Mr. Oda and his friends

"Oda-kun, I'm sorry to ask you to come to the scene at this time."

Ango Sakaguchi looked like he was about to die suddenly, and while holding a cup of steaming drink, he rubbed his temples and stepped forward: "It's really rumored these days..."

He glanced at Rihe, hesitated for a moment and continued: "There are some bad rumors in the market, which have disturbed the major organizations in Yokohama. The Supernatural Secret Service Division has been off work for more than 48 hours in order to deal with various sudden violence cases. The Metropolitan Police Department It’s basically running at full capacity.”

If it weren't for these reasons, the government would not have mobilized non-governmental forces to participate in the preliminary investigation of the case in such a hurry.

"Well, I heard something about it recently."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded.

Every month, the detective agency will mysteriously disappear the funds recorded in the "administrative expenses".Thanks to these "local snakes" who hide in the streets and alleys of Yokohama, the armed detective agency can keep an eye no matter day or night.

You can't inquire about other people's intelligence network casually. Ango Sakaguchi knew this well, and he handed the hot drink in his hand to the little girl: "Hiyo probably hasn't seen the scene, don't let her go to the front."

Speaking of which, the young man who was gradually making his mark in the political arena stood up straight and looked around: "Where is Ms. Tsujimura?"

Soon someone came over and bowed his head to report: "There is something wrong with the cooperation with the Metropolitan Police Department. Ms. Tsujimura just went over there."

Infighting between different departments is also an old traditional skill of the government's administrative agencies. Ango Sakaguchi didn't want to say anything bad in front of the "children", so he just raised his chin: "Then you stay here and take care of Xiao Hiyori, She is a very important clerk of the Armed Detective Agency. No matter what request she has, try to meet her, rest assured, Hiyori is not a willful bad boy."

"Yes, Mr. Sakaguchi."

Between the two tasks of accompanying a cute girl and recording the belongings of the deceased, everyone knows what to choose.

"Come with me, I'll take you straight to the center of the explosion."

After arranging the day and peace, Sakaguchi Ango signaled Oda Sakunosuke to follow: "It's a bit dangerous, pay attention to your feet and surroundings."

"Hiyo, wait for me here."

Oda Sakunosuke was not at ease, and added: "Don't leave with strangers, I will come back as soon as possible."

With Edogawa Ranpo around, it shouldn't take too long to complete the investigation of the superhuman.

"Yeah, don't go."

Hiyori looked left and right, found an open space and squatted down, hugged his knees tightly and curled up into a small ball: "I'm waiting here for Sakaku's help."

When they left, the young man who took care of Rihe moved a small stool for her: "I'm sorry, the conditions are a bit rough, can I trouble Rihe to be patient for a while? It's too conspicuous to be watched by journalists. Not a good thing for you."

Mr. Sakaguchi personally wants to "meet any requirements" of the child, how dare he neglect as an ordinary employee, he will naturally consider everything for her.He didn't know that this child was a good-natured baby who couldn't be more talkative, as long as he was the one left behind by Mr. Sakaguchi and Mr. Oda, she would never refuse the arrangement he made.

The temperature of the hot drink in his hand gradually decreased, and Hiyori took a long gulp through the straw.

The milk tea with no sweet taste is not delicious at all, but it can effectively resist the coolness brought by the sea breeze at night.

Behind the ambulance and police car on standby, she saw countless young people in red protective clothing carrying or carrying the wounded outside.Some were crying loudly, some were panicked, some were bewildered, and some had their eyes closed.

"Ugh……"

The young man who left behind the guard let out a long sigh.

In any case, these people are still lucky to be alive, and there are many more people who can only lie on the cold concrete floor with blank sheets...waiting to be checked.

It only took a moment for the explosion to happen, but the crying of countless families did not know how long it would last.

Miyata Hiyori was holding the plastic cup, sipping on the drink with his cheeks bulging, with a calm and serene expression, as if he was in a shaded garden.The spiritual power gently touched the devastated ruins, and the user could not actively control their flow, nor did he want to control it.

"Um……"

She lowered her teacup and listened, then suddenly sat up straight and turned to look at the wreckage left by the collapsed building: "It seems that someone is calling for help?"

When a person's desire is strong enough to a certain extent, the gods will cast their gaze.As the only person in the audience who could relate to the "God", Hiyori got up subconsciously and raised her feet forward.

The young man who stayed behind hastily stepped forward to stop him: "Miss Rihe?"

"Ah, sorry."

She answered him in a trance: "Someone is praying, I heard it."

"Feel sorry?"

The rescue team was busy going back and forth, and the noise, although not deafening, was absolutely impossible for anyone to hear a small call for help.

The youth did not give way: "No one called for help, probably you heard it wrong, do you want some sweets? Or play some music for you?"

