Chapter 84 [Transcendence of the Kingdom of Rules]
"Oh, you mean you want to find your brother." Dazai Osamu, who was sitting behind his desk, turned the pen in his hand and asked boredly. Everyone in the club had their own things to do today. Even Ranpo, who usually stayed at home, received a case. Dazai thought he could have a good rest, but who knew that such a strange guest came not long after he lay down on the sofa.
The reason why he is so strange is because of his age. He was no more than eight or nine years old, wearing a pair of denim overalls, with soft, delicate hair that was slightly curled. In his hand, he was holding a glass of fruit milk from a nearby store, and his feet, wearing star-shaped socks and red leather shoes, were swinging rhythmically under the chair.
"Gulp." I sucked and drank the milk. A pair of big, clear eyes were staring at the person in front of me.
"Hey, hey," Dazai Osamu didn't care at all. He waved his hand and said, "I'm not a liar. This detective agency is indeed a licensed and formal business organization in this city. As long as you accept the task, you will get it done. But before that, there is a prerequisite..."
Facing the child's puzzled eyes, Dazai Osamu restrained his casualness. He crossed his fingers and put them on his chin, just like a certain port leader in the past: "That is, you have to have money."
"If you want people to do things, you have to pay them." Dazai Osamu stopped pretending. He sat on the swivel chair, turned around, and made a gesture of expulsion with his hand, saying, "This is the social rule for adults. It's difficult for you, a child with no money, to deal with this. Why don't you go back home and ask your parents..."
The kid felt in his pocket, pulled out a bank card, handed it to him and said, "Is this enough?"
Dazai Osamu paused for a long time. After checking, he asked, "Where did you get all this money?"
"My grandfather gave it to me," the child said. "Before he passed away, he said that this money was for me to go to college. And every year after that, my New Year's money was also saved in it. Apart from this, I don't have a penny left."
Dazai Osamu rubbed his head in distress: "Why don't you go back and discuss it with your parents..."
"No!" The child suddenly shouted, "Adults are useless. Dad said, 'The reason why the world is so rotten is because the people sitting in the seats are unwilling to do anything. If they are unwilling to do anything, they are unwilling to give up their seats. They are just a group of blood-sucking leeches.' He also said..."
"Ahem," Dazai interrupted him hastily, still complaining in his heart that people nowadays dare to say anything in front of children. He asked, "Then how did you find this place, and why did you look for us?"
"Because you are the Super Power Detective Agency," the child's eyes lit up when he said this, "I saw it all. Your detectives' clothes can float up when they are solving cases!" Turns out it's your fault, Ranpo.
"Also, my brother disappeared in this city."
"when?"
"Ten years ago."
The communication in the detective agency faded, and on a TV station far away in Japan, a young man with messy hair was making a phone call. He had a handsome face with an unruly look, and his fashionable outfit perfectly outlined his figure. He turned the leather chain on his wrist impatiently and said to the person on the other end of the phone: "... That's enough, why do I have to go to further studies while you guys are making trouble? It's been half a year, and you're still saying you want to open up a new track..."
His voice is also very nice, clear and with the vitality unique to young people. He loosened his collar, revealing a small piece of white collarbone. Many eyes drifted towards him.
"Because the main body has not extracted the 'singing' skill." The person on the other side said calmly.
The young man bared his teeth and said, "As I recall, the original owner of this card was a yellow-haired liar, right?"
"So you have to find other values," the other person seemed surprised that he could ask such a question: "Otherwise, are you really going to go out on the street and become a gangster?"
"The original body left Yokohama under your identity, and happened to be spotted by a scout before that," another person said, "One point of effort will yield ten points of reward. This is the secret of how we, the split bodies, earn reputation points. Being an idol is a very suitable path for us. The rewards are huge. If we become a top star, we may achieve the same results as Isabel. Moreover, you are not a one-time deal like her. You have income that can last for a long time. Maybe in the end, we will have to rely on you to lead us!"
"Stop making big promises for me," the young man rolled his eyes. He smiled and said, "Yeah, it's so good, why don't you guys come and debut? Also, I only learned 'singing', but I didn't learn to be on any variety shows. I'm a singer, why should I be on an outdoor variety show?"
"That's because you haven't found a hot topic yet," the person on the other side seemed to have infinite patience: "Before that, you need to appear in front of the audience more often, let them get familiar with you, accumulate strength, and wait until the right time..."
"Yes," the young man said, "For this, you even allocated funds to enter the entertainment industry and acquired an entertainment company. Now my agent has begun to suspect that I have some extraordinary relationship with the Wangchuan Group. He also asked me to be careful not to expose scandals like 'keeping a mistress' in the future."
"Hahahaha!" Wang Chuanshe's suppressed laughter came from the opposite side. The young man on this side, Pei, whose real name was "Yagyu Mingche", listened expressionlessly.
