Edogawa Satoru was self-aware when he said that he was physically weak.
He grew up with Edogawa Ranpo, learning knowledge and various skills, but no taijutsu.
In junior high school, he ran 1,000 meters in four minutes and fifty seconds.
Satoru walked calmly on the street, trying not to enter the alleys. After buying gifts, a hardcover version of a mystery novel and freshly baked desserts, Edogawa Satoru was ready to head back to the city, to Yokohama.
Wearing sunglasses and a hat, he was a bit strange and didn't stand out in the crowd. He didn't want those ugly things to disturb his current life. In order to prevent the "weird killer" from looking for a companion, he hid from the surveillance cameras and tried not to show his body.
Returning to Yokohama was relatively smooth.
This city is almost as mysterious as his life experience. Yokohama is a port city, and most of its economic income comes from the port, and this economic lifeline is in the hands of the mafia.
[Well, it has nothing to do with me. ]
After all, he is just a little loser.
When he returned to the orphanage, he was surrounded by children and laughed at him. Before he could recover, the middle-aged and mean-looking dean picked up a whip to beat him.
[what happens? ]
Edogawa Satoru frowned. He was not public in the orphanage. He looked like an albino and wore ordinary clothes. Usually, only a few children older than him would exclude him because they were jealous that he was popular with girls. This has happened.
Although he was popular, Satoru didn't feel that the girls treated him any differently than others. They just screamed and made a lot of noise. Then the men came to push him.
Satoru used his disabled brain to reason about these phenomena.
It's my brother.
There is something wrong with my brother.
Edogawa Satoru wanted to run out, but was caught by the dean who was already on guard. The dean spanked him, not on the face, but on fleshy areas such as the buttocks. The pain made him cry, but he was pinned down on the table and unable to move.
"Thief, you still want to run away and come back. Do you really think we haven't noticed? You and your brother are both broken beasts." The dean pulled Edogawa Satoru, who was in pain and weak, and walked away. Come to his office. Behind him, Satoru heard the sound of children cursing.
[Can they not see the truth? ]
"It's not me...I didn't steal...you obviously know that I didn't!" Satoru said countless times. He was thrown to the ground casually, and his body curled up twitchingly.
If you look at it from the perspective of others, you will understand Edogawa Satoru's behavior. From a very young age, Satoru has developed the habit of only talking about the results, because everyone in the family already knows the process, and talking about the process is like carving on shit, which is meaningless.
The dean knew where the lost things were, but after he learned that Edogawa Ranpo was dismissed from the police academy and disappeared, he realized that Edogawa Satoru was no longer protected, and an evil desire emerged.
He originally thought that if Satoru disappeared, he would not look for him. If Satoru comes back, he will capture Satoru, sell it when he is tired of it, and just tell others that Satoru went to find his brother.
So he spread the rumor among the children in advance that Edogawa Satoru had stolen something and ran away. If Satoru came back, he could let the children hold him back and prevent him from leaving.
The dean locked the door and took out a rope to tie up Edogawa Satoru.
This child is so cute. His hair is naturally white, as white and flawless as snow. His eyes are big and bright, and his blue pupils are like gems, as crystal clear as tears. His appearance is rare in the world, and he can make his debut immediately. He can occupy a place in the entertainment industry with his appearance without any talent.
And now, this child is controlled by him and insulted by him——?
Ah?
The dean lowered his head. The child was smiling at him, so the world spun and he fell to the ground.
Edogawa Satoru pushed aside the dean who fainted.
Of course he didn't just notice the monsters outside Yokohama, the barrier that drifted away from everyone also existed on himself.
Although he was exposed to non-scientific things for the first time at the age of thirteen, Satoru was sure that he was talented in this area. He controlled his barrier as flexibly as he controlled his hands and feet, completely following his heart.
The eyes convey endless information as usual, but they also provide feedback about barriers.
He controlled and extended the barrier, carefully wrapping the monster, so the little monster died as gray as ashes, and the feedback from the eyes confirmed the monster's "death".
However, Satoru doesn't completely trust the eyes. There are many things that the eyes see that are not always true.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the products of several experiments were not revived or condensed. Satoru confirmed that a barrier of a certain strength could destroy the monster.
