In Yokohama, I used a vest to make up the Saviors

A dismembered corpse of a woman is in the middle, the naked/exposed flesh has been cut off by something, leaving only a horrible skeleton, with a pool of blood spreading from the center, maybe it has been too long, or the kitchen has turned on the heater, The blood has coagulated into trembling tofu cubes.

The kitchen is very messy, the ceiling and the chopping board are full of blood, there is a small bench next to the frying pan, bloody handprints, bloody footprints, the size is large and small, and there is a bowl of cooked dishes on the vegetable table , Under the bowl is dried blood, flowing down the cooking table.

Yin Wuxian was stunned.

At dusk, the mother who smelled of blood and disinfectant, the woman with blue curly hair gently embraced him, and taught him how to cut meat and cook. In the end, the dishes were placed on the chopping board with white smoke, and no one took a bite , the woman squatted on the ground, holding him and crying, very noisy.

These memories are fuzzy and broken, and just like that, they reorganize in their minds in the light of the mess in the kitchen.

【Is this your memory】

"I don't know." The consciousness belonging to Yin Wuxian denied it like this: "This woman seems to be a nanny, but I remember that the nanny died in the garage, why is it in the kitchen?"

He was a little dazed in his heart, no matter what he thought, his memory didn't match up with this place, he murmured as if deceiving himself: "I forgot."

When everyone was staring at the kitchen, Osamu Dazai turned his head and looked at Funagawa Asaka, as expected.

The camellia-like girl, at this time, lost her usual frailty. She looked at the bloody scene indifferently, without any intolerance or disgust, and she didn't look like an underage girl.

Like an executioner who is used to life and death.

You can't say that... are you simply distracted?

"Asaka sauce?" Osamu Dazai asked tentatively, "What's wrong with you?"

Edogawa looked over at random, and noticed Funagawa Asaka's facial expression before he had time to adjust, and opened his eyes: "Impossible, the famous detective's deduction can't be wrong, but...you know the deceased, Asaka-chan .”

The eyeballs turned up to the left, indicating that she was recalling that her state when facing this corpse was different from other corpses, the difference was subtle, like an illusion.

Even if it had nothing to do with her, Funagawa Asaka at least knew about the corpse.

Ango Sakaguchi, as an agent of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, was originally collecting information as much as possible, and he heard it and looked over.

Funagawa Asaka blinked blankly, she repeated Dazai Osamu's words, and then realized: "Ah, because I remembered, I heard about this case."

Edogawa raised his eyebrows in disorder.

With Funagawa Asaka's strength, if she had heard about the case, how could she recall it for so long?

After all, detectives never forget the cases they solved.

"The reason why I didn't react right away was because the details didn't match up." Funagawa Asaka smiled. She went to the cupboard and took a spoon, squatted down next to the bloody tofu, and dug a spoonful of blood clots. The skin has turned black, but the inside is a bright cherry red: "the blood is sprinkled with salt."

Afterwards, she threw the spoon into the pool and slowed down her voice: "In the case I saw in the newspaper, the deceased should have died in the garage on the first floor. Neighbor, the motive is the deceased’s habit of playing music loudly through a stereo at night, so loud that he couldn’t rest.”

"It's impossible for this corpse to be crushed to death." Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, "It's not ruled out that the newspaper made false reports to conceal the truth."

"Only Qianxiangjiang knows." Osamu Dazai was thoughtful, putting on the appearance of a famous detective reasoning: "Maybe this is Qianxiangjiang's nightmare, because of the horror case I saw before, I was scared and left a psychological shadow. of."

Funagawa Asaka was speechless by his reasoning, and retorted: "Impossible, my nightmare is..."

Her words stopped abruptly, because no one wanted to talk about her terrible past.

Her nightmare was hiding in the closet, being splashed with blood on her face, and then facing her father's fallen body. The bloodshot eyeball fell out of the closet and lay on top of her father's body, looking up. Seeing Yu Sheng Yuzhi smiling in a pool of blood.

Here, it is clearly the 13-year-old Yin Wuxianle, a long-forgotten nightmare.

"I thought before the age of 13 was the best time of my life." Yinwu Xianle sighed in his heart: "I didn't expect it to be like this."

【Hello calm down】

Because I forgot, besides, a mere corpse, what can be called a nightmare.

When he was in the laboratory, the cold medicine, the weird music that caused headaches, and the suffocating days and nights in the organization were called nightmares.

In this scene, except for the strange and bloody death of the deceased, who seemed to be the nanny who took care of him since he was a child, there was nothing wrong.

Nanny only.

He couldn't even remember what he looked like.

"Asaka sauce?" Edogawa Ranbu watched Funagawa Asaka mention the nightmare, fell into a deep silence, and couldn't help waking her up.

"Sorry, I was distracted." Funagawa Asaka smiled reluctantly, her face slightly pale: "Let's talk about the case. The background of this family was introduced in the newspaper. The deceased was the nanny who took care of the young master all the year round. The young master is a single-parent family. Well, the hostess works outside the house all year round and doesn’t go home, after the nanny died, the hostess picked up the young master, and there is no news.”

