Social animals don't deserve love

Turn left after entering the door, and there is a silver-haired middle-aged man sitting in front of you.He is dressed in cyan loose traditional clothing, with a serious expression and fierce eyes.The decoration in the office is as traditional and simple as this respectable Mr. President, which makes people hold their breath and dare not make mistakes.

"President of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi." He was like a fearsome dean, who looked like he was owed [-] test papers.If I hadn't been good at catching micro-expressions and found that he didn't have much emotion, I would have been scared to cry: "Hello, Yada Fubuki. It's our first meeting."

Bending down a little cautiously, Mr. President motioned me to pick a chair at random and sit down.

His eyes are really fierce. He took off the cat bag and hugged Socrates tightly and sat on the chair by the window. His buttocks only dared to touch the edge a little. I was ready to jump up and run away at any time.The cat was infected by the owner's overly nervous emotions, and hid in the cat bag restlessly back and forth.

Soon Mr. Fukuzawa lowered his eyes and looked away. Only then did I realize that there was a document on the table in front of him—it was a report about the unsuccessful capture of a criminal with supernatural powers.It looks like the detectives had a hard time while I was hiding in the staff quarters.

"Please recall again what happened on the day of the attack, and move the date forward if possible."

His voice softened a little, Mr. Kunikida opened the door after getting permission, and Mr. Ranpo and Mr. Dazai came in.

"At present, all our clues come from the photos of the victims provided by the military and police. You are the only one known to be alive, Ms. Yada." Mr. Kunikida pushed his glasses with a deep voice.

The photos of the scene where the victims were found were also attached to the report document, but President Fukuzawa deliberately blocked it with his sleeve—I know, he was afraid of scaring me, an ordinary person.

"You have to tell the truth, so that a detective can catch the prisoner and protect you, Fubuki~" Mr. Ranpo was holding a bottle of wave soda in his hand, and the glass beads were shaking and hitting left and right in the bottle, creating a brisk rhythm .He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and his emerald green eyes were rarely opened, shining with confidence.

In order to free myself as soon as possible, I began to describe carefully from the day I found myself back to two years ago

"A strange man blows up the Maruzen Building", "a strange patient attacks innocent passers-by with a knife", "hiring a lawyer to sue for divorce", "encountering a stranger's entrustment to salute while traveling"

These events are disconnected from each other and have no causal relationship other than that they all happened to me.

After Mr. Ranpo finished listening, he went to President Fukuzawa's desk with a "da da da", picked up the report, twitched for a while, put on his hat decisively, and planned to go out: "No, part of the victim's information is missing, someone I used my hands and feet to hide it."

"Xiao Fuxue, are you sure you haven't had any conflicts with anyone?" The emerald green eyes stared at me brightly.

How can I still remember what happened two years ago?Besides, I am withdrawn by nature and don't like to go out.I just moved back to my old house from Anwu recently, and I didn’t make too much noise when tidying up the house. The neighbors are all old people who have watched me since I was a child, so they don’t have such great malice towards me.

I shook my head lightly: "I don't remember, except for the divorce with Ango, which can barely be regarded as a 'conflict', other..."

"Others are also unlikely. If someone will resent Fuxue-chan, there is a high probability that it will be an unknown suitor, or a guy who is dissatisfied with her behavior under the influence of empathy..."

Mr. Dazai stroked his chin, and almost at the same time as Mr. Ranpo uttered a word: "Divorce."

"Eh?"

Whether An Wu has read the lawyer's letter or not is still uncertain, and he is not the kind of narrow-minded man with a small belly.

Mr. Ranpo flipped through the files and curled his lips: "Prisoners, and guys who hide information from victims' files, there are really more and more unqualified adults recently!"

President Fukuzawa immediately dialed the phone and found an acquaintance to recheck and export the detailed information of the six victims.

The three detectives, including Mr. Kunikida, frowned after the new information was put in front of them—the seven young ladies, including me, all had marriage experiences, and some divorced not even once or twice.

"He hated divorced ladies and it just got worse."

