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The transparent mirror is like the bottom of a clear lake. Under the warm winter sun, the interior is as clear as ice and reflects the rays of the sun.

The girl in the mirror had her black hair rolled up, and a hairpin with three jelly-colored peach petals was inserted obliquely in her hair, exposing her slender and fair neck.

Putting on the complicated kimono one by one, Yukimi Mie lowered her head and fastened the obi, her pale fingertips smoothed the folds of the sleeves, and the golden bell adorning her waist shook lightly.

"Zhizhi, have you changed?" Edogawa knocked on the door in confusion, "How do you tie the belt...it seems to be tied, come and help me."

Here comes, every year's repertoire, wearing a kimono and dressing yourself as a famous detective who is tortoise-armor-bound.

The girl stepped on the tatami with her feet wrapped in white socks, she hastily opened the door for Edogawa, and pulled the famous detective who was circling with confused eyes into the room.

The two brothers and sisters got together, Yukimi Mie picked up the knot tied by Ranpo and looked at it for two seconds: "As expected of Ranpo, such a delicate knot is so delicate that even the little prince of Yokohama can't do anything about it."

Osamu Dazai directly called the expert.

"It's hopeless, and the death penalty will be executed immediately." Zhizhi calmly took out the scissors from her sleeve, pressed the detective cat on the tatami with one hand, and raised the sharp-edged scissors high.

"No wonder Shin Kudo regards you as the number one suspect." Edogawa Ranpo gave up struggling, spreading his limbs, "At the scene of the crime, the dead will be woken up by you."

Yukimi Mie cut the knotted belt with two scissors. She reached into the drawer and took out a spare belt of the same color.

"A person who can even tie the simplest bowknot into a tortoise-armor tie is not qualified to speak." Yukimi Mie gesticulated on Edogawa Ranpo with the corner of his belt in his mouth, and wrapped his hands neatly around his waist, Easy to tie into a clean and beautiful knot.

When Fukuzawa Yukichi changed his clothes and came to call the children, the first scene he saw was Edogawa lying on the ground and sitting on the corner of the bed. The black-haired girl bent over and hugged the young man's waist.

The president's hands trembled slightly.

No, no, such tragedies of German orthopedics must not happen in Fukuzawa's house!

"That's not the case!" Edogawa Ranpo immediately interrupted the guardian's wild thoughts, he pulled Zhizhi's face in disgust, and said angrily, "I will never like a brat who robs me of candies!"

The first requirement of Edogawa Ranpo's mate selection: All the candies in the house belong to Ranpo-sama.

"What? Luanbu doesn't like me?" Zhizhi was full of astonishment, "Yesterday you used 'you are my favorite little sister, Zhizhi is the cutest child in the world' to cheat me out of three bags of fruit candy Who is the person?"

Man's mouth, liar ghost!

She should let Ranpo wear a turtle-armor-bound to pay a New Year's visit today!

Siblings, cats, cats and chickens pecked each other, you pecked and I pushed, Fukuzawa Yukichi instantly felt at ease.

Two elementary school chickens are gone, it's good that the backyard of the family didn't catch fire.

Edogawa got up and tidied up the messed up kimono by himself. He wanted to play goldfish rings and guess lantern riddles today, and he would hang out with the five children of Oda Sakunosuke's family all day long.

"Odasaku always walks on the road of raising children." Yukimi Mie glanced sympathetically at the red-haired man who was being walked around by five children and one older child.

Either bring Dazai Osamu or Edogawa Ranpo, remember to buy a childcare insurance in the new year, Odasaku.

"Should we go to worship and pray first as in previous years?" Osamu Dazai tucked his hands in his sleeves and stood beside Yukimi Mie.

He was wearing a sage-gray kimono with no extra decorations, and no matter how simple the clothes were, he could not conceal his natural aura.It was rare for Osamu Dazai to pull his forehead hair behind his ears, revealing a small piece of fair skin that one would want to kiss.

"The new hairstyle is very nice." Xuejian Weizhi praised without hesitation. She opened her hand and twirled in the breeze, asking expectantly, "Does my new kimono look good?"

Layers of white and pink staggered and smudged clothes are like cherry blossoms that fade from fading to thick, blooming in spring colors in the winter season, and the fine golden bells sway with a sound, like a maiden dancing under the dome in an ancient shrine.

Yukimi Mie took off the gauze from her left eye, the clear and coquettish pupils reflected the flowing clouds in the sky, the young and beautiful girl attracted the gazes of many passers-by, but her expectant eyes only looked at one person.

"Pretty." Osamu Dazai said softly, "Zhizhi is the most beautiful girl today."

She seems to be asking about kimonos?Xuejian Weizhi lowered his head and tugged at his sleeves.Osamu Dazai's taste is well-recognized in the detective agency. Girls don't allow other men to judge their taste when they go shopping, but they are willing to listen to Osamu Dazai's opinion.

"The kimono is also pretty." Osamu Dazai added, "It suits you very well."

The saying that people rely on clothes is only for people who need beautiful clothes to set off. A good-looking person who wears a sack and walks on the street is also the most beautiful boy in Yokohama.As long as the clothes don't insult the god-given face, they can be called excellent, so why is it worth mentioning alone?

The New Year's worship line is as long as a hanging ribbon. Most of the members of the detective agency choose to go to the temple fair during the day, and wait in line when there are few people looking for.