This is just a child, and the detectives of the Armed Detective Agency are currently distributed in the core area of ​​the explosion to investigate and collect evidence, and no one can take care of her.As a collaborator, the Supernatural Secret Service Division is also an adult, and both emotionally and rationally should put the child's safety first.

The young man cleared his throat, turned his head and asked the busy nurse next to the ambulance for a blanket. Just as soon as he turned his head, a wisp of warm wind with the sound of late cherry blossoms "flew" in front of the tip of his nose, and the short little girl ran away. Only a small black dot remains.

"Miss Hiyori!"

He chased after him while calling Sakaguchi Ango.

What a brat, he ran around without looking at the environment!

The young man was so angry that he had to use the phone to force himself to climb over the obstacle so as not to be thrown away by the short-legged kid.

The signal at the scene of the explosion was extremely poor, and Mr. Sakaguchi couldn't get through on the phone no matter what.Reluctantly leaving a message to explain the situation, he hung up the phone and jumped off the stone pier with his hands on the deformed steel bar. The girl who was rushing inward was kneeling and looking down at the crack of the broken floor.

The hoarse cry of the baby lingered in my ears, and the young man's feet were so soft that he almost slipped his buttocks: "Miss Rihe, please stay here and don't move. I'll call for help. Don't move around, understand?"

She knelt on the dusty and dirty ground, her long hair fell between the bricks and stones with her body, and her purple eyes focused on the deep gap.

Is it a god?The heartless and ruthless Shenzi finally lowered his eyes of pity.

Putting away the useless brain supplements, he turned around and ran a few steps outside and shouted loudly: "Here is a child who is still alive and crying, come quickly!"

When the rescue team heard it, a dozen or so came up and said, "Where is it?"

Rihe Jingjing got up to get out of the way, and everyone thought of several ways, but they only moved the floor a dozen centimeters away—the baby’s voice was a little deep, the hole was a little small, and the wreckage of the building after the explosion was fragile. Other dangers arise, and no one wants to take the risk and take responsibility.

Maybe saving this child will harm other people who are still buried deep.

"Is there anyone? Is it okay to cooperate with the rescue?"

The loudspeaker yelled a few words, but there was no response under the gap.

Maybe this is an extremely lucky kid, maybe the person who gave this kid luck has been unable to respond...

"What should I do? This is too dangerous."

No one dared to say "give up", but no one dared to make a decision either.

In the face of disasters, human beings are so insignificant, so insignificant that they don't even have the courage to choose.

"Aren't you going to save her?"

The little girl spoke calmly, looking up at the embarrassed adult.Her big purple eyes are crystal clear, reflecting everyone's silhouette.

The young man opened his mouth to explain, but he couldn't make any sound.

It's not that not saving the baby is really a last resort—but facing such a pair of pure and innocent eyes, it's like being stared at by a god.

"I'm sorry, we can't help it. The cement board is thick and heavy. If you use mechanical violence to remove it at will, first, it will easily hurt the children below, and second, it may cause a second collapse. Other people left under the rubble will..."

The rescuers patiently explained the reason, and Hiyori nodded: "Understood, then let's do it this way."

Compared with more lives, her choice is easy and happy: "That's it, thank you."

Being forgiven so easily, the members of the rescue team felt even more uncomfortable than before, as if something hot and hot was stuck in their throats and could not come down.

If she was more agitated and aggressive, they might be able to comfort themselves that they are not understood, that they are the ones who have been wronged and criticized.

But this child, such an understatement, made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

To be abandoned by the gods, like an abandoned baby in the crevice.

"Try again, let's...try again!"

One of them swallowed hard and said, "Open the hole wider, and let a thin man get in."

Someone made a proposal, and naturally someone responded: "Yes, yes, there is always a way..."

The concrete floor was broken and moved away bit by bit while the baby was crying, and the top of the gap gradually widened, and it seemed that the space below was quite large.

In other words, there may be more than one survivor.

Some people took off their rescue suits and climbed down the hole with only a helmet on and a rope attached.It didn't take long for the rope to be pulled hard, and everyone immediately exerted their strength at the same time, and quickly pulled him up: "How is it, how is it?"

The man changed his appearance again, he took off his upper body clothes to wrap something around, and that "thing" was making a weeping sound.

"He's rescued!" The team member cried and laughed, and wiped his face with his hand, and the gray face immediately turned into a black face: "This child has no injuries at all."

The rescue team cheered collectively, and the youths of the Supernatural Secret Service Division happily raised their hands in celebration. Only Hiyori turned and walked out with his head bowed.

Yin and Yang are separated from each other and cannot be connected.

Your wish has come true.

There are more people under this messy ruins, and their wishes cannot be fulfilled even if the gods visit them in person.

Humans are such strange creatures, why are they so keen on hurting their own kind?

And... the "Kongchan" from generation to generation has no complaints or regrets and must protect it at all costs. What exactly is it?