I held the flashlight and searched from room to room.
Because the air is full of dust, the weak light from a flashlight can be refracted very far.
The corridor is long and there are many rooms.
But having so many rooms did not make my investigative work much more difficult.
Because the doors here are so old, the locks would fall off if I hit them lightly with my elbow.
Opening the door, the furnishings in all the rooms are so simple that there are no furnishings, so that you can see to the end at a glance.
As I walked, I gradually became a little disappointed with this reading pigeon. After all, according to the data, it used to be a large company in the famous town of Yokohama, but why did it leave nothing after it went bankrupt?
My pace quickened, and my eyes became more careless.
Finally, after reaching the door of a house, I hit the door lock with my elbow as before. But this time, to my surprise, the door lock was not opened by me.
I raised my eyebrows, a little surprised.
I bent down, took out the pistol from my waist, and gently scraped off a layer of rust on the door lock with the end of the pistol muzzle.
Ordinary rust has a very soft texture, but this "rust" seems to be even softer.
It's so soft that if someone walks by it, the air flow will cause it to fall off a few chunks.
I scratched the door lock nervously. After all, such an abnormal phenomenon reminded me that there must be a ghost here.
Finally, after scraping off the thick "rust" on the surface of the door lock, I finally saw its true appearance: the lock looked new at first glance, and the silver-white surface reflected a faint light. However, if you look carefully, you will find a little rust on it.
I pursed my lips and thought, and finally decided to take the lock back.
I put the pocket watch next to the door lock and used my powers to age the door panel. Then, I pulled it gently, and with a "crack" sound, the door lock clicked.
I gently turned the door lock with my hand and slowly stepped into the house.
The interior of the house is not clean either. Just like the lobby outside, even my gentle steps will stir up layers of dust.
But one thing that makes me happy is that this room was not moved as clean as the others, but a set of worn sofas, chairs and desks were left behind. And on the desk, there was an equally old laptop.
Looking at the logo on the brand of this computer, it seems that it is a very old brand. It's just that as a time traveler, I don't know much about Yokohama's past, so I can't easily judge its specific age.
I ignored the computer for the time being, reached out and opened the drawer on the desk, and took a closer look.
The things in the drawer are arranged more neatly than I imagined, with files arranged alphabetically and some memos.
I glanced at it a few times, and most of them were novel outlines and drafts, nothing special. So, I turned around and looked at the drawer on the other side.
This side is a little messier than that side, probably because they are all small objects.
I stretched out my hand and looked through: keys, chain, glasses case...
Finally, in the corner of the drawer, I found an old-fashioned USB flash drive.
Seeing this, I quickly put it into my close-fitting pocket to prevent it from being lost.
Da da da--
At this time, the sound of footsteps not far from the corridor attracted my attention.
Listening to that voice, there must be several people coming. They were probably all wearing leather shoes or something like that, so they must not have been sent by the detective agency for support.
My muscles all over my body suddenly tensed up, I arched my legs, hugged the laptop closest to me, and shrank under the table.
Sure enough, the group of people did not stop in front of the empty room I had opened, but rushed all the way to the room where I was.
When they arrived at the door of my house, the group seemed to have seen the door lock that I had already removed. After the sound stopped for a moment, the creaking door opened again: They came in!
I was very nervous, and my heart seemed to be eager to come out and appreciate the world. But there was no way, I had to shrink my legs again and again.
"Go over there and take a look." The leader said, and seemed to point his gun in my direction.
As soon as he finished speaking, the footsteps got closer and closer to me. Finally, he stopped in front of the table where I was.
The man stood in front of the table, completely dark. By coincidence, it blocked the few lights, which made me breathless.
Because I was so nervous, the buzzing sound of electricity started to sound in my head again.
He opened the drawer, and when he saw that there was nothing there, he opened the other side.
"Nothing special," he replied.
After saying this, he walked away from the table.
Seeing this, I often breathed a sigh of relief.
The chaotic footsteps finally moved away from me. Only after the sound was completely silent did I dare to get out from under the table.
At this time, the legs were already extremely weak.
I tentatively took a few steps forward, and suddenly, a hand suddenly landed on my shoulder.
I shivered and was about to shout out uncontrollably when my other hand quickly and powerfully covered my mouth.
"Siye-kun, if you shout like this, others will find out." Dazai Osamu reminded with a smile.
I nodded and pointed to Osamu Dazai.
Dazai Osamu let go of his hand and stared at me lightly, as if waiting for me to report what I saw and heard.
"Mr. Dazai, I found this computer and a USB flash drive." I said, speaking very fast.
"I understand, let's go, that's enough," Dazai Osamu nodded and said, seeing my hesitation, he added, "It's not a good place to stay for a long time, the port mafia is outside."
Port Mafia!
My pupils shrank suddenly, my lips murmured a few times but didn't say anything, and finally I blinked a few times and said, "I understand."
On the way out of the building, I was surprised to find that Osamu Dazai could walk without making any noise.
Moreover, his face was relaxed, and he could not tell that he was in such a critical situation.
"Fortunately, the mafia did not surround this building." Finally walking out of the building, I sighed with relief and sighed tiredly.
"I guess the mafia didn't expect the detective society to come." Dazai Osamu looked leisurely.
"By the way, did Mr. Dazai find anything?" I asked.
"Hmm... No, Si Ye-kun, you are so lucky!" Osamu Dazai said. His eyes were empty, and his tone was unusually sharp and lively.
"Mr. Dazai," I shouted helplessly, "you didn't do any investigation at all?"
"Ahaha, how could it be possible... Mr. Si Ye, I want to eat hot pot..."
"Mr. Dazai..."
"Hot pot! Hot pot!"
Osamu Dazai shouted, raising his hands in excitement and running forward. And I could only watch helplessly as the adult male in front of me ran further and further away.
He is obviously a genius who can subvert Yokohama, why does he seem so unreliable?
