[Comprehensive] I'm in Yokohama as a soul-saver

proposal.

Although Master House is a bit far away from the Armed Detective Agency, I don’t know how he got lost so far, but anyway, I still have Pippi, and it takes ten, twenty, ten minutes to send him back to the Armed Detective Agency It's nothing troublesome.

But thinking this way, I didn't expect that Luanpo (children) not only got lost, but he didn't bring any money.

"Forget it, I'll pay. Just share the bag of sea salt-flavored potato chips with me." After staring at each other in silence for a while, I took out the money and asked the cashier to count his snacks and the ingredients I bought together. up.

but!

Or am I too naive, things are not as simple as I thought.

I thought it would only take ten to twenty minutes to send someone back to the Armed Detective Agency, but in the end, it took me an hour and a half to send the random step kid [accent] back.

During the period, I felt more than once that Mr. Fukuzawa, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, was really too difficult. Not only did he not have a cat, but he also raised such a troublesome little devil.

Yes, it's the little devil, not a slip of the tongue.

On the way I sent Luanbu back home, I passed by a park. He saw some pigeons in the park and insisted on getting out of the car to feed the pigeons. After feeding the pigeons for a while, he said he wanted to eat ice cream.

All right, let's eat ice cream. Anyway, I want to eat it myself, so I just buy an extra one.

After that, get in the car and continue driving to the Armed Detective Agency. He complained that his hands were sore because he was holding a few bags of light snacks.

Um.......

"In this case, why don't we stop and eat these snacks first, so that we don't have to hold our hands sore." I made a proposal quite seriously.

"You just want to eat my snacks, you just looked at them several times!" The detective Luanbu saw through the truth at a glance.

"You have discovered all of this, so there is nothing you can do." I stretched out my hand calmly, "I want to eat that bag of strawberry-flavored fudge."

"No, this is my favorite flavor." The kid Luanbu immediately hid the strawberry-flavored fudge behind his back, looking at me warily, "I can only give you grape flavor."

"...All right." In fact, the grape taste is also good, I don't even pick it.

However, "Sure enough, the strawberry flavor is the most classic. There is another series of fudge in this store that is also delicious. Have you tried it?"

"I like the orange flavor of that series the most, but that series in the supermarket is sold out, and this company has been acquired by another company. The new company's center is not on these small snacks, but on instant noodles and instant food. The quality will not be as good as before.”

Sudden, coming, unlucky, news.

"Then it seems that I need to stock up a few more boxes of this fudge before it is updated." I grabbed a few fudge and threw it into my mouth, chewing, and then thought about how many boxes to stock up.

"You have a good eye." The boy Ranbu gave him an approving look.

"Good talk, good talk."

We just sat on the bench by the side of the road and finished the pile of snacks, and then I continued to send the random step children.

The rest of the journey was still the same. He stopped halfway because he was thirsty and bought a bottle of marble drink, and he stopped three times when he saw something interesting.

At the fifth stop, we run into Kunikida who hastily ran out to find Ranpo Kid because he couldn't find him at the detective agency.

"Mr. Ranpo, where have you been? Didn't I say that I would accompany you out to buy snacks after work?" Kunikida looked anxious and worried, just like an old mother whose children had run away from home, "Come out without saying a word What should I do if I’m hungry, what should I do if I’m thirsty, what should I do if I’m lost?”

I listened and coughed twice.

"Are you... the owner of Master House?" Kunikida noticed me next to him.

"I entrusted her to send me back, don't worry, I'm a detective, I'll always find a way to come back." Luanbu shook his hand nonchalantly.

Kunikida watched him hesitate to speak, and finally pushed his glasses helplessly and turned to me to thank, "Thank you for sending Mr. Ranpo back."

"Ah, you're welcome. Me and Luanpo...cough, Mr. Ranpo has agreed that I'll send him back to the Armed Detective Agency, and he will help me with one reasoning for free." Yes, it's dangerous, it's dangerous!

"That's right." Luanbu nodded, then took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on.

After putting on the glasses, his whole aura changed, and his eyes opened.

After staring at me with his transparent green eyes for a while, he said meaningfully, "I see."

...Um? ?

Is this the end of the reasoning?What about your basic reasoning?

Listening to the phrase "So that's how it is", I was stunned, and I don't know what the little boy Ranbu saw. Could it be that he saw my identity as the Soul Suppressor?

But he only said to me in the end, "I advise you not to hand over the ingredients you bought to the person you originally wanted to handle. This is the advice of a detective."

four words

what?

