The whole of Yokohama thought we were together

"You're back, Oda."

Kunikida Doppo took a moment to glance at him from the signed document, "Is the commission going well?"

"Well, there's no problem." Oda Sakunosuke responded, seeing a circle of people in the detective agency, a little strange, "What's the matter?"

Kunikida Doppo paused when he heard the words, and frowned slightly, "Didn't we say that we planned to ask Mr. Ranpo about Sister Akutagawa two days ago, but Mr. Ranpo came back from a business trip today, and Tanizaki and the others sent Akutagawa to her as soon as possible. I brought it over, but..."

He looked at the young man in detective clothes sitting on the table with a complicated expression: "The result is not very good."

Oda Sakunosuke was taken aback: "Akutagawa's younger sister, is she gone?"

"Huh?" Kunikida Doppo hastily denied, "No, I didn't mean that, I mean...Mr. Ranpo, the situation is not very good."

Oda Sakunosuke was even more surprised.

"Mr. Ranpo, don't you even know the whereabouts of sister Akutagawa?" Tanizaki Junichiro was a little anxious.

[It is our brother and sister who made this suggestion. If we don’t get an ideal answer, wouldn’t it be a joy for Mr. Akutagawa?Mr. Akutagawa should be more anxious than me right now...]

Edogawa Ranbu's expression was not very good, he didn't hold any snacks in his hands for the first time, and his eyes were all open, it seemed that the situation was really not optimistic.

It took a long time after Junichiro Tanizaki finished speaking, before he answered, but his expression didn't improve a bit.

"A famous detective can guess where your sister is now," he said to Ryunosuke Akutagawa, "but a famous detective won't tell."

"Why is this? I don't understand!" Akutagawa Ryunosuke was upset, and his voice was much louder than usual.

But Edogawa Ranpo didn't care about it.

He peeled off the candy wrapper, stuffed the lollipop into his mouth, and returned to his lazy look: "Because if you knew the location, you would definitely rush in regardless."

With sugar in his mouth, his voice was not very clear, but Akutagawa Ryunosuke still understood what he said in the next sentence:

"You have to go with the permission of the president."

"Okay," he replied decisively, "then I'll go find him."

As soon as the words fell, he ignored everyone present, turned around and walked towards the president's office in an instant.

No one stopped them, the Tanizaki brothers and sisters returned to their desks discouragedly, and when Oda Sakunosuke was about to walk over, they saw Edogawa Ranpo opened his eyes again at some point, a pair of clear green eyes He looked straight in the direction Akutagawa Ryunosuke was leaving with a serious expression.

Oda Sakunosuke's movements just stopped, and the other party also turned his eyes to meet him at the same time.

"Oda, your intuition has always been very keen," he held a lollipop in his hand, turning the paper stick back and forth, seemingly very leisurely, but his tone was mature and serious like never before, "Do you feel that you are very Strange."

"……strangeness?"

"It's impossible for the world's number one detective not to guess the location of Akutagawa's sister, but," he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his voice, "I can't be very sure—because the logic chain is broken. .”

Now even Kunikida Doppo couldn't approve the documents with peace of mind anymore, his hand holding the pen stopped in the air, "What do you mean, Mr. Ranpo?"

"It means," Edogawa Ranpo said, "some people or things that must exist in this incident have been deleted out of thin air, and this may even be the case in this world."

Ranpo Edogawa threw the lollipop back into his mouth: "I think something is missing in this world."

[Something is missing...]

——Oda work.

Oda Sakunosuke's heart trembled, and he asked, "Have you ever heard someone call me..."Oda Saku"? "

Edogawa Ranpo looked up at the ceiling: "No."

"What's that name?" Kunikida Doppo couldn't understand, "Can your name still be used in such a sentence?"

Oda Sakunosuke lowered his eyes, "I don't know..."

[It's just that I seem to have actually heard someone call me that. ]

With various tones and emotions, they really called me that.

"No, I can't say that there is no, maybe there is." Edogawa Ranpo turned his attention to him again, "It's just that you forgot, we all forgot."

Oda Sakunosuke suddenly felt creepy.

What kind of ability can achieve this level?

This kind of ability can make everyone in the world forget the same thing, or just one person. Doesn't that mean that the world is controlled and dominated by this ability?

Then how can they be sure that what they do is really from their own consciousness, not... manipulated by others?

And the most important point is that the person who was forgotten by everyone, the person who was forgotten by him...

How sad it must be.

But he is not even sure whether this is his imagination, or whether the other party really existed...

While thinking about this, Oda Sakunosuke had already left work from the detective agency, bought some ingredients on the road and returned to the staff dormitory.