"This woman is more than just a nanny." Ango Sakaguchi looked at the wrist of the corpse: "There are gun calluses, and the muscle lines also have traces of exercise."

"Mr. Sakaguchi." A female samurai named Harada opened the door and came in: "There is nothing abnormal downstairs, the doors, windows, and walls cannot be damaged. After the curtains are drawn, there is chaotic wind and sand outside..."

Before she finished speaking, it was as if some mechanism had been touched, the air rippled, the scene changed, the dirty kitchen looked brand new, and then the kitchen door was pushed open.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, and touched the completely new tabletop except for the rust.

is smooth.

A woman in a white coat whose face could not be seen clearly dragged a woman's leg into the kitchen.

There was a large blurred halo, making it difficult to see her face clearly, only the waist-length curly hair was half gray and half black, and it was unknown what color it was.

She threw the person to the ground, and then began to dismember the corpse. Using a small scalpel and a bone-chopping knife, she easily and skillfully turned the female corpse into the appearance she had just seen.

She put a few pieces of meat on the vegetable table and said something to the door.

Everyone looked towards the door, including Funagawa Asaka who knew who would be there.

A short-haired boy whose face and hair color could not be seen clearly was lying beside the door. He looked only twelve or thirteen years old. He stared at the bloody scene in the room for an unknown amount of time without saying a word.

Harada was puzzled: "This is the hostess and young master of this house?"

Why is it the same as the pervert/corpse murderer and his underage assistant.

Edogawa Ranpo gave an affirmative answer: "The newspaper Asaka said is a fake report that deceives people's ears, and this is the truth."

Ango Sakaguchi frowned, uncomfortable with the boy's quiet behavior.

Such a young child witnessed his mother kill the nanny...

【How are you】

[The system can provide you with services to eliminate the five senses]

"No need." Funagawa Asaka reluctantly hooked her lips, barely visible: "It's so rare to relive the beautiful memories of childhood."

This is a memory that he doesn't even remember.

【Don't force yourself】

"Ha, is that how you see me?" Yin Wuxian sneered in his heart: "Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."

It's just a long-forgotten past, no different from watching a movie.

At most, it's the feeling of seeing acquaintances in the play.

The woman beckoned, and the boy walked over obediently like a doll, was held in her arms, and placed on the small bench in front of the cooking table, covered in blood.

The next scene is a bit warmer, the dim sunlight that leaks through the kitchen cellophane shines on the mother who teaches her son how to cook, if the ingredients and the wreckage on the ground are ignored.

"This is simply challenging the limits of human physiology." Harada, with a high ponytail, kept frowning, her hand resting on the samurai sword, and the air pressure was very low: "Dismember the body, cook, and I won't be... "Let's eat.

She didn't say it, but everyone present obviously thought of this.

Edogawa randomly pushed the door closed by the woman just now, but couldn't open it.

Do I have to read it?

In the kitchen, the obedient mother and son are still teaching. The woman's voice is a little low, hoarse, and pleasant to hear. She softly teaches her child how to cook, and teaches him how to fill food from the refrigerator. Full stomach, done a mother, fast forward a dozen years to the duties of the professor.

"Not only childhood memories, but also cooking tutorials." Yinwu Xianle listened calmly: "She should be a researcher of the organization, she knows how to cook so well...I didn't expect that I was a black second generation."

Yin Wuxian gradually remembered.

The human brain is very interesting. The memory is deeply buried in an area that the owner cannot touch, until one day, when stimulated by something, it is exposed unexpectedly and scares the owner.

As long as he can remember, he has been living under the control of the nanny. Except for the difficult daily teaching and strange physical examinations, the nanny will not communicate with him, and he will not be allowed to leave this kind of villa. The curtains were drawn and the door was locked tightly.

Yin Wuxian always thought it meant parents he had never met. Although the nanny never told him about his parents, Yin Wuxian felt that he had parents.

This is what he saw in the book.

Human beings have parents.

【You said there is a possibility that your mother didn't know your existence before that】

[The evil organization created you without authorization in order to continue the gene of a high-IQ researcher]

[When your mother found out, she was furious, and single-handedly broke into the building where you were held, killed the guards who controlled you, and came to rescue you]

Funagawa Asaka's eyes fell on the hand of the woman holding the boy's little hand. It seemed a very warm scene, but in fact, the boy's hand was almost burned by the bubbling hot water.

"Who knows."

The vegetables and rice were ready, the boy stood on the chair, watching the woman busy, she weighed the vegetables into the bowl with some unfamiliarity, and made the soup with soft, fragrant and gentle hands, and the smoky white mist slowly rose.

Fortunately, there was no strange scene of eating as everyone imagined.

The woman just put the bowl on the vegetable table, then hugged the boy and cried, teardrops fell on the dirty bloody footprints, blurring the teardrops and burrs.

"It's really noisy." Yin Wuxian Yue commented as before: "And it's still inexplicable."

Although he commented this way, in fact, the woman's crying and choking were suppressed to the minimum, in line with all the stereotyped images of women, elegant, gentle, even the curvature of the chest is not large, and the sound of breathing is more detailed than just now. The decibels of the explanation sound are even lower.