After I divorced from chaos step

When Zhongya Nakahara and I arrived at the atrium on the first floor, Ranpo was still dancing in the pirate-themed restaurant.

He basically has no physical skills, and his supernatural powers have nothing to do with fighting. It is impossible to reach the bottom of the building in an instant, so he can only take the elevator or climb the stairs.

More people gathered in the atrium than at this time in the past. A man in a suit and leather shoes was lying on the ground in the center. The carotid artery was cut open, and a large area of ​​blood was smeared on the ground. The man was no longer moving.

Beside him, stood a red-haired young man with a horrifying expression, holding a dagger in his hand, and the tip of the knife was firmly pressed against the neck of the girl in front of him.

The girl was about seven or eight years old. She was frightened and was crying loudly, and the skittles in her hand were spilled all over the floor.

For the time being, there are no heroes or policemen around, only a few security personnel are trying their best to maintain order and keep people away from the red-haired youth and girl.

I glanced at the audience. Some people were really worried about the girl's safety, and some people just thought it was a novelty to encounter this kind of thing. They took out their mobile phones to take pictures and record videos to grab the news.

"Come again and I'll kill her!" The veins on the young man's neck bulged, "I want to destroy this wrong world!"

...to destroy this wrong world?

I lowered my head and pondered, this kind of words sounds extreme at first, but after being put into action, it is an extremist's words, I have heard it.

And more than once.

My former boss Dostoyevsky, who was recuperating in Siberia, was also worried about the world.

I once heard him say at dusk that he wanted to build a new world, and I thought his ideals were lofty and great.

But I didn't expect that it would be based on destroying cities and destroying the world.

Tosi patiently explained to me that in order to establish a new kingdom, karma must be cleared first.

Just like building a new high-rise, it is necessary to knock down the old building and build a magnificent building among the ruins.

He may have a point.

But I disagree.

Who can guarantee that the reconstructed world will be the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?

"Where did you come from?"

Although Chuya Nakahara is a member of the mafia, this is Yokohama, the sphere of influence of their port mafia, and the shopping mall where he eats. He cannot tolerate this kind of thing happening.

When the red-haired young man saw him, a wild sneer twitched from the corner of his mouth.

"Little dwarf, do you want to be a hero too?"

The tone was extremely disdainful.

One minute has passed, I looked up at the elevator, Luanbu hadn't come down yet.

It may be that there are too many people watching the excitement, even the elevators are blocked.

"Bangdang-"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also made a beautiful kick, which directly hit the young man in the chin, and even knocked down the dagger in his hand, his movements were fluent and messy.

"Are you OK?"

The crying little girl didn't look at him, but ran to me and grabbed my sleeve.

"you……"

"Qingxi—"

I looked up and finally saw the panting Chaos.He came out of the escape elevator and didn't take the elevator, probably because he couldn't squeeze in.

By the time I realized something was sticking to my hand, it was too late.

The girl's expression was blank and her eyes were empty.

"I want to... help... him..." she said.

Her hand was firmly glued to one of my arms.

It's supposed to be a viscous ability, or worse, some kind of restriction.

I also saw a thread on her neck and I raised my other hand and ripped off her coat.

Inside the coat, there were all tangled bombs.

The weirdly shaped dead house rat logo on the bomb, I know it all too well.

Using the child's life to achieve his criminal purpose, I know there will be no one else but Tuo Si.

I have been deceived by him so many times, but I still cannot escape the fate of being deceived.

The countdown on the bomb only had five seconds left.

five--

"Step aside--"

Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to separate me from the little girl, but he couldn't do it at all, unless he broke the little girl's arm.

But he's not that brutal Mafia.

There is always careful consideration in what Tuosi does. He made me and the little girl into a whole under certain conditions.

Either sacrifice the little girl, or I may die with the little girl...

"Damn it!" he cursed.

I don't want to die.

I definitely don't want to die.

Even if it uses the supernatural ability that I swear to Ranpo that I will never use it, I must survive.

"Qingxi!"

three--

The young man who was kicked to the ground by Zhongyuan Zhongye gritted his teeth: "You are finished——"

two--

The onlookers finally realized that this might be a fatal crisis for them, and began to flee crazily, causing the entire atrium to be in chaos.

One.

"Qingxi!"

I didn't use the supernatural power in the end, because Ranbu rushed over and hugged me, and his hand held mine tightly.

The bomb exploded in an instant, but it was not the explosion I imagined, but a firework tube made of a bomb.

Countless colorful sequins and petals floated out of it, falling all over me.

I saw a line of small characters that were actually not eye-catching on the large group of blood stains on the ground.

I have good eyesight so I can see clearly.

[Yuanjiang, happy birthday^_^]

The little girl miraculously fell off my arm in an instant, fell to the ground, covered the handwriting, and fell asleep.

"Qingxi, are you alright?"

I came back to my senses and let go of Luanbu's hand: "I want to go for a walk."

If you want to run, you have to take advantage of it now, otherwise you will definitely be asked by the police to make a statement later.

Walking out of the mall, it started to rain again outside.Yokohama is always cloudy and rainy this season.

Ranbu took out the umbrella from the small bag, opened it and held it over my head.

I lowered my hair in a daze, and he patted me on the back: "Qingxi, don't be downcast."

"Ok?"

"That would make you look shorter."

Another gust of wind blew up the hair on his forehead, and his smile was very reassuring.

I can't help but think of the day I first met him nine months ago.

At that time, I returned to Japan from Siberia, and after several twists and turns, I finally arrived at the platform from Yokohama to Kamakura.

It also rained that day, and I didn't bring an umbrella, so I got wet all over.

In the past ten years, I have returned to China only a handful of times, and I am no longer familiar with this place.

