that he did not belong to this body.
Not only did they deduce it, but they also analyzed that he was someone the original owner was unaware of.
It's just that he couldn't have guessed out of thin air that he had Xiao Ai (a smart speaker) helping him clean up the original owner's memories, which is why he felt that if he spoke out, the original owner might find out through some means.
There was no need to explain this to him; Ye Yihe simply gave him a silent thumbs-up and asked, "How did you do that?"
“There are many clues. The lighting in the theater was a bit dim last time, and seeing you this time makes me even more certain.”
The red bean mochi was served. Ranbu leaned back in his chair again, and picked up the bowl with great joy. "Your breathing, your center of gravity when walking, the difference in the force exerted, the posture of holding the pen, your unfamiliarity with clothes and your insistence on them... all do not conform to the characteristics that this body should present."
To give a simple example, Ye Yihe has been studying Jeet Kune Do for many years. Even with a different body, he still unconsciously uses his abdominal muscles to walk, making each step very steady and revealing his solid foundation.
However, this body was rather thin, and the wrist exposed at the cuff had distinct knuckles and clearly visible light blue veins under the skin, indicating that it did not have much physical strength.
To say that someone with such a physique has undergone long-term physical training would mean they must have bought a yearly gym membership but only gone twice.
This is a phenomenon that cannot be explained by the concept of dual personality disorder.
These kinds of small details are usually overlooked by everyone, but Ranpo is the only one who can see the truth.
"sharp."
Ye Yihe praised Ranbu's cat again with genuine sincerity, almost making Ranbu's cat tail wag in the air.
"After all, I am the world's greatest detective! If there's a mystery that even I, the great detective, can't solve, then there simply isn't one in this world! Hahaha..."
Ranpo looked up at the sky, which made everyone in the teahouse laugh at his surprised gazes. After laughing, he was able to continue eating red bean mochi as if nothing had happened, showing his strong mental fortitude.
Ye Yihe remained quite calm.
He, who can't even play the cello, dares to sit as a teaching assistant in a top music academy. What's so surprising about this little bit of commotion?
"Ah, but I came here because there's something else I need to remind you,"
Ranpo casually rummaged through the mochi with his chopsticks, and after finishing the red bean paste in a few bites, he remembered something else: "Mitamura is dead, the [V] organization member who kidnapped me."
"He died in detention, unable to reveal any information about the organization's personnel."
"But I deduce that they will take further action..."
Ye Yihe stared at the chopsticks covered in red bean paste pointing at him, his beautiful dark green eyes unblinking behind his glasses.
"You need to be careful."
“Unlike us, who are trying to find his trail based on clues, you have had face-to-face contact with the escaped kidnapping target again, and they will definitely be targeting you.”
"..." Ye Yihe nodded slowly. "I understand. Thank you... Ranpo?"
"Yes, yes,"
After finishing his red bean mochi, Ranbu put down the last empty bowl, which contained only mochi and red bean filling, with satisfaction. He got up and left with light steps, even turning back to give Ye Yihe a proud thumbs-up, the thumb pointing towards himself.
"My name is Edogawa Ranpo. You'd better remember the name of the world's greatest detective standing before you!"
"Oh, thank you, Edogawa Ranpo..."
Ye Yihe was taken aback.
Wait a minute, Edogawa Ranpo?
…………
Leaving aside Ye Yihe's internal struggle of wondering whether it was a case of sharing a name or a tribute, as he paid the bill and prepared to leave, the world suddenly spun before his eyes, and then everything went black—
He collapsed to the ground.
But the system announcement didn't sound, which meant the body wasn't being returned.
When Ye Yihe regained consciousness, he found himself with his hands cuffed behind his back on a chair, and a man dressed in military attire sitting not far away.
“You betrayed us, Fyodor.”
He angrily squeezed out his first words in a low voice.
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