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Gosick Red, Chapter 1 - Hello New York

Chinese Translator: 秋绫友纪　 English Translator: AmenoHane Please do not repost these translations. Reblog is fine.

Disclaimer: Gosick Red is owned by and written by Kazuki Sakuraba. I only translate it from chinese to english.

Edit: I made an error before. Nicholas is either called Nick or Nicholas. I’m not sure which but I’ll stick with Nicholas since I’ve already wrote it as such.

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Morning 8 a.m.

New York seems to be just waking up.

A winter breeze blew through a corner of Little Italy street,there were three people wearing western suits who looked to be tired from work, their goal was to sell the stalls as soon as possible, there was also a boy who wore a school uniform often and seemed polite.

There was a variety of gorgeous red, white and green signs belonging to cafés and restaurants swaying with the snow.

Such a peaceful street corner, but gathered there were policemen in blue uniforms and black police cars, looks like they were surrounding something. The atmosphere was one of unrest…… but the people passing by the street did not seem to notice such an atmosphere.

Looking over the policemen heads, a tall Italian young man was setting up a large camera. Every time he pressed the shutter, the policemen would wave their arms like they were chasing away some noisy insects, the young man does not seem bothered.

"Hey" he said with a causal voice while facing the camera lens, not knowing who he was calling out to.

"We discovered another unusual corpse today, was it different from the one found yesterday that was wearing red high heels?...Violent gangs, revenge killings have increased from year to year. Those guys have become accustomed to murder, do they not feel tired of it ...”

Because the other person did not reply, his mouth appear to bend exaggeratedly.

The person being surrounded turned his attention back to the corpse that was beaten like a beehive using the machine guns used by the violent gangs as if he was looking for something.

“Ara~~Kujo?”

He pushed the policeman aside.

“Kujo?”

"Well ...... the dark sky has already begun to brighten. That is if you hear gunshots. Like voices. That’s the case, however, what does the region's oldest inhabitants think about the recