Yokohama Notes of a Miss Wizard

Edogawa Ranpo never saw Alvira actually cry.

The miraculous Miss Witch seems to have her own omnipotent buff as soon as she appears. No matter what the problem is, it's just a matter of her spelling and waving her wand.Even when the two of them suddenly quarreled because of inexplicable problems, she was full of energy and aggressive, and there was absolutely no possibility of being discouraged.

But now, the black-haired girl's eyes were red, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes silently and quietly.Tears ran across her cheeks and hit the back of his hand. The cold drops were not heavy, but they were so hot that even his heart ached.

Edogawa ranpo's nose was sore, his throat was choked, his mouth was half-opened, and he couldn't speak a word.

What should I say?

What can be done?

He has always been proud of his own wisdom, but he couldn't find even a suitable answer.

Staring into Alvira's honey-gold eyes, Edogawa bit his lower lip indiscriminately, feeling at a loss.

Something has to come out, whether it's words or actions.

She was expecting his reply, she needed his help.

Since he once said, "Just ask me any questions", then, at least when asked, he must give an answer that is sufficient to convince the other party.

The young man scratched his hair casually, stretched his cuffs, and wiped away the tears on the girl's face indiscriminately.

His lips were tightly closed, and the upturned corners of his mouth and his usual relaxed brows and eyes revealed a different tension and seriousness than usual.

He still didn't speak.

So the tears became more and more turbulent.

Alvira's eyes widened, trying to clear away the confused mist, and asked awkwardly, "Why don't you speak?"

"Edogawa—"

The unfinished words, together with choking and tears, were all pulled into his arms by Mr. Detective.

The young man rubbed against her ears like a cat, and patted her back softly and regularly with his arms around her.

Through a layer of thin pajamas, she could even feel the vibration of his chest when he spoke.

The tingling resonance, the slightly higher body temperature than hers, and the energetic but completely irregular heartbeat made her even more unable to control herself.

"……do not Cry."

Hearing the clear and clear voice sounded beside her ears, she felt a sense of resentment in her heart.

Crying or not, it is impossible for her to stop immediately when she says stop.Besides, why can't you even cry?No one said that you must listen to him!

The girl lowered her head, covered his pajamas with snot and tears all at once, gave up restraint, and burst into tears.

"Master Ranbu said don't cry... Forget it, forget it, cry first, and then talk about other things after crying."

Edogawa Ranbu was helpless, but he didn't stop what he was doing, he still patted Alvira's back rhythmically.

After finally crying enough and crying well, the little witch grabbed the little detective's pajamas, wiped her face clean, stood on tiptoe, rested her chin gently on his shoulder, and stretched her arms around his waist.

Edogawa Ranpo immediately froze into a sculpture.His hands stopped in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

Alvira patted him on the back and complained, "Can you bend over a little? I'll be tired from standing on tiptoe all the time."

"Oh." The little detective followed suit.

When her heels finally hit the ground, the little witch sniffed and hugged the big humanoid cat in her arms even tighter.

"Why do you think I'm so unlucky..." She murmured to herself with a nasal and hoarse voice, "I came here suddenly. got involved."

"If it weren't for you, I might not have a place to go now."

"Even now, I can't even remember my past..."

"You really can't remember anything? How much can you remember?" Edogawa rubbed the back of her head in disorder, and added after asking the question, "You won't cry anymore, will you?" ?”

Hearing this, Alvira let go of her hand, took a step back, raised her leg, and stepped hard on his instep at a speed that the young man couldn't keep up with at all.

"What's the matter if I cry or not!? I'll just ask you, what's the matter with the girls crying!" She yelled back super loudly.

Fortunately, both of them didn't wear shoes, so it didn't hurt too much.

The little detective retracted his foot, rubbed against his calf, and replied aggrievedly: "It's nothing..."

The little witch snorted and didn't dwell on this issue.

She retreated to the bed and sat down, "I don't remember it at all. The earliest memory is that I celebrated my 17th birthday in school."

"But." She paused for a moment, and met Edogawa Ranbu's eyes, "I don't remember anyone other than me."

She felt that it was more like a dream than a memory that she had personally experienced.

Fragmentary and vague dreams will gradually fade under the effect of time after waking up, until they are completely forgotten.

Even if she didn't forget, she didn't remember much except for the particularly clear background board information such as "I'm celebrating my birthday" and "I'm very happy".

After venting her panic and fear by crying, Alvira calmed down and carefully dug out the loopholes in her memory.

"So, if we talk about it according to the memories that actually existed."

"The starting point of my memory can probably be set at—"

Alvira frowned, hesitated, and said slowly and unbelievably.

"When you walk into the mist with your luggage alone?!"

