As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

Edogawa ran wild.

When I heard the young man's full name, I almost couldn't restrain the horror in my heart-what?Osamu Dazai is already an exaggeration, is there still Edogawa Ranpo?

After reorganizing my thoughts, I also understood that in addition to accepting the reality, I still had to accept it.

If it was Mr. Ranpo, the title of "Detective" would not shock the world at all. According to this... Will there be Asaga, Conan Doyle...

What kind of strange world is this?

The speed at which Edogawa ranpo wiped out the dim sum made me speechless. Wouldn't it be too greasy to eat like this?

It’s okay if I didn’t hide my gaze, but instead he said to me——

"But you, you are really a weirdo."

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detective agency

Although Wu Yishi pretended to be calm, everyone in the detective agency was an experienced investigator, and even the administrative staff who handled the paperwork were more sensitive than ordinary people.From their point of view, the farewell without Yishi smacked of fleeing.

The first to raise doubts was Akiko Yosano who was wiping her fingertips with a tissue.

"Why do you say that child is a weird person?" She didn't see anything weird about it. "He's relatively taciturn and a little shy, but there's nothing special about him other than that."

"By the way, Mr. Dazai didn't invite the other party to die in love. Isn't that strange?"

"...So it's really true." Tanizaki recalled the ups and downs of one-stop service in the daily life, and he couldn't help but make other guesses, "Just my personal guess-Miss Muiji is not the type that Mr. Dazai likes? "

Unexpectedly, the topic was suddenly pushed to his own head, Dazai simply turned into a puddle, put his face on the table and loudly expressed his dissatisfaction.

"No, I don't always find women to die for love. Eh? Is that how everyone sees me?"

Naturally, he mercilessly received affirmative answers from all the staff.

"Huh? Don't! My heart hurts so much!" He shouted happily, "My heart hurts so much that I'm about to die!"

In the end, the farce ended with the sentence of the partner, "You should just die like this, don't dirty my hands."

Tanizaki weakly raised his hand to bring the topic back to the right track.

"So... Mr. Ranpo said that Ms. Inai is so strange, I still don't understand."

"Fool--"

Ranpo has already emptied the delicious snacks, his stomach is full, and the happiness that sugar brings to him is indescribable.

"However, it's normal that you can't see it."

"It is impossible for a person to live in this world without any traces. Even if the past has been covered up by someone, and the resume is blank, the 'record' can only be erased, but the traces of its existence cannot be eliminated. The one who sent Miss Dim Sum, but someone who has no information about anything."

"It looks like he is about 20 years old. Even if it is a secret test subject locked in a laboratory, it will leave information left by past experiences on it. How can it be possible to cover up all human traces?

It is precisely because the amount of information that Edogawa Ranpo can see far exceeds that of ordinary people. For him, the ability to absorb information is unimaginable for ordinary people.The world in his eyes is naturally different from that of ordinary people—assuming that everyone is carrying ten burdens, and a person with nothing around him appears at this time, isn't it particularly abrupt?

"In other words, this lady delivering snacks is as clean as a newborn baby."

"No, it's better than a baby."

"—Isn't this strange enough? It should be said to be 'abnormal'."

If these words hadn't come from his mouth, no one would have believed it, right?However, relying on Edogawa Ranpo's status in the detective agency and everyone's strong ability is obvious to all, the credibility of what he said is equal to the truth.

For a few seconds, everyone could only hear their own breathing.

"...Mr. Ranpo." Tanizaki recalled Ranpo and said something, "Why did you suggest Miss Inai to visit the shrine? The nearest shrine is Tsukimine Shrine, right?"

"Ah, I know, the guardian of Tsukimine Shrine is very popular."

"About this... I probably know why." Dazai got up from the table, propping his chin with one hand, "However, I don't know if it will work or not."

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"What a weirdo."

Until I left from the old-fashioned elevator and completely walked out of the building where the detective agency belongs, Mr. Ranpo's evaluation still lingered in my mind.

Am I weirdo?

