The Holy Grail of Self-discipline Xiawuren

After a night of hypocritical adult socializing with friends in the only chat group on the only software on the phone, I finally managed to figure out the relationship between me and them before amnesia.

That's okay.

Yes, it just doesn't matter, because everyone has never met in real life.

According to an intelligence dealer named Gan Le in the group, they all picked up an unattended mobile phone in the trash can one day, and met everyone in the group through the software on the mobile phone.

Originally, he thought it was some enemy's prank, and spent time investigating it, only to find that what the phone was connected to was not the real world, but a different world in urban legend.

Gan Le's testimony was echoed by the others.

Natural rolls are all good people: I sold such a special mobile phone, but no one wanted to buy it. I really don’t know the goods, have no eyes, and waste my kindness and time.

No, it is a bit too much to sell a mobile phone whose owner has not been identified.

Good brother: Well, maybe it's because the people you're looking for are relatively poor.

Don't go along with this kind of impolite behavior. After all, why did I suddenly take the job of complaining?Is this the disadvantage of using No.1 as a narrative?

Natural rolls are all good people: how expensive is only 10 yuan.

This is indeed a bit low.

Good brother: I plan to quote 300 billion, no, 500 billion is better, and I need to do three things for me.

Where are these prices? The inflation is too high.

Blood Rose of Immortality: It's just a mobile phone, but it doesn't have to be.

You're right, it's just a mobile phone, and the special thing is that it's a person who can connect to another world.

Detective Zuowen: Isn't the reason why it can't be sold because only a few of us can use it?

It turned out to be the reason. No wonder I felt safe before I lost my memory and handed over my phone to someone else for safekeeping.

007: After all, it is connected to another world. Although it can only be used for ordinary communication, it will cause inconvenience to us if it is widely circulated.

Detective Zuowen: That's right.

Immortal Blood Rose: I don't have any worries about this.

Gan Le: If it can be mass-produced, it will definitely cause interesting reactions among humans.

Humanity?It's like you're not human.

Good Brother: There is no way to mass-produce.

So you have tried it?My group of friends are all crouching dragons and phoenixes.

Natural papers are all good people: how can you repair them, you hateful rich people.

Rich people are indeed hateful, I occasionally want to experience the life of rich people, and try food other than half-price bento.

The ensuing chat was about how natural rolls are all good guys flirting about the lavish lifestyle of the evil rich, mixed with 'why was mayonnaise invented? ', 'Tax thieves once again bombard innocent people who have no power to restrain their chickens in the street', 'How to save a penguin with legs caught between a man/wife and soba noodles' These weird topics.

The third question seriously aroused the curiosity of the group of friends, and they all came up with plans to help the good people of natural rolls to save the penguins with hairy legs.

This allowed me to get away from the topic of '007 lost his memory because of love and hatred'. Sure enough, the natural rolls are all good people.

I didn't want to discuss the hairy penguins. I looked up and found that the sky outside the window had begun to dim.

Did I spend the whole night blowing water with someone?Shock.

Fortunately, Alice needs enough sleep as a child, so I was lucky enough to get a two-hour rest period. Before my consciousness completely fell into darkness, I felt that there was an extra layer of soft cloth with warmth on my body.

Since I felt no danger, I let my consciousness sink to the bottom of the ocean.

Two hours later, what woke me up was the smell of sweet bread and milk. When I opened my eyes, I sat up from the sofa, and the clean thin quilt fell from my body under the influence of gravity.

Looking at the food on the table not far away, I swallowed and said from the bottom of my heart, 'It's great to bring Alice back'.

After finishing my breakfast, I, having nothing to do, decided to take the lost little girl to the Metropolitan Police Department to find her relatives.

To no avail, because the Metropolitan Police Department was bombed.

Frustrated by the physical effects, I lead Alice past a young man in a long black coat, dismayed.

It's still summer and he's actually wearing autumn clothes. Could it be that he's not fit enough?Highlighted hair looks pretty trendy though.Looking at the airtightly wrapped young man, I sighed.

Later, after experiencing bag snatching in the street, mafia arresting traitors, and an attack on the pier, I finally realized that wandering outside at will is a very dangerous thing, so I took Alice and hid in a roadside coffee shop.

"Yokohama is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

The clerk who was amused by my words smiled and put the black coffee on the table.

"Actually, law and order are usually considered good. Recently, there will be some confusion mainly because a group of foreigners came, but fortunately, it has been resolved."

