Chapter 11

That afternoon, the members of the Armed Detective Agency witnessed a magical scene.

The 2.40-meter-tall woman rushed into the fourth floor of the old office building carrying the injured boy. After carefully placing the boy on the only sofa in the living room, she only said a few words in a dry and hoarse voice that sounded like sandpaper.

"Please, save him."

The woman wearing a white hat looked out of place standing on the floor of the old office building. She had pale skin that seemed to have never seen the light, blood-red lips, and purple eyes with inorganic gray. Her long curly golden hair was unadorned and hung at her waist, where a ribbon dotted with white roses was tied. Her beautiful body was tightly wrapped in a pure white dress, with pearl buttons fastened to the top, and even her fingers were covered with white lace gloves.

Ignoring her exaggerated height, she even looked like a doll that could be placed in a red lacquer box and padded with precious fur for display. But no one dared to think that she was really as fragile as a doll, after all, Yosano Akiko saw her holding a boy and jumping from the first floor to the fourth floor.

Since there were no obvious injuries on Nakahara Chuuya's body, Yosano Akiko frowned and said, "We are a detective agency here, and we do not accept commissions to treat patients."

Shinichi Hirin used the tip of his white umbrella to lift up the hem of Chuuya Nakahara's clothes. There was an obvious knife wound there, the wound was not deep but the color of the blood that flowed out was not normal.

The strange voice sounded again: "He was poisoned. Because his body has a low resistance to the medicine, he couldn't wait to see other doctors."

Yosano Akiko was still a little embarrassed. At this time, Edogawa Ranpo, who was sitting at the counter, suddenly said, "Akiko, you can treat him. We can't refuse this lady's request."

He pushed the glasses on his nose a little higher, and the reflection of the mirror covered the color of his eyes: "President, not only us, but no resident of Yokohama will reject this lady." He said to the silver-haired man who was the president.

The Armed Detective Agency is an organization that has a good relationship with the government, not to mention that the president Fukuzawa Yukichi is a disciple of Natsume Soseki. About a month ago, the Armed Detective Agency received an anonymous letter that explained some things that happened in the city of Tokyo.

One of the highlights is the existence of urban consciousness.

"Madam, can we talk?" Fukuzawa Yukichi requested.

There was no need to hesitate, and Hinata Shinichi agreed directly: "Okay."

A quarter of an hour later, Nakahara Chuuya was transferred to Yosano Akiko's medical room. All the unnecessary people in the living room left, and only Fukuzawa Yukichi and Hinawa Shinichi remained there.

The president has his own office, but the embodiment of Yokohama consciousness insisted on talking in the living room because just across the wall from here, a boy named Nakahara Chuuya was receiving treatment in the treatment room.

"Akira's treatment method might be a little bit." Fukuzawa Yukichi carefully considered his words, trying to make the bloody treatment method sound more acceptable.

But Bashayang suddenly said, "It's just near death, it's nothing."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "Yes, you should know all of this."

The so-called secrets can be hidden from many people, but for this city, anything that happens again is no longer a secret.

It is difficult to describe Fukuzawa Yukichi's current thoughts. He has long forgotten the feeling of being praised by his elders for a small thing when he was still a child. What he is doing now is what he thinks is good for this country and city. But who needs to evaluate this standard? No one is more qualified than the city itself.

So he wanted to ask her, did what he did make her a better person?

"If you want to ask me whether the Three-Minute Concept has made me a better person?" The sandpaper-like voice was synchronized with Fukuzawa Yukichi's thoughts, "then you don't need to ask anymore."

The middle-aged man was in disbelief for a moment. The plan conceived by Sanke came from his teacher Natsume Soseki. As a disciple, he did not blindly pursue his teacher, but after careful consideration, he chose to become a part of the plan.

So he established the Armed Detective Agency, and the number of members increased from just him and Ranpo at the beginning. It was not for the purpose of becoming something, but just hoping that the power he had could do something for this country, or for Yokohama.

"I don't understand. The plan conceived by Sanke is just being implemented. According to the plan, it can change the fate of Yokohama. Why are you denying it so quickly?"

What kind of person is Fukuzawa Yukichi? He has his own principles and sticks to his own path, but there is no doubt that he is a good person in the general sense of justice.

This question is easy for Hinawa Shinichi to answer, but not so easy for Yokohama. After becoming a cession of war, Yokohama has been a part of this country that was sacrificed, a violent city immersed in blood. Before it gradually decayed, was there really no one who wanted to save it?

