How my bad friend and I survived in Yokohama

Very strange.

too weird.

Ranpo Edogawa, now 12 years old, glanced at his parents who were playing a crime-solving game, and frowned slightly.

This sense of incongruity...

—— Reasoning from the beginning, the sense of timeline confusion, memory, the beginning and end of this day...

"Hello."

Strolling towards the door, a boy with dark curly hair wrapped in bandages smiled secretly, and the hem of his kimono was rolled up a few times.

"Mom, I have a friend here!" The future famous detective rushed out the door, his mother blinked behind him, and whispered, "Ranbu has a secret too."

My mother found out that I was lying.But it doesn't matter, what matters now is the boy - he must be a key part of the decryption.

Ranpo stopped, and the 8-year-old child in front of him didn't speak, but observed himself with curiosity and a smile, then reached out and touched Edogawa Ranpo's forehead lightly.

Extraordinary ability, [Disqualification in the World].

Mr. Detective's pupils constricted.

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Horihazou escaped from the memory palace.

Considering the necessary survival issues, he tried to hide from the villagers as much as possible, relying on some moldy bread in the warehouse of the Hori family to satisfy his hunger-but this is not an option, the bread will always be eaten one day, and it is impossible for anyone in the village to adopt him.

Then he went to the cemetery.

It's a very simple concept, if you can't live, you can die. In the books Ye Zang reads, there are always characters who must live.But Hori thinks that what is alive is so what is dead, because he does not have the fetters of the characters in the book, and there is no difference between life and death to him, just a conscious hell and a meaningless hell.

In the cemetery, at least you can eat some tribute before you die.

"Ah, you are the child of the Hori family, right?"

It was the old man's voice, and Horihazo turned his head, not feeling any malice from the voice of the other party.

"I'm Yamane Xinmei, the gravekeeper here." The old woman said, her eyes were very gentle, "Are you coming to see them?"

"…no."

"If you want to see it, it's the Hori family's tomb over there."

She squatted down and stood side by side with the little Horihazo, not paying attention to the pair of heterochromatic pupils.

No one dared to go to Hori's house to move the ashes and charred corpses, so there was a high probability that the old man cleaned them up in the middle of the night.

"What's the point?" Horihazo said.

"It doesn't make any sense," Yamane nodded, "but when a person dies, there must be a place to pretend."

Horihazo thought about it thoughtfully, although he was precocious - 4 years old was still a little too early.Unable to figure out anything, he looked at the Hori family's tomb with his messy silver hair on his head. After looking around, he sat down in front of the tomb of the guy who always sent things to the liquor store, and began to eat the food that the old grandma put on his grave apple.

"There's a bed in the room next to me." Yamane Xinmei smiled, ignoring Ye Zang's rude behavior, and walked away by the light from the lamp.

Why die when you can live?Horihazo unceremoniously occupied the bed in the next room, and had a rare and peaceful sleep.

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Horihazo temporarily pulled himself out of the memory palace, touched the door of the liquor store, pushed the handle and slipped out, and found a place to make a phone call at the back door of Hori's house.

He pulled the number on the dial, and the unique innate skill of hyperamnesia prevented him from forgetting the string of phone numbers.

"Hello? This is Mrs. Yamane Shinya."

"Hello," Horihazura adjusted his vocal cords and pretended to be the voice of the village head*, "This is XX Village. Yes, I am the Yamaguchi Mrs. Xinmei helped. Mrs. Yamane Xinmei is not in good health recently. , can you see when to pick her up, 8:[-] tomorrow? Okay. Goodbye."

(I told my sister not to go to that kind of village to guard the tomb! Set off now to pick her up! It’s too much!)

When I hung up, there was a complaining sound from the other side of the phone-it was a very good relative.

Nobumi Yamane died in winter when Horihazo was 5 years old.

Her act of adopting Horihazo was discovered by the villagers who were constantly harassed by the underworld. The resentment made people blind, and Yamane Xinmei died under the chaos.

In the new world, don't encounter the disaster called Horihazou again.

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The author has something to say:

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*: Chapter 8 said that Hori-chan can falsetto—but don’t learn it if you’re underage!Here is the error demonstration!It's Hori-chan who must have a false voice for necessity!Underage false voices will cause irreversible damage to the vocal cords!Daba!

Yamane Nobumi, who appeared once in No.16 Horihazo's past (laughs), is a very good old lady with thick lines.

Wicked Little Theater:

Horihazo: You kindly gave me something, and I will go to your grave to eat tribute after I die, don't worry.