Living in Yokohama

Some people are alive, she is dead.

Some people are dead, but they are still alive.

Death is not necessarily dead, and life is not necessarily alive.Some people survive socially, but pursue physical death.Some people survive rationally, but die socially.

This mysterious state of both life and death is called Schrödinger's social death.

During this period of time when Shirasaki collapsed peacefully on the sofa and did not speak, she was in this state of Schrödinger's social death, and we call her Schrödinger's death Shirasaki.

Kunikida: "...what's the matter with you?"

Bai Qi paused for a moment, took a piece of paper from the side and covered his face, muffled: "I'm dead."

Kunikida: "..."

The little brother of the Cowherd shop is very knowledgeable and interesting. During the period of his death in Baisaki society, he did not insert any extra words, but just smiled and asked politely: "May I ask what the two gentlemen are doing here? ... Ah yes Yes, the store has recently started to accept male customers, but for men, the price is higher than for women."

Kunikida: ...! ? ? ? ?

The honest man backed away in panic. He subconsciously put his hands on his chest, and his whole background was blank: "No, no, no, I didn't come here for such a thing!!—Mr. Ranpo!?"

However, Edogawa Ranpo was very interested. He noticed the thick snacks in front of Shirasaki with sharp eyes, and leaned over to pick one up. His eyes flashed like a flashlight: "Oh! Oh! This brand of thick snacks I haven't eaten dim sum yet! Is it new?!"

The little brother was stunned for a moment: "Huh? Well, this is a new one..."

Kunikida: "...Mr. Ranpo?"

——So 10 minutes later, Shirasaki Nakuni Kida and Edogawa Ranpo sat at the same table with the three cowherds.

Kunikida: ...

Shirasaki: ...

Edogawa Ranpo: Aww, aww, it's super delicious!

Three Cowherds: ...?Are they a male public relations shop here?

...Damn it, why on earth is this.Shirasaki thought with a blank face.

Whether it's a holiday or a free travel fund, this should be a very simple double happiness, but why, why is it like this?

Shirasaki shed humble tears.

But if you think about it for the better, a person's black history is black history, and everyone's black history is not called black history!

Kunikida Doppo and Shirasaki exchanged glances, seeing the same confusion and helplessness in each other's eyes. , Then they seemed to have reached a consensus, and nodded with serious faces.

Satisfied, Edogawa Ranpo swept away the thick snacks on the table - including Shirasaki's, and then he patted his stomach, feeling extremely comfortable: "Ah, I'm full!"

...Is this person's stomach connected to a black hole? ?Shirasaki stared blankly at this petite famous detective.

And eating so many high-calorie snacks, and always sitting on a chair like a hamster...Why is this person so thin!This unscientific!

Edogawa Ranpo suddenly turned his head, he narrowed his eyes: "Shouldn't you think about something very rude, for example, a detective looks like a hamster or something?"

"..." Shirasaki replied with incomparable integrity, "No."

The three cowherds were left out in the cold for half an hour, and they didn't sell a glass of wine. At this moment, they were doubting their lives. When they heard this sentence, they realized that the half-hour-long eating and broadcasting was finally over: "Ah, hard work Now, would you like some digestive wine? It's sweet, as sweet as your eyes."

Shirasaki: ...Wow.

Is this the professionalism of Cowherd?

Edogawa Ranpo replied very naturally: "Ah, no need, after all, he is at work—Kunikida, ready to go."

Baisaki was slightly surprised, she just noticed this: "Does the detective agency still have business trips?"

Kunikida nodded: "Ah, because Mr. Ranpo is a very good detective, the police in Japan sometimes entrust Mr. Ranpo for help."

"...Hey, that's it." Shirasaki paused, "So are you working now?"

"Well, we are investigating and collecting evidence." At this point, Edogawa Ranpo interrupted Kunikida.

"It's not about investigating and collecting evidence, it's about corroborating reasoning—Master Ranpo already knows the truth!" Edogawa Ranpo proudly put his hands on his hips.

Kunikida didn't look surprised at all, but he applauded appreciatively: "As expected of Mr. Ranpo, if you finish your work early, you can return to the detective agency as soon as possible. There is really a lot of work recently."

The two walked out, and when they reached the door, Edogawa Ranbu suddenly turned around: "By the way, Abai."

The emerald green eyes looked at her seriously: "When hesitating, it is absolutely right to choose the most expensive one! Ah, by the way, don't forget my thick snacks."

"...?" Bai Saki froze for a moment, "Ah, okay."

The little brother who had been neglected for a long time looked at her tentatively: "So miss—"

Bai Qi thought for a while, and found out that this is the truth. Anyway, the more expensive the red wine, the better it is, right?

"Needless to say," Shirasaki sighed, feeling exhausted as if he had been hunted down by Osamu Dazai all afternoon, "Red wine, the most expensive, give me one... oh no, three bottles, Swipe your card and take it away.”

The moment the black card passed through the card slot of the POS machine, Bai Qi suddenly felt another kind of happiness.

This is the joy of being a rich woman!

Standing in front of the Cowherd's shop, Bai Qi recalled the moment of joy when she swiped the card. She reached out to hail a taxi, and said softly, "Hi, I'm going to Ginza."

—There is no sorrow or fatigue that cannot be solved by shopping.

— If so, paint another wall.

The shopping guide blinked slowly. She maintained a professional smile, but her eyes still couldn't hide her disbelief: "Ah... is it all the jewelry in this row of cabinets?"

Bai Saki was extremely calm: "Ah yes, help me send it to this place."

The shopping guide bowed politely, and at the same time couldn't help being curious: "It's rare for someone to buy so much at once."

Bai Qi said "Yes", "I bought it back as a present."

—Of course it is false.

Taking a look at her circle of friends, the only one worthy of her as a gift is Oda Sakunosuke, even if you add people from the detective agency, there is no need to buy so many.

But it’s normal to bring souvenirs to friends while traveling, right?

It’s not surprising that there are unfinished souvenirs, right?

Although she seems to have too many gifts left, but don't care about these details!

And Sakunosuke Oda in Yokohama looked at the things in a warehouse: ...

"It's amazing." Oda Sakunosuke exclaimed.

Osamu Dazai next to him didn't speak, stared at the pile of things for a long time, and finally Osamu Dazai murmured: "...so that's how it is, that's how it is."

He finally saw it.

Manipulate the "strings" of the puppet.