Chapter 149 If you think, I am a miracle.

Chapter 149 If you think, I am a miracle.

The calico cat was successfully adopted by the black cat.

Even so, the one who bathes, feeds, and trims the hair is still Ayatsuji Yukito.

But Ayatsuji Yukito has been very busy lately.

He wants to write a book.

He was already conceiving a new book, and his desk was filled with scraps of manuscripts. Although there were some usable parts, judging from his attitude, things didn't seem to be going well.

After Sengenmaku came back, perhaps because he sensed something from the photo, Ayatsuji Yukito entered a semi-secluded state. Generally speaking, he became more elusive.

Hideo Nakai, who had once discussed new book planning with him, briefly mentioned this matter.

"It seems to be a school story, but it's not a mystery novel...it's more like a light novel."

"School? Light novel?" Chijianmu asked in confusion.

Yokohama is not a peaceful place.

The war of superpowers lasted for more than ten years. At the beginning, Yokohama was still able to live and go to school normally, but in the second half of the war, almost two years before the birth of Chuuya Nakahara, all schools in Yokohama were suspended.

I tried to resume my studies several times in Yokohama, but failed several times due to mafia riots. It took me ten years to complete the whole process.

Almost no one of Chijianmaku's generation had ever been to school. Edogawa Ranpo was considered to be older, but because he was very talented, he was taught personally by his parents and had never attended a formal school for a single day. This also led to the fact that when he was sent to the police academy after his parents died, he was completely unable to adapt to the thoughts of ordinary people who "rejected the truth", and even had a slight stress reaction due to various criticisms and repression. It was all thanks to his clear enough brain that he maintained the independence and clarity of his soul, and finally overcame the grievances and sufferings to find Fukuzawa Yukichi.

From Edogawa Ranpo's experience, we can actually see the figures of most of the young people in Yokohama, those who lost both parents, wandered, worked part-time, endured hardships, and tempered themselves little by little, falling or rising, stepping into the mud or staying clean.

As far as Sengenmaku knew, Ayatsuji Yukito was indeed one or two years older than Ranpo, but Ayatsuji Yukito grew up in a wealthy environment, and he had been receiving lessons at home since the chaos in Yokohama. In other words, Ayatsuji Yukito had never been to school.

How can a person who has never been to school write a campus novel?

Moreover, the above is not simply to prove that Ayatsuji Yukito has never been to school. Rather, based on the current situation in Yokohama, if Ayatsuji Yukito wants to find a campus to film, he has to take the Shinkansen to other places in Kanagawa, or even go to Tokyo.

Eh...is this true? Is this a campus novel? And light novels... eh? A campus light novel?

Now? Are you in Yokohama? Light novel?

Qian Jianmu was once again shocked by the people around him and exclaimed:

"Yokohama is really a place with hidden talents."

"Mr. Ayatsuji said that due to the nature of light novels, he plans to publish it directly online... maybe it will be very interesting."

…It’s more bloody than interesting.

The Internet is much more relaxed than newspapers and magazines. There are many things that cannot be written in newspapers and magazines, but no one will care if you write them on the Internet. Some horrific and bloody texts that do not conform to the core concepts of newspapers can be published freely on the Internet.

...What cruel and terrible things is he going to do to the beautiful campus life and those students...

After a long silence, Qian Jianmu gave up thinking any more. He took a deep breath and looked forward.

"Winter is coming."

"yes."

Nakai Hideo stopped, turned sideways, and said with a faint smile:

"The Armed Detective Agency is here too."

***

Having just arrived at the Armed Detective Agency, Chijianmu was still a little dazed.

Mitsuyo Kakuta's presence in the Armed Detective Agency is so strong that when he arrived here, he felt that there should be a pink-haired natural healer watering the flowers there.

Fortunately, he sorted himself out quickly, and after passing through a few gates, he was basically adapted.

At this time, Ranpo has not arrived yet.

Fukuzawa Yukichi is usually very busy. If he doesn't have work, he will come to the Armed Detective Agency to work with Edogawa Ranpo early in the morning. But sometimes Fukuzawa Yukichi would be responsible for bodyguard work, and often a mission would take several days and nights. At this time, Ranpo would have to get up and go to work by himself.