There was a box not far from the door that was placed in the wrong place. He didn't want to care about it at first, but the next moment he guessed that it might be a package from a colleague next door, so he picked it up casually in case it was lost.

He opened the door and walked in.

Perhaps inspired by the words of Edogawa Ranpo, he could no longer deceive himself to ignore the strange things he felt these days, and he began to think deeply, and even diverged from it to the philosophical issues of ancient Greece-if the forest in the forest No one heard the tree fall, so did the tree fall?

It's just that his thoughts often go astray——

When putting the supermarket shopping bags in the kitchen and taking things out from the inside, Oda Sakunosuke thought: Why did the tree fall down?Infested with moths?

From here on again and again, even if I think about it for a long time, I can't think of a reason.

until he saw what he was holding.

It was a box of canned crab meat that he had just taken out of his shopping bag.

"..."

Oda Sakunosuke's heart suddenly started beating violently, and he felt that he couldn't breathe for some reason.

The lack of oxygen caused his brain to feel dizzy for a short time. He suddenly put the can on the table and turned around to look at this fairly spacious dormitory.

The folded sheets covered the entire floor of the dormitory. The wardrobes in the corners, the low tables, and even the folded quilts after waking up in the morning were all exactly as they were in memory.

but……

Oda Sakunosuke left the kitchen and walked towards the closet.

His heart almost jumped out of his throat, and even his every step could be heard clearly in the quiet room.

He stood still in front of the cabinet, raised his hand and opened the cabinet door.

In the closet, which is nearly one meter wide, the upper part is a hanger, and the lower part is a grid for storing foldable clothes. It is obviously spacious enough to place anything at will, but all his clothes, no matter they are hung, Still stacked - all crowded on the left side of the closet.

On the other side, there was a large space left, as if there...was another clothes.

Oda Sakunosuke took two steps back, then quickly walked to the storage cabinet not far from the quilt, and opened the door——

The spare quilts stored there all year round are... clean, and one corner of the quilt has signs of being torn but stitched by someone.

—None of these had ever appeared in his memory.

But it was enough for Oda Sakunosuke to be sure.

That person existed.

[he existed...]

Oda Sakunosuke fell to the ground with a splitting headache.

[who is he? ]

"Oda Work~"

[……Who are you? ]

"Om-"

The phone rang in his pocket, Oda Sakunosuke gritted his teeth, took out the phone, and pressed to answer.

But the pain intensified, and there was a buzzing in his ears.

"...Ah, is that Oda-san? I'm here..."

The voice on the phone seemed to be separated from him by a cloud, hazy, he bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and the moment he tasted the blood, he finally heard the other party's words clearly.

"...Your book left us here. After contacting Mr. Kunikida of the detective agency, the book has been mailed to your home. Please pay attention to check it!"

[what book……]

When this question came up, Oda Sakunosuke suddenly saw the package that he brought in but just threw at the door.

He put down his phone, stood up and walked to the door, and opened the carton.

Inside is a book that... probably shouldn't have appeared at this time.

That was a story that he had just finished writing the outline of, but hadn't started writing yet—but now, he has already got a published book with his signature printed on it.

The brain was buzzing, Oda Sakunosuke held his forehead, and opened the first page.

Under the print of his name, someone wrote down the nickname - Oda Tsukuru with a pen.

This handwriting is clear and meaningful, and each stroke is written seriously, which makes people feel the piety of the other party when he writes for no reason.

[who is it……]

The dizziness of the brain became more and more serious, he felt that everything around him seemed to be twisting and spinning, his hands trembled slightly, and the book slipped from the palm of his hand.

At the same time, a post-it note fell out of it.

The handwriting, which was exactly the same as that address, made him feel very familiar.

It's just that there's a lot more content.

Oda Sakunosuke picked up the post-it note.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

All spinning things stopped, and even the noise from the brain became quieter.

So much so that Oda Sakunosuke was able to concentrate and concentrate on reading the words on this sticky note.

That is a poem.

"All the wishes of my heart are about you

All the madness in my head started because of you

No matter how I think about what I foresee

my present and future

It's all you"

Oda Sakunosuke slowly, slowly raised his hand to cover his trembling lips.

Scarlet blood gushed out from his throat, flowed through his fingers, and dripped onto the compress.

But fortunately, the sticky note was not stained.

[I remembered. ]

Oda Sakunosuke gripped the paper so hard that his fingertips turned white.

[The person I love, his name is Osamu Dazai. ]

The author has something to say: "All the wishes in my heart are related to you, all the madness in my mind is due to you, no matter how I think about what I foresee, my present and future are you."—— Rumi.