Yukimi Mie and Osamu Dazai stood at the end of the line. She was obsessed with praying first before talking about other things. Osamu Dazai didn't care where he went, and waited patiently with her for the long line to move.

"What wish does Zhijun want to make in the new year?" Xuejian Weizhi slowly moved forward with the crowd.There were too many people around, Osamu Dazai's shoulders were touching her arms, and the cold scent of the young man's body was clearly audible in the stale air.

"It's the same as in previous years." Osamu Dazai blocked Yukimi Mie from the crowd, opening a small gap for her to avoid being squeezed.

The light and sweet fragrance in the girl's hair is like a cup of jasmine tea in a transparent container. Small white flowers float on the light blue water, and the red dragonfly briefly skims over the water and stays on the edge of the glass cut surface.

She stayed quietly in a small space that Osamu Dazai created for her, and there were crowds in all directions. From Osamu Dazai's view, she could see Mie Yukimi's blood-stained lips and the nape of her neck that was rarely exposed in the air. .

He is very obedient and obedient, as if he will listen to everything.

Osamu Dazai clearly knew that this was just an illusion.

Xuejian Weizhi stays obediently in his arms not because she is afraid of the crowds or the scrutiny of strangers, but because there are too many people here, and she needs [Disqualification in the World] to tie her tyrannical power again. Put on the shackles.

No one has ever been able to keep her in a protective net.She is a monster living in the crowd, carefully restraining her instincts in the excitement of the New Year, and sharing a day of prayer with fragile humans.

Even knowing this, the illusion of keeping little monsters in captivity is still dizzying.

Through the thin kimono fabric, the soft body gently touches the body temperature of another person, creating an illusion like a hug.

"Same as in previous years?" Xuejian Weizhi raised her head, she was half a head shorter than Osamu Dazai, and she could only see the slightly tensed jaw of the young man.

"Are you hoping to find a refreshing and energetic self-shaking way again?" Zhizhi said distressedly, "Even a god would be bald because of such a wish."

"Master Shenming listens to so many people's wishes every day, and I will definitely forget some wishes. I keep making wishes because I hope that one day I can be heard by Him." Osamu Dazai shrugged, "Maybe this year my Wishes will come true.”

"Do gods have to draw lots to fulfill their wishes?" Zhi Zhi rubbed his chin, "The chieftain shed tears, what's the difference between this and expecting to draw an SSR in ten consecutive rounds? Forget about the days when dreams are shattered."

"Where's Zhizhi?" Osamu Dazai asked, "What wish do you want to make this year?"

"It's the same as in previous years." Xuejian Weizhi blinked slyly, "I still won't tell you."

"It's so cunning..." Osamu Dazai complained, "Obviously my wish is known."

"It won't work if you say it." The little girl took it for granted, "Jun Zhi will be smarter next time. My wish has been fulfilled every year."

"That's a matter of course." Osamu Dazai patted Zhizhi on the head, "Master Shenming likes you more than anyone else."

Yukimi Mie laughed, her pupils of different colors shining brightly in the sunlight.Different pupils have always been considered an ominous symbol, but no one who sees her will feel that the gods do not favor this child.

The long line finally came to an end, Yukimi Mie scooped up water with a wooden ladle to wash his hands, pulled the rope and rang the bell.

In the clear and distant bell, she clasped her hands together.

There is a reason why Zhijun’s wish would not be fulfilled, Zhizhi thought, not because he was too dark to smuggle to Europe, nor because he revealed his wish.

It's because God likes Zhizhi more than anyone else.

"In the new year, I hope it will be the same as every previous year: everyone is safe and healthy, and spend every day of life hard and happily."

She closed her eyes and prayed earnestly.

The exhaled white mist dissipated under the vermilion torii gate, Dazai Osamu put his hands in his pockets, and his kite-colored pupils looked indifferently at the ancient statues in the shrine.

The priest standing guard near the shrine still remembers this guest who lined up early every year but never asked for a wish.

That face alone is hard to forget, there is no trace of respect for the gods on him, washing hands and ringing the bell are just like a boring procedure, only the eyes that look sideways at the girl beside him are focused and gentle.

A smile melted in the gloomy and indifferent eyes, the priest opened his eyes after seeing the black-haired girl earnestly praying, the handsome young man hooked his thin lips, and said in a coquettish tone: "Zhizhi, really Can't you tell me what I wished for?"

"No, cheating is prohibited." Zhizhi crossed her arms and made a big X, she rolled her eyes, "Has Zhijun made his wish?"

"I promise." Osamu Dazai said kindly, "I hope to find a beautiful lady who is willing to die in love with me this year."

Hmph, then your wish will definitely not come true, Yukimi Mie hummed briskly.

When desires conflict, the final victory definitely belongs to Zhizhi!

"I'm going to buy apple candy." Xuejian Weizhi heaved a long sigh of relief after walking out of the crowded shrine. She glanced at the time, "Will the fireworks bloom at midnight tonight?"

"Yes." Osamu Dazai said, "It's like this every year, even the period of the Dragon Head War has not been delayed."

"I didn't choose the location last year." The little girl wrinkled her nose and complained, "Zhi-kun, where is the best place to watch fireworks in Yokohama?"

"Hmm..." Dazai Osamu's eyes wandered for a moment, and he said with rare hesitation, "I know a place with a great view."

"Really?" Xuejian Weizhi shook his arm expectantly, "Let's go, let's go."

"There," Osamu Dazai pointed to the five towering buildings in the distance, "Port Mafia, the rooftop on the top floor of the chief's office."