Yokohama Notes of a Miss Wizard

This person is tall, about 180cm; he has a good relationship with raccoons, and should be the main pet relationship; his messy and too long forehead completely blocks his eyes, only the tip of his nose and mouth are exposed; he is wearing an exquisite tuxedo and A black coat.

Feeling that everyone's eyes were on him, he wished he could hide himself behind the raccoon.

"My name is Edgar Allan Poe, and I am from America."

Under the eyes of the three, the voice of the young man who claimed to be a detective became smaller and smaller.

The pet raccoon lifted by him opened its small black paws and scratched in mid-air, as if to greet people.

Alvira took a step in his direction.

Poe also took a step back.

She had to take another step forward.

Poe took his raccoon and took another step back.

Seeing that the little witch was about to lift her feet and walk in her direction, Poe became even more nervous.He stretched his arms straight, raised them flat, held the raccoon, and spoke fast.

"Don't come here!"

Amused by his appearance as if facing a formidable enemy, Alvira withdrew her feet and spread her hands, helpless, "Don't be so nervous, I don't know how to eat people."

After all, she took advantage of Po's inattention, took a step towards him, and asked at the same time: "What's your name?"

"Edgar..."

"I didn't ask you." The little witch denied simply and rudely, "I'm asking about the raccoon in your hand!"

I don't know if I was scared or felt inexplicable embarrassment, or both.Poe stopped trembling and said nothing more.

In answer to Alvira, the raccoon with its little paws barked for its poor master.

Alvira nodded and responded to it: "So your name is Carl."

The raccoon was surprised and surprised at the same time, barking repeatedly without stopping in between.

The three of them saw this person, a raccoon, "Mmmmmm."

Poe cautiously poked his head out from behind the raccoon, looked at Alvira who had slid in front of him at some point, seemed to have lingering fears about her straightforwardness just now, and asked boldly.

"...How can you understand Carl's words?"

In other words, how can you understand the words of animals?

You know, even he just grew up with Karl so he can understand what Karl means, but sometimes he gets it wrong.Why would someone hit it off with Karl as soon as they met?

Alvira just wanted to answer confidently, "Because I'm a witch!", but then remembered that she had just promised Rin Tohsaka not to reveal her identity casually, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

She was silent for a moment, and then replied: "I am a person with a supernatural ability, and my supernatural ability is that I can communicate with animals."

While it's entirely possible for Poe to deduce from her performance that she's lying, that's beside the point.What matters is that she can actually communicate with Carl.

Poe put Carl on the ground, and when he saw Carl jolting to Alvira's side, he shed bitter tears in his heart.

He didn't like banquets in the first place, not to mention that he didn't know anyone at this banquet, but now, the only friend who was inseparable from him and couldn't be more familiar with him has thrown himself into the arms of others.

Only his solitary Poe remained.

"I really don't like banquets..."

He muttered in his heart, planning to accuse Karl of his excesses when he went back, but he heard the young man who found the host a little earlier than him speak.In his clear voice, for some reason, there was also a barely audible sourness.

"Don't look at Al anymore, send the information about Mandala's murder to Master Ranpo!"

The black-haired young man who was shorter than him quickly waved his hands in front of the host, and his body kept trying to block the host's sight.

Although the host said that he was prepared for his character and behavior, he couldn't help asking: "Why didn't Mr. Edogawa come with Mr. Fukuzawa this time? Didn't Mr. Fukuzawa come with you before?" Is it?"

"The president is very good, but Al is also very good. So I choose Al." After Edogawa ranpo answered the question casually, he continued to urge anxiously, "Anyway, you don't have to worry about it so much. Hurry up and send the information Just give it to me! Isn’t this what your duty is? If you can’t even do this, what can you do?”

The host was not angry when he heard his series of statements that did not conform to social etiquette.He took out his mobile phone and transferred the corresponding information to Edogawa Ranpo's customized mobile phone.

After distributing the information, the host smiled and said, "I wish you success in solving the case."

It's a pity that the person being blessed doesn't have the slightest intention to accept the blessing.

The little detective put the phone in his pocket, and walked quickly to the little witch's side in three steps at a time, pulled her up from the squatting position, and at the same time tore off the raccoon from her arms.

Edogawa Ranpo held Alvira in one hand, and the dazed raccoon in the other, and asked as he walked, "Al, are you still hungry? If not, let's go back. The information is already in hand!"

As he passed Poe, he tucked the raccoon into Poe's arms, pretending that he had never scared Cal.

"Al, do you want to take a look? I can also send you the information."

A story with suspense is more interesting than a stranger after all.

