After becoming a chaotic daughter

Sigma is a psychic.

He has an ability that is very suitable for crimes. He can exchange "the information he wants to know most" with "the information the other party wants to know the most", stealing the key from a person's brain quietly. intelligence.Because of this very "convenient" ability, in the past three years since he remembered, anyone who knew his ability was either using his ability to steal information, or was planning to use his ability to steal information. information on the way.

Regardless of the group of human traffickers who picked him up in the desert, or Dostoevsky who is planning to overthrow the entire world, no matter how great their intelligence, action ability, ideological realm, and method of using Sigma are They are different, but in essence, what they let Sigma do is actually the same.

— Nothing more than letting him steal information from someone and then use that information to plan a crime.

The criminal organization that Sigma is in today is called "Five Decays of Heaven and Man", which means five signs of weakness that "heaven and man" in Buddhism will produce before they die: filth on clean clothes, hair on their heads Huaguan is sluggish, sweat is flowing from the dry armpits, the body emits the stench of decay, and the last point is "not happy with this seat", not satisfied with the original position.

The structure of the organization is very streamlined, leaving aside the "bad fish" at the bottom, there are only five members in total who can be considered high-ranking members.

The founder's codename is "Shenwei", whose real identity is unknown. Like another (obviously coerced) member Bram, he rarely appears in the base. The most common colleague of Sigma is Dostoevsky , Most of the affairs in the organization are arranged by him. In addition, there is a member named Gogol who is far away in Japan and only lives in emails and cell phone calls.

A bulk organization, a complete bulk organization, Sigma has been a member for a year, and he has never seen a day when the base has gathered enough people. From top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, the entire organization reveals an aura of going bankrupt at any time.

This depressed atmosphere is so strong that when Dostoyevsky suddenly called one day and told him to go to Japan to gather to "make a big ticket", Sigma's first reaction was not to want to get dirty. The repulsion of life, but the feeling of "ah? So the organization hasn't closed down yet?" - after all, he has practiced with a few miscellaneous fish members for three months in a small cabin in West Siberia. This kind of gambling skills, he has already made preparations for him to sneak away to find a casino to work after the organization collapses.

The casino is good, at least there is no need to do such things as murder, arson, looting and collecting corpses. He feels that he is quite talented in playing cards. After three months, several members of the miscellaneous fish have lost to him even next year's salary.

But it is a pity that there seems to be no sign of bankruptcy in the short term. The evidence is that Tosi directly paid him [-] U.S. dollars as travel expenses, telling him to come to Japan to work in a hurry.

In a shabby underground base in Yokohama, Japan—I don’t know why, Tosi seems to be very fond of this kind of base that digs holes in the ground like a mouse—Sigma finally met his colleague who only lives in a mobile phone, whose full name is Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol's Russian boy, who grew up in Yokohama, speaks very smooth Japanese, and can play two roles alone to support a comic.

Sigma, who is still a bit stuttering in Japanese, with Gogol's "kind help", his oral English has improved rapidly in just two months, from being difficult to ask for directions to being able to deal with it freely Picking up a conversation with the opposite sex—but then he found out that it seemed better to pretend he didn't know Japanese at such a time.

In all honesty, although Gogol talks a little more, likes pranks a little more, his supernatural powers are a little too scary, and he is a little elusive, but compared to the devil Dosi, who looks like a good person who is understating the murder with a knife, and Every time we meet, he exudes a terrifying aura that makes people palpitate, and Bram, who is a vampire but only has a talking head, Gogol is simply the most normal colleague in the organization. .

He is young and always smiling. Every time he comes to the base, he will bring some small gifts. Like a child, he loves to play pranks on him. He has a young face that still has a little childishness. Sigma does his homework for him—what a normal colleague!

——Until Sigma knew that Gogol was a child raised by a detective agency.

Holding the ["How to Destroy the Detective Agency" Operation Plan [-]] brought by Gogol from Dosna, Sigma just casually asked a few words about the detective agency's information, but found that he was sitting on the table with his legs crossed in front of him. Gogol, who knows everything about the detective agency, even the trivial things like "Dazai Osamu was blocked by two women in the coffee shop and threw Kunikida out" yesterday. Chu.

Facing Gogol, who was too clear about the affairs of the detective agency, Sigma tentatively guessed: "Did Tosi ask you to monitor the detective agency?"

"No, because I stay at the detective agency, so I know everything about the detective agency clearly." Gogol replied with a smile after taking a sip of tea.

"...Undercover?" Combined with Gogol's sudden ah, Sigma reasonably guessed.

"Hmm," Gogol seemed to think for a while, and then answered him: "Although it seems to be true, it doesn't seem to be true. After all, the main job of an undercover agent should be to steal information from the other party's organization, but what about detectives? All the information about the detective agency was investigated by Tosi himself, and I have not provided any information about the detective agency."

"...?" Sigma looked at Gogol suspiciously, and frowned his slender eyebrows, feeling that his words were strange.