Mr Kunikida sorted the bodies by time of death when they were found.The first lady has had four marriages with countless lovers, while the second one is not as brilliant as the previous one, but she also managed two marriages.The third was like her, and the fourth was divorced once and was planning to remarry before his death.The fifth and sixth have also been divorced, and currently have stable boyfriends.I am the most special one, the marriage was not over when it happened...

"You are indeed the most special one, and the techniques used by the prisoners have also changed here."

Mr. Kunikida gave me a photo of the oversized suitcase confiscated by the military and police.

Inside the box is a complete set of traditional bride-to-be wearing Bai Wugou, including headgear, clogs, combs, hair pins, and cosmetics to decorate the face - all used, lip gloss and even a very old jade insect color" Komachi red".

"If the military and police fail to intercept it in time, we may end up finding your body wearing this dress in an abandoned shrine. As for the other victims, the clothes being replaced are more routine, and there is no such strong sense of ritual , and they all disappeared after being followed on the road... The criminals obviously invested more patience and attention on you."

He closed his account and asked a question that I also wanted to know: "Where did this person get the victim's personal information?"

"Divorce is a very personal matter. I didn't take the initiative to inform anyone except the lawyer." I recalled carefully in the faint "meow" of Socrates: "The window of the district office for changing social information, as well as the court, These are the only sources of information that I have no control over."

The six victimized women have different occupations and lives, they have never met each other, and their activities did not overlap.According to the available data, only the "traits" noticed by the prisoners highly overlap.

——"Everyone initiates a divorce." I poked the cat's furry ears, and turned to Mr. Ranpo to answer the question: "Dark and inferior, not very strong, young male. Unemployed or engaged in industries with meager wages, Economic difficulties, divorce, and the possibility of being abandoned by a marriage partner and being unmarried. It is easy for oneself or immediate family members to have access to personal information of citizens..."

Open the drawing board and draw the silhouette of the person who forced the box to me at the beginning, including the clothing, shoes, hats and body posture in detail.So, don't easily bully a person who can draw. Maybe she can't tell you what you look like, but she can draw clearly.

"He wore a baseball cap and kept his head down. The facial features above the mouth were hidden in the shadows and he couldn't see it. As for other places... there should be no omissions." I put down the brush and handed out this sketch. After reading it, Mr. Ranpo said It is no different from the photos taken by surveillance cameras.

"Well~ we should go to the household registration department to find a staff member who is about to retire, he should be able to provide some information."

The famous detective finally stepped out after waiting for a while, and I suddenly realized: "Ah, this way...it should be better for me. Just, ask whether the procedures for changing personal information have been completed, and note the seal by the way, and inform the other party beamingly Is something good coming soon?"

Mr. Dazai smiled and nodded: "That's really great."

Talking to smart people saves effort.

Mr. Ranpo puffed up one cheek: "Will it work?"

Of course not, how could I, a good citizen, use that kind of control weapon.

Sitting behind the desk, President Fukuzawa opened a drawer and took out a square "box": "Kunikida, tell Miss Yada how to use weapons to protect yourself."

Kunikida Doppo: "Huh?"

Are you skipping frames? Why didn't I understand?

Half an hour later, I entrusted Socrates to Fukuzawa-san to take care of him. Holding the diaper disguised as a gift box, I tremblingly walked between Osamu Dazai and Doppo Kunikida towards the district office where I had submitted the application.Due to time constraints, Mr. Ranpo, who can't take a tram or read a map, was left in the detective agency to control the overall situation (eating snacks).

I changed vehicles and walked for a while, just in time to walk into the office before the district office got off work.In order not to arouse the suspicion of the suspect, Mr. Dazai took out his mobile phone outside the door and took a group photo with me.Mr. Kunikida found his frivolous appearance not pleasing to the eye, so he almost couldn't hold back his punches.

"Hey, I'm going in."

I squeezed out a smile and nodded at them, and found the window where I submitted the documents. The gray hair of the clerk made me feel bitter: "Hello."

"Oh, Miss Yada!"

Apparently he still had some impressions of me, so he stopped packing up the materials and sat upright, "How can I help you?"