Unfortunately, Fukuzawa Yukichi just received a mission yesterday, so today is Ranpo's day to go to work.

Ranpo would not skip work. He would definitely come when he was supposed to, but being late was inevitable. If he slept a little longer and was an hour or two late, there was nothing he could do about it. Or if he accidentally turned a corner on a road that he was quite familiar with, he would have to take a long detour to get to the Armed Detective Agency. He might even need someone to pick him up on the way. This was all normal.

Hideo Nakai was very busy. As soon as Senjianmu found a chair to sit down, he went to the table to call the person he had discussed with yesterday. There were many clerks in the Armed Detective Agency, but some sensitive matters related to people with special abilities could only be arranged by a few people with special abilities. After hanging up the phone, he said hello to Qian Jianmu and went out directly. A case requires preliminary investigation as soon as possible.

Yosano Akiko, the only one in the Armed Detective Agency, seemed to have stayed up all night yesterday. She said hello with a listless look and went back to the clinic to catch up on some sleep. Apart from being surprised at the beginning, she didn't even look at him and let him do as he pleased...

Looking at the empty Armed Detective Agency office, Chimamu blinked.

...Leaving him here alone like this, this is too much trust in him, coming to the Armed Detective Agency is like going home for him.

He had read half of the book when he heard someone walking into the office of the Armed Detective Agency. The footsteps were very light. Qian Jianmu was still wondering if it was a client who came to the office. He stood up to see, but happened to meet the detective's green eyes. The detective looked at him for a few seconds, raised his eyebrows, turned around and closed the door, and walked lightly with the box of cakes.

"You are here as expected." He walked closer and paused in front of him for a second: "Oh! You look like you have experienced something very interesting! You have grown taller in an instant!"

...This attitude is a little too mild.

Edogawa Ranpo looked at him twice again, walked around him, put the snacks on the table, sat down on the chair, and turned half a circle.

"Well, is there anything you want to show Ranpo-sama? Take it out!"

“…Hmm…”

It is gentle, but it always feels a little weird.

"Sorry... I prepared some souvenirs, but..."

"puff."

Ranpo suddenly laughed:

"You actually learned how to apologize!"

"...Ranpo, are you really not cursing at me?" Chimamu complained in a low voice.

He wasn't someone who didn't know how to apologize before, although, most of the time he apologized in front of other people's corpses and rarely apologized to living people.

"You know what I mean. If it was you in the past, you would have smiled and said you're back, then just let it go and not worry about what others think. You don't have that nerve at all."

The young man, who was already 20 years old, still looked very young. He stretched out his fingers and gently tapped his eyes:

"When you look at me now, there's obviously some worry in your eyes. So you're really worried that I'll be angry? Hey! What's there to be angry about? Stupid!"

"No feeling?" Qianjianmu tilted his head.

In fact, it was Dazai who reminded him that "some people would be dissatisfied with this".

He was not really sensitive to this kind of fact, and if he used his logic, he felt that no one would be angry at all. To put it bluntly, he believes that his relationship with anyone has not yet reached the point where he can influence the other person's direction. No one has the right to be angry, and there is absolutely no need for him to care about other people's opinions.

But he still expressed his apology sincerely, and then got the answer that 'some people are indeed worried about his leaving without saying goodbye and making a rash decision.'

But even so, even if he could face the people in the shrine calmly, Ranpo was different.

Because Ranpo is...too smart.

This plunged him into deep confusion.

Then, I heard a very light reply.

"...No, indeed, I was a little angry."

The boy held up his face, still smiling, the sunlight shining on his profile, there was an indescribable clarity:

"Rather than being angry, it's just you, right? You did learn a lot from this journey, so it's part of your journey. At first I was angry because you left without thinking too much, but later, there was only the calm of waiting."

He rarely talked so much. In Sengenmaku's memory, it seemed that Edogawa Ranpo was always more patient with him, as if he was trying to earnestly convey to him some of the things he had learned and the emotions he identified with.

...Huh? Did Ranpo's parents also teach him little by little in this way?

Ignoring his brief distraction, Ranpo continued to speak, as if he had to finish his words in one breath:

"It seems like a few years have passed in your life, two years? Less than three years? But the way you look at me hasn't become any stranger... Have you met another me?"

