After the overlord hit the bow, Dazai

I escaped.

Rarely, he escaped in a very embarrassing manner.

Unique or something.

It's all a lie.

definitely is--

And pinning all my hopes on another person is too heavy, so heavy that I can't bear it, and I even worry that I will be crushed.

That's too cunning, Osamu Dazai.

Where I couldn't see, the black-haired young man stared deeply at the girl who was leaving in a hurry with his iris-colored eyes, and when the figure of the other party disappeared from sight, the corner of his mouth slowly raised a small arc.

I declined Silver's offer to send someone to accompany me, and wandered the streets of Yokohama alone.

I stood at the crossroads, looking at the bustling streets with people coming and going, and didn't know where to go for a while.

For me in the state of amnesia, even if I knew that I was studying in Yokohama before I lost my memory, Yokohama is still a strange city to me, which leads to me still not knowing where to spend my time.

What do ordinary girls usually do when they are on vacation?

shop?travel?playing games?reading?

I was lost in thought.

Judging from the diary, before I lost my memory, I was unexpectedly a bit of a nerd. I generally didn’t like to go out, and occasionally went shopping with my friends... But the current "I" doesn't know the so-called friends, and more importantly, Yes... no money.

Because I was scared by Osamu Dazai before, I grabbed my phone and went out without my wallet at all. There were only a few scattered banknotes in the pockets of my clothes, and I couldn't buy much.

This is awkward.

So I can only simply press the road...

I had a bitter face, and walked alone on the street. People on the street were basically in twos and threes, or couples or with relatives and friends. It was rare for me to walk alone. I walked among the crowd, and I somehow felt a little lonely alone.

I always feel... there should be someone by my side who is always with me.

So... who is it?

If you stay with me all the time, even if I am amnesia, TA should be by my side, because even if I am amnesia, I think I can recognize TA when I see him for the first time.

After all, we are the most intimate existence in this world.

But why didn't you appear in front of me?

...Queen.

……

How can a person who has lost his memory regain his memory?

I searched the Internet with an attitude of indifference, and found a variety of answers, such as "knocking the head with a brick", "electric shock therapy" and so on, which seemed unreliable, were ignored by me, and finally my eyes were fixed on "Look for familiar people to talk about the past, or go to familiar places for a walk" on this sentence.

It is known that the past acquaintance is Osamu Dazai who claims to be my lover. I can't believe his half-truth and half-truth. You can try it by walking around familiar places.

I recalled the few places I have visited mentioned in the diary. Except for the school, there are only red brick warehouses, Central Park, Dazhan Bridge, and China Street.

It is said that taxis in Japan are very expensive. Now that I am short of money, I can only regret to give up the plan to go to the beach. I finally decided to go to Chinatown. Maybe I can get some triggers when I hear the language of the flower growers?

I searched for the route to Chinatown, followed the directions on the map and walked all the way, and then at a certain intersection, I accidentally saw an unmanned car rushing towards the opposite side, followed by an unbelievable The speed hit me directly.

For me? ! !

It happened so suddenly that I didn't realize it for a while. When I came back to my senses, the car was already close at hand.

Just when I was about to use my supernatural ability to escape, someone rushed over from behind me, and at the very moment, I brushed against the car. I was slammed into the ground and fell a few meters away. Press me under your body and cover me from all kinds of debris caused by the explosion not far away.

Ah... was saved.

The person who rescued me was a man with reddish-brown hair. He looked a bit vicissitudes in appearance. He looked like he was in his thirties. He called himself Oda Sakunosuke and was a member of the Yokohama Armed Detective Agency.

Armed Detective Agency... I seem to have seen this name when I searched for information on the Internet. It is said that it is the organization in charge of Yokohama Twilight. It is in a gray area and is responsible for handling things that the military and police cannot or are inconvenient to handle. A peaceful look.

After the transcript last night, Oda Sakunosuke told me that the car was obviously aimed at me, and told me that if necessary, I could go to the detective agency to make a commission.

It came to me...that's Osamu Dazai's fault.

"Ah... I basically understand," I was silent for a while, then nodded at him, "Thank you for saving me, can I buy you something to thank you?"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I froze... The invitation was so straightforward that I realized that I didn't bring much money!

Fortunately, Oda Sakunosuke seemed to see my embarrassment. He invited me to a coffee shop called "Uzumaki" not far away from the Armed Detective Agency to have some desserts. I thought about it and agreed, but secretly counted my pockets. How much money is left in my wallet... I don't know if that coffee shop allows credit.

After arriving at the coffee shop, Sakunosuke Oda greeted the boss familiarly, ordered a cup of black coffee, and then handed me the menu to let me choose what I wanted to eat. I looked at the menu and reluctantly chose a cup A blueberry sundae at an affordable price.

Oda Sakunosuke was surprisingly considerate. He seemed to have guessed that there was something hidden about what happened just now, so he didn't ask any further questions. He also talked about other small things with me. When he said that he had adopted fifteen children, I finally couldn't help but send out Exclaimed: "Huh? I didn't expect Mr. Oda to adopt so many children in his thirties!"

"No," he was suspiciously silent for a while, "Actually, I'm only 27 years old..."

I was also silent, 27 years old... I can't tell at all, is it a middle-aged man in his 30s who has been destroyed by life?

Thinking of this, I began to gossip: "Hmm... By the way, does Mr. Oda have a girlfriend or wife?"

I guess not, after all, being called mother by fifteen children... emmmmm.

"Ah, no..."

really.

I took a bite of the sundae and thought silently.

Well, the sundae is delicious.

Another bite.

"By the way, Miss Huang mentioned before that she lost her memory and wanted to get it back?"

"Yeah," I said distressedly, "but I don't know how to find out..."

"Well," he nodded, "it's really troublesome."

"It would be great if there is some magical supernatural being who can help me restore my memory... even if it points out the way." I sighed.

Oda Sakunosuke frowned: "Speaking of which, Ranpo-san may be able to."

"Mr. Ranpo?" My eyes lit up, "Can he restore my memory?"

"No, Mr. Ranpo is a famous detective," he corrected, "Mr. Ranpo can see through everything, maybe he can know how to restore your memory."

"Mr. Oda!" I held his hand and said sincerely, "Please help me introduce this famous detective!"

"Ah...Mr. Ranpo is not on duty today, he should still be upstairs, I will take you to find him."

I followed Oda Sakunosuke to the Armed Detective Agency on the fourth floor. I don’t know why this place always feels familiar... Maybe it’s an illusion?

Pushing open the door, Sakunosuke Oda shouted "I'm back", and then distributed the snacks and coffee that he brought to his colleagues. I stood obediently at the door and waited for him to finish his work.

"Hello," a young man with blond hair, braids, and glasses stepped forward and asked politely, "I'm Kunikida Doppo. Do you have any request?"

"I'm Huang Shang," I nodded at him, "I heard Mr. Oda say that Mr. Ranpo of your company can see through everything at a glance. I want to entrust him to help me find my lost memories."

"Mr. Ranpo?" Kunikida Doppo was taken aback for a moment, he turned to look at the black-haired young man sitting at the desk by the window, "Mr. Ranpo, I'm entrusted by you."

"Want to retrieve your memory?" The young man in a weird detective suit, dozing off with his feet on the table opened his eyes and looked at me, with a hint of interest flashing in his emerald green eyes, "Ah, interesting, so interesting. "

He took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on, with sharp eyes, "Let Detective Ranpo take a look."

"Extraordinary ability super reasoning!"