I hugged the box tightly and twitched my mouth: "Yes, I want to ask if the information has been modified successfully? Also, I just got a new seal, do I need to file for the record, or something else."

"So you are still divorced..." He called up the page to check, his tone a little depressed.I nodded in response: "Yes, and I already have a new suitor, and I am hesitant to accept it."

After listening to it, he froze for a moment, sighed and turned the monitor to me: "The amendment application has not been approved yet, and he is probably waiting for a reply from the court." A clerk couldn't hide his gloom and asked: "Can't we choose to forgive and give each other another chance? There is still some time before the ruling takes effect."

"But, who gave us another chance?" I looked up into his eyes, just like Nakahara once asked: "Who faces our pain? Who understands our struggle? Marriage is not a child's play, It cannot be sustained alone. Being hurt is not the victim's fault, and forgiveness is not a choice we have to make."

"Please don't say the words 'Please forgive me' so easily."

The clerk was speechless, and after a while he bowed his head and nodded: "Sorry, I made a slip of the tongue. Your application has not been approved, and we are going to be off work here, you see...?"

"Goodbye!" I replied stiffly holding the box, got up and pushed the chair away and walked towards the door step by step.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the gray-haired middle-aged man's back suddenly collapsed, throwing documents in the filing cabinet indiscriminately and walking towards the office separated by the counter.

"Are you afraid?"

Walking out of the ward office with shaking hands, Mr. Dazai asked softly in a soft voice, and I shook my head in silence.

It wasn't fear, it was anger.

Incomprehensible anger mixed with unexplained grievances made me unable to control my body.

Mr. Kunikida glanced around and asked in a low voice, "Is the suspect here?"

"No, he will act soon. This is just a channel for him to obtain the victim's personal information." I looked at the gloomy sky and explained: "Mr. Ranpo found a deliberate omission in the police information, based on which we can judge indirectly There were two prisoners. One provided information, and the other was in charge of action. Maybe intentionally or unintentionally, whether the person who provided the information deliberately planned the remote control or was forced to act as a last resort will not be known until both of them are arrested."

Mr. Kunikida: "...?"

When did you know, why didn't I know?And the two of us, who is the detective?

Mr. Dazai was standing beside me with a smile on his face, just when someone came out from the side door, he bent down and approached me with his head down.From another angle, it looked like a comforting kiss, but he didn't even touch a hair.

"Okay, Kunikida-kun~ Hurry up and follow that person and don't let him escape, the evidence is in the computer records." He straightened up and waved his hand to chase away his partner, Mr. Kunikida's worried eyes wandered between us : "Is it really all right?"

"It's just going back to the dormitory, what's the problem?" Dazai-san grinned cynically, "Does Kunikida-kun want to be the guardian of the flowers? I have no objection, it's just the next report~ Hehehehe , you know~"

Mr. Kunikida, who was too upright and honest, really blushed: "Don't make such jokes about the lady! Write the report yourself! You must send Ms. Yada back properly, do you hear me?"

"Hey, hey! I know, I know!" He impatiently stretched out his little finger to pick out his ear, and successfully drove away the single-cell straight-thinking partner in anger.

After Mr. Kunikida's back completely disappeared following the clerk, Mr. Dazai put down his hands and looked at me with gentle eyes: "Are you really not afraid? It's not that there are other solutions. Mr. Ranpo also means the same."

"But the fastest and most effective one, right? Maybe other victims have already been taken away at this time. Even if I am not for them but for myself, it is acceptable to take some risks."

I shook the "gift box" in my hand: "People live to find salvation for themselves... If you can't find it, try to redeem others."

Under his dazed gaze, the woman shook off her melancholy and gave an incomparably gentle smile: "This is the last sentence written by an old friend on the posthumous manuscript. I didn't feel much when I read it before, but it suddenly touched me deeply in the past few days. I think... maybe You should try what he says."

"...!"

So, it turned out to be like this?

This world is really small, Ango.

——I understand what Dazai-san means. He and Ranpo-san already predicted what I was going to do when we were still in the detective agency.