To survive as a human being, one needs to be sensible and understand why the people around you are happy and sad. Only in this way can you become a part of it, at least I think so.What people call "weird" probably means "this person can't be like everyone else".

Could it be that Mr. Ranpo is serious, am I a person who is different from everyone at a glance?

If Mr. Ranpo can see this, what about the others?

Did I just try to get along with everyone without the awareness of "I'm a strange person" all the time?

Before passing the shrine, I suddenly remembered the words Mr. Ranpo said——

"I'll give you a suggestion - let's go to the shrine on the way back."

Looking at the neatly repaired steps, I stood where I was and looked inside.

I don't know much about shrines. I used to think that they were similar to temples, so I simply followed the group of female students to see how they did it.

When I entered, I saw a small booth on the side, a group of students (mostly girls) in uniforms were queuing up, and there was a promotional sign on the side.

It turned out to be here to buy all kinds of guards, and if you get closer, you can naturally hear the girls' discussions.

"The Omori at Tsukimine Shrine is very effective. Aino from Class B succeeded by confessing her love to the Omori."

"I'd rather have a mamoru who can bless my studies... The entrance exam is not far away, and I'm so nervous that I can't even eat when I think about it."

"I want to ask for one for my brother, but will it not work?"

Mr. Ranpo didn't ask me to ask for a guardian, did he?

I was amused by my own thoughts, he doesn't look like someone who would believe this?

However, with the mentality that I would rather believe it or not, I also lined up behind the group of female students, but I was at the end of the line, and there were no newcomers behind me, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet Go ahead and wait.

Finally, the line in front came to an end, and the girls left in twos and threes. Only me and the staff were left in the kiosk where I bought the omamori.

"Hi...I want to..."

By the way, what kind of guard should I want?

When people pray to Oshou, they are essentially praying to the gods, right?I long for the gods to hear my little wish, even if I only grant myself a ten-thousandth of luck, people with firm beliefs may seize this luck and turn it into a miracle.

However, I have nothing that can be called a wish.

Wanting to have a place to live and a job is not a wish, but a goal at best.A wish is different from a goal. A goal is something that can be achieved by myself. I absolutely don’t want to pray to the gods to give me the luck to achieve everything.

"Do you have any wishes?" Seeing my hesitation, the clergy who sold the omori asked softly.

He looked very young, he seemed to be just a middle school student, no, maybe just a primary school student.I thought it was black hair, but when I looked closer, I found that it was a deep dark blue luster, and the pupil color was the same.He also wears a pair of square-frame glasses, and his temperament reminds me of a school teacher.

"...Maybe I don't have any wishes." I told the truth, hoping that the other party wouldn't think I was looking for trouble, "It's just that someone told me to come to the shrine today."

"That's it." The little boy was not angry, he looked at me tenderly, "Well, I probably know."

He took out an omamori from the cabinet and handed it to me, with the Chinese characters for "Yuanjie" written on it.

"Is this to bless love?"

He shook his head, nodded again, and then covered the word "knot" and other characters with his hands, only pointing at the word "Yuan".

"Once people and people, people and things are related, there will be fate. No one lives alone in the world. No, it should be said that no one wants to live alone in the world. As long as they exist in the world, they must There will be 'fate'. People's loneliness is probably caused by the degree and depth of 'fate'."

He smiled and said to me, "Although it is an omamori to pray for a good relationship, as long as you are sincere, you can use it as an amulet to protect your relationship with others."

I took this little omamori from him.

The soft cloth lay in the palm of my hand, under the knot of pink thread, the strokes of the word "Yuan" embroidered with gold thread turned into dazzling gold characters in my eyes, and the red and white dots on the background were like blessings. Koi fish swim in the pond.

"Go and make friends with people."

The author has something to say:

It was Elliot who made soy sauce at Tsukimine Shrine.

Unexpectedly, I also picked up Sakura!

Although so much has been said, in fact, this essence is still a guardian of love.

You know what I mean?

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感谢在2020-07-2517:58:35~2020-07-2611:51:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: stop playing games 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!