Ranpo and Xiaowu have never quarreled.

Because my mother is here.

What surpasses the mother’s reasoning ability is her means of connecting the family. She is fair and majestic, and all her decisions are equal and reasonable. Dad, Ranpo and Xiaowu are very obedient to the results.

Mom, if you were here, you would have arranged everything. Let them hug each other and cry happily.

But he can’t seem to do it yet.

Edogawa Ranpo is the older brother, the older brother of Edogawa Satoru.

Because he is the elder brother, he has the responsibilities of an elder brother. If there is any pain, he must bear it first.

He took Edogawa Satoru’s hand.

These hands are tender and white, and the owner is no more than thirteen years old.

“Xiaowu, you’re a big boy now.”

When the white-haired boy heard his brother’s praise, he turned his head away embarrassedly, then turned back again and smiled widely.

His younger brother is handsome and tall, and he will definitely grow taller. He has a good temper and is well-behaved and polite. Although his personality is relatively passive, he is changing now. His personality will definitely become perfect in the future. He will have many friends and many girls will pursue him.

That’s certainly the case.

As long as Xiaowu can grow up.

The black-haired boy looked up at his brother who was a few years younger than him. He had a lot of things to say, and if he poured them out, maybe they would be enough to drown this house where only memories remained.

The mouth opened and closed.

Mingming had thought about it over and over again in the days before, and rehearsed the expressions and actions she would have when she saw her brother.

But when I actually saw it, all my emotions were messed up.

Ranpo thought that he was really not a qualified brother.

But his eyes were wet, so he had to lower his head, not wanting his brother to see him crying.

But time will not wait, he only has time before November 11st.

“follow me.”

He pulled his brother into their bedroom.

Nothing has changed here.

Ranpo and Xiaowu sat on the bed together. Their emotions had calmed down. Ranpo said, “I will tell you everything.”

His eyes, which had been narrowed into a slit for thousands of years, opened slightly, revealing a hint of sadness.

Edogawa Satoru saw his brother’s sadness, raised his head and smiled, holding his brother’s hand with one hand and gently patting Ranpo’s back with the other. He swallowed many times in his throat before suppressing his tears: “Tell me, I will listen carefully.”

The rhythmic beating reached my heart through the clothes, heating my skin.

“I anticipated some things a long time ago. Xiaowu, remember the deliberate murder reasoning question that dad gave that was faked as a car accident? Mom even recorded the video of it.”

Of course Edogawa Satoru remembered.

He even remembered the crying and laughter clearly.

My brother said that he had a premonition that his parents would die in a car accident. It was more of a “prediction” than a “premonition”.

Ranpo felt that this world was unreal.

There are many other reasons.

For example, he is not a person who likes children; he is very possessive and cannot stand other children competing with him for their parents; he also does not like to share his snacks and toys with children and will not sleep in the same bed with others.

“except you.”

Except for Edogawa Satoru.

His special feeling towards Edogawa Satoru is simply incomprehensible. Has it always been there, or did it come out of nowhere?
All the things he couldn’t do or didn’t want to do became interesting because of Xiao Wu.

Why must it be “Edogawa Satoru”?
He doesn’t understand.

It wasn’t until he grew up and started working as a detective that he learned that Yokohama had a well-known secret.

This kind of information is like a stone hidden in the weeds. It is of no use even if you find it.

He had no other thoughts except that it seemed familiar the moment he heard it.

Until his parents died, the ignorant Edogawa Satoru had no sadness, he had not realized “death”; while Edogawa Ranpo had already accepted it calmly, and even had the thought “it has come as expected”.

He himself condemned his own calmness!
But my mind suddenly became clear.

“This is a huge deception.”

This was the viewpoint put forward by Ranpo, so naturally it was up to him to verify it.

“I met Gojo Satoru on March 3th.” Edogawa Ranpo finally talked about Gojo Satoru.

After hearing what Gojo Satoru said, Edogawa Satoru was no longer surprised: “What was my brother thinking at that time?”

“I thought you would grow taller than me in the future…ah, no!” Ranpo covered his mouth in panic, and Xiaowu curled his eyes.

Ranpo also laughed.

