Broken-up ex-boyfriends come back

Ranpo Edogawa, whose motto is "If it suits me, everything is fine", is not a patient person.

Whether it is in terms of preferences or emotional expression, he will honestly express his thoughts and thoughts in straightforward language, which is clear at a glance.

He doesn't care about the atmosphere, he doesn't care about the concept of human feelings, his superior IQ makes the whole world invisible in front of him, and his immature mind makes him have no scruples like a child.

No one spoke in the room for a moment.

It has been like this since before, Edogawa Ranpo always expresses his love for himself without reservation, and at the same time expresses that he wants his love again and again.

——Especially after knowing she was going to break up.

The famous detective, who was always full of vigor and vitality, held her face sadly and seriously.

"Could Riho like me a little more, just a little bit."

It is impossible for this passage to have no impact on Yakai Riho, but it is not enough to be moved and moved by it.

In the end, Osamu Dazai smiled lightly and opened his mouth to break the silence.

"It's surprising. It seems that I underestimated Mr. Ranpo."

I thought that the self-centered Edogawa Ranpo would not be too threatening without recovering his memory.

As a result, it was precisely because of the child's heart and high IQ that he reached out without hesitation to grab what he wanted even though he had forgotten it.

Perhaps because of her silence, the three of them didn't stay long. After all, the detective agency still had jobs, and retrieving memories and re-pursuing them was not something that could be done in a day.

Before leaving, Edogawa Ranpo stubbornly wanted her to fulfill the original agreement and take him to those places again.

Although college time is relatively free now, it is not that there are no courses at all.

After Yakai Riho made an appointment with the other party to find him on the weekend, this extremely childish famous detective left as satisfied as if he had received candy.

And Dazai Osamu looked at him with sad eyes as if he saw his girlfriend cheating on the spot.

"Rio, I want to hang out with you too."

Yakai Riho directly pretended not to hear, and closed the door without hesitation after the other party was dragged away by Oda Sakunosuke, and then lay on the sofa in a daze with exhausted body and mind.

Now that two people have discovered the memory problem, will others discover it later?

She really doesn't want to recall the fear of being dominated by a serial car accident four years ago.

Then she remembered what the netizen said before——

[Two days ago, due to an accident, I gradually remembered a girl I met a few years ago. I was very interested at the time, but later I forgot about her due to some force majeure factors...]

Although he might be too sensitive and overthinking, Yakai Riho took out his phone after hesitating for a while.

The other party's profile picture was still gray, so I left him a message.

[Similu: May I ask, when did you meet the girl you mentioned earlier?What force majeure factor has been forgotten? ]

After waiting for a long time without waiting for a reply, Yakai Riho began to think about her former boyfriend.

Perhaps because of Osamu Dazai, she subconsciously thought of Chuya Nakahara, who was the other party's former partner.

I did have a good impression at the beginning, but now that I think about it, there is no wave at all.

At this moment, one of the ex-boyfriends, Zhong Yuan Zhong, a cadre of the port mafia, is also staring at the sapphire necklace in his hand and lost in thought.

This is what he just discovered in the wine cellar, and it is stored in a secret compartment together with a small half bottle of Romanee's '64 wine.

He doesn't come to this address often, and usually lives in the Hong Kong and Black Headquarters building because of work.

Because I like to drink, and the salary as a cadre is relatively considerable, so the wine collection is extremely rich, and I have built a private wine cellar for this purpose, and I will come over for a drink occasionally when I have time.

I didn't care about it before, but today when I was counting, I regretted the expensive wine that I didn't drink after I opened it, and then I suddenly became suspicious.

That bottle of wine is one of his treasures, why did he take it out in the first place?And it's not finished yet.

Is that a special day?

How did you deal with the bottle of wine afterwards?He doesn't remember throwing away...

Originally, it was just a doubt that flashed inadvertently, but after noticing it, I found that there were more and more problems.

It seems that the memory has not only been tampered with, but also deliberately blurred what is wrong.

After finally finding the bottle of wine from a hidden compartment, he saw the long red velvet box with it.

Inside was a fine sapphire necklace, and a card—

[tiamo.]

I love you.

[vogliostare conpersempre.]

I want to be with you forever.

The art-like cursive characters are extremely beautiful and romantic, and every arc seems to have been carefully crafted, showing the preciousness and devotion of the person who wrote it.

However, there is no signature on it.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at these two sentences, and a trace of strange emotion flowed out of his heart like a broken cocoon.

He put the bottle back and went to the room with the necklace and the card.

Although I basically don't work here, I still have basic pens and paper.

Holding the pen, he paused for a moment on the blank paper, and then wrote down these two sentences naturally as if he had practiced countless times.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the cards and papers with the same handwriting with an uncertain expression.

He also tried to write other Italian words, but they were all well-regulated, not deliberately swashbuckling, that is to say, these two sentences were specially practiced by him.

And he has no memory of it at all.

Whether it's the sapphire necklace or the card, it's not even clear who it's meant for.

Is it the ability to tamper with memory?

What is the purpose?

He has no gossip partner, and no woman has come to see him, so it can't be that he has a crush on someone else...

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his forehead and thought about it for a long time, but only a vague fragment flashed in his mind.

In my memory, there seemed to be a young girl sitting in front of me, her cheeks were flushed from drinking, she propped her chin and said in an extremely sincere tone——

"Chuye's eyes are obviously more beautiful than any gem."

The heart beat heavily.

The unspeakable longing and dullness made him almost unable to breathe.

I don't know how long it took, and after confirming that he couldn't recall any more memories, Zhongyuan Zhong also closed his eyes and decided to go back to Hong Kong to ask if anyone else had any clues.

Then in less than a day, Hong Kong gangsters privately circulated that the Central Plains cadres had a girl they had a crush on, and even the internal gossip forums built posts and built tall buildings at a fast speed.

Although it seemed to him to be a very euphemistic question, in the eyes of those mafia, it was a bright spring.

Until Zhongyuan Zhongye was summoned to the leader's office, he never expected that not only his subordinates, but even the leader had heard about it.

The leader's office is on the top floor of the Hong Kong Building. At this moment, besides Mori Ogai and his humanoid Alice, there is also an elegant woman in a gorgeous kimono.

Koyo Ozaki, one of the five cadres, covered her mouth slightly with a wide kimono cuff, and asked curiously, "Chuya, I heard you have a girl you like?"

"what?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted, his expression gradually stiffened.

Mori Ogai asked with a smile after seeing his performance: "Is this girl from the organization?"

However, the orange-haired youth did not blush as embarrassingly as they thought, but spoke after holding back for a while: "I don't know."

He stretched out his hand and pressed down the brim of his hat, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Actually, I suspect that my memory has been tampered with."

As soon as the voice fell, the originally relaxed atmosphere froze for an instant.

Mori Ogai narrowed his eyes, rested his chin on his folded hands, and said unhurriedly: "In this case, please explain the matter in detail, Mr. Nakaya."