A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

As an armed detective agency that is one of the cornerstones of Yokohama's three quarters concept, the strength of its members is unquestionable.

But they were a little confused about the task entrusted by the police station this time.

Now Yokohama is much calmer and safer than before, but it is undeniable that there are still many battles behind Yokohama.But those are all carried out in secret, and generally will not be exposed to the public to affect the lives of ordinary people.

But those who died recently are just ordinary people, and all of them died by accident.One or two are fine, but there is obviously something wrong with ordinary people who suddenly have a large number of accidental deaths.

After receiving the mission, the Armed Detective Agency sent its members to the scene to investigate, and found that the recent conditions of the deceased were consistent with the information, all of them were ordinary people, and they had no deep hatred with anyone, and even died suddenly, although it was a bit unexpected It is also acceptable and normal.

It seems that everything is just an accident, but they are supercilious.

"That's not it!" The axis of the detective agency, famous detective Edogawa Ranpo stared at the information in front of him with a firm tone.

"These people didn't die by accident, homicide, definitely homicide!"

Everyone in the Armed Detective Agency believed in his words.

Atsushi Nakajima, who has grown into a steady and reliable young man, even asked directly: "Then who is the murderer, Mr. Ranpo?"

"It's too much to kill at will! We must arrest the murderer!"

Everyone in the detective agency expressed their approval, and then looked expectantly at the young man in the detective costume.

Then I saw Edogawa Ranpo's gradually excited expression: "My intuition and some clues tell me that it was homicide, but I can't find any evidence of homicide. The murderer is a person with special abilities!"

After the words fell, there was the sound of the door being opened, everyone looked over, Kunikida Doppo clenched his fists with veins all over his head, "Dazai, you missed work again!"

The visitor walked in slowly, and retorted with a smile: "What skipping work, I just came back from work!"

Edogawa glanced at him randomly, and asked directly: "Dazai, what did you find?"

Osamu Dazai looked at him: "There are more people with supernatural powers in Yokohama."

In the evening, Oda Sakunosuke was walking home from get off work.

While waiting for the traffic light, I couldn't help being a little distracted.

He was thinking about today's case. The deceased were all ordinary people, which made him a little worried about the children.

The children he adopted are also ordinary people, and the perpetrator who committed the crime has not yet been arrested and brought to justice. He will tell the children to pay more attention to safety when they go back.

In a blink of an eye, the green light came on, Oda Sakunosuke regained his senses, and followed the crowd across the road.

It is now May, the days are getting longer, and the sky is still bright at five or six o'clock, but compared to the blazing heat at noon, the sunlight in the evening and the reddish sunset glow are more gorgeous.

Looking up at the road ahead, Oda Sakunosuke inadvertently saw a touch of pink on the tree, and his steps stopped suddenly.

Near the end of May, the cherry blossoms have long withered, and the pink color on the tree is naturally not a cherry blossom, but a silhouette.

The figure with his back to him was wearing a cherry pink shirt, leaning on a thin branch, swaying up and down with the breeze as if weightless, and the clothes and long black hair followed suit. flying.

The appearance that might fall from the branch at any time made people feel worried for the other party just looking at it.

However, Oda Sakunosuke looked around and saw pedestrians passing by in a hurry, with a natural expression, as if the people on the tree didn't exist at all.

Watching the pink figure on the branch continue to float, Oda Sakunosuke calmly took out his mobile phone, planning to send a message to Dazai first.

He seems to have found a suspect——

Perhaps because his gaze was too obvious, the figure on the branch suddenly turned around.

Oda Sakunosuke opened his eyes wide, with a rare surprise on his face, and was stunned for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, the pink color had disappeared from the branches swaying in the wind.

Oda Sakunosuke glanced around subconsciously, attracting strange gazes from passers-by, but he ignored them all, and finally looked fixedly at the already empty branch.

Immediately, he deleted the unsent message and made a phone call instead.

After a few beeps, a familiar frivolous voice came from the phone.

"Moses, this is the invincible and handsome president Gojo~"

Oda Sakunosuke asked directly: "Gojo, Yun-kun is awake already?"

The person on the other side seemed to be stunned: "...What did you say?

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the empty branch again, with a calm and steady tone: "Gojo, I saw Yun-kun."

One evening ten years ago, Oda Sakunosuke, who was off work from Hong Kong, picked up two teenagers who were about to go astray and a teenager who was in a coma with a high fever.

His unintentional act of kindness brought him good rewards.

A few days later, Oda Sakunosuke and his children who were abandoned together were rescued by the three boys.

Since then, there has been a living Oda Sakunosuke instead of a cold tombstone.

And those three people are Wutiaowu, Yunzhimeng and Xia Youjie.

Although ten years have passed, and he only got along with them for a short time at the time, Oda Sakunosuke still remembers the appearance of Cloud Weaving Dream.