He was stranded in the staff dormitory for two days, plus the two days he was under strict protection by the military and police, a total of four days, and the prisoner is still at large.Whether it is the police, the military police, or the armed detective agency, the pressure of public opinion is unimaginable.In such an extreme environment, not a single reporter can break through the encirclement and rush to chatter in front of me. I have to say that they have done everything they can to provide protection.

I can't feel at ease and see others giving for nothing, and I worry about other innocent women... Even if I'm afraid of pain and death, I still feel that I should take action.

"Since Ms. Yada said to give it a try, let's give it a try." He suddenly put away his previous frivolous attitude and showed a more genuine expression.It was melancholy with nostalgia, and the iris-colored eyes rippled softly: "You are much braver than me, and you are destined to be stronger than me."

The strength of a person does not only lie in talent, ability, and body. The ordinary woman in front of her who has no supernatural powers and also has no power to restrain a chicken has a tougher and smarter soul than anyone else.When everyone is dwelling on the past or hesitating at a loss, only she walks alone with a firm will, turning her oaths into actions, and constantly fulfilling her promises to her friends.

In this regard, Odasaku, you have a friend who is much better than me!

I suddenly regretted sending a photo to a "good friend" just now. Damn, there is no undo function in the text message.

If you want to talk about what is the biggest gain in those two years of silent cleansing... probably it is that the supernatural secret service department was frightened and did not dare to neglect it~ hehehehehe.By the way, does Ms. Yada know that Ango's private phone has been soaked in water by Tai Mouji in a certain secret operation?That guy has been using his office number to contact the outside world for the past two years, and he probably forgot to tell his wife.

Well... If this kind of thing is said, it will definitely be mixed and doubled by the parties involved, so it is better not to say it?After all, he just remembered it.It's not like once or twice that you lose the chain, it's better than going to eat Bawang's meal together and sending Ango to the boss to wash the dishes and escape by yourself...

With lingering fear, he took out a "button" from his pocket and held it in front of the woman: "Please, please protect yourself. This is a portable wiretapping and positioning device. No matter where you are taken, it can immediately convey the location Give it to me. Remember not to irritate the prisoner easily, only when you calm down can you find the optimal solution."

"As long as I am alive, I will do my best to protect you, don't be afraid."

The expression of the black-haired youth seemed to miss someone.

"..."

Don't be so exaggerated, as if I would fall to the ground and die at any moment.After pulling out my wisdom teeth, I feel very good. I can eat whatever I want, click!

He quickly raised his head so that I couldn't see his face: "Well, sometimes I also want to be a hero, why don't you force Yada-san to cooperate?"

As he spoke, he became unserious, and the straps of the sand-colored long trench coat fluttered behind him like two tails.

"Thank you." I clipped the "button" directly on the earlobe and covered it with my hair, pursed my lips and looked up at him with a smile: "Then... see you when things are over."

"See you later, let's go for a walk together then? Ah, by the way, I know a very good bar, and a drink is also very good." Mr. Dazai's expression at this time, I think it can be understood as "appreciation".

"No problem." I raised my hand to gesture, waved my palm as a sign of farewell, and parted ways with the person I was protecting at the next intersection.

This is the last turning point from autumn to winter.The tall ginkgo trees on both sides of the road are covered with deep and light yellow small fans, some are golden yellow, some are bright yellow, some are yellow-green, and some are burnt yellow, like layers of blankets, wearing layers for the sleeping earth to welcome the winter new clothes.When it’s not raining, the sky is blue and high, and the last group of migratory birds call their friends and companions and fly southward, like strings of pearls across the sky.The sunshine is also fresh and beautiful, not as harsh as summer, and the sun is just right on the body, and even the mood is lifted by the breeze blowing through the hair.

As easy as every time I observe pedestrians to collect materials, I stuff my hands into the pockets of my woolen coat, shrink my neck and walk slowly along the road to the spiders waiting in their webs.

"You... hello..."

A man in a baseball cap walked out of the slant with a bunch of sunflowers in his arms, just blocking my way.He was very nervous, the straight stem of the sunflower was almost broken, and he couldn't control his guttural voice, panting nervously: "Hello."

