Manual activity manual

Yukiya Yokosaki had a dream.

He heard a voice that belonged to Chuya in the Central Plains that he had never heard with his own ears.In the broken and dark vision, those scattered orange hairs are brighter than any light.

Because he is real, but the sunlight cannot stop and cannot be received.

He said.

"Where did the kid come from, a spy from a hostile organization?"

Yukiya Yokosaki opened his eyes, not knowing where he was for a moment.

"It's so dark." He rubbed his eyes, patted his face vigorously, and suddenly heard a sentence: "Shall I turn on the light?"

"Wow!" He was taken aback, "I'm still in a dream?"

"What stupid things are you talking about?" Nakahara Chuya's voice was full of helplessness, "Don't you still dream about me?"

Yokosaki Yukiya was a little confused for a moment, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab something, he froze half way through, and covered his face with his arms instead.

"Did you flash your eyes?" A familiar voice slowly approached, but Yokozaki Yukiya didn't hear any footsteps, breathing or heartbeat. What's going on? Could it be that he has started to have such severe hallucinations?But who turned on the light?

"Don't come here..." He said in a low voice, he didn't know who he was talking to, "I'm sorry, don't come here..."

"Are you okay, Yukiya?" The voice stayed at a certain distance and didn't come closer.

He is calling my name.

He obviously doesn't know me.

Is it really an illusion?

A cold hand with a strange touch touched his wrist covering his eyes. The hand was too small, and it took Yokosaki Yukiya a while to realize what was going on.

...It's not a hallucination, but the figurine has come to life!Even though it was only in the morning, it feels like years have passed... and I am ashamed in front of guests from other worlds!

"He has a fever," he said.

"Fever medicine should be in the second drawer of the cabinet in the living room, the medical box." Another somewhat familiar voice answered from afar.

The hand was withdrawn, and after a while, Yokozaki Yukiya heard the sound of the glass knocking on the bedside table.

Yukiya Yokosaki: "...??"

He tried to turn his burned-out IQ to analyze what happened... He couldn't do it!What's going on, he can't do it!How did Mr. Nakahara manage to go back and forth from the bedroom to the living room within 8 minute with his 1cm petite body and bring a glass of water?

"Wake up, get up and take your medicine."

...with medicine!A pill is as big as his hand!

Yokosaki Yukiya moved his hand away and turned his head to avoid the glare of the light, but his eyes were still blurred by the flash.

Since the problem of the soul, the condition of the eyes has been deteriorating, and now it is difficult to adjust the indoor lighting. Does this mean that he needs to prove that the eyes are the windows of the soul?

"Close your eyes and open your mouth."

He couldn't do it, he really wanted to know.

Thinking of this, Yukiya Yokosaki pursed his lips firmly, squinted his eyes and sat up, trying to catch the source of the sound.

The 8cm Zhongyuanzhong, who was covered in a layer of light red light, also floated on his left side, looking at him with the same helplessness in his eyes and tone, and even with an imperceptible indulgence: "Satisfied?"

Yokozaki Yukiya was stunned.

Yokozaki Yukiya was dumbfounded.

Yukiya Yokosaki almost screamed!If it wasn't for his throat being so dry and sore that he couldn't scream!

"You...you!! You!!! How could you-!"

"This, it appeared while reciting poems," Zhong Yuanzhong also looked away uncomfortably, and didn't say what happened in "Song of Sheep" later, "Anyway, it suddenly appeared, it's not important, you take medicine first .”

This is very important!Yokosaki Yukiya stared at him, those purple eyes were almost blood-red under the snow-white light, I don't know if it was the light or emotional stimulation, tears fell from them one after another, as if the rain couldn't stop at all.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at him, he couldn't bear it, but he continued to say what he had prepared for a long time: "After all, we are sent to aid, so we have this ability? Taro, no, there are also random steps, he It is said that his ability is called 'super reasoning', which requires glasses to activate, and he is choosing the style he likes."

Yokosaki Yukiya suddenly languished like a deflated rubber ball.

That's right.

That was... great.

If it was really Mr. Chuya and Mr. Ranpo, how would he explain that he failed to protect their most important thing and failed to fulfill the promise he should fulfill?

He opened his mouth in a daze, let Zhong Yuanzhong also throw the pills into his mouth, then caught the water glass that was floated by the gravity ability and drank it all in one gulp, and said sleepily: "Don't worry, this is a rejection reaction. It will be fine soon, I will sleep a little longer."

"What kind of rejection?" Nakahara Chuya didn't let him go, and asked vigilantly.

"It's just that some places don't fit well...it's worn out and can't be replaced..." Yokosaki Yukiya fell back on the pillow, trying to cover her face with the quilt, and then the quilt was thrown away.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, no, I can't go to the hospital, it will cause trouble," Yokozaki Yukiya hugged his head and hid in the shadow of the quilt, "Please, Mr. Nakaya, I'm so sleepy..."

Nakahara Chuya's aura let out, Yokozaki Yukiya snatched back the quilt, wrapped himself up, and lost consciousness after a while.

Zhongyuan Zhong also watched, and helplessly adjusted the quilt with gravity, and put on the anti-fever stickers, and then floated to turn off the lights.

The bright red light enveloped the entire door, and Zhong Yuanzhong hesitated for a moment, but still did not close it tightly, leaving a gap.

"It's such a convenient ability, no wonder." A somewhat cold voice said.

"Yes, it is very suitable for the kind and cute hat-kun." Edogawa ranpo answered.

"It must have been trapped."

"I think so."

Zhong Yuan also turned around: "..."

The number of strange bear children has increased.