“I imagined it was The Truman Show. After leaving Yokohama, I quickly denied it. You and Haibara have also had contact, why don’t you continue to investigate? If you continue to investigate with her, you will find that she once served as a window, and then discover my contact with Jujutsu Kai and Gojo Satoru.”

“Then I changed my mind.”

“I wonder if the whole world is fake—books can do that.”

Edogawa Ranpo bent down and pulled out the time capsule box from under the bed. He opened the box and found it was empty. Then he took out a crumpled paper from the inside of his clothes: “You got the news about the book in Yokohama from the Fuyuki City Police. This is the book of Yokohama. You can tear it off and use it.”

“Did you see the code? They’re all the same.”

Xiao Wu frowned.

[What does that mean? It’s all the same number, ’37’.]
Edogawa Satoru doesn’t quite understand the current situation.

“Do you know where I found it?”

Xiao Wu shook his head.

“It’s in this box.”

Xiao Wu has an impression of this box. When he was a child, he even wanted to throw it away because he thought the box was too ugly.

Ranpo handed the paper to Xiaowu: “There are dozens of them, you can look through them.”

As soon as Xiao Wu lowered his head, Ranpo covered the first picture with his hand and said, “Don’t look at this yet. Turn to the front one by one from the back.”

Ranpo turned the paper over.

“The first one is not my handwriting.”

Edogawa Satoru took a deep breath and turned to the top one.

His pupils shrank.

[this?!]
Vague memories appeared in my mind.

It is something that happened in the present world, but it is completely different from now.

The first one reads:

“Gojo Satoru chose to commit suicide at the age of 25 due to psychological problems when he was fighting against the traitor Geto Suguru.”

–

Is 25 a watershed in life?
Or is every year something more painful to accept?
Why does the ice cream I just bought slide off after a certain unspeakable angle?

If he was in the mood to catch it, would catching the ice cream make him happier?
Gojo Satoru stood at the door of the convenience store, staring at the ice cream that had fallen on the ground for more than five minutes. It had already turned into colorful water, which did not give him any appetite and even made him feel nauseous.

What should I do to make myself happy?

Gloomy weather, dark clouds, a bored man, and an extremely boring task.

If you look closely, the clothes on his body are also ugly. Why are the special materials in the world of magic all black? Isn’t colorful the best way to adjust the mood?
The puppets above are all mindless, so how can they consider whether the people below need fashion?

“Let me see if anyone liked my comment~” Gojo Satoru opened his phone.

The clicking sound of fingers hitting the phone is a bit disgusting. Gojo Satoru was thinking wildly. It’s a bit like the acid rain hitting his raincoat when he doesn’t have an umbrella. Pandas sometimes complain about heavy rain. Are pandas really cute? The one in school couldn’t be a human in a leather case with a dirty old man inside? People in the middle school like particularly cute looks, right? In terms of appearance, he is still the best, but the one who is popular is another one. Gojo Satoru stopped making associations.

Speaking of modern times, Twitter and other technologies are definitely the best examples of technological progress. They have magnified the desire to share that is written in human DNA onto a broader stage. It is really amazing.

The latest one didn’t even have a like. I wanted to chat with someone, only to find that the other person had blocked me.

Really bad.

Awful.

He turned on the dial unconsciously, but he didn’t know who to call.

The work is boring.

The game is boring too, it becomes boring after playing it too much.

I travel a lot on business, and have become accustomed to eating similar delicious food from different places.

Not interesting.

Life is so boring.

He tapped his head. Lately his thoughts had been wandering off to dangerous places.

This cannot continue.

Is there no fun in this world?
“Hi, long time no see, Satoru.”

Incredible.

But he quickly came back to his senses.

Gojo Satoru turned around, and the neon light was printed on the man’s face, a look that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

That bang is really weird, appearing on his smooth forehead, it’s like Tanjiro from JOJO mixed with Demon Slayer. But the five-stripe cassock on him is even weirder than his bangs. Compared to this, he looks better in the Jujutsu uniform, which is slim, neat and imposing.

“What a coincidence.” Wu replied lazily.

He lost interest in the fight and didn’t even bother to pretend the slightest bit of hostility.

The puddle on the ground reflected the gray sky. He stepped on it and the splashing water splashed on the clothes of the person opposite him. The person opposite him chuckled with a hint of sarcasm: “Gojo Satoru, you are still so childish.”