Alvira's attention was quickly diverted.She nodded, stretched out a hand to Edogawa Ranbu, and begged for his mobile phone, "You can send it after you get back, I'll use yours to watch first."

"Here, here you are." Mr. Detective handed over the phone without hesitation, and concentrated on leading Miss Witch, who was fiddled with the phone with her head down, away from a certain raccoon.

Seeing that the two of them walked away, Poe, who remained silent the whole time, handed out his mobile phone to the host.He hugged Karl, who realized that he had been treated roughly, and was angrily complaining about Ranpo Edogawa.

After receiving the information from the host, Poe nodded and disappeared in front of him.

Alvira clicked on the file in Edogawa Ranpo's phone, and was unprepared to be hit by opening the screen.

The phone slipped from her hand, but fortunately she caught it when it fell to the ground with quick eyesight and hands.

The little witch put his mobile phone into her small bag with lingering fear, and quietly took the little detective's arm.

Still in shock, she leaned into his ear and whispered, "Were you like this before?"

As soon as the information came up, a bunch of photos of the deceased were shown, and they were even compared before and after death.

The more peaceful and happy the smile was in life, the more miserable and pitiful he looked after death.

Not to mention that in this case, the photos of each deceased’s body are already tragic and make one unable to bear the sympathy for the great horror and pain suffered by the deceased.

Although it was just a photo, it still made Alvira feel a dull pain in her body.Sorrow and fear, as well as grief with nowhere to escape, hit her from all directions through the screen.

It was clearly late summer, and the weather wasn't hot, but it wasn't cold either.In this kind of weather, the surface of Alvira's bare arms actually aroused goose bumps.

She snuggled up to him, trying to absorb some warmth and security.

How could there be such a cruel person?

The little witch couldn't figure it out.

This is completely different from listening to Ranbu's recounting of previously solved cases.

The relayed events do not involve the murderer's past, nor do they mention the pain of the deceased, nor do they confront death itself.

But it's different.

Not only was this different, but the malice that emanated from the case also suffocated her.

The world should be peaceful, full of love and beauty, even if there is negative maliciousness, it should be silent and not cause harm to unrelated people.

She always thought so.

However, this case, from the beginning to the end, has demonstrated his rampant ferocity, and he is proud of his cruelty and cold-bloodedness.

Is this really the world she knows?

How could this be the world she knew?

Alvira clenched the clothes tightly in her hands, hanging them on Edogawa Ranpo's body, and followed them back to his room.

After closing the door, there were only the two of them left in the room.

Only then did the little witch feel much calmer. She let go of the little detective and nestled into the single sofa next to the French window, turning into a kitten, staring at the rising moon in the sky.

Edogawa Ranpo took off the suit jacket that bound his hands and feet, picked up his white gloves and hugged him, and sat on the sofa.He took out his mobile phone from the handbag that Alvira threw in the corner of the sofa, and flipped through the newly acquired documents.

Seeing his calm expression, and the white gloves crawling from his legs to his shoulders, it was confirmed that he was indeed looking at the material of the mandala murder case.

She turned her head away, unwilling to read the document even more.

"Don't you feel it?" Alvira asked confusedly, "Facing such a thing, don't you feel scared?"

Have you seen so much that you have become numb to death, or have you never cared about the passing of other people's lives?

The self-proclaimed number one detective in the world is a naive, self-willed, super childish guy.

She never doubted that.

Likewise, she never doubted his kindness.

He would take her in, want a candy house, and hug her to comfort her when she was sad. How could such a person be unkind?

But it is also this person who can calmly analyze and reason in the face of the tragic death of the deceased.

Is he really a kind person?

Even this world is not as peaceful and beautiful as she thought, would he still be as innocent as she thought?

"The loss of life is tragic, but the viciousness of the murderer is appalling."

The black Mandalay cat looked at the talking youth.

"The world is full of stupid fools. Stupidity makes them murder. Stupidity makes them commit crimes."

"But even so, they are people who should be loved and protected. Those who have passed away cannot be saved, but those who are still alive, I want to help them as much as possible."

The young man's long and curly eyelashes trembled, and he continued.

"And what I can do is to find the murderer as soon as possible and teach him the law."

The black cat nestled on the side of his neck, buried it docilely in the socket of his neck, closed its eyes, and stuck to his throbbing carotid artery.

The girl's voice rang in his ears.

"Then, I will definitely help you, no matter what you want to do."

Just, please show me the world in your eyes.

Let me know why you, who have seen so many ugliness, still feel from the bottom of your heart that people in the world should be loved and protected.