Clow is perfect

Have you heard of déjà vu?

It is a feeling of déjà vu as if you have experienced something or a scene that you have not experienced before.Some scientists have explained that this is because the brain has previously associated such images in its mind, so when encountering similar scenes, they will overlap and emerge.

But in any case, what is certain is that this is a scene that has been fantasized in the past, and then there is such an association at this moment.

Osamu Dazai is not a person who fantasizes too much. He remembers what he has done, and he will not easily forget the guys he has seen. This kind of unrealistic fantasy concept is not related to people like him.Except for the old lady on the other side that he occasionally saw when he was in a coma, he had never seen that kind of hallucination that he had no impression of before.

But in the past two years, he occasionally had such a strange sense of déjà vu.

Obviously he lived alone, for some reason he looked at another room full of debris and felt that something was wrong.Obviously he only raised Akutagawa Ryunosuke, a student who liked to follow him, but he always felt that there would be another silent and shorter figure following behind him.Obviously he is not interested in those sweet things, but he will feel that the sweetness is subtly familiar.

There are also many strange things—the warm yellow light that he hates the most has become less annoying, subconsciously believes that the room assigned to him is a place where he can go back, drinking with Oda Tsukuru Wine will run back no matter how late it is...

What happened?

Could it be that, unknowingly, he has such a strong recognition and dependence on PortMafia?

Thinking of this possibility, Osamu Dazai felt nauseous.

How could it be possible to have such disgusting thoughts about that kind of place, only slimy slugs would work hard for Mr. Mori and still think so!

If he hadn't been sure that he was an anti-supernatural being who couldn't be affected by supernatural powers, Osamu Dazai would have wondered who secretly used some supernatural powers on him for these fleeting strange feelings.

If a relatively careless guy faced such a thing, he would probably regard it as an illusion, and then let it go and didn't care.

But Osamu Dazai is really a careful person who likes to control everything, such changes that are not under his control and the feeling that is fundamentally incomprehensible, aroused his interest after a long absence.

It was like entering a maze. Originally, he knew everything about the terrain here, and he was even able to take a leisurely walk.But a hidden room suddenly appeared in front of him, telling him that this is a mysterious place that he didn't know. After opening it, no one knows what will be there, maybe it's a precious treasure chest, maybe it's a terrible monster, maybe it's nothing. No.

How can we not arouse the desire to explore and seek?

For a person like him, the unknown is not scary at all except for being interesting.After all, the threat of death did not stop his curiosity.

Osamu Dazai started his own search journey in his spare time. He wanted to find out what kind of clues these strange déjà vu would lead to, and also wanted to know whether there would be any huge surprises waiting after this.

That was the plan.

The first step of exploration is blocked-Osamu Dazai can't find any traces other than these specious feelings.

There was no remnant of someone else living in the house; he investigated the people he had seen, and found nothing unexpected; the ability user with the ability to erase traces or replace memories could not fool the anti-ability The eyes of the victim, changing and erasing his memory out of thin air, not to mention that people with these two abilities have been strictly guarded by the government a long time ago; people contact.

All these seemed to tell Osamu Dazai that there was no such secret as he expected, those were just meaningless phantasms he saw when he was dizzy and ate too many strange things.

But it was this complete lack of clues that made him sure that this was not normal.

Even if it is a hallucination of misrecognition, it should leave reasonable associations or things he once felt, but he really doesn't have such memories, but he can really feel some changes.

It's almost like a complete book with characters crossed out, like a regular song missing a small note, like a missing piece in a magnificent puzzle, so everything has a subtle meaning. Dissonance and strange faults.

So, what exactly is that?Something he forgot, or something lost?

It was originally a small game to pass the time, but after a long time of getting nothing, it gradually became conspicuous and attention-getting.

Even after two years passed, he became impatient with the answers.

"Odasaku, you know..." Osamu Dazai stopped talking when he was in routine contact with his friends far away abroad. He quickly covered up his emotions and changed the subject, "The new one I will start soon There seems to be a good shop near the workplace, and their spiciness is not something ordinary people can tolerate."

The person on the other end of the phone also looked calm, patiently listening to this meaningless nonsense: "It sounds delicious, has Dazai tried it?"

"Of course! Oh, at the time I thought it would be too hot, but I didn't expect it to be just a stomachache for a while." The person in the light brown trench coat complained regretfully, with an expression of emptiness and indifference that his friends couldn't see for a moment.

"Maybe the spiciness is not suitable for you." Oda Sakunosuke calmly commented, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Dazai, have you found what you were looking for?"

"Huh? What? Am I missing something?"

"I don't know." Oda Sakunosuke replied quite confusingly, "I just feel that Dazai seems to be looking for something in the past few years."

"..." The black-haired, kite-eyed youth paused for a moment, then smiled as if he didn't care, "It's just a casual game, nothing worth caring about."

"It's fine if that's the case." The person who knew him quite well said, "Because sometimes you seem to be anxious about it for a while, although it's rare, I hope you don't bother too much."

"Did Odasaku have been watching those children in your family for too long, and I'm so moved to say such a thing?" Even if he couldn't see it, he could imagine the exaggerated expression of his out-of-the-ordinary friend.

Then the man seemed to change his face quickly again, and lowered his voice: "But don't worry, I will take care of it."

Speaking of this, Oda Sakunosuke can't say anything more, he can only make his own promise: "Dazai, if there is anything that cannot be solved, please remember to tell me. At least let me do something in return for you , took me away back then, and gave me a new place of residence so that I could try to write novels..."

