Yokohama Notes of a Miss Wizard

Edogawa Ranpo's noise effectively interrupted Alvira's train of thought.

She blinked and focused her eyes on his face, "Speaking of which, does this count as completion?"

"Of course!" Mr. Detective shook the spoon in his hand, raised his chin, and said confidently, "There is no case that Mr. Ranpo can't solve!"

"Yes, yes, who said that Mr. Ranpo is the number one detective in the world." Alvira has learned to accept this point calmly.

She took a spoon, sneakily dug a small spoonful of ice cream from Edogawa Ranbu's share, put it in her mouth, and asked vaguely: "Then do you want to look at other things?"

"A case?" The little detective took a panoramic view of her little movements, but didn't say anything. He just pushed the ice cream in her direction calmly, "The rest are not challenging..."

While the two were talking, a stranger suddenly sat down beside them.

He appeared to them both in the air of a very old-fashioned gentleman, wearing a bowler hat very straightly, and carrying a solid wooden walking stick in his hand.

The man nodded to them with a smile, took off his hat and said: "I'm sorry to disturb you, and I heard your conversation."

"Just say what you want to say. It's really boring to pretend to say such a long opening line when you're here to find someone on purpose."

Edogawa Ranpo inserted the spoon straight into the ice cream, frowned, and turned his head to the other side.

The middle-aged man wasn't angry at all, obviously what Mr. Detective said was right, and he knew his nature well, so he didn't show any expression of surprise or surprise.

He put on his hat again, and said politely: "This year's detective competition is more interesting than usual."

"Not only you, Mr. Edogawa, but also the young man from Japan who was invited the latest, and Mr. Poe who responded to the invitation for the first time... It is my honor that so many detectives who love reasoning can compete on the same stage. .”

"As the original organizer, would you be surprised by this kind of thing? In the end, it's not because of your ideas that brought us together. But it seems that we have encountered very interesting cases these few times. Come on, Lord Ranbu doesn't care about that much."

"If there is no attractive case, how can we let everyone experience the fun of reasoning?" The middle-aged man smiled kindly, turned his eyes to Alvira who was sitting opposite Edogawa Ranpo, and started his self-examination. introduce.

"Hello, lady. My name is Arthur Conan Doyle. If it's you, just call me Arthur."

For some reason, there was a bit of relief in his golden brown eyes.

"Shouldn't it be Jazz? Don't think that you can get closer to Al by doing this, hey!" Mr. Detective stretched out his hand, blocking Conan Doyle's sight, "No matter what you say, Al will never leave with you .”

As he spoke, he stared closely at Alvira's eyes and kept confirming: "You don't know how to do it, do you?"

Alvira had no choice but to nod her head, admitting that she would never leave casually.

After finally calming down the little detective, Alvira freed up time and thought to look at this Sir carefully.

Sir Doyle has the common problem of British men. His hairline is very high, and his well-combed, big back head is covered under an exquisite top hat, as if this can hide the traces of going bald.

The way he looked at him was gentle and kind, like an elderly elder looking at his most beloved child.

But she was sure that there was no such person in her memory, not even a trace of familiarity.

Miss Witch stretched out her right hand reservedly, and introduced herself to him: "Hello Sir Doyle, I am Ranpo's assistant, Alvira. Nice to meet you."

Sir Doyle put his hat on the table, took his cane in his other hand, and took her hand gently.

Only held it for a few seconds before letting go.

But it was precisely this short few seconds of contact that made Alvira feel a kind of nostalgia that was almost "back home".

She doesn't remember his face, nor his voice, but she remembers his hands.

It was a pair of warm and dry hands with thin calluses from years of writing work.

She raised her head in a daze and at a loss, and fell into the man's golden-brown pupils.

"Alvira is a beautiful name." Sir Doyle frowned and praised, "It suits you very well."

"...Thank you?" Alvira wasn't sure if she should respond like this, but obviously, asking Edogawa Ranpo for help would be better than answering directly by herself.

Her completely naive and inexperienced appearance cast a slight haze on the softness in Sir Doyle's eyes.

The middle-aged man sighed and said: "You still have a lot to learn. Before you mature, don't show your strength at will."

"You..." Alvira's eyes widened, and when the exclamation was about to come out of her mouth, Edogawa Ranbu covered her.

The little detective withdrew his hands and replied solemnly and cautiously: "I will protect her."

Sir Doyle gave him a complicated look, "In this case, why did you bring her here?"

Hearing this, Edogawa Ranpo faltered visibly to the naked eye.He hesitated for a long time and couldn't tell why, but just muttered vague and vague words like "That's not the case" and "How do I know?"