"...Well, Ranpo is still as powerful as ever." Chijianmu sighed, with a somewhat broken jar in his eyes.

"Did he help you?"

However, Ranpo ignored his sigh and spoke directly with a very straightforward tone:

"The best detective in the world, did I help you?"

This really makes people distracted for a moment, and in the end they can only respond firmly.

"some."

"...I see. So even he can't help? This is an extremely complicated situation."

I don't know what information Edogawa Ranpo got from these few words. He spoke softly, sighed, and finally said bluntly:

“…Does it hurt?”

"Eh?" Qian Jianmu looked up suddenly.

"Although you can recover, it still hurts when you're injured, right?"

There was no look of pity on his face. The green-eyed detective looked at him calmly with a mature expression that even carried a hint of sigh.

"…How did you know this?"

Silenced for a moment, Qian Jianmu asked softly, his tone lacking a lot of strength.

"You wouldn't feel guilty if nothing happened. You would feel sorry if something happened that you knew I wouldn't approve of. Your apology to me is different from your apology to others. Obviously, you are more afraid of meeting them than meeting them... or you are sure that I will know something, so you are sorry for this matter in advance."

When being looked at by Ranpo, that cold feeling as if he was a transparent container came over him again. The detective's attitude remained calm, and that overly calm look brought a distinct sense of strangeness.

"You are too insensitive to pain. A simple injury won't cause you any emotion at all. Even if it's a fatal injury, as long as the wound is not big, you won't care. In other words, what you care about is never the lethality of the wound, but the severity of the wound.

So, the limbs are broken? Or be disemboweled or beheaded? You are certain that you can succeed, but you don’t know what you will encounter. Are the pain and struggle that comes with it more beneficial than harmful to you? ”

"……Feel sorry."

"What are you apologizing for? I'm not angry."

Having said this, Edogawa Ranpo laughed again. Although he didn't know why this smile made Chigenamura feel a little cold behind his back, he always felt that this was a smile that shouldn't appear on him.

"Although you don't want me to know about this, you haven't concealed it seriously at all. You are a little too confident in me, how about you try to deceive me a little bit?"

...What a subtle statement.

"...That's unnecessary. If Ranpo wants to know, I will tell you." Chigenmaku chose his words carefully: "I don't have anything to hide from you, but I don't want you to be affected by my experience."

"It's better for you to hide it from me." Ranpo said, "If you don't want me to get involved, it's better not to let me know. This is not just an angry remark. If I find out, I will never, ever let you do anything casually. If you say you don't want me to know by then, it will be too late."

"but."

Shaking his head, Qian Jianmu was somewhat confused:

"Why would I exclude you? Ranpo is very smart and will not disrupt my plan. I will also respect Ranpo's choice, so... it doesn't matter if it is known. There is no need to hide it at all."

"As expected, you trust me so much? I can't help it."

A faint smile gradually dispelled the calmness. Ranbu sat up straight and sighed helplessly:

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. You seem to have brought something very interesting. I'm very curious! Can you show it to me?"

Have you turned the page?

Thinking of this, Sengenmaku took out a book from his backpack, put it on the table and pushed it over. Seeing Edogawa Ranpo pick it up and take a closer look, he still felt something strange for some reason.

What's so strange? It looks like there's no change from usual, but there are indeed some strange changes that even he doesn't understand.

"Are you hungry? Want a snack?"

After being stared at for a while, Ranpo looked up at him vigilantly, took out snacks from the snack bag and placed them in front of him. Chijianmu took a look at the snacks and felt that something was weird about them.

Still angry? What is the best way to handle this situation? I always feel that if I use the old methods, it will only add fuel to the fire... But he has never cared about such delicate emotions in the past. When he was angry, he would apologize, sulk, quarrel, or even fight. After the big fight, the matter would be over.

Or if all else fails, we can point our weapons at each other's hearts, hate and kill each other, and then die together. This is also a manifestation of friendship, isn't it?

The image of Ayatsuji Yukito with a faint smile on his face that day flashed through his mind. Sengenmaku looked at Edogawa Ranpo who was flipping through a book seriously for a while, and finally, he stood up.

Ranpo, who was reading, suddenly felt his vision go dark. He looked up in confusion and found that Chijianmu had walked in front of him without knowing when.

