Social animals don't deserve love

It's a pity that we didn't come here to taste milk tea. After the gem merchant Mr. Richard sat down on the chair in front of me, I took a sip from the teacup and took out the data about the ring from the information bag. : "Sorry, it's a Padma corundum ring that was lost about 35 years ago. The cut, setting, weight, etc. are all here. I hope to find the most original information about it from you."

"You should know that we have an obligation to protect the health of gemstone buyers." The young man who was as transparent as gemstones looked straight into my eyes.

I understand.

Not only did he keep the original information of this ring, he even just saw it in the last few days.

"This is my investigator's certificate and the police authorization. After all, it was taken without warning. The original owner claimed that the search is reasonable. In fact, only for this ring, the client is more concerned about its symbolic meaning."

I opened the document for him to see, and after confirming the police signature and my identity, the gentleman looked down: "So, if you find this ring, what do you plan to do with it?"

——This person not only saw this ring, but also saw the person who took the ring... It should be a descendant.

If I'm not mistaken, it is even the descendant of the "female burglar who lived near the suicide site" that needs to be found.According to the analysis of the time and Mr. Richard's expression and tone, he is still a very young boy with a great sense of justice.

The elements are connected together, and the story behind the gemstone ring made me smile: "You are serious. No matter which country, there is a concept of 'recourse period' in the law. For things that are more than 20 years old, considering the The social environment and the vicissitudes of life for so long, as long as it is not a recidivist who is too difficult to write down, it will be forgiven by time."

"The ring will be returned to the police and eventually returned to its original owner. Since the lady who ended up receiving it died of illness not long ago, I guess the most likely place it will end up is in a museum."

Ms. Qian will definitely add a dramatic ending to the story, and the museum might be a good place to go.

Mr. Richard looked at me for a while, then took out a directory from the leather-bound file folder at hand and opened it: "As you can see, the transaction information of this high-quality gem is indeed preserved. Please take a look."

Osamu Dazai sat quietly on one side the whole time, and then suddenly let out a loud and strange laugh.

Ignoring this guy's sudden yin and yang aura, I saw the data marked on the transaction list decades ago - the so-called eldest daughter-in-law's token, which was only endowed after the family bought it for a period of time. No matter how much meaning is superimposed, the gem Always the same gem.

"The attribute classification is sapphire, but it actually shows a special orange and pink color. Just like a person, it often turns into something else when you express your deepest feelings. It's really interesting."

I used a note to block the names and addresses of both parties to the transaction, took a photo of this page as an archive record, put together the list and pushed it back to the gem merchant: "Next, can I trouble you to contact the person who currently holds the ring? If He intends to, I think...the client should not be stingy with a payment."

As troublesome as it is to recover an item lost decades ago, it becomes even more troublesome when both parties emphasize ownership.

The man sitting across from me looked at the catalog that was pushed back and slowly eased the arc of his lips: "You have seen everything through. Is this the strength of...?"

I didn't hear the hidden word clearly, but Osamu Dazai laughed again: "We are serious investigators from a serious society, the very, very ordinary kind, good people. Right Fubuki-chan!"

I am noncommittal about whether he is called no big or small.In terms of age, this guy and Zhong are almost three years younger than me, but they always deliberately add a suffix that is usually used to describe a young girl after my name... and there is nothing I can do about it.

"The Armed Detective Agency undertakes various commissions, but it does not include collecting evidence of infidelity and finding missing pets. Thank you." I suddenly remembered Mr. Kunikida's melancholy at the meeting yesterday, and I was very active in asking others to work for the agency.

Mr. Richard finally nodded and agreed to my request: "I will cooperate with the police in handling the case. As for your client, I can only ask you to comfort and communicate with him. I will notify you as soon as there is news, please rest assured."

"Thank you for your help." I stood up from the chair and thanked him. After standing up straight, I asked curiously, "Can I find the corresponding transaction information for every high-quality gemstone?"

"Theoretically, as long as the dealer is a regular gem dealer." Mr. Richard stood up and returned the gift, buttoned his shirt and sent me out: "You know, there are many gem transactions that are not too... If you encounter that kind of situation , the authenticity of the information must be considered.”

"Understood, thank you, goodbye."

Saying goodbye to this studio that sells and authenticates gemstones, I simply went through the timeline of the entire incident in my mind, from 35 years ago to the present... The investigation is completed enough to this point.But considering Mr. Richard's implicitly protective attitude towards the ring holder, I decided to give him a few more days to deal with it.

Then, the most urgent task right now is to join Mr. Kunikida and try our best to find those children whose families have been destroyed and displaced.