Of course there were, but they all failed time and again. Some were drowned by sin and became perpetrators, some were repeatedly frustrated and eventually left the city, and many more gave up everything they had and even their bodies were buried in this city.

This time, Fukuzawa Yuji waited for a while before getting the answer. The tall city will soil in front of him stood up, and Fukuzawa Yuji, who was considered tall, immediately looked petite.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was confused, he could not interpret the meaning of the city's behavior. But soon he could no longer think, because the tall woman in front of him was taking off her clothes.

First, the gloves. The pure white lace gloves were taken off and placed folded on the coffee table. Then the shawl was placed on the sofa where she was originally sitting. Then the dress inside was taken off. Starting from the top pearl button, the first, second, third...

"Madam!" The extremely serious tone still couldn't hide the panic in the man's tone. Fukuzawa Yukichi used his hands to block the scenery in front of him, and his ears under the silver hair had turned red to the roots.

An enlarged hand forcefully grasped Fukuzawa Yukichi's covered wrist and then forcefully pulled it down.

Fukuzawa Yukichi did not resist, and in fact there was no room for refusal. He realized something when he saw the hand.

Soon he saw the whole picture -

What should a lady's hands look like? Soft and smooth, at least not covered with scars, deep and shallow, and centipede-like and twisted. Small scars, densely distributed on them. Following the line of sight upwards, the place that was originally covered by the shawl and collar is now visible.

Fukuzawa Yukichi suddenly understood why Yokohama's voice was so hoarse. From the larynx down, a large piece of flesh and blood had disappeared. The white bones supported the head. Through the inner wall, the exposed blood vessels could be vaguely seen. How far had this situation spread? Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't know, because the lower part was covered by the cloth.

Such a hideous wound, appearing on the city's will, is hard not to remind people of the accident that also happened in Yokohama. How could it not heal after so long?

After the demonstration, Yasha-Yo put her clothes back on one by one. Fukuzawa Yukichi discovered that she was actually smiling: "Mr. Fukuzawa, how many people do you think tried to save me before you, or before your teacher?"

She was dignified and polite, as if it was a friendly tea party. "They all failed, but their tombstones remained in Yokohama. Perhaps soon, your name and the names of your members will be added to the cemetery in Yokohama. Is that okay?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi's Adam's apple moved. He wanted to say that he would risk his life to realize the Three-Minute Plan. But even if he risked his life and the Three-Minute Plan was realized, would it really be better for Yokohama? She didn't seem to expect his answer, just like she didn't expect anyone to save Yokohama.

Sure enough, there was a sound from the treatment room. The young man's clear voice was full of disbelief: "This is not treatment at all, you are clearly trying to kill me!"

Then, the sound of a chainsaw threatened to start. Amidst the crackling sound, Hachiya stood up calmly and said, "Thank you to the detective agency for treating that kid. Let him pay for the medical expenses himself. He is very rich. If he doesn't spend it here, he will spend it on alcohol. He is obviously not old enough to drink yet."

The last complaint sounded just like a mother lecturing her children at home.

There was no time to think about Yokohama and the identity of the boy inside. The temperature around him dropped in an instant, and the eight-foot-long body froze in that instant, then shattered into flying ice chips in the air. Every edge reflected colorful light, and finally melted and disappeared in the sunlight.

On the other side, Shinichi Hinata, who had just become a male mother, woke up in her original body.

Then, he met a pair of iris-colored eyes, so close that their skins were almost touching.

"Hi, doctor, did you sleep well?" Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a smiling expression.

As a person with social phobia, Hinata immediately wanted to keep a distance from the person in front of him, but he found that his right hand was tied to Dazai's left hand. He looked at the two tied hands and motioned Dazai to explain.

Dazai Osamu brought up other things: "The doctor suddenly fainted just now, which scared me."

"I have empathy and cannot see ruined buildings. It's similar to hemophobia, and has no effect on the body except that I will faint." Hinawa Shinichi explained as he tried to untie the ropes that bound Dazai Osamu and his hands.

"I haven't heard of this symptom." Dazai Osamu shook his head and reached out to help press down a knot to make it easier to untie.

Shinichi Hirin didn't care about his doubts: "I'm probably the only one in the world who has this disease. It almost became one of my mentor's research topics. If I hadn't stopped him, my mentor might have named this disease Hirin Syndrome."

"I see." It was hard to guess Dazai Osamu's emotions from his expression.

Then Shinichi Hinawa suddenly heard him ask, "I wonder what Doctor Hinawa thinks about the city's will?"

(End of this chapter)