Gogol's golden eyes were bent into crescents, he tilted his head slightly to one side, and the soft, fluffy white hair on the side of his face shook slightly.

"I was raised by a detective agency—if I have to say it, that's the relationship."

He answered Sigma in a nonchalant tone.

"...What?" For a brief second, Sigma couldn't even understand what Gogol said.

Although it is said that during the year he joined the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, he always worked hard to downplay the awareness of "this is a heinous criminal organization" and let himself not think about it.

Whether it is hypocrisy or self-evasion, he rarely mentions "what is the next action", "who is going to attack again", "how many people will die because of this action" and so on talk.He didn't want to do those things himself, but he knew that his use value was just that. Once he lost his use value, Tosi would kill him indifferently in the next second.Fortunately, he still has uses, so most of the time, Tosi just arranged for him to undergo various trainings, and occasionally used his abilities to steal some information back. So far, he has never needed him to really hurt anyone. .

But that doesn't mean he doesn't know what the Five Decays of Heaven and Man are doing.

He is very clear, it can be said that he is very clear, what these criminals are planning is not some common crime such as petty theft, human trafficking, or simple murder and robbery, but - to overthrow the whole world, behavior of this magnitude.

In contrast, killing a few people seems insignificant, just a "little stone" kicked away on the way to the goal.

The "destruction of the armed detective agency" that Tosi said was not simply to "close down" or "bankrupt" a club, but to kill all the employees and related persons in the detective agency.

Gogol couldn't possibly be hostile to the armed detective agency that had raised him - Sigma's intuition told him that in an instant.

Gogol is in good health and neatly dressed. It can be seen that the detective agency has never treated him badly materially. Moreover, he is literate and has a certain literary quality. He does things very freely and has to "do homework". He would not treat him mentally coldly, just like raising an ordinary child, and raised him up.

Sigma couldn't think of the reason why Gogol wanted to assist Tosi. No matter how he thought about it, Gogol had no reason to help Tosi to deal with the detective agency.

"Why, why—" He was so surprised that he even stuttered, and asked Gogol in surprise, "...you want to help Tuosi deal with the detective agency instead?"

"Why not?" Gogol smiled at him and asked him back.

Sigma was silent for a moment, not answering his rhetorical question.

The detective agency raised him and gave him a home—obviously, he must have been adopted by the detective agency—in that case, shouldn’t it be a matter of course to protect the detective agency and protect his own home?Why...why would they help the enemy to destroy the detective agency?

"...Why——help the enemy to destroy the detective agency?"

The young and cheerful voice came to Sigma's ears.

Sigma was startled, realizing that Gogol had read out the question in his mind, his lead gray pupils constricted for a moment, and looked at Gogol who was sitting leisurely on the table.

The smile on Gogol's face didn't even change the arc at all. On the young man's childish face, there was an expression similar to pity, as if separated by a layer of hazy and light mist, it became ambiguous and blurred , making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

"Do you think so, Sigma?" Gogol met his eyes and asked, his tone as light as the petals falling from the treetops in spring.

"..."

Some kind of uneasiness rising slowly from the bottom of his heart made Sigma swallow subconsciously, his Adam's apple moved, but he didn't speak.

The room was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly Gogol's loud laughter resounded.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha--"

As if pleased by Sigma's frightened and vigilant expression, Gogol laughed loudly. The laughter lasted for more than ten seconds before finally stopping. He jumped off the table with his face on his face. With a big smile.

"Among the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, I really like you, Sigma, the most! Although Tosi is very smart and can understand me, but he is a little too boring-if he is not frightened at all, it is too boring! So- ——In that case, let me tell you the reason.”

He took a step forward, took two steps forward, stood in front of Sigma who was sitting on the chair, and then bent down so that his eyes were almost at eye level with Sigma.

Gogol raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and put his fingertips on his forehead,

"—Because the detective agency 'domesticated' me."

He replied, the golden pupils were slightly bent, and the inorganic pupils were like two cold gems, without any temperature.

"Have you ever seen an animal trainer tame an animal?" Gogol asked Sigma, as if telling a story, and said slowly, "Use a whip to let the animals remember this pain from childhood, So when I grow up, I also take it for granted that I should obey orders and be locked in a cage. This is a low-level and effective domestication method, but if you want to use this method to domesticate people, you have higher intelligence than ordinary animals. When a person grows up, it is easy to realize that he was born in a cage and chains."

"...So?" Sitting stiffly on the chair, Sigma heard his own dry voice, like a dead branch drained of moisture.

The smile on Gogol's face deepened slightly.

"Therefore, there is a more subtle method of domestication that is unnoticed by countless domesticated people. In this world, there are billions of human beings who are 'domesticated' in this way without knowing it. , lived happily in the cage, until the moment of death without realizing it.”

"Have you ever seen domesticated pigeons?" He used the same beginning as before, but said something completely different, "Pigeon trainers will release the pigeons from their cages every day and let them go out to let the wind out. If the pigeons want to escape, at this time, they can easily escape with a wave of their wings, and it is impossible for a pigeon trainer without wings to catch it."

