Chapter 118 Imprisoned Memories “…No,…
"...No, nothing." Sakaguchi Ango took the towel handed to him by the bartender who appeared and wiped his mouth. He asked calmly, "Captain, what about the amnesia you mentioned earlier?"
"Oh..., um, weren't you there when Mr. Yoriichi appeared, Ango?" the player asked in confusion.
Oops, in my haste, I forgot about this!
Sakaguchi Ango's face suddenly froze.
Dazai Osamu noticed that his friend's reaction was not right, and his originally lively expression became a little gloomy. He had no intention of speaking in the first place, and now he became even more silent.
"Ango must have been frightened by the fact that he had to accompany the meeting. He's been like this since he learned the news until noon today."
"Come to think of it, if the leader hadn't given Ango an afternoon off, he might be in a much worse situation right now." Oda Sakunosuke looked at the confused little leader, who wanted to get closer to observe him, and then at his friend, who realized he had said something wrong and became a little uneasy. He said this.
"...Yes, Mr. Oda is right." Sakaguchi Ango was silent for a moment, agreeing with Oda Sakunosuke's words. After a pause, he added, "Because I never went out on field missions while working at GSS, and I hardly ever did any physical training, so..."
Sakaguchi Ango didn't finish his words, leaving room for everyone present to imagine.
"Hey, don't worry too much." The player patted Ango's shoulder and said, "Although I don't think the Special Ability Department would resort to any shady tactics, but just in case, I mean just in case..."
"If we ever get into a conflict with the Special Ability Division, I will rescue you even if I have to destroy that ship—" the player looked at Ango Sakaguchi and said confidently.
Sakaguchi Ango: ...No, if you say that, I'll just get more worried.
"Well, what the leader said is true." Sakaguchi Ango lowered his head, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.
"Well, let's stop talking about this here. We have more important things to do next."
The player will pull Dazai Osamu, who is sitting alone in a corner and wants to sleep with darkness, over, and put him down in a place that is neither too far nor too close, just out of reach of the two psychics, Sakaguchi Ango and Sigma, and then take out a few items.
"Please start first, Ango." The player had already taken over the bartender's position - of course, it was still the homemade high chair that the player brought with him.
“…”
Sakaguchi Ango looked at the things the leader placed in front of him—a stack of photos, a red sword, a knife engraved with a flower petal pattern, a cute cookie, and some strange props...
He tentatively took out a cookie and whispered, "Supernatural power - the theory of degeneration."
Sakaguchi Ango used his special ability quietly and silently. Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, he opened his eyes, sweating.
"I just used my supernatural power on a cookie, how could it consume so much energy...?" The young man with a beauty mole on the corner of his mouth looked at the small cookie with a sweet aroma in disbelief.
The player habitually cast a puzzled look at the teacher and asked, "What's wrong with the social animal spirit?"
Dazai Osamu's bizarre knowledge, which he obtained from nowhere, did not disappoint the players' expectations. "Ango is showing this behavior because he has overused his special ability, Chiyo-chan~"
"Overuse of supernatural powers?"
"That's right, it's just like overusing the blue bar in the game." Looking at his friend sweating profusely, Dazai Osamu returned to his previous lively expression.
The player said in a somewhat strange tone, "But that's just a cookie made by Luche? Although I don't remember what Luche looks like now. But this cookie doesn't have any other effects besides cheering people up."
"I even made a replica of this cookie and gave one to Sigma. He really liked it."
"Did the cookies taste like coffee? That sounds really good." Oda Sakunosuke touched his chin and said, "If they could taste like spicy curry, I would probably like it even more."
What a genius must have come up with the idea of combining spicy curry and cookies!
The players waiting for news from Ango's team suddenly brightened up and said, "That's a great idea! Wait for my news, Odasaku. When my experiment succeeds, I'll give it to you first!"
"Hey, Chiyo-chan, you can't be partial!" Dazai Osamu, ignored by his friends and the little leader, rolled around in his seat with a look of resentment on his face. "Then I want crab-flavored cookies!"
The player naturally took no issue with this small request. He plucked the teacher's black curly hair a few times and said, "Of course! Crab-flavored cookies are even easier to make."
"Then... can I have ice cream-flavored cookies?" Sigma, who had been observing quietly from the side, couldn't help but speak. Facing the player's gaze, he whispered, "I want to know what this nickname Chiyo gave me tastes like..."