He was in a good mood again.

“Glass doesn’t think so. She thinks I think too much and wants me to see a psychiatrist.”

“Then you should listen to the doctor.”

“No!”

“My classmate is so willful. As a friend, I will be very distressed.”

“You said we were friends. Now we are not friends anymore.”

Gojo Satoru shut up. He realized that if he said that, the good atmosphere would end.

“Is it not anymore?” Gojo Satoru heard the man sigh, “I thought…”

What do you think?
Do you think my choices make sense?

boring.

This world is boring and dead.

Gojo Satoru squatted down and stopped talking to the man.

The man left for a while, and when he came back he handed the popsicle to Gojo Satoru: “Are you in a bad mood?”

“I don’t want to eat.” He shook his head.

“If you don’t want to eat it, don’t eat it. Look how spoiled you are.” The man bit off one-third of the popsicle in one bite.

Why is the traitor so arrogant? Gojo Satoru was speechless.

But he still had no desire to fight. One day, he suddenly lost the initiative, and little by little, he lost more and more.

He seems to be ill.

The root of the disease is in the brain, and he will have to get rid of it sooner or later.

“If you are sick, go see a doctor as soon as possible. Don’t let Mr. Yega and Naoko worry.” Xia Yujie waved his hands, and the friction of clothes rustled. “No, just pretend I didn’t say anything. I really can’t do anything like comforting you.”

He was wearing a monk’s robe and smiling like a cult leader: “Have you ever considered betrayal?” He was trying to stimulate Gojo Satoru and cheer him up.

Rebellion?

Gojo Satoru stood up, took off the black cloth covering his eyes, and gestured to Geto Suguru.

Murderous intent is rampant.

Too much excitement…

There is no guarantee that Geto Suguru can fight Gojo Satoru without being killed.

Countless cursed spirits appeared around him. “I just came out to buy some things. I have to go back early.” He commanded the cursed spirits to surround Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru did not use any spells, but instead used his unlimited strength to knock the cursed spirits away one by one.

Geto Xiayou: “Hey, my cursed spirit is not your punching bag!”

Gojo Satoru fought with Geto Suguru at close range, and they clashed for a few moves before separating.

Wu stopped and made a tent. The rule of the tent was “No entry for sorcerers”, and he didn’t want to be seen by the Supervisory Department.

Geto Summer Oil was shocked.

He seemed to realize that what Yega and Ieiri said about Gojo Satoru not being normal recently was right…

“Do you really want to go see a doctor?”

Gojo Satoru didn’t say anything, he rushed towards Geto Suguru and punched him.

Xia Youjie narrowly avoided the “茈” and then realized that Gojo Satoru was serious!

He took out the Tenshoku Hoko and stabbed at Gojo Satoru. Everything happened just as usual – the white-haired man suddenly stopped casting spells, and his bottom line disappeared. The weapon didn’t have time to stop and pierced into his head without any hindrance.

Xia Youjie was stunned and then panicked.

Gojo Satoru held the weapon, he coughed and laughed, blood oozing from the wound, mouth and eyes.

“Satoru, don’t move, Satoru!” Xia Youjie had to let go of his weapon and watched Gojo Satoru stagger back a few steps.
“Ah… betrayal? It’s a good idea when you think about it.” His eyes had lost their brightness. The eyes that had been expanding the sky were now misty. Gojo Satoru held his weapon, “Why didn’t you call me earlier for such a fun thing?”

He is still trying hard.

Cut yourself apart with force.

Geto Xiayou watched Gojo Satoru draw his weapon without hesitation: “No!!!”

Puff—something fell down.

It is half of Gojo Satoru’s face and weapon.

The man with only a body and half a head left was still grinning: “Let the magic world think I’m dead.”

“Isn’t this a rebellion? Go, go, go.”

“Go faster.”

“Jay.”

Get away. Xia Youjie cursed, and his stupid brain started to work. He tore off his sleeves to wrap Gojo Satoru’s head to stop the bleeding, and picked up Gojo Satoru and went back to the high school to find Jiaru Nishiko.

–

The account faded.

Something moved on the ground.

The man with sutures on his head stood next to the blood clot and smiled sinisterly.

(End of this chapter)