The Holy Grail of Self-discipline Xiawuren

2018年10月25日,12:05

I was in the castle in Hakone, and I received a request from Edogawa Ranpo and his party.

I agreed to meet with them.

"I thought the 'Adjudicator' would hide until the final result was about to come out."

Edogawa Ranbu is not a good person.

"How can you say that the three are the masters of this 'Holy Grail War', as the adjudicator, I should respect you all."

I gathered the haori that was draped around my body.

"Is this what you mean by 'judgment' respect?"

Osamu Dazai slapped the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table in the living room.

[Earthquake felt in Yokohama, suspected crustal movement]

It was a news report in early October.

I picked up the newspaper.

"I have the impression that this news caused a lot of panic among the people at that time, and even the number of people living in Hakone increased by [-]%."

"Other than that, do you have anything else to say?"

Edogawa Ranpo's eyes were sharp.

"What do you want to hear, Mr. Ranbu?"

I took a short breath to suppress the itch in my throat.

"There will be an earthquake in Yokohama. You know the real reason for this incident."

Edogawa pushed his black-rimmed glasses at random, and said with certainty.

"Well, I do know that."

Don-jun loses color at my non-denial and his lips tremble.

"...Why do you know 'Mr. Magician'? This is a shock that even the government hasn't detected!"

Facing Dunjun's expression of damaged trust, I covered my lips with my right hand and coughed lightly.

"Cough, I do know. It was because of the earthquake in Yokohama that I confirmed that the location of the 'Holy Grail War' is Yokohama."

Edogawa Ranpo narrowed his eyes.

"Didn't you change the location of the 'Holy Grail War' to Yokohama?"

"Cough cough cough..."

After a brief conversation, my throat began to protest.

"...I'm sorry...cough cough cough...Because of the beginning of autumn, I feel a little unwell recently...cough cough cough..."

After coughing violently for a few minutes, I collapsed against the pillow and took deep breaths to relieve the discomfort in my lungs.

Seeing my uncomfortable appearance, Osamu Dazai thoughtfully helped me refill the water and put the cup at my hand.

"Didn't the 'Judger' go to see a doctor? Now is a critical period, and you should take care of your health."

"Thank you. I've already seen a doctor. They said that the cold was caused by the night wind. Just rest for a while."

I took two sips of water from the cup and felt a little more relaxed.

"The location of the 'Holy Grail War' is not decided by the adjudicator. Under normal circumstances, the cities that can be selected as the location are places with huge energy reserves.

There are quite a lot of people with supernatural powers in Yokohama, far better than other places in Japan.And there is also the rumor that 'Raibo Street was born after the wrath of the Rage God'. Although it may not be true, it also confirms the strangeness of Leibo Street.

'Mystery' will attract 'mystery', 'strange' will attract 'strange', people with supernatural powers choose to get together in Yokohama, and the 'Holy Grail War' may also choose to be held in Yokohama. "

After talking for a long time, I felt that the oxygen in my lungs had bottomed out, my head became groggy, and black spots appeared in front of my eyes.

"...Sorry, I'm a little dizzy, I can't entertain you all...I'll visit again after I recover..."

Before my consciousness fell into darkness, I heard Alice's voice.

"Everyone, master needs to rest now, please come visit again later."

By the time I regained consciousness again, it was already 01:30 in the afternoon.

"Have everyone from the Armed Detective Agency gone back?"

"Well, after you passed out, Master, they left the castle."

Alice, who was sitting by my bed, answered me. Her hands kept moving, as if she was peeling something with a fruit knife.

Not long after, a small piece of warm and cool object was stuffed into my mouth, it was crispy, sweet and juicy.

"This is sand pear, which can effectively relieve your lung heat and reduce the frequency of coughing."

While speaking, Alice cut the pear in her hand into a suitable size, and delivered it to my mouth in time after I finished chewing.

After eating a pear, I feel that my lips are no longer as dry as before.

"Thank you, Alice, pears are very useful."

"Then I'll prepare some for you master, this time I'll cut it up and put it on a plate."

Alice bounced around and ran to the kitchen with a few pears in her arms.

"Oh, I'm really jealous of Master, I also want to eat pears that Alice has peeled."

The flower magician who walked in from the door sighed.

"You just want to eat what's ready."

Propping my hands on the mattress, I pulled myself up and reached out.

"My doll and tools, here."

"What a cruel Master."

Merlin put the medium-sized suitcase beside him on the bed.

"Anyway, 80.00% of it has been completed, and there is still time to carve the doll when the body recovers. Why rush at this time."

He somewhat disapproved of my patient's nonsense.

I didn't pay attention to the complaints of the flower magician, and after opening the box and checking that the doll was safe, I took out the carving knife.