"I think it will taste better if I combine it with my favorite cookies." The young man with two-toned hair touched his hair and smiled a little embarrassedly.
Osamu Dazai: "..."
What's going on? This feeling of being provoked?
Sigma, you...!
Seeing the two-color ice cream become lively and dare to make requests, the players were moved and naturally agreed to such a simple request.
"No problem, no problem! Everyone's coming to this party tonight won't be in vain! I'll prepare cookies for Ango too!"
"Prepare tomato-flavored cookies!" said the player who often saw tomato juice next to the beauty mole NPC.
Finally coming to his senses, he received a tomato-flavored cookie. Sakaguchi Ango pushed up his glasses and said, "Then I shall obey your command, Chief."
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After thanking him, Sakaguchi Ango, who had used his supernatural powers on almost every object, began to report the memories he had seen. The first thing he had to say was some unfortunate news, "For some unknown reason, my supernatural powers have been depleted significantly, so the memories I can see are very blurry."
"From what I can see, this woman with a large white hood is distributing these cookies." Sakaguchi Ango spread out the stack of photos that the player had developed with some skill, and pointed at one of them, a woman with a gentle smile. "That's her."
"Then she was going to distribute it to these people." Sakaguchi Ango pointed at a few other people.
There were a dark-haired man with a bowler hat and sharp eyes; a stern-looking woman in a military uniform; a dark-haired man with long braids and a gentle smile; a hooded figure with a large hood whose gender was indecipherable, except for a tattoo; a green-haired man in a white coat, absorbed in writing and drawing; and a purple-haired man in a mecha suit and exaggerated makeup.
These people have different temperaments, the only thing they have in common is that they are all in their prime, and no matter which album you look at, their eyes reveal a strong sense of self-confidence.
"These people look very extraordinary..." Dazai Osamu's claws that wanted to touch them were slapped away by the cold little leader. He could only stretch out his head and observe the people in the photo pitifully.
The more I looked, the more frightened I became—no one in these photos was simple. Assassins, instructors, researchers, martial artists… Only the purple-haired biker looked a little goofy.
"This man is definitely a very powerful killer." Oda Sakunosuke, who was observing quietly, stopped in front of a photo. Looking at the man in the photo who was obviously in a fighting posture, he looked at the little leader who was watching with them on the table with some surprise.
How did she capture this level of killer in close combat?
Could it be that the little leader had caused trouble and was being hunted down? Oda Sakunosuke, with a calm expression, was intensely imagining this, but he quickly dismissed it after seeing the next photo.
Since they can get together for dinner, it seems that these people have a pretty good relationship.
Oda Sakunosuke thought so and continued to observe other photos.
Huh? In this photo...
Dazai Osamu looked at the photo in the corner. The little leader with half of his body exposed was obviously much more mature than now and than when they first met.
why is that……
Sakaguchi Ango continued, "The cookies were rejected by almost everyone except the purple-haired man, and then I couldn't see anything."
"And then there's this," Sakaguchi Ango said, pointing to the petal-shaped knife. "What I saw was the leader holding this knife, and this woman with long blue hair was holding a knife with essentially the same design. The leader called her Luqie."
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"As for this stack of photos, I can only see the memory of the leader taking them out of a certain object. The rest of the time, they are all in a dark state. The state of these six photos is similar."
"The same goes for props. I tried several and could hardly see anything."
"As for this red sword..." Ango Sakaguchi's expression suddenly turned pale as he recalled the memory.
"What's wrong with this red knife?" Sigma asked subconsciously, thinking that this was a good opportunity to understand his family.
"It was all blood. All I could see were alien limbs and countless bloodstains scattered all over the ground..." Sakaguchi Ango covered his mouth, as if trying to spit it out. "There was nothing else."
"Sorry, Chief, I don't seem to be of much help." Sakaguchi Ango's face was pale, with a hint of apology in his eyes. He had put in so much effort but only got a few names. It seemed like a waste of effort.
"How could this be?" The player touched the photo, a strange feeling gradually rising in his heart. He couldn't help but mutter, "Luche, Reborn, Lal... In this situation, I'm lucky to still know a few names."
"These things must be very important to me!" The player held the photo and the knife.
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