After figuring out a few ways to use it, after buying the gift, he returned to his home in the countryside, picked up his brother's detective equipment, and prepared to send it along with the gift.
I went back to the orphanage to change into clean clothes so that my brother wouldn't worry. He hid the gifts outside, otherwise they would be robbed as soon as he entered the orphanage.
But this afternoon, the orphanage seemed a little different. He didn't see the director playing with his mobile phone or chatting with the caregivers at the side and back of the yard.
There was too little information and he couldn't analyze anything, just in case he stuffed the electric baton from the detective suit into his clothes.
After entering the orphanage, he was even more sure that something was wrong. There was no friendliness in the child's eyes anymore, but all hostility. He had only seen this kind of hostility when he was fighting for food. Umbrellas opened to dry at the door, large shoe prints stained with mud at the door, surrounded by children, the dean’s rush and the malice shining in his eyes...
Something happened to his brother who was training at the police academy. Otherwise the dean would not dare to treat him like this.
Satoru pretended to run, knowing that he could not outrun the adults. He adjusted the position of the electric baton while turning his back to the dean, and used the noisy children's voices to cover up the click of the switch that turned on the electric baton.
When being held down by the children, he also chose to face the table with his back to the whip, and hid the electric baton in front of his stomach. This way people's attention would be focused on the back, and they would subconsciously choose to hit a place that would cause less damage but provide more venting.
It hurts...
He could only curl up in pain.
After the dean estimated that the beating was almost done, he ordered the children to stay in the hall and do whatever they should do normally, and not to disturb him by entering the office.
The man locked the door, as if announcing the beginning of his evil deeds.
The man's twisted face was facing Satoru, which made him feel a little sick, but he still forced a pleading smile and said "I didn't steal" over and over again.
Edogawa Satoru is also Edogawa.
Why should we underestimate Edogawa?
Satoru doesn't understand.
When the man took out the rope to tie him up, he knew the time had come. He turned sideways, grabbed the man's feet with his hand close to the dean, and then took out the electric baton from the man's invisible perspective, let go, discharged, and stabbed out.
Was the man still a little in disbelief when he fainted?
Satoru electrocuted him a few more times, and then tied the hospital director with a rope.
He didn't dare to relax now. He was beaten just to enter this office openly, where all the children's information was.
Edogawa Satoru stuffed the cloth into Dean's mouth to prevent Satoru from noticing him yelling when Dean woke up.
The office is not big, the orphanage has just been opened, and there are not many children. The information was placed on a wooden shelf and Satoru quickly found it.
His fingers traced the last name little by little: "Edogawa, Edogawa Satoru, ah, here."
His household registration was transferred to the orphanage. Without the household registration, it would be inconvenient for him to move around.
Edogawa Satoru didn't want to open the bag, but the weight of this household registration was different from other copies.
Inside are student status files and more.
An adoption package.
[I knew I was not a biological QAQ. ]
Edogawa Satoru was so sad, Satoru was about to cry. He looked up and looked around. No one would coax him, and his brother's condition was unclear. He wiped his tears and stuffed the file into his clothes.
Then he looked at the dean.
[Why do you do this? ]
He didn't understand.
Skipping the process, he concluded that the dean wanted to harm him.
As the dean slowly woke up, a thin figure dangled in front of his eyes, "Ahhhhh!" He was so frightened that he started to struggle while being tied up.
The knots bound him tightly.
The boy looked at him with a smile, just looking at him without any emotion. He tossed the camera up and down in his hand.
The sky-blue eyes are like the son of God looking down from the window of the human world, recording dirty stories like poetry.
"If my brother were here, if I killed you, no one would find out who killed you, and no one would think you committed suicide."
"But, I'm useless."
The Son of God said, trash also has its own way of killing people.
The dean trembled.
(End of chapter)
The author said: Setting:
Yokohama shields the spell and only has superpowers.
At the age of thirteen, I was a crybaby. What I liked to do when I was a child was cry with my brother (if you don’t like this, remember to avoid lightning). Wu cries because he can get benefits.
I'm glad everyone likes it.