Quanzai Cone

Today is a sunny day.

I opened the curtains and quietly bathed in the bright sunshine for a moment, shook my shoulders, and sighed with satisfaction: "It's really strange, it doesn't look like I just sent away the cold winter..."

The early spring wind blew through my hair, I left the windowsill, hummed a song and packed my luggage, took out my toiletries,

"Zhi-kun, have you finished using the bathroom?" I asked loudly while putting on my coat.

No one responded.

I was a little surprised, and walked over with something: "Zhijun?"

There was no one in the bathroom with the door ajar, I was taken aback for a moment, then turned around to look around the room suspiciously.In a hotel double room that you can stay at will, except for a bed, there is only a small bathroom, and there is no other place to hide.

Putting down my things, I picked up the cell phone next to my pillow and looked through it, but I couldn't find any messages or text messages, so I couldn't help thinking.

In the past few years, if Zhijun wants to act separately from me, he will inform in advance and agree on the approximate return date. There has never been a situation like today.

Not really worried.After all, we just smashed Umbrella's headquarters a few months ago, removing this evil multinational corporation from the world. Even if there are some people who are not afraid of death, they won't be ready to move now.What's more, even Shiho and Mr. Furutani didn't know about our return to Yokohama, so it's impossible to be targeted as soon as we arrived in the city.

Besides, that's Zhijun. In most cases, it's the enemies who should be worried.

"Where did you go?" I muttered, after I washed and changed my clothes, I put my phone in my pocket, "Didn't I make an appointment to see the house in the morning?"

After nearly ten years of entanglement with Umbrella, we can finally stay in one place for a long time. Of course, Zhijun and I chose to return to Yokohama to settle down.We just arrived at the port by boat yesterday. Because it was inconvenient to move at night, we chose a hotel to rest at random. We were planning to go together today to choose a "home" that might become our residence for decades to come. As a result...

After leaving my luggage at the hotel, I walked out of the revolving door and searched around aimlessly.

The streets of Yokohama have changed a lot compared to what I remembered. I rubbed shoulders with the crowds who had already put on spring clothes and walked busily on the road, and I came to the Tsurumi River without knowing it.

The sparkling water of the river under the bright spring light is so beautiful that people can't help but stop.I stopped, approached the river bank, looked down at the water, and suddenly chuckled.

If Zhijun was here, he would have said, "It's the perfect weather for getting into the water", right?

Now that he has made an agreement with me, of course he will not really allow himself to drown, but just habitually wants to try jumping into the water—I was pulled by him to jump together, and the feeling of sinking into the bottom of the river is very strange in a sense , it would be better if you didn't catch cold afterwards.

My thoughts wandered endlessly, and I blinked suddenly as I stared at the surface of the water in a daze.

...what floated over?

Consciousness suddenly gathered, and I looked at the shadow floating in front of me with doubts on my face. After a closer look, I shouted in surprise: "Zhijun?!"

Without hesitation, I jumped into the river and fished him out.

Both of them became wet now, I stroked back my messy long hair, and angrily and funny raised my hand to help him wipe the water from his eyes and lips: "Did you leave me early in the morning and run out just to get into the water?" .”

Tsurumigawa, who was still tinged with the winter chill, also turned his skin icy cold. I covered his cheek and frowned in distress.

"Really..." I lectured, "At least two or three months before jumping, the temperature of the river water is too low now, it's easy to catch a cold!"

"Zhijun" was being manipulated aggressively by me, and he looked at me with wide eyes, looking completely out of the ordinary.Seeing that his reaction was wrong, I also became puzzled.

"...What's the matter?" I looked at myself, everything was normal, and looked at him again.

After a closer look, I found the problem.

The appearance is indeed the appearance of Zhijun, but there are differences in the whole body. The 28-year-old Zhijun is more mature than the person in front of him, and his demeanor and temperament are also subtly different. As for the clothes, I remember it should be a brown woolen coat, but the person in front of him is wearing a sand-colored windbreaker...

"Huh?" With a confused voice, I slowly let go of my hand covering his cheek, and subconsciously apologized, "Yeah, I'm sorry, I seem to recognize the wrong person?"

But after looking back and forth several times, it is really too similar to Zhijun.

... Does Zhijun have a twin brother?

So confused, I blurted out: "Do you know Dazai Osamu—ah, not the writer who wrote the novel, but a young man who looks similar to you..."

Slowly getting up, the man standing opposite me paused slightly when he heard this, and raised his eyebrows with interest: "Osamu Dazai?"

As if catching a dried fish cat, his iris-colored eyes lit up, and he responded to me with a smile.

"Oh, I am!"

Until I took the coffee prepared by the clerk, I couldn't help but glance at the black-haired young man singing happily.

The water-throwing man named "Osamu Dazai" brought me back to the "Armed Detective Agency" he worked for, and said, "It's a coincidence that I met someone with the same name and appearance, please give me the honor to communicate with me more, miss." ", in fact, the suspicion is about to explode.

I can be sure, this familiar character, and the unique ability "Disqualification in the World" that took effect when I came into contact with him before... Although I don't know what happened, but he is indeed "Dazai Osamu", that's right, it's just that he didn't become me The lover's one.

"I think maybe it's not in the original world." I calmly said to Kunikida Doppo who was taking notes across a table.

Another yellow-haired, black-eyed young man with the same name as Wen Hao suppressed his anger, and swept down the uncharacteristic Dazai Jun sitting on the desk with a notebook, and looked at me with a straight look: "Miss Gan, do you think you are Have you traveled to another world?"

I scanned around, and no one in the detective agency looked at the mentally ill patient, so I nodded and said, "It's not the first time anyway."

It is not a rare thing for me to travel through the world because I am with the best case Zhikun day and night, but Kunikida-kun probably doesn't think so.

He was speechless for a moment, then finished the record and confirmed to me: "So, what you want to entrust is 'Find a way to return to the original world'?"

I smiled and shook my head.

"It doesn't matter whether I can go back or not," I looked at Dazai-kun who was lazily lying on the chair, and said calmly, "Please help me find my lost lover, Dazai-kun—this is what I want to entrust to the detective agency."

The people who didn't care when they heard "cross the world" all looked up at me, with different expressions.I smiled in amazement.

"As long as I can find Zhijun, it doesn't matter which world I am in."