Even Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie once sent him a photo of them with Yunzhimeng to show off their mutual friendship. In the end, the two of them fought over who had a better relationship with Yunzhimeng... Skip these , because of the photos, Oda Sakunosuke was still impressed with the appearance of Cloud Weaving Dreams.

He was undoubtedly a young man with outstanding looks. When he smiled gently, it was very contagious, and people couldn't help but want to laugh with him.

The children adopted by Oda Sakunosuke liked Yunmeng very much. After the other party left, the children were still muttering about missing Brother Yun for a long time. He had to reassure the children that we would see each other again in the future.

But Sakunosuke Oda didn't expect that the first farewell turned out to be a permanent farewell.

At that time, Oda Sakunosuke, who had just jumped to the Armed Detective Agency, received a call from Osamu Dazai, who had been laundered in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, telling him that he had found out the identities of Gojo Satoru and the others, saying that they were conjurers from the magic world. , and some latest news from the magic world.

The most popular among them is the death event of the super magician Yunmeng Weaving.

Osamu Dazai also taunted him and told him that the upper echelons of the magic world are very rotten, Yun Zhimeng's death is probably not easy, Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie gnawed at the upper echelons like crazy...

Oda Sakunosuke listened, unable to recover for a long time.

Osamu Dazai on the opposite side didn't intend to ask him to answer either. After talking on his own, he thoughtfully sent him the contact information of Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie.

Oda Sakunosuke called them immediately, and after some mutual recognition and explanation, he got different news from Dazai Osamu.

They said that Zhimeng is not dead, it's just that there was an accident and he hasn't woken up yet, but he will wake up soon.

Oda Sakunosuke is trustworthy.

This letter is ten years.

Ten years have passed by in a hurry, but when you think about it carefully, it is so long.

The latest news in the world of spells has changed again and again, but almost all of the things related to Cloud Weaving Dream are cryptic and euphemistic remarks about the other party's death and pity.

But the real master mentioned in the news did not reply at all, as if he had already died as those people said.

Even Ango Sakaguchi, who had listened to Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie chatting about their best friends for ten years, began to doubt whether the person who had never appeared was really alive, but Oda Sakunosuke always believed that Yunzhimeng was still alive.

After all, even Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie have persisted until now, so how could he, who is trusted by them, pour cold water on them?

However, at this time, at this place, the person with the face of weaving dreams in the clouds, who is not sure if it is real or not... What kind of conspiracy is it?

Oda Sakunosuke hung up the phone, thinking that Gojo Satoru had just told him that Zhimeng hadn't woken up, and if he woke up, he would know the answer as soon as possible, so he hurried home.

Yokohama is going to be in chaos again.

When receiving the news, Gojo Satoru, who hung up the phone, skipped work and went home, heading straight for the room where Zhimeng was placed.

Through the long corridors and the barriers set up, Gojo realized the deepest and safest room.

The illuminated incantations were hung high on the ceiling, and the crystal coffin below was illuminated crystal clear. Even the eyelashes of the sleeping person in the coffin were clearly visible.

Mingming walked like flying when he came, but when he reached the door, his pace slowed down.

As if he was afraid of startling the people in the coffin, Gojo Wu walked to the crystal coffin lightly and slowly, but the playful smiling faces he used to face others were all gone.

The white-haired young man put the blindfold on his head, looked down at the person in the coffin quietly for a moment, then squatted down, the tall young man shrunk himself into an aggrieved ball, and just lay on the crystal coffin .

His face was pressed against the transparent coffin, his blue eyes stared at the ruddy and peaceful face of the young man inside the coffin without blinking, and the grievance flooded into his heart in an instant and stained his face.

"Zhimeng, why are you still awake?"

The silver eyelashes trembled, and those beautiful blue eyes were immediately covered with a layer of water.

The young man was like a cat that hadn't eaten the dried fish, staring at the sleeping boy in the coffin pitifully, muttering and complaining.

"I've been preparing your birthday present for ten years, but you got up and unwrapped it before going to bed!"

"Other people's good friends go to work and drink together every day, and I don't want you to drink with me, at least get up and go to work with me!"

The white-haired young man gently rubbed against the face of the coffin, as if rubbing against the face of the boy inside the coffin through the face of the coffin, nostalgic for the softness and joy he felt when he did this.

But the cold coffin face does not allow him to immerse himself in the beautiful past, and always reminds him of the cruel reality.

"I'm amazing now, and I'm everyone's boss. But I'm also so tired, I want Zhimeng to hug me and help me work together..."

"Weaving dreams... I miss you."

"When will you wake up..."

Zhimeng, who was about to visit his laboratory after receiving an invitation from the real person, sneezed suddenly.

The real person who led the way was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhimeng rubbed his nose, felt a sudden surge of curse power in his body, and said with some uncertainty: "Probably, who is cursing me behind my back?"

Immediately, the real person understood: "It seems Zhimeng has been having a lot of fun recently."

Zhimeng smiled: "The people in Yokohama are very interesting, and I watched a lot of interesting shows."

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This power injected into my body... who is cursing me?