Another morning, I looked at the huge amount of new property in my bank card, and my mind suddenly went into a trance.
"Am I really not dreaming?" I murmured involuntarily.
never mind.
I shook my head and put my clothes in order in front of the mirror. After washing up, I did not go to the detective agency. Instead, I went to Detective Ayatsuji’s temporary residence to meet him as agreed with Dazai.
"I don't want outsiders to be involved in this matter."
When we arrived at our destination, Ayatsuji looked at me blankly for a while, then turned to talk to Dazai.
"Si Ye-kun is not an outsider~ and maybe he will be of great use." To this, Dazai responded like this.
"Really? But I always feel like he's going to screw something up."
"How is that possible? Come on, Si Ye-kun, perform a handstand for Detective Ayatsuji~"
"Mr. Dazai, please don't make such a joke..." I held my forehead and sighed.
"Tsujimura, bite back." Ayatsuji responded calmly.
"Huh?!" Tsujimura questioned loudly.
I lowered my head, shameless to look any further.
At first, I thought that when Ayatsuji and Dazai met, there would be a different kind of spark of wisdom. But looking at it now, it’s quite different.
"Tsk," Ayatsuji frowned, "Go if you want to, don't hold me back."
"Then let's go~" Dazai's tone was still very relaxed.
"Where to go?" Dazai and I walked side by side behind those two people, I asked quietly.
"Ayatsuji didn't say it, but I guess it's the Homing Pigeon Building."
"The Carrier Pigeon Building? Why do you want to go there?" I was confused and felt inexplicably worried at the same time.
"Si Yejun, do you still remember that doorknob?" Dazai half-closed his eyes against the sunlight.
"Door handle?" I lowered my head and thought carefully.
At this moment, the memory of Dazai and I exploring the Yuege Building for the first time suddenly came to mind. (See Chapter 18 USB Disk for details)
"I remembered!"
"Later, I took advantage of your absence to study the door lock carefully." Dazai casually put an arm on my shoulder. "Just looking at the appearance, it seems to be a product of the last century. But peel it off The outer shell, but the inside is almost brand new..."
"That's true."
"So Mr. Si Ye, you have to be careful. I speculate that there must be someone in the pigeon who has the ability to adjust time just like you."
Dazai's hand gently patted my shoulder, as if trying to attract my attention, but also seemed to comfort me.
"Then Mr. Dazai..." I raised my head with sad eyes, not knowing whether I should say the next words.
"It doesn't matter, just say it, Mr. Si Ye." His eyes were watery and he smiled bitterly.
"Is it because of me that the carrier pigeons have been harassing me?" I took off my glasses, trying to blur all my feelings about the world.
But because I keep rewinding my time, the prescription of my glasses doesn’t have much impact on me.
I gave in and put on a wry smile like Dazai.
"So what if it is? So what if it's not? Xiao Siye, you still have to live, you still have to grow up, and you still have to work hard to get what you want." He did not answer my question directly, but instead seemed to answer He muttered to himself as well.
"Then what if you find out that I'm just an accessory?" I still persisted.
"Then defeat the real master." Dazai answered quickly and decisively, even revealing a bit of murderous intent.
"I understand," I replied without any timidity, "Mr. Ayatsuji and the others are gone, let's follow them quickly."
"Yeah, okay." Dazai naturally understood that I didn't want to talk anymore. After simply agreeing, he followed my footsteps and approached the two of them.
I lowered my head and played the gloomy kid again.
I remember that when I returned to the past, the phrase "people who plagiarized my powers" was still deeply imprinted in my heart, coupled with the reactions of those previous pigeon personnel. I couldn't help but wonder if my appearance was related to homing pigeons.
The change of time determines the migration of location.
If I am an existence attached to him, then what am I?
One meaningless message after another kept popping up in my mind, and meaningless anxiety beat my heart.
"We're here, let's divide into three teams." Ayatsuji said.
"Three pairs?" Tsujimura expressed doubts.
"But there are four of us."
"Yes, I will work in a group. The remaining three of you can be divided into groups, or four groups, whatever." Ayatsuji nodded very naturally.
"Ah, okay, then Siye will be paired with Ms. Tsujimura~ Hey, I am very sad to lose the opportunity to be paired with a beautiful lady... Siye-kun, you have to work hard~" Dazai wiped it out sadly Non-existent tears blinked at me.
"Mr. Dazai..." I lowered my arms helplessly.
"No," Tsujimura's reaction became even more intense, "Detective Ayatsuji, you must not act on your own."
"Servant, you must behave like a servant." Ayatsuji's face was pale, and his whole body was filled with aura like a cloud, which was frightening and could not be ignored.
Although Tsujimura pretended not to admit defeat, her trembling fingertips clearly revealed her inner shake.
"Let's go, stop arguing," I pulled off Tsujimura's clothes and whispered in her ear, "Anyway, aren't there a lot of snipers from the Secret Service Department?"
After hearing my words, her expression changed drastically.
"how do you know?!"
"I know everything." I smiled obediently.
Actually, I don’t know, I just made a wild guess, and I specially imitated Dazai’s bewitching look.
"Let's go, Miss Tsujimura." I led her into the building with an involuntary tone.
Dazai was the last to enter, after scanning the surroundings with a sullen face.
Is he warning or exploring?
"Detective Ayatsuji was supposed to go to the first floor just now, so let's go to the second floor." Tsujimura took a deep breath, seemingly cheering himself up.
"Okay." I nodded. I actually want to see if the door lock that I broke last time is still there.
When we got to the second floor, the dust was still flying, almost exactly the same as last time.
Without the sunlight outside the building, the entire corridor looked even more gloomy.
However, when I came this time, the surrounding scenery seemed a little different. What was different about it...
I can't think clearly.
Tsujimura and I walked around for a long time, and we entered the houses that I failed to enter last time several times. There is nothing worth studying except some old information.
Tsujimura and I looked through them for a long time and found that they were just records of some published authors' information and useless articles, with little value.
But out of some other ideas, I still stuffed some information into my backpack.
Feeling that the information in this room was almost exhausted, Lashi and I walked towards the last room.
I visited this house last time, so I never led her here.
"The door here seems to have been damaged!" Tsujimura took out his pistol and loaded it.
"Don't panic, don't panic, maybe the previous employee left in a hurry and accidentally threw it away." I waved my hand and lied. I actually recognized that door as the one I had broken.
"No," she denied me. "If it had been damaged before, then there would be the same thickness of dust on the edge of the hole. But look, there is almost no dust on it!"
Indeed, I ran my fingers over the broken edges. There were no other foreign objects on the fingers except brand new sawdust.
I began to feel a little panicked, not because I was afraid that Tsujimura would find out that the detective agency had explored this building, but I gradually discovered something strange about this building.
Honey, isn't this a ghost building?