......What?

I was already prepared to be told some big secret or to have my identity revealed, but I didn't expect that the kid Luanbu would say such a sentence.

Don't hand over the ingredients to the person you want to hand over...meaning... don't let Dazai cook?

What is the principle?

"Let's go, Kunikida." The kid Ranbu didn't seem to have anything to explain. After finishing speaking, he took off his glasses and closed his eyes again. He crossed Kunikida and walked towards the brick-red building that he could see ahead. Kunikida followed politely. I followed immediately after saying goodbye.

After I stopped at the spot and thought for a while to no avail, I shook my head and drove Pippi back the same way.

When I returned to the house of all things, I found that at the door of the house of all things, someone had made a little snowman with the thin snow that had been collected.

To say something special... this snowman is wrapped in a bandage, although the white of the bandage and the white of the snow are almost integrated, and it is wet from the melted snow, but there is this iconic bandage , You don't need to think about who made this snowman, and who is the reference.

I was about to stop on my way to the master house, then walked back backwards, squatted down in front of the snowman, fumbled in the shopping bag, and found a leaf stalk of a vegetable that I couldn't tell what it was. The waist of the snowman is probably the position of the hand, which is used as a magic wand for the snowman to transform into a magical girl.

Except that the magic wand is green, everything else is fine.

After I put the leaf stalks away, I took out my phone to take a photo, and then I stood up and continued to walk into the master house.

"It's almost noon now, so are you stuck in bed?" Dazai, who was slumped on the sofa, rolled over and got up, with [So boring, I really want to commit suicide] written all over his face.

"I bought it a long time ago, but I met a person in the supermarket who helped me deliver it and wasted a little time." I put the things I bought on the table, breathed on my hands, and leaned against the kotatsu I sat down and patted a little bit of thin snow that fell from the eaves to my shoulders when I just walked under the eaves.

I bought this kotatsu at the beginning of winter. I already had an old one in my house in Ukimecho, and this new one was placed in Manshiya.

Then this kotatsu became Dazai, Erhu and Tai's favorite place to stay.

Every morning when I come to Wanshiwu, I can see a person, a tiger and a knife sleeping around the kotatsu.Before that, I saw that Dazai was still stubbornly wearing his sand-colored windbreaker when it was almost winter, and I thought he was not afraid of the cold.

"Who is it?" Dazai suddenly became alert.

"It's the detective named Ranpo from the Armed Detective Agency." I couldn't help sighing as I spoke, "Honestly, this is the first time I've met someone who is as troublesome as you, to some extent Might be more trouble than you."

"Three years old, really can't be more. It's not easy for Mr. Fukuzawa—"

"Danna, am I still your most concerned child?" Dazai listened, showing a worried expression.

"...What do you think?" I hesitated to speak.

"I don't care, I must be Dana's favorite child!"

"Okay, okay, four years old." I drank my saliva and answered casually.

Dazai's worried expression disappeared, and his smile became bright again, "A few days ago, I asked the owner of the foreign food shop how to make red bean and natto rice. I can try it today, but remember to save some stomach to try it that night. I made red bean and natto rice~"

Just as I was about to respond, I remembered what Ranbu said, don’t let Dazai cook, so I gave my hand holding the thermos a pause, "Actually..."

"Huh?" Dazai tilted his head, "Don't worry, I will add a lot of sugar, and I have almost memorized the taste of Danna~"

He said that, what else can I say.

Forget it, let him make it, after all, it won't kill anyone, and red bean and natto rice, a food with almost no technical content, shouldn't be too unpalatable.

Thinking like this, I didn't speak out the advice of the Ranpo kid, and indulged Dazai in cooking.

It gets dark very quickly in winter, and it gets dark around five or six in the afternoon.There was another light snowfall in the afternoon, and at night I turned on the light hanging in front of the door of Master House, reflecting the thin snow in front of the door, it was quite a bit of the quiet and elegant charm of Waka and Haiku.

At this time last year, Gintoki and I were still cooking around the kotatsu at our house in Ukimecho. We also cooked a pot of sukiyaki. After all, neither of us is good at cooking.

This year there are also kotatsu and sukiyaki, but the people who celebrate the festival together have changed.

I raised my head and fiddled with the lights under the eaves, then walked back to the house and closed the door, shutting out the wind with fine snow.

Around seven o'clock or eight o'clock, Oda sent me a message from the black box, and I told