"But why do so few carrier pigeons fly away?"

he asked, but without waiting for Sigma to think of an answer, he answered the question himself.

"—Because no carrier pigeon will feel that he is locked in a cage."

Gogol said slowly.

"For tamed homing pigeons, the loft is a 'home', with food and a warm place to live. It is a 'home' where they can rest safely on cold nights or rainy days. Pigeon trainers are not 'tame' Their people, but the 'family' who guard them."

"You mean, you are the 'carrier pigeon', and the detective agency is the 'pigeon trainer'?" Sigma understood his metaphor, but she just couldn't understand what the boy in front of her was thinking. Can humans and pigeons be compared together?

Gogol didn't answer his question directly, but stood up straight, pulled a chair from the side, and sat down opposite Sigma.

"When I was young," Gogol continued, seated, "an illegal underground laboratory tried to 'domesticate' me with violence and lies, trying to make me think that all the human experiments I went through were normal. , The world is like this. This is such a superficial and stupid trap, even a five-year-old child can see it, so I can clearly judge that I am in an airtight 'birdcage'. And after that, I came to the detective agency."

"Different from the laboratory, what the detective agency used to 'train' me was emotion, morality and law, just like pigeon trainers used food, dovecotes and whistles to train pigeons. They taught me knowledge and morality, let me I have ordinary morals and guilt like any ordinary person."

"You can't steal, you can't kill people at will, protect your companions, stop people who are doing evil... things like that, even if you don't specifically say it," Gogol raised his hand and tapped his temple with a smile, "it has already subtly It's all etched into my brain."

——“Therefore, I am a normal person.”

And so he came to a conclusion.

"There are people I like and people I don't like. There are things I would be happy to do, and there are things that my brain will send out resistance signals when I see it. I have [common sense] that any ordinary person has." Gogol He said unhurriedly, but looked up at Sigma again, and asked him a question, "But, what is the so-called [common sense], Sigma?"

"Is it knowledge from books? Is it knowledge that everyone should know? But in fact, the common sense in people's eyes is just 'the common sense they think is common sense'. The criminals in the underground world think that killing those who hinder them People are common sense, and ordinary people living in ordinary society think that it is common sense not to kill people. These are their "experiences" telling them what to do at this time. The so-called common sense hijacks their brains and drives them to do Take action."

"... People only call what they have experienced and recorded in their brains common sense." Gogol slowed down his speech, as if he was reciting a poem, "Something you have done with your own hands, learn No matter what, it is at least something that this person has 'experienced' before."

He paused for half a second imperceptibly, and the words spit out of his mouth suddenly changed again: "——but Sigma, you were born in this world three years ago, at the moment you were born, your mind What about the "common sense" that appears in the book?"

Gogol said a lot of words, and these words were all squeezed into Sigma's mind, making Sigma feel that his brain was in a mess.He didn't know how the topic suddenly jumped from "Why did Gogol deal with the detective agency" to himself.

Sigma realized that he was wrong, terribly wrong, there is no normal person in this organization, and Gogol is also a lunatic, but he looks very harmless-and this harmless appearance is exactly what he wants What the destroyed detective agency gave him.

The instinct of self-preservation allowed Sigma to avoid answering Gogol's last question. He just tried his best to support his body and sat in place, pulling a thread randomly in a mess of thoughts, and told Gogol asked:

"The detective agency 'domesticated' you, so you want to destroy the detective agency, break away from the 'domestication' of the detective agency, and get free."

"No." Gogol was still smiling, with a completely harmless appearance, but Sigma tensed every nerve at this time, just like when he faced Dostoyevsky, as if he had made the next move. His throat could be cut in seconds.

"Not to be free from the tame of the detective agency, but to be free from the tamed 'brainwashing', from the 'common sense' imprinted deep in my brain."

Gogol corrected Sigma's words very eloquently. The beautiful silver-white three-strand braid hung from his shoulders to the front of his body, and the pair of golden eyes were bent. It was only at this moment that Sigma suddenly realized that Gogol's eyes on both sides There is a slight difference between the pupils, the details that have never been noticed before, but after they are noticed, they suddenly appear abrupt, which makes people feel weird.

"But before that." Gogol finally said, "Sigma, I need to borrow your ability to help me confirm some things."

*******

In Yokohama in mid-September, the afternoon sun was still slightly sultry.

Standing in the corner of the street, Sigma was wearing a light-colored casual sportswear, the zipper of the hooded cardigan was pulled up to the highest point, the eye-catching long hair of a different color was hidden in the coat, and he put on a baseball cap, and then Put on the hood of the coat, and it will not be noticed at all.

The fabric of the clothes is very light, but in this weather, he was still covered with a thin layer of sweat, especially with a bunch of long hair tied behind his neck.Sigma stood in the shadow of the corner, watched Gogol leave the bench for passers-by to rest, stood there for a while, and finally made up his mind and walked towards the girl sitting on the bench .

"Hello."

Stopping by the bench, a smile appeared on the young man's beautiful face.

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