"In your dream? What kind of plane are you doing?" I couldn't hold it back and mumbled.
"Sukasa~" Dazai rushed towards me from behind, biting every word of my name hard.
I was knocked staggering, but my rich experience kept me steady.
I turned around dissatisfied, and Dazai was looking at me mischievously, and pinched my shoulders twice without leaving any trace.
I understood, held my head and shouted: "Dazai-senpai, I will never be late again!"
"Yeah, you're a good boy if you know your mistakes and can correct them." He nodded with satisfaction and pointed to the other side of the sofa, "Go ahead, I'll leave this commission to you."
I gave him a surprised look, but the latter obviously didn't take it seriously.
Helpless, I had no choice but to walk towards Isshiki with trembling steps.
This petite lady was still staring at me intently, as if she was afraid that I would run away, or that I would suddenly pounce on her and take her life away.
I sighed secretly and complained in my heart: Miss Isshiki, look at my face, don't I look more like a victim than you?
But in line with the principle of taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others, I walked up to her respectfully and stretched out a hand: "Hello, Miss Isshiki, my name is Watanabe Miye."
"Hello." I saw her blushing and thought she was going to slap my hand and curse, but she was unwilling to do so. She said this weakly and shook my hand.
She is a gentle lady~
This sentence flashed through my mind without any reason.
It's like there is a Dazai dubbing in my head.
"That's right, Miss Isshiki," I clarified after sitting down, "I have always been an employee of the detective agency, and it has always been my responsibility to handle cases with unknown origins. Abnormal things like this that are open to the public, I would never do it. Having said that, when it comes to this matter, I am also a victim."
After saying this, I paused for a moment, but Isshiki still had a doubtful look on his face.
I continued: "So, please feel free to trust me and tell me all the unconventional things that have happened around you recently, okay?"
After saying that, Dazai whistled from the side.
"Well..." I don't know whether she was moved by me, or the little girl was really unsure and needed someone to rely on. After hesitating for a while, she told me everything she saw and heard.
Two weeks ago.
Isshiki and the other two members of the team went home separately after the routine performance. Not only were they good teammates on stage, but they were also good sisters in private. Unfortunately, their homes were too far away.
What's more, they are currently engaged in a very important task that must be completed by everyone: dieting and losing weight at night until everyone loses five pounds!
I frowned after hearing this, thinking that these women were really not fat at all, yet they still had to act like this...
Hey, no, why is she telling me this?
I nodded and motioned for her to continue.
But although Isshiki agreed on the surface and seemed to be really taking action, in fact, as soon as the sister group separated, she was carefully making extra meals for herself.
That day, she specially chose a Chinese restaurant.
The bright lights, the smoke of fireworks, and the smiling face of the proprietress aroused Isshiki's appetite.
Although she once saw on a social networking site that seaweed and egg drop soup is actually the most common dish, she still likes it so much that whenever she eats Chinese food, it must be paired with such a dish.
Today she ordered a bowl as usual.
She put her head over the blue and white porcelain bowl with satisfaction, and sniffed deeply with satisfaction.
Then, she saw a face.
It was a boy with glasses. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore black original-frame glasses. He had a handsome appearance and three-dimensional facial features. He was destined to be a handsome boy when he grew up.
But if it were just like that, Isshiki could be afraid and appreciate it a little at the same time.
But this young man's expression was very painful and pale. After looking ferocious for a few times, his eyes suddenly widened with anger and he kept cursing in his mouth. Suddenly, he picked up the gun and lunged forward, as if he was about to come out of the bowl.
Isshiki screamed and knocked over the bowl of soup.
"Please wait a moment."
I held my forehead, although I felt very happy when I heard a beautiful woman compliment me. But she talked about too many elements, and my thoughts were very confused, so I had to interrupt her first and pick out the most obvious ones to ask.
"Didn't you say you saw me in your dream?" I asked.
"Don't be impatient, just listen to me slowly." Isshiki's tone was leisurely and unhurried.
For a moment, I felt that the client was me.
The panicked Isshiki immediately felt that he could not continue to eat this meal, so he packed up his things and returned home.
I have to say that this girl is also very generous. After returning home, she made herself a bowl of miso soup. After drinking it, she fell asleep.
Late at night, in a dream.
The bizarre barrier, the lady who looks like a ninja, and the graceful figure are extremely athletic and have absolute strength.
Isshiki was surprised to find that this person turned out to be herself.
Then he raised his head.
Opposite her were six people, five standing and one lying unconscious.
Without exception, these five people standing were dripping with blood, and their faces were pale and desperate.
Isshiki immediately targeted one of the six people - the boy in the soup.
The young man's expression coincided with that of Tang Li, and he was walking toward her with a swaying step.
Isshiki wanted to open his mouth to ask why, but the body used a long sword and kicked the boy back to where he was.
She felt like her butt was on fire and tried desperately to help the boy up, but the world gradually turned dark with every breath she took.
When he finally couldn't see it at all, Isshiki woke up and found that it was actually a dream.
But this was all too real. A thin layer of sweat had formed on her head and her breathing was very rapid.
"At that time, I still regarded this as a nightmare. I never thought that the people in this story were real." Isshiki's fists were clenched tightly and placed on his knees.
"What happened next?" I was so fascinated that I forgot to breathe.
Later, Isshiki dreamed of the boy in the soup again.
This time Isshiki was a bystander in the crowd, looking at him covertly through the crowd of heads.
The boy's face was filled with youthful confidence, he was leaning on the electric lamp and staring at a kidnapper and hostage in the center of the crowd.
For some reason, Isshiki always felt that this dream happened before the last one.
When he came to his senses, the young man was about to take action. He was going to save the hostage!
The kidnapper was obviously not a cheap man either. He met the young man and struggled with him.
At this time, the crowd in front became commotion, and Isshiki had no choice but to retreat.
Her vision went dark, and she was pushed to the ground by someone unknown.
Don't panic, this is just a dream anyway.
However, the moment this idea appeared, someone stepped on her face, causing a sharp pain that made her wake up, and the dream disappeared.
After Isshiki woke up, there was still a faint feeling of sympathy on his face.
She took out her phone, turned on the front camera and took a picture, and was shocked to find a bruise in the shape of a shoe sole across her face.
At this time, it was still a week before she came to the detective agency.