"Okay, try your best to do it." The laughter finally stopped. Wang Chuanshe now returned to his daytime identity. He sat at the dining table of a luxurious villa. The housekeeper and the maid were sent to another room by him. In front of him was a freshly cooked Western food. He said, "Don't worry, there won't be any such rumors exposed."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and under the elegant temperament of a wealthy young man, a hint of danger gradually emerged. He said: "I don't want you to experience the struggle to rise to the top of the entertainment industry. You just need to be famous, and you need to be famous. With so much preparation, if you still want to take the ordinary path like others, I will doubt the meaning of our existence."
Liu Sheng Mingche took a deep breath and said, "I know what is most important, and I don't need you to remind me. Also, you can use these methods on me, but don't use them on the original body. I remember that he wants to publish a book now?"
"Of course not," Wang Chuan She said, "It doesn't matter if people know that I have a relationship with you, even if it's between sock puppets. As long as the reasons are justified, it's fine to be involved. Of course, we will try to reduce these. For the real body, we come out to reduce his troubles, not to bring him troubles."
"However, things are different now than before." Wang Chuanshe said in a leisurely tone: "The powerful have their own choices. Everything depends on what the original body thinks."
"Just follow your heart." Liu Sheng Mingche's answer was also very straightforward and concise. Just like they said, isn't the meaning of their existence to allow the subject to choose his own path?
Pei Zhen knew the communication between his two aliases. Although their autonomy was much higher than before, that wonderful connection had never been severed. Having already taken revenge and having a new alias, Pei Zhen began to wonder whether he should let the new self appear in front of everyone.
That self is very special, not in identity, but in ability.
If it weren't for the card [Silver·Treasure] [Alternative Space], Pei Zhen might not have allowed that version of himself to be born like this. The ability card given to him is very dangerous. Although the supernatural powers formed by it have been restricted, the essential abnormality has not changed at all. He is called a transcendent because Pei Zhen believes that if he completely lets go of himself, he can indeed determine the outcome of a war.
As if sensing his troubles, the owner of the warm and cozy little house smiled gently. Between his slender white fingers was a cup of steaming afternoon tea. On the small round table in front of him was a plate of exquisite koroli desserts, and on the table next to him was a freshly picked bright wild chrysanthemum. There are cute patterns of stars and moons on the wall. The fireplace is also very clean and exquisite. There is a soft pillow piled on the small sofa next to it.
A colorful bird was standing on a perch, its small black bean-like eyes wide open. The sunlight penetrated through the small window, making the room warm. A pile of toy building blocks was piled in the corner of the room, and some neatly arranged books were placed on the brown bookshelf. There is an arc above the wooden door, and some decorations are set at the back. Looking out the window, there is a small garden with bright flowers outside. A low fence surrounds the entire residence, and a stone path separates it and extends to the outside world.
This place seems like a residence in a fairy tale. Every corner of the house exudes a childish interest. The people who live here must be otherworldly people who have no worries or sorrows, right?
"Ding." The host put the finished tea on the cup and saucer. He lowered his head slightly, and his emerald hair fell from his shoulders. He laughed, and his laughter was like the gurgling stream in the forest. He said, "Myna, I have to go out for a while."
"During this period, there will be a guest visiting here. You have to help me entertain him well." He whispered.
The colorful bird on the perch suddenly flapped its wings and tried to fly. When it opened its mouth, it made a hoarse and unpleasant cry: "Going out? Where are you going, master?"
"To a faraway place," the host said. He stood up. He was tall and slender. Because of the angle, I couldn't see his face clearly, but his voice was very soft. Every move he made was filled with tranquility and elegance. He gently instructed, "The guest is a very important person to me. You must listen to him and don't disobey him. You must treat him well, with the freshest fruits and the sweetest water, and don't make him unhappy."
The starling stepped back and forth excitedly, quacking, "Guest, guest, entertain, entertain, with fruit and water. The starling will be obedient, the master must come back soon! Come back soon!"
The owner nodded with satisfaction, put on his coat, picked up a hat from the hanger on the side, pushed open the door, and walked out. A yellow farm dog sensed his presence and came over with its tongue hanging out and its tail wagging. He reached out his hand, rubbed its head, and continued walking toward the outside of the gravel road.
Everything returned to silence, the sun was still bright and gentle, but secretly, it seemed that something was quietly changing.
Pei Zhen suddenly opened his eyes. It was a new day again. He got up from the bed tiredly, washed up, and prepared to eat the breakfast that had been delivered to him. The person who delivered breakfast was an ordinary short teenager. Seeing that he just got up at this hour, he couldn't help but say, "Using the informant as a delivery man, you really are making the best use of it!"
Pei Zhen laughed and said without caring: "Isn't this good? Anyway, I don't have any urgent cases to solve. Aren't you usually bored?"
"By the way, what's your name today?" he asked, interrupting what he was going to say next.
The delivery man looked at him silently for a long time before saying, "Today my name is 'Hagamo', don't forget it."
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