"Anyway, I can't do anything right now, so I'll just improve the details of the puppet and pass the time."

The puppet in my hand is the work I have carved for more than half a month. Due to the obsessive-compulsive behavior of a perfectionist, I don't want to see any shortcomings in my work.

"Then master, you have to combine work and rest. Don't wait until midnight to water the flowers. I won't help you hide Mr. Wutiao when you become seriously ill."

Merlin spread his hands.

Hearing the words 'Mr. Gojo', I stiffened my fingers, raised my head, and saw Merlin's threatening eyes...

"Tsk, I see, this time I will remember to go to bed early and get up early instead of staying up late."

"Hmm, that's what I said, Master, you don't have to be so nervous."

The flower magician showed a nasty smile.

"...Sorry, I was wrong."

I chose to bow my head.

"Hmm~"

Damn it, it's clearly the same voice, why does my master bow his head to the servant, damn Merlin!

I viciously gripped the carving knife in my hand, poked hard at the modeling clay, and vented my anger on it as some bad magician.

"By the way~ Mr. Gotiao seems to have given me the contact number, so I'll send a message now?"

Merlin clasped his hands together with a smile.

"I was wrong! I don't go out for a walk in the middle of the night and play in the water anymore!"

I raised my right hand and swore with my index and middle fingers.

"Yeah, master, you have to cultivate well, otherwise we servants will worry~"

"no problem!"

Finally, the fact that I was sick due to playfulness was covered up, Merlin took back the phone and put a timer on my nightstand.

"This timer counts once an hour, and every time it counts, you have to rest for four or 10 minutes, master. Don't try to hide it, I will come to check after the timer rings."

Faced with Merlin's strict supervision, I had no choice but to submit, otherwise he would take out his mobile phone and switch the interface to Wu's contact screen to threaten me, what a rotten person.

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On the other side, Edogawa Ranpo and others who left the castle stepped out of the hospital.

"There is nothing wrong with the medical records. The 'magician' was indeed sick from the cold."

Osamu Dazai took the copy of the medical records obtained from the hospital, flipped through it casually a few times, and put it in his pocket.

"Then what are we going to do next? Stay in Hakone?"

Atsushi Nakajima, who followed Ranpo Edogawa and Osamu Dazai from Tokyo to Hakone, and then to Hakone Central Hospital, felt very confused and could not understand what the two seniors were doing.

"Go to Tokyo and find Mr. Gojo."

With the back of his head resting on his hands, Edogawa made a decision indiscriminately.

After obtaining the contact information of the conjurer through the relationship of the president of the Armed Detective Agency, Yukichi Fukuzawa, the three of Edogawa Ranpo sat in a roadside coffee shop and waited for the contact person to arrive.

After eating two pieces of cake and drinking a glass of fruit juice in Edogawa Ranpo, the contact person arrived. It was a blond man.

"I'm Qihaijian, what can you do with me?"

The reliable adult didn't show a strange look at the table full of snacks, he pulled out the chair and sat down calmly.

"Hello, Mr. Nanami, we are members of the Yokohama Armed Detective Agency. It's the first time we meet. Please give me your advice."

Osamu Dazai spoke smooth social diction, and extended his right hand to Nanami Jianren decently.

Jianren Qihai raised his hand and pushed the legless goggles.

"I don't need to say extra polite words. That guy in Wutiao is not free right now. Do you have any tasks to entrust?"

Osamu Dazai didn't feel embarrassed, he retracted his outstretched right hand naturally, and put it on the edge of the table.

"But our commission can only be resolved by Mr. Gojo. After all, he is the strongest in the magic world, isn't he?"

Nanami Kento looked at Osamu Dazai for a few seconds, then looked away.

"Your commission has nothing to do with the curse spirit?"

"Huh? How did Mr. Qihai know?"

Sitting on the same side as the blond man, Atsushi Nakajima's face was full of curiosity.

"If your tasks were related to the magic spirit, you wouldn't be sitting here so calmly, picking and choosing the magicians who came."

"Sorry……"

Honest Nakajima Atsushi lowered his head in shame.

"Mr. Qihai, please forgive us for concealing the situation before. There is a reason for the incident, so we will make such a bad move."

Osamu Dazai took up the conversation.

"Actually, the situation our detective agency is facing now is even more critical than facing super-level curse spirits!"

Qihai Jianren listened with all ears.

"Not only is the detective agency facing a crisis, even the Yokohama we live in is facing a crisis. And the source of the crisis is the person in the photo."

Osamu Dazai took out a photo from his pocket, which showed a man wearing a kimono with a round hair and holding a crepe.

The author has something to say: Finding foreign aid to find an armed detective agency in Tokyo is nothing.

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