I stopped and observed with unexplainable pity: "Hello, what's the matter?"

"Ah... I think, I think..." The man's hand that was holding the bouquet turned white, and he gasped for a while before continuing: "I think, please accept it, the flowers are very beautiful."

I really like brightly colored plants like sunflowers, and because of the special circumstances, even though it was sent by a stranger I don’t know this time, I would not refuse: “Thank you for the flowers.”

The moment his fingers touched the bouquet, he was caught and held tightly by the man, and the world spun, and the neat and clean municipal park path became the basement of a residential house.

Is this person the legendary "supernatural power"?

It's amazing, what can be done with this ability, even if you deliver food, you are more promising than other delivery guys, right?This world really isn't fair at all.

"Welcome." The man who brought me here is much more relaxed than before.Perhaps because he returned to a familiar place, he stood more than one meter away from me, stepped back and carefully found a package and opened it in the dim light: "Please change into this suit, please?"

It was a set of Raising Sleeves, usually appearing together with Bai Wugou at the beginning and end of the wedding.Probably the white set was temporarily detained by the military and police, and he had to find a substitute to use.

Mr. Dazai warned not to provoke the prisoner, and I decided to do as he said.

"Where is this place? Why do you need to change clothes?" He asked as he took the clothes, the man took off his baseball cap and looked up at me: "Do you think I'm ugly?"

It's true, kind of ugly.

The facial skin above the cheekbones seemed to have been scalded, showing an uncomfortable pink color, and even the facial features were a little out of shape.It was hard for me to convince myself to lie to him, so I could only shake my head with a wry smile: "Even if I cried and praised being handsome, you wouldn't believe it."

"This is for you, have you forgotten? In order to protect you from the out-of-control explosion fireworks, how can you forget?"

The other party fell into a trance of memories, and his mood gradually became irritable.

I'm sure this matter has nothing to do with me. A woman who lives alone and doesn't intend to cheat, how can she watch the fireworks in summer by herself?

—so this man is looking through me at his lover who's tossing and turning in pain.

Hmm...is that the reaction?

"Not forgotten, isn't this coming back to you?"

Following his words, I adjusted the gorgeous fabric in my arms and quickly entered the role: "You prepared this for the wedding? Has anyone used it? I don't like to use things that have been used by others."

The expression of surprise froze on his face, and turned into panic: "I have tried my best, the best fabric, the best handwork, only this little flaw, please, please..."

"Kneel down! Who allowed you to stare at me?"

I stretched out my sleeves and raised my chin to scold him coldly, and the man knelt on the ground with both satisfaction and anxiety: "As long as you don't leave, whatever you want is fine."

"How pitiful..." The woman stood under the dim light and adjusted her belt in silence. If it wasn't for the weird and dull atmosphere, she would have looked like a married bride.She smoothed out every wrinkle on the fabric slowly, and after a long time, she asked the man kneeling on the ground like alms, "Do I look good?"

"It doesn't look any better." In a trance, he couldn't help but doubt—is it too good-looking?She was really so beautiful?

The man walked forward on his knees, and stretched out his hand just to touch her legs that were bent under her gorgeous flower.

Just be together forever like this, never let her go again, that foreigner promised, as long as you do this...

Mr. Kunikida said how to use it, just aim and pull the trigger.Right now, this person is completely showing his back, it is the right time to strike...

The door to the basement was violently knocked open, and the crisp and loud noise made me raise my hand to touch the warm liquid splashed on my face belatedly.

What is fishy, ​​sticky and warm is blood.

When he lowered his head, he saw a hand that had also been scalded and deformed with five fingers spread out, and the skin on the fingertips reflected an ominous color under the light.

"Don't look." The familiar gentle voice got closer and closer, and I was pulled into my arms to cover my sight.The person who broke into the basement turned around and explained to the subordinates who followed: "The criminal with supernatural powers resisted arrest and intended to kill the victim with poison. He has already been killed. I will submit a relevant report afterwards."

Is it really not sleepy and dreaming...?

Glasses, aren't you an ordinary social animal from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?May I ask which social animal marksmanship can be so good?