"No matter what you are talking about," he said succinctly with one hand in his pocket, "don't disturb his rest."

"The only person who might disturb people is you, the fighter," said the cold voice. "Although it is not clear what my supernatural power is, it is obvious that I am a brain worker and a detective."

"The world's number one detective can only be me, Ranpo-sama, a little-known Mr. Unknown."

"You can clearly see why I am unknown."

"Quite conspicuous. But the most interesting thing is that you walked in on your own initiative. That must be a very...unexpected ability."

"You want to say it's funny."

"Master Luanbu doesn't care."

"Yes, your mental age is probably not as old as my doll. After all, you gave up entering the glass fish tank, but were domesticated by other people with candy outside."

Central Plains Zhongye helped his forehead: "..."

The number of bear detectives that people can't understand what they are saying has increased.

"This 'kind and lovely hat gentleman'," the blond young man in a coat, holding a long cigarette, and holding a small but delicate doll in his arms turned his gaze over, and said unceremoniously, " Your definitions of children and detectives are startlingly novel, and in view of the completely wrong impression given to you by the so-called detectives that existed here before, I pardon your faux pas, however amusing it is."

Nakahara Chuya: "...You are right, I did have a wrong impression of the detective, you are ten thousand times more difficult than him."

And Edogawa Ranpo was so angry that he sat up straight: "So-so-called, detective, detective?!"

"Okay, okay, don't argue." Nakahara Chuya wanted to stop the dispute with a headache, "I think there is something wrong with Xingya's situation."

"That's right, let's reason," Edogawa Ranpo sneered, pulling out a pair of eyes out of nowhere and putting them on the bridge of his nose. ’ what it’s like.”

"Childish," the blond-haired youth snorted, "You know that the way you deliberately put on glasses is inexplicable, right? Being kept in captivity by the other party, like a child without behavioral capacity, oh, and you still have to use your childish body to protect adults, Elaborate lies about each other, right?"

"It's really pitiful for you who have no friends so much that you can only get along with dolls," Edogawa Ranpo seemed to be completely unaffected by the venom sprayed by the other party. His eyes were completely open, clear and bright, and when he saw the bottom, he was cold and transparent. With astonishing indifference, "Don't dare to contact people at all, the superficial indifference can be broken immediately, in order to mix with dirty adults, you are really stuck in a quagmire! Pretending to be painful, obviously not a monster, To pretend—"

"enough!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also not only said, but also acted. The bandage controlled by gravity wrapped around the two of them, especially around their mouths twice more, trying to make them unable to say anything, so he let out a long breath and pressed the bridge of his nose hard. .

Edogawa Ranbo opened his eyes wide: "Ugh!" You didn't even help me!

"As an ordinary martial artist," Nakahara Zhong also stretched out his finger, "I have only one request to you: don't disturb others."

The blond young man frowned, even with his cute face with three heads, there was still a strong air of displeasure.

"You two are too self-centered," Nakahara said, "I don't care what information you see, it's up to you if you want to help, just, mature, people who are probably dead, don't Trouble Yukina. Is that okay? Very good, I'll take it as your consent."

The two detectives whose mouths were still covered: "..."

No wonder he was the first to be called over, Nakahara Chuya thought to himself, the methods of dealing with brats have increased.

As soon as the bandage was loosened, Edogawa Ranpo shouted: "Idiot! Idiot, are you a fool? You are!"

"Good job, let's eat your potato chips, and open the new flavor for you?"

The blond young man glanced at him wordlessly, the sudden time travel must have affected his already bad mood, otherwise, how could he have quarreled with this guy who can only call a fool when he is angry, and a bag of potato chips can calm him down.

"I will no longer reason in unclear situations," he said coldly. "My abilities are highly likely to be very dangerous, so try not to give me opportunities."

This is an apology in disguise, and Zhong Yuanzhong also expressed his understanding. The self-esteem of these detectives is simply terribly high, and this, um, especially. "We are all in a state of amnesia now. Even if there are any grievances in the past, let's put it aside for the time being. It would be too rude to eat other people's food, use other people's food and form cliques in other people's homes to engage in hostility."

"It's really a mature adult's way of thinking." The blond young man raised the cigarette rod and remembered that there was no tobacco in it, and put it back sullenly. "Obviously the youngest of the three of us—I mean age."

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his back molars.

"Ha," Edogawa Ranbu also said in a strange manner, "This habitually raised perspective and raised tone, I remember that the height of the poet Zhongya is also very short, but fortunately the figures are about the same size, right Mr. Hat .”

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath.

"Although you should be mixing with black people," the blond young man meaningfully emphasized the pronunciation of "should", "but he has a conscience."

"It's even more humane than the people in our two decent organizations," Edogawa Ranpo elongated his tone, "I must owe others a lot of favors, right?"

The two detectives looked at each other in a strange reconciliation.After all, everyone is a good person—at least in theory—so you should work harder than Mr. Hat.As for the process, the result should always be good, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for the detective profession.

Chuya Nakahara, who was regarded as material for reconciliation, forcibly resisted the urge to push the two of them to the ground and beat them up: "Have you played enough?"

Then, he reacted with hindsight: "...I was originally a gangster?"

"That's not important," Edogawa waved his hands in disorder, "What you said, let go of any grievances and grievances in the past."

But Zhongyuan Zhong also sensed the difference in his attitude mysteriously and sensitively: "Did you trick me?"

Edogawa Ranpo: "Cough. Quickly prescribe potato chips to Mr. Detective."

Zhong Yuan also closed his eyes.Ah, his heart is so tired.

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