"What's the matter?" asked Edogawa Ranpo.

“…Hmm.”

Since Ranpo was sitting on a chair, he was thinking for a moment about what to do, but he quickly made up his mind and leaned forward slightly.

Edogawa Ranpo only felt a slight blur in front of his eyes, and then he felt someone hugging his shoulders in a strange way.

“…I’m back, huh?”

It really feels awkward, or it is not very comfortable for a standing person to hug a sitting person. Edogawa Ranpo, who seldom had close contact with others, slightly widened his eyes, chuckled, reached out his hand to pat the white-haired boy on the back, and smoothed his long white hair that had grown a little longer.

"Who did you learn this from?"

"So can I recover now?" Qian Jianmu said with some trouble. He didn't get up because a hand was on his back.

"As expected, you are good at straight shots, Xiaomu is very cunning... But it seems that you have really grown a lot."

Edogawa Ranpo muttered something, and his voice finally returned to normal. He said casually:

"Well, next time, if you need me, just come to me, how about that?"

Qian Jianmu was stunned. Before he could open his mouth, he felt his hair being gently pulled. A voice sounded beside his ear. He couldn't see the expression, but he could tell that the tone was very serious.

The detective said quietly but seriously:

"...In your eyes, I am a miracle, right?"

In his past life, Chimamu had never seen such a smart person. Even though he possessed talents that far surpassed computers, Edogawa Ranpo did not take the initiative to follow the path of a smart person.

From the intelligence information about Edogawa Ranpo, it is easy to see that his past was not smooth. His only luck was that he had a pair of smart and kind parents. After their parents pass away, the children who have been spoiled in cultural families enter society and have to work everywhere to earn a living.

As a result, they are treated coldly, questioned, unable to understand the world, and unable to be understood by the world. I even no longer accept my own talents and cannot be sure that I am right. In the end, he took the initiative to put on the cloak of special abilities, as if this was the only way to blend in with the world, as if this was the only way he would not be an outlier among humans.

He has seen darkness, suffered injustice, and has been scolded or insulted. But he did not hate it, did not have thoughts of killing for fun, did not go crazy or desperate because of loneliness, nor did he think he controlled the world because of his excessive intelligence.

He still stands here today, still calmly treating all beings who are different from himself, and never hesitates to give blessings and help. Be able to soberly place yourself among the crowd, soberly face the world full of ghosts and keep your nature from being polluted.

Edogawa Ranpo's soul is miraculously pure and tenacious.

In Chikamaru's life, all he has seen are geniuses who have been driven crazy, or monsters who have gone crazy on their own. The closer he got to Edogawa Ranpo, the more he marveled at the fact that the birth of such a person was simply a miracle of the world. He admired Edogawa Ranpo very much and showed great trust and affection for him, but even he felt a little embarrassed when Edogawa Ranpo himself said such words.

"It's okay, if you want, I'm a miracle."

Sensing his subtlety, Ranpo loosened his hold and extended a hand to him.

"So, it's a date, huh?"

"……Um."

The glass door was suddenly pushed open, and Nakai Hideo, who had just finished work, walked in with a cold look on his face. He saw the postures of the two people at a glance and hesitated slightly.

"Ah...it's Nakai!"

Ranpo turned around and shook his clasped hands:

"We just agreed to have Sukiyaki pot together tonight! Sukiyaki pot!"

"Oh, okay. The president is not here. Let's eat together at the shrine. Invite Miss Yosano to join us. We can stay here right after eating."

Nakai put down the file bag with a smile:

"The weather is cold now. Wouldn't it be lonely if you go back alone?"

"No way!"

Ranpo loosened his hand and adjusted his hat:

"I just want to hear about Mu-kun's adventures. It must be very interesting. Hey, Mu-kun, so what happened to you in the past few years?"

Now, things seem to have returned to normal.

Slightly relieved, Qian Jianmu thought for a moment:

"How about the story of the sword and the god of war?"

"Fusangshen!"

Ranpo opened his eyes wide in surprise:

"Have you seen Mikazuki Munechika? I've seen him in a museum before. I'm really curious, what does Tsukumogami look like?"

"The crescent moon is very beautiful. I will draw it for you..."

...Slightly, slightly, I really feel like I'm back.

Completely relaxed.

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