The clerk explained.

"Could it be related to the dock?"

Recalling the unusually huge wreck of the 'white whale' I saw at the pier not long ago, I picked up the coffee and put it in my mouth. I am sleep-deprived and now I urgently need refreshing liquid.

The clerk nodded worriedly, and the next moment cheered up and smiled.

"But now it has been resolved, you don't have to worry about it."

After serving what we ordered, the lady clerk bowed politely and left.

Sure enough, he is still a child, and he should eat more when he is growing up.Seeing Alice happily eating the cake, I pushed my share over.

"Master Ranpo also wants to eat cake."

Suddenly, a head wearing a brown beret appeared beside the table, and a young man with a childlike face stared sadly at the cake I pushed halfway.

……

Because the other party's gaze was too sad, I finally troubled the clerk again to order two of the same cake.

"She can eat two cakes, so Master Ranbu also wants two!"

That's why there are two extra servings of cake and a glass of milk on the table.

I continued to drink my black coffee, and occasional passers-by scattered the light and shadow by the window.

"Such a bitter thing, why can you drink it?"

A young man with a white mark around his mouth squinted at me.

"Probably because I didn't get enough sleep."

"Of course Lord Luanbu knows about this matter. What I'm talking about is why you have a meaningless conversation with others, which leads to a waste of time all night."

He scolded me severely.

It turned out to be this, I put down the glass.

"Not wasting time."

I retorted that I did collect a lot of information when I was chatting with my friends from another world.

"You're wasting your time."

The young man who called himself Ranbu turned his head dissatisfied.

"You don't care about that information at all."

Now I was really surprised, I didn't expect to be seen through to this extent.

To be honest, I really don't care about the information collected through chat groups, even if they are really useful, but I am a person with amnesia, and I really don't want to get involved in worldly affairs. Collecting information is just doing nothing to pass the time.

"You really are a good detective."

I exclaimed.

"Of course, Ranpo-sama is the number one detective in Japan, no, the number one detective in the world!"

He cocked his tail proudly.

"But you are really strange, Mr. Ranbu can't see through your origin and identity."

Ranpo frowned with black-rimmed eyes on the bridge of his nose.

Of course, I can't see through myself.

"Forget it, anyway, someone will come to you soon."

After throwing out a sentence that seemed like a joke, he took advantage of the time when I was in a daze, and asked the clerk to help him pack several small cakes, and after hanging the bill on my head, he slipped away with a full stomach .

Fortunately, I brought a wallet with me when I went out today, and I silently handed the cash to the shop assistant who was smiling kindly.

I lost a sum of money, and my original plan was to eat a limited-edition hamburger. I changed the plan in distress, and Alice, who was holding a crepe, sat obediently beside me, waiting for the final decision.

"Is it okay to go to Jutang to eat tofu, Alice?"

The little girl with silver pink hair had no objection.

The process of going to the Orange Hall went smoothly, the three of us sat quietly in the Orange Hall and waited for the waiter to serve the food.

Yes, three people.

Because on the way, I picked up a man with silver-white hair, to be precise, I was forced to pick it up.

The scene at that time was like this, Alice and I confirmed the location of lunch, because it was close to noon, we simply set off from the square to Orange Hall, and then met the third person in the waiting group.

The first reaction of the tall man with silver-white hair was to freeze on the spot when he saw me, the second reaction was to pull off the black eyepatch that looked like a sign of visual impairment, and the first reaction was to stare at me tightly.

Recalling the look in the man's eyes at that time, I still feel an inexplicable guilty conscience.

Based on this guilty conscience that I don't know where it came from, I thought, 'Have you eaten yet? ' Greet each other with polite words.

The man answered 'no' in a daze.

I choked, 'do you want to be together? '

The man still replied 'OK' in a daze.

This is not a polite conversation, it is a conditioned reflex.

The conditioned reflexes fell into each other and became meal friends sitting at the same table waiting for the food to be served.

I lowered my head to study the patterns on the table, the silver-haired man studied me, and Alice studied the menu, and the three of them were silent for a moment.

Ah... embarrassing, I feel like I can now snap my toes out of a three bedroom suite.

Why is it three rooms and one living room?

Is it because there are three people present?

My mind went to strange places again.

"……Who are you?"

The silver-haired man no longer studies me openly, but asks confidently.

It's a pity that I can't answer him, because I also want to know who I am.

"What is your purpose here? Who brought you here?"

Coincidentally, I also want to know these questions.