I'm Not a Detective

It was now past eight o'clock in the evening. Qingjian Liuli pouted and walked out of the Nanahara family's house. She was blown by a small breeze and looked around at the dim street lights and the swaying shadows among the swaying trees. Then she thought about the "ghost story" she had just heard. ", subconsciously I felt a little nervous and quickly fled back to my home.

She habitually yelled "I'm back" at the door, took off her round-toe leather shoes, and headed back to her room.

Seeing that Xiangzi was packing her things in the living room, Qing Qing stopped her and asked, "Have you eaten at Nanabahara-kun's place again?"

Qingjian Liuli was still thinking about whether there were "unclean things" in the world, so she stood at the stairs and said casually: "Yes, Mom, what's wrong?"

Qingmi Xiangzi said speechlessly: "What did you say? How many times have you had dinner at his house? I haven't seen you during dinner time for more than a week."

Qing Jian Liuli was stunned for a moment, then she tried to find an excuse and muttered: "Didn't you ask me to take care of him? So I cook for him every day, and we eat together after cooking."

Qingmi Xiangzi said angrily: "I did ask you to take care of him, and I didn't ask you to eat at his house all the time!"

Qingjian Liuli was unhappy and said, "If you don't want to, forget it. Then I won't take care of him anymore. Can you come back for dinner?"

"Forget it, forget it, it's right across the street anyway. You can eat wherever you like, but he lives alone, so you have to be careful not to burden him." Qingmi Xiangzi actually does not object to her daughter's association with Takeshi Nanabahara. It doesn't matter. It's a common phenomenon for Japanese college students to interact, and the success rate is quite good. Parents and schools rarely interfere with it, and it is just regarded as a normal experience in life.

At this time, the legal age for marriage for women in Japan is still 16. It is common for them to go on blind dates and get married after graduating from high school. Now they are strictly guarded and do not let their daughters have contact with boys. Since they have no relationship experience, it is even worse to grow up to be a fool.

Qingmi Xiangzi just warned: "Your father's friend sent you a few legs of lamb. You can bring two over tomorrow. I will give you a recipe. You try to make it. Don't just eat other people's food. You can't make friends like this." Do you understand?"

Qing Jian Liuli had no objection. Her father had enough bad friends and often gave him some messy things. It was better to let Takeshi Qingyuan cook them than let his own mother ruin them.

She said directly: "I know, is there anything else? Mom, if it's okay, I'm going to do my homework."

"Go, go!" Qingmi Xiangzi didn't want to lecture her eldest daughter too much, lest she become a grudge when the child grows up. Anyway, Takeshi Nanahara lives across the street and seems to be a very decent person. With her watching, nothing big will happen. .

Qing Jian Liuli hurried upstairs, but after taking two steps, she came back and asked curiously: "Mom, what are you packing for? Are you going on a long trip?"

"It's not me, it's your dad. The Sapporo Department of Science, Culture and Education seems to have asked him to organize the re-editing of some book. It takes four or five hours a day to commute back and forth. It's too troublesome, so he plans to live in Sapporo for a while." Qingmi Xiangzi was very happy. He said indifferently, "Don't worry about anything, I've bought accident insurance for him."

"Oh, that's it." Qingjian Ruri didn't care anymore. Anyway, her father usually hadn't gotten up when she went to school in the morning. She slept with her father until he came back drunk. Sometimes he couldn't see her once a week. He went to Sapporo. It’s okay to stay there for a while.

She didn't care about such other things at home. She went upstairs to take a bath and change clothes. She put her hair up and put a big bun on her head before sitting down at the desk and writing quickly. She finished her homework quickly and stuffed it back into her schoolbag without caring whether it was right or not. Then she took out "The World" "The Detective Collection of Miss Ruri Moss, the Most Beautiful Detective", I read it from the beginning.

The corpse buried in a flowerpot case, the ten-yen coin case, the blackened town referendum case, and the famous painting forgery case, a total of four cases are very complete, and they are completely based on reasoning. Miss Rurimo is thoughtful and wonderful. , does not involve any supernatural elements at all, it is an absolutely epic masterpiece.