Judging from the information given by the Supernatural Secret Service Division, some people are too old to be called children now, but their final whereabouts... at least someone should record it.

"That guy, Ango, always does this kind of seemingly 'superfluous' things. I hate him the most. Every time I hold a hatred mentality and want to take revenge in this way, if I don't remember that he is barely able People who solve all kinds of troubles can't wait to be stuffed under the wheels of trams."

On the way to meet Mr. Kunikida, Osamu Dazai gritted his back molars angrily. My reaction to this was: "Don't put yourself in the shoes of a plan that was originally a joke, or you will be misunderstood by others."

"Hey! Fuxue-chan is still facing her ex-husband. We are just ordinary colleagues who just met, so I won't blame you..." He had no abnormality, and wailed along the smooth flow of the conversation.I sighed: "You never covered it up, right? I'm not blind, of course I can see it. I don't quite understand what's going on with your men's friendship. A kind of elementary school chicken breath blows over my face. Oda Sakunosuke is still there. Is it always like this for the three of you?"

He was silent for half an hour, seeing Mr. Kunikida standing not far away impatiently pointing his feet with his arms crossed, I heard Dazai Osamu's weak voice: "Have you guessed the truth, Miss Fubuki?"

"The exact details are unclear, but what role does each play ... it's pretty much the same."

I looked up at the sky: "Later, I thought about it many times. If I open the door in time that day, I don't know if I can stop him."

"But...the door is not opened if the door is not opened, and the facts will not change in any way because of memories and regrets. All I can do now is to live up to the entrustment of my friends..."

Mr. Kunikida's complexion was already very bad, as if he was going to yell at Yuya Yuzai in the next second, Dazai Osamu gave a grinning "Yeah", and jumped up to challenge his partner's bottom line with great interest.

I think...Mr. Kunikida's measure is a little bit pissed off by Osamu Dazai.

It is said that he also did the thing of lying and rolling at the gate of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in broad daylight. If I were his partner, I would have exploded in embarrassment.

In the end, Mr. Kunikida completely eliminated the source of noise pollution with a beautiful uppercut. He glanced at me and opened the account: "How about the commission from the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"I have done everything that can be done, and I will leave the rest to time. In a few days, someone will come to the door with a ring by himself, and I will submit the report tomorrow morning."

I told him the general process, and Mr. Kunikida paused for a while, deciding that it would be easier to read the report.After recording this matter, he took out a few pages of the grouping materials and handed them over: "There is no need to look for these children, they can be confirmed dead."

Young children without parental protection living on the streets in a city like Yokohama... This is also, not a surprising result.

I read the photos page by page, and looked up at him: "Leave it to me. After the other children who are still alive are found, these dead ones should also have an explanation."

"...if you're sure you want to do it." He lowered his head and pushed his glasses up a bit, then raised his head again: "If you need support, just say so."

I looked at him and smiled: "Thank you."

Dazai Osamu took these photos from my hand and flipped through them, his tone as if he was afraid that others would have a better impression of him: "Show me? Well... there are a few who don't look very smart." He looks familiar, not many are smart.

He picked half of it out and put it in his windbreaker pocket: "Kunikida-kun~ Let me tell you about the first stop where other idiots might hide~"

The first stop is Leibo Street, which our Yokohama local residents usually avoid subconsciously.

When Leibo Street was not Leibo Street, the locals were not very willing to go there.That peninsula-like place was once divided into a concession area in the early years, and foreigners enjoyed extraterritorial rights in it.That is to say, in case of any conflict, casualties can only be taken care of by yourself, and there is no place to listen to your grievances. There are often incidents of foreign troops wounding people, so no one will run there if nothing happens.As for the fact that Leibo Street became Leibo Street...it's too long ago, it seems to have happened when I was in primary school, so I can't remember clearly.

I only vaguely remember that a hurricane suddenly swept from the direction of the sea one day, and the cherry tree that hadn't grown up in the yard was almost broken in the middle.Even though it was night, it seemed as if the sun had risen above the sea, and after a short day, it returned to silent night.Various emergency vehicles whistling past with their sirens sounding, continued for several days.

After that, the children of each family were strictly ordered by their parents to avoid the former concession area.

——There is a sunken "giant bowl" on the flat land of the peninsula, and few people who originally lived on it survived.The concession area also changed its name and gradually became known as Leibo Street.

Leibo is a deep bowl.

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We Fran people call the mortar that hammers garlic and pepper what we call bowl, the hammered pepper is called Leijiao, and the hammered fried sesame bean oil noodle tea is called Leicha.I directly interpreted the bowl as a garlic mortar. I don’t think it’s a big problem?