"Oh, the signal here suddenly went bad. It seems that it is really difficult to contact abroad, so let's talk about it next time, goodbye Odasaku." Osamu Dazai dragged his voice, interrupting the gratitude that made him uncomfortable, He quickly finished his last words and hung up the phone.

That's right, it's just a no-brainer.

Osamu Dazai felt that it might be time for him to abandon those useless clue-finding plans, and he had a premonition that if this continued, things would become like a bottomless whirlpool, and his body and mind would be entangled in it.

However, the detective agency he is going to seems to have Mr. Detective who claims to be the most powerful in Japan.Since there is such a good opportunity, it would be a pity not to try it. Let's take it as the last farewell, and let the detective see if he can find the guy behind the scenes?

With such a calculation in mind, Osamu Dazai thought about how to carry out the entrusted plan, and closed his eyes calmly on the bed.

"The murderer is the man who cheated. Don't you know this kind of thing at a glance?" Sitting on the return train, the rather childish Mr. Detective complained angrily with a puffy face, "Obviously, Mr. Ranbu was invited. After going there, I still doubt my reasoning, I really don’t know what’s good and what’s wrong.”

"Don't be angry, Mr. Ranpo. Let's go eat delicious red bean pancakes together later?"

The teenager sitting opposite him smiled helplessly, as soft as the lake water blown by the breeze.

It was a handsome man, with jasper-like eyes and hair and fair skin, the whole person looked like a delicate hand-made doll, gleaming and beautiful under the sunlight.People passing by on the train will deliberately slow down when they pass by him, just to sneak a second look at this person.

But the person who was confronted by this beauty didn't seem to buy it, and he was still not very happy to talk about the case just solved: "Master Ranbu is really angry. I thought it was such a difficult problem to solve it, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to solve." It's just that. And those people don't understand Lord Ranpo's title of number one in the country, they are talking nonsense, and they want to keep you as a signboard, it really pissed me off!"

As he was talking, he suddenly turned his face and reprimanded the people next to him dissatisfiedly: "You don't need to hang around here all the time, you don't need to go to the toilet or see others, and you go back and forth three or four times and still watch here. , Get out of the way, your things will be taken away by thieves later!"

Those who had been robbed of their thoughts were startled, their faces blushed red with embarrassment, and they glanced at the beautiful young man who tilted his head in doubt as if he was about to say something, then he lowered his head to cover his face, and hurried back.

"Is it true? There will be thieves here?"

Seeing them run away, Edogawa Ranbu heard the words, and the young man who almost wrote the word puzzled felt more angry in his heart: "How could Mr. Ranbu say something wrong! Jing is really an idiot, Why don't you listen to Lord Ranbu and buy a more expensive seat? There are too many people here!" He stretched out his hand and poked that pretty face, angrily.

"Huh?" Jing touched the place where he was poked, and felt aggrieved, "But, it's because Mr. Ranpo kept yelling to eat this and that on the way, so we didn't have enough travel expenses, so we can only buy ordinary seats. And, obviously today There aren't many people here..." In the second half of the sentence, his voice gradually became weaker as he walked around and didn't look at his angry appearance.

"Mirror doesn't know anything." Edogawa Ranpo was angry quietly for a while, and after a while, as if persuading himself, he said this in a low voice, and then sighed, "But because it is a mirror, it is nothing. Know."

After saying this, he seemed to have calmed down, and suddenly turned his face away, and gave orders to the mirror: "Master Ranpo will also eat the new burger and ice cream, as well as limited-edition gifts."

In the past two years, I have figured out that this means that the anger has disappeared, Jing nodded obediently: "Okay. But after that, we can only go back to the detective agency." After all, if this continues, the extra expenses can no longer be paid. .

Mr. Detective, who doesn't like sports, didn't complain immediately this time. He just opened his emerald green eyes, looked at the scenery outside the window, and replied casually: "No."

Mirror has seen that kind of determined attitude many times. He didn't ask or question, but just responded calmly: "Yeah."

The atmosphere between the two of them calmed down for a while, as if they were used to getting along like this, so there was no violation or discomfort.

"Mirror, have you ever thought about that guy who doesn't remember?" Edogawa Ranpo, whose mind always seemed to jump, suddenly said, stared at him, and asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with the previous things.

This was the first time Jing was asked this question except two years ago. He subconsciously froze, then frowned, as if trying to understand this sentence that seemed to hide a riddle.

Edogawa Ranpo was not in a hurry, he squinted his eyes and waited quietly.

"Mr. Ranpo suddenly asked me such a question, and I didn't know how to answer it. Hmm... At first I probably cared a lot, because I knew what I lost, but I couldn't find it back." "I don't know if I should look for my original family members, and I don't want to stay with my friends all the time, so I came to Mr. Ranpo with almost nothing."

"After such a long time, I now live a fulfilling life every day. I was able to see a lot with Ranpo-san, and I also got to know everyone in the detective agency and received a lot of care. I feel that I have many precious things and memories. "He smiled a little embarrassedly, and said to the black-haired detective, "I don't feel lonely anymore, I'm really thankful that Mr. Ranpo extended his hand to me back then."

However, the detective who got the answer was not satisfied, and went over these touching words, pointed straight to the center, and gave a positive narrative: "So it's not like you didn't think about that guy again."

Looking at Edogawa Ranpo's serious expression, Kagami sighed, and told the truth: "It's not like that, Mr. Ranpo. It's just that if Mr. Ranpo has a friend whom he hasn't seen for a long time, or someone he has known but hasn't seen for a long time, , no matter how far apart, you can always miss, right?"

"But, for me, I don't know what the man I've forgotten was like."

"Mr. Ranpo, you are so smart, can you tell me? How can you miss someone who doesn't even know what he looks like?"