I already hated my last job, and I was extremely bored with the nagging former boss, Dosi.

It’s been ten years, and even the boredom is exhausting. The joy of my new life was too short, and I couldn’t survive two flights. Then I fell into another kind of confusion about the way forward.

Siberia will never go back, but I may not be welcome here.

——Because when I went through my backpack, I found that the bag was cut open and my wallet was stolen.

I have what little money I have left in my wallet, and I plan to buy some presents for my parents before I go home.

I asked the passengers waiting on the platform: "Excuse me, has anyone seen my wallet? It's purple, and the pattern on it is a rabbit."

I asked one by one, over and over again.

But no one said to see it.

I was soaked by the rain from top to bottom, but I still insisted on asking.

"Excuse me, have you seen my wallet? It's purple, and it has a pattern on it—"

Before the rabbit could say anything, the man swung the umbrella in his hand and splashed rain on my face.

He pointed his nostrils at me in a cocky gesture.

"Who the hell saw your wallet, can't you look at it yourself?"

I glanced at the people around me, and they were indifferent to it.Their expressions were all dull, and some even looked gloating—probably because I was annoyed by me just now.

I'm starting to hate this place called Yokohama.

Emotions for people tend to involve cities.

The man was still scolding me, obviously I asked him politely.

I remembered a sentence that Tuo Si often said to me.

[You have the right to purify anything before your eyes. ]

I changed this sentence into a lawless motto in my second year of middle school.

[Not to my liking, everything dissipates. ]

I slowly raised my hand and raised it in front of the middle-aged man.

He probably thought I wanted to hit him and hesitated for a while, but this movement was too slow, it really didn't look like hitting someone.

In fact, I really didn't mean to hit him.

I just... want him to disappear.

I can decompose any living or non-living body into countless atoms invisible to the naked eye.

This is the real disappearance, and it is impossible to leave even the ashes.

This is my supernatural power, which Tuosi called [purification].

The expression on the middle-aged man's face gradually became distorted: "Stinky girl, why are you pointing at me?"

I turned my head and looked at everyone's expressions carefully.

It remains the same.

no difference.

It rained non-stop.

...and I just, want to get my wallet back.

Just when I decided to disassemble him and slowly look for my wallet, a clear voice sounded from behind.

Lazy, unfamiliar, and somewhat childish, he should be a young man with a sunny personality.

"I can help you."

Help this word, no one has said to me for many years.

I turned around, and what came into view was a sky-blue umbrella and the graceful jaw of a young man protruding from under the umbrella.

He walked towards me, and I didn't see his face until he was in front of me.

He was very handsome, his eyes were slightly squinted, his face was full of confidence, and he repeated: "I said I can help you find your wallet."

The umbrella in his hand slowly leaned forward until it was on top of my head.

The heavy rain all over the world stopped abruptly.

I looked up, and under his umbrella, I saw a blue sky.

……

He quickly helped me find the thief, that vicious middle-aged man.

Someone helped call the police, and I bowed to him when the wallet was returned to me.

He pouted: "I found the wallet for you, so why don't you thank me verbally?"

Seems very unhappy.

I thought about it, opened the wallet, and took out all the banknotes in it to him.

Then half of each person, the wallet belongs to me, and the money belongs to him.

His mouth pouted even more fiercely.

"Who asked you to give me the money?" He raised the umbrella in his hand, "You can take me home, I can't find the way, I will tell you the address."

I was stunned, I really couldn't connect the clever detective just now with the confused guy who couldn't find his way.

"I've just returned to Japan, so I may be a little slower to find it."

"Better hurry up, I want to go home and watch TV."

"Then I will try my best."

I can orientate myself in the snow, let alone in a city where road signs are everywhere.

So I don't understand why the clever detective can't find his way home.

I didn't bring an umbrella. We closed the umbrella. At first, he supported it. After walking for a while, he was tired, so he kept changing hands, and hammered his arm a few times from time to time.

I wanted to speak several times, but I was afraid of hurting his face, and finally couldn't help but said: "Sir, how about I hold the umbrella?"

He didn't mind, handed me the umbrella, said thank you, then took the candy out of his pocket and started eating.

We didn't communicate all the way, but it didn't prevent him from entertaining himself.

He is really an optimistic person, he would stop when he saw an earthworm crossing the road or two snails fighting.

There was a small sunny doll hanging from the handle of the umbrella, and when he poked the doll in the face, it suddenly turned into a rainy doll.

...It turned out to be a face-changing doll.

It was just a boring thing at first, but when I saw his bulging cheeks from eating candy, my mood became lighter.

"Sir, don't you know your name yet?"

"When asking someone's name, shouldn't you first declare your family name?" He turned his face and said, "My name is Edogawa Ranpo, and I am a super-powerful detective by profession."

"My name is Yuan Qingxi, and my occupation is—"

I was thinking hard, not knowing what my last job was.

"What is it?" He suddenly opened his squinted eyes, and I saw that his eyes were green and clear, "What occupation is it?"

"Yes..." My fingers touched the face-changing doll under the umbrella, and the crying rainy day doll immediately turned into a sunny day doll. "...Actually, I just graduated and I'm still looking for a job."

His opened eyes slowly narrowed again, and then he laughed.

"Oh, my house is here."

I stopped in front of his house, handed him the umbrella, and he waved.

"Give it back to me next time."

Because he was so close, his breath was like a breeze, blowing over my cheek.

He has eaten sugar, and the wind is full of sweetness.

The rain is gradually decreasing, and the sky is gradually recovering. It seems that all the haze just now will be thrown away, and it will become a new look.

Umbrellas are borrowed and returned, and we have become familiar with each other since then.