When she reached the end of the famous painting forgery case, she looked at Takeshi Nanabahara who had just fallen into the sewer and had a big split and was forced to use crutches. No, it was Watson Nanabahara. She snorted proudly - Takeshi Nanabahara dared to take it. She blocked the situation, and they reconciled at that time, and everyone became friends again, but of course she was still unhappy, so she arranged this drama for him. Next time he dared to cheat her, she would let Watson Qihara use a wheelchair.

She looked at the miserable Nanawara Watson on crutches, with a slightly cunning smile on her face, but she quickly picked up the pen and continued writing, completing the famous painting forgery case, so that Miss Liuli Moss also got a famous painting. Qi Yuan Watson, who is as stupid as a dog, lazy as a pig, loves money as much as his life, has a bad personality and is on crutches, can't tell the truth from the lies. He can only be confused, keep asking pitifully, and then talk about today. The strange story told by Mariko Aikawa changed her name, changed her surname, moved to Tokyo, and recorded it, and she fell into deep thought while reading it.

Does this count as a case?

At first glance, it sounded like it was haunted, but it was related to a murder case. However, it seemed unlikely that it was related to the murder case. The old lady was twenty kilometers away from the crime scene. How could this be related?

Because of some inconspicuous little object?

Or is it purely a coincidence?

I must observe carefully when I go to Bichuan's house tomorrow, and I must try to find something this time.

If you make a discovery, you must speak it out loud. You can't just listen to that guy's nagging all the time. You must also teach him a lesson.

But what if it’s really a supernatural event…

Seeing that Liuli couldn't sit still, Qing Qing subconsciously looked back behind her, and suddenly felt that the room was so quiet. She quickly stood up and went to look through the bookcase, ready to check if there was anything to say about folk customs.

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The time soon came to the afternoon of the next day. Qingmi Ruri put on her hiking bag again and stood in the shoe cabinet waiting for Takeshi Nanabahara. But Takeshi Nanabahara was still the same, it took him four or five minutes to wander down, but this time he felt it. Chin, seems to be thinking about something.

Qingjian Liuli took his schoolbag and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Takeshi Nanabaru mused while changing his shoes: "There were two girls who were talking about the friendship next to me just now. It's not normal."

Qingjian Liuli said strangely: "Sororities are very common. Girls talk about what's wrong."

Takeshi Nanahara hasn't let down his guard yet: "No, this is the fourth time this week. Eleven girls in the class have talked about how fun it is to join the sorority near me. I always feel that someone is plotting against me, but I haven't thought about it yet. You know what they can do against me, I basically don’t talk to girls in the class, I always keep them at arm’s length, and my personality is that of a nerd, how could they come after me?”

Seeing Liuli, Qingqing felt inexplicably happy. She hummed twice and said directly: "You are so sensitive, just ask them directly. It's not a big deal, and you have to think so much..."

Takeshi Nanahara glanced at her: "You brainless guy, they are obviously waiting for me to talk to you and want to kidnap me to attend the sorority party. If I go to talk to you, won't I just throw myself into a trap? If they are trying to trick me, I will I don’t want to be stained with rotten peach blossoms.”

Qingjian Liuli was a little unhappy after being scolded. She didn't want to deal with this lunatic anymore and said disdainfully: "Okay, okay, okay, you are the only one who is the heartthrob. It seems that others care about you. Change your shoes quickly. Miss Bichuan may Already waiting for us.”

"That's right, let's finish the work first and we'll talk about this later." Takeshi Nanahara changed his shoes and said directly, "Let's go and visit Bichuan's house."

Qing Jian Liuli was following him, looked at him from side to side, and asked with concern: "Are you going directly like that? Don't you need to prepare anything?"

Takeshi Nanahara gave her a strange look: "Are you ready to hear this?"

Qingjian Liuli patted the side of the hiking bag and whispered: "I brought a short wooden stick."

"Are you going to club the ghost?"

"Just in case, if there is really a supernatural incident, and you are a fake psychic, you will definitely be the first to escape. I have to prepare something for self-defense!" Qingjian Liuli touched the mountaineering bag with his backhand, as if he felt safe Really +2, he muttered, "I checked the book last night. The book said that human blood has spiritual power and that when applied to a wooden stick, it can hit ghosts."