"But the more dangerous the place, the safer. Yokohama is a good place."

Sir Doyle held his cane and said in a whisper.

"If there is nothing else, go back as soon as possible. Although this kid's idea of ​​bringing you here is too reckless, I can still trust President Fukuzawa of the Armed Detective Agency."

"And..." He glanced unhappily at Edogawa Ranpo, who was slumped by what he said, "Even though this kid is still very childish, he is still a person with a good nature. There are some things you can learn from." .”

"Take a look at this beautiful world more often, so as to keep your pure heart forever."

"When you really don't know what to do, just follow your first thought, follow your instinct."

Sir Doyle stood up and said earnestly: "Trust your own instinct, there is nothing wrong with it."

After all, he left just like when he came, without disturbing anyone.

Miraculously, from the beginning to the end, no one in the restaurant cast their eyes on them, as if they had never existed.

It wasn't until Sir Doyle left completely that the disappearing sense of existence was returned.

Loud voices sounded from all directions, completely covering Edogawa Ranbu's murmur.

Alvira picked up the spoon and tapped the ice cream bowl to get his attention, "Random?"

Edogawa Ranpo immediately changed from lying on the table to sitting upright.

His emerald green eyes were full of worry, and he asked abruptly, "Can we just go back like this?"

"Don't you want to know the result of the World Detective Contest?" The little witch asked with her head tilted as she rescued a small piece of ice cream that was about to melt.

"No, I've seen interesting cases anyway."

The little detective shook his head and replied.

"Someone is looking for you, and you must not be found by them. So we should go back to Yokohama as soon as possible."

Only in the chaotic Yokohama can Miss Witch live in peace.

After Sir Doyle said those words, Edogawa Ranpo realized Alvira's situation so clearly for the first time.

Unless she can truly become strong and mature, it is more appropriate to hide her strength and bide her time.

She doesn't lack power, but she doesn't have enough knowledge of the whole world.

It was a blank sheet of paper on which anyone could leave marks, and Sir Doyle just hoped that she would not be dyed black.

It sounds like Sir Doyle is just like her father...

The little detective drooped his brows and eyes depressedly, only feeling that there was another problem that he couldn't solve.

Stepping out of the store with Mr. Detective, Miss Witch followed him and asked in a low voice: "So, how do you know that someone is looking for me? Is Sir Doyle related to me? If so, I don't remember anything either."

"It's better if you don't remember." Edogawa Ranpo replied in a muffled voice, "No matter what kind of relationship he has with you, it is obvious that this is not something you need to consider now."

"The most important thing now is—"

He hurriedly dragged Alvira into a hidden alley, as if he was hiding from someone.

"How can we go back?"

In the dark narrow alley, only Edogawa Ranpo's blue eyes shone brightly.

"I thought he was the one looking for you, but obviously he was just trying to remind us."

"Since he was able to find you in such a short period of time, it will be easier for those who are already following your tracks to find your tracks."

Crossing the alley, Edogawa Ranpo dragged her straight into a clothing store.

He chose a tracksuit without looking at it, and threw another set of women's tracksuit to her: "Change your outfit today."

"Eh? Why are you going to start the escape dungeon so suddenly? I haven't figured out anything yet!"

Alvira took the clothes, muttered, walked into the locker room, and changed into sportswear.

She also put away all the previous clothes of the two of them, paid the bill as quickly as possible, and walked out of the clothing store after Edogawa Ranpo who had finished changing.

"The appearance of Sir Doyle means that the person looking for you has found the World Detective Contest, so the hotel is not safe."

"Then, dear Miss Witch, are you willing to entrust me with your safety, who is temporarily unable to use magic, and work with me to find a way to return to Yokohama?"

His eyes under the peaked cap pierced through the fog that shrouded in front of the two of them, and his tone also revealed a taste of "everything is under control".

Edogawa turned around in disorder, facing her, and stretched out his right hand, as if inviting a partner at a ball.

Seeing this, Alvira also lowered the peaked cap even lower, and took his hand.

"My dear detective, I am sure you will be able to find it."

In other words, maybe it has already been found?

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I must let them find a reason to sit on the London Eye! ! !

So please hurry up and start the happy and chaotic escape (private) escape (ben) 23333

PS: The character design of Arthur Conan Doyle was made up by me, he is not in the original work! ! ! (But I think there will be some in the future, so if the image is inconsistent, don’t blame me.) The specific settings will be expanded later, but I won’t talk about 2333 in detail now

感谢在2020-11-1420:57:31~2020-11-1517:46:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of fat kite;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!