And the memories before that were like dreams, illusory and unbelievable.

Edogawa crossed his legs in disorder and sat directly on the ground.

He held his ankles, squinted his eyes, and looked at Alvira who was sitting by the bed, "In other words, you actually only remember what happened after you came to Yokohama?"

The little detective pursed his lips, frowned and thought for a while.

He took several deep breaths in a row, and then he clenched his fist with his right hand and hit the palm of his left hand.

Holding the ground, Edogawa stood up randomly, walked to Alvira's side, and stretched out his right hand to her.

"Since this is the case, let's create the future together!"

The young man swept away the previous haze and worries, and smiled brightly.

The girl raised her head and stared into his sincere eyes for dozens of seconds before nodding in agreement.

Then she looked at the young man's outstretched right hand, stepped back to the center of the bed, put her hands behind her back quickly, and asked, "Did your hand touch your foot just now? If so, I won't shake hands."

Edogawa Ranpo: ...?

Early the next morning, Miss Witch dragged Mr. Detective up.

He followed her instructions, washing up, eating breakfast, and pulling the suitcase one by one...

It was not until he bid farewell to Fukuzawa Yukichi that Edogawa Ranpo returned to normal.

He followed Alvira into the car, rolled down the window, and kept waving his hands: "Goodbye, President~"

"Have a good time." Fukuzawa Yukichi stood at the door, nodding to the two of them.

Alvira poked her head out from Edogawa Ranpo's side, "President, if you don't worry about Ranpo, you should trust me."

"Am I so unreliable?" The little detective turned around and retorted vigorously, "Master Luanbu is three years older than you!"

The little witch waved her hand and rolled up the car window. She said while shaking, "Oh? They say they are three years older than me, but I always feel that they are only three years old. Lord Ranbu is really amazing."

"What! Are you really serious about what is said to be magical at this time?"

"Of course it's fake..."

The two arrived at Haneda Airport noisily.

Alvira consciously assumed the responsibility of navigation, and led Edogawa Ranpo to find the ticket exchange window.

After changing the boarding pass, she followed the information on the lounge card and came to the corresponding waiting room.

Sitting on the sofa in the waiting room, the little witch had time to sigh.

She looked at the air ticket in her hand, and said in amazement: "The sponsor really paid for it."

The seat shown on the ticket was first class, and being able to arrange a first class seat and allow the airline's staff to cooperate was enough to show the sponsor's ability.

"Not only that, they invited other people besides me."

Edogawa Ranpo stretched out his hand from the side, pointed to the seat and said, "Look, our seat numbers are 3 and 4, which means that there are still two people in front of us."

"It's just that the two of them haven't arrived yet."

After all, he sat back on his sofa and ordered a carbonated drink.

It didn't take long before a staff member appeared in front of the two of them and led them to complete the boarding.

It wasn't until about ten minutes before takeoff that the two empty seats in front of them were filled with two hurried high school students.

When they were both seated, they heard the radio on the machine.

While the captain was making the announcement, a flight attendant checked everyone's seat belts.

When all preparations before takeoff are over, the plane will be able to take off on time and arrive at its destination smoothly.

Normally speaking, things should have developed like this.

However, the captain's announcement that sounded again not long after takeoff indicated that the situation was not simple.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this flight has encountered some unexpected circumstances and is about to return and make an emergency landing. The official departure time will be postponed. Please wait patiently..."

"Excuse me, what happened on the plane?" Alvira called the flight attendant.

The flight attendant replied in a difficult way: "This lady..."

"It's just a murder." Edogawa glanced at her randomly and said, "If you ask me for help, I will not be stingy!"

"You, how did you know?" The flight attendant was a little flustered.

She raised her head to look at the colleague who was standing in the front row answering the question, only to see that colleague was also looking at her.

The colleague smiled helplessly at her: "It seems that the captain's idea of ​​not disturbing the first-class passengers has no way to come true."

"You too?" the flight attendant asked slightly surprised.

Before her colleague could answer, the male high school student sitting in front of Al stood up.

He turned around, looked at Ranpo Edogawa beside Alvira, and said excitedly: "It seems that you are also a detective invited to participate in the World Detective Contest."

"My name is Kudo Shinichi, and I'm a detective."

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The author has something to say:

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Both Conan and Shinichi are worthy of being called a "walking god of death" (bushi).

I have never sat in the first class, all the information is searched.Let's watch 23333

Although you all said that it was a knife yesterday...but I really didn't feel like I was throwing a knife!Then I went to ask my friends, but my friends complained that I was a "stepmother author"... (Do I have one?)

emmmmmmm...whatever, anyway, come on, open your mouth to eat candy wwww