"It's up to you. Stay away from me when the blood is drained. Don't splash me all over." Takeshi Nanabahara didn't care what she planned to do and knocked on his forehead. "Anyway, I just need to carry my head. With it, everything is no problem." ."

Qing Jian Liuli tilted her head and curled her lips, deciding that if something strange happened, she would never cover his escape and see what he would do.

The two of them arrived outside the school gate while talking and arguing. As expected, Mariko Aikawa was already waiting. When she saw them coming, she quickly invited them to get in the car. After saying a few polite words, she started the vehicle and drove to her home.

Seeing Liuli still sitting in the passenger seat, Qing looked at her and asked with concern: "How were you last night, Miss Bichuan?"

"You call me sister, and I'll call you Liuli. Let's not use honorifics." Mariko Aikawa was probably a white-bones person on the surface, but her personality was not strong at all. She said while driving, "Last night was fine, nothing happened." It's okay, my grandmother doesn't have nightmares anymore, but she still doesn't get enough rest. After all, if something like this happens, it's inevitable to worry."

"As long as nothing happened, everything will be fine soon." The situation did not worsen. Seeing Liuli, Qing Qing felt relieved and asked, "Where is Grandma Bichuan?"

"She's not in good spirits. I'm afraid she'll be tired, so I'll temporarily place her at my aunt's house. I'll send you over to see the house first, and then I'll pick her up." Her grandma didn't have any more nightmares last night. Mariko Aikawa She breathed a sigh of relief, but began to worry about her ancestral home. She couldn't bear it if the ancestral home was haunted.

Takeshi Nanahara listened for a while in the back seat and asked with a smile: "Ms. Bichuan, has your grandmother purchased or picked up anything recently?"

Mariko Aikawa had already thought of this. She had verified it before and said directly: "I haven't picked up anything, but I have bought something. There is a flea market near our house. My grandmother often goes there when she has nothing to do and buys some small things. The gadgets are nostalgic, nothing has ever happened to them, and I have checked them before, they are all normal, and I found no problems. Nanahara-san can take a look at them later, they are all in her room."

Takeshi Nanahara nodded with a smile and said nothing more. There is nothing to say now. After all, he has to go to the scene to collect information before he can make a judgment.

Soon the three of them arrived at a large town in Hirano, close to the city center, and stopped in front of a small house that looked quite old at first glance. It was double-story and had no yard. It was probably the type of long house built in batches in the early Showa era. small apartment.

Mariko Aikawa opened the door and said: "Nanahara-san, Liuli, you can sit and watch as you like. I will pick up my grandmother and will be back soon."

With the guarantee of senior police officer Nakano Eri, she felt relieved and left Takeshi Nanahara and Ruri Kiyomi at home and drove away. The Aikawa house looked old and small from the outside, but it was very fashionable and energetic inside.

There are potted green plants at the entrance. Multiple varieties are combined, which is very layered but harmonious. At first glance, it seems that there is no lack of effort in daily life. The main color of the room is wood color, with wooden floors. It looks clean and tidy at first glance, giving people a sense of high-end and healing. The space is also planned very reasonably. Each area has no clear boundaries but is functionally distinct, which makes it very comfortable to look at.

To put it simply, this house has been carefully decorated by the owner and has a warm atmosphere. It is suitable for filming a fresh movie. It is not like a haunted house at all, and it does not feel spooky at all.

Takeshi Nanahara walked around and browsed casually, and Qingjian Liuli followed closely behind him. She looked at what he looked at, and from time to time she looked around vigilantly, for fear that something might suddenly pop out.

The first floor is a public area, and he didn’t find much while walking around. Takeshi Nanabahara followed the zigzag staircase with handrails and went up to the second floor. First, he went to look at Aikawa Mariko’s room. It felt a bit like a war and chaos inside, but it was also Normally, she would probably go out to stay last night and take away some daily clothes.

He simply walked around and opened the closet to look at Mariko Aikawa's clothes. He accidentally saw a few pieces of underwear. Then, amidst Qingmi Ruri's protests, he went to the old lady's room. It seemed that they lived here. The grandfather and grandson each lived at one end of the second floor, with the bathroom and toilet in the middle. He took a look at them all along the way, but couldn't find anything wrong.

The old lady's room is quite retro. It has a standing desk lamp, a dual-card tape recorder, an old-fashioned wooden bed, a floor-standing radio, a standing electric fan, and a mahogany rocking chair. As soon as I entered this room, I suddenly thought I was back in the 1970s. .

In addition to these large furniture and appliances, this room also has a lot of small odds and ends. She is probably very nostalgic in her seventies. The old lady has a large collection of movie posters and movie magazines from the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s, and there is also a cabinet dedicated to music. The tapes are relatively scattered, so I probably flip through them and listen to them from time to time.

These are probably the things she buys at flea markets every day, looking for old things from the past to reminisce about her youth, or to enjoy old movies and old songs instead of enjoying current songs and movies.

Of course, in addition to these, there are also some second-hand goods, such as porcelain dolls that look very old at first glance, cups with the mark of the times, ornaments, etc.

Takeshi Nanahara looked at each item one by one, and occasionally picked up one item to identify it carefully. After finishing it, he didn't find anything special, so he pressed the play button of the heavy dual-card recorder, and a soft music sounded in the room. He listened to the music for a while and smiled.

Qingjian Liuli thought he had discovered something, and quickly stretched out his ears to listen carefully. He only found out that it was a male singer, and he seemed to sing a folk song. The rhythm was very slow and lyrical, and there was nothing else.

She asked curiously: "What song is this?"

Takeshi Nanabaru laughed and said: "The life-style ballads that were popular in the 1960s and 1970s were sung by Takuro Yoshida, a representative of the life-style and new-style folk songs at that time. He is also known as the father of Japanese folk songs. It is a very old song. "

Qingjian Liuli listened carefully for a moment and felt that it was not as exciting as rock music. She asked curiously: "You laughed just now. Is there something wrong with this song?"

Takeshi Nanahara touched his chin and pondered for a moment before saying, "I don't hear anything wrong."

"Then why are you laughing?" Qingjian Liuli was even more surprised.

Takeshi Nanahara looked at her with disdain: "Isn't it normal to smile when you hear beautiful songs? If I don't smile, will I cry?"

Qingjian Liuli was irritated by the look in his eyes that looked like a vulgar person, and said loudly and unhappily: "We are here to 'exorcise demons', not for you to listen to music. Hurry up and get to work!"

Takeshi Nanabahara nodded, turned off the tape recorder, and looked through old posters and movie magazines from thirty or forty years ago, and soon became fascinated by them.

Qing Jian Liuli quickly leaned over to watch with him. After a moment, she asked strangely: "Why did you look at it for so long? Is this important?"

Takeshi Nanabaru said casually: "It's quite important. I haven't read this magazine."

The expression on Qingjian Liuli's little face slowly disappeared, and she wanted to punch him to death for this bastard who was not doing his job properly. But Takeshi Qingyuan had a keen sense of crisis and immediately noticed a faint murderous aura around him. He put the magazine aside and started to concentrate on his work. I glanced at all the posters, magazines, books, and tapes in the room, then meditated for a moment, walked around the room again, bent down and lowered my head, not even looking at the bottom of the bed, and finally stood there, touching my chin and lost in thought. , motionless.

Seeing that Liuli found nothing, Qing looked up at him and waited for a while, then asked carefully: "Have you found the problem?"

Takeshi Nanahara opened his eyes and said: "The situation is not good. Such a decent family. There is nothing wrong at all. There are not even many family conflicts."

Qingjian Liuli said in surprise: "No problem?"

Takeshi Nanahara nodded slowly and said: "Yes, but it shouldn't be. Such people shouldn't have any psychological problems. How can someone have nightmares continuously?"

Qingjian Liuli also felt a little confused, and hesitated: "Is it really related to the murder case 20 kilometers away? Or is there really... something dirty?"

Takeshi Nanahara turned his head and scanned the room again, and said softly: "I don't know yet, but one thing is for sure. The money collected is low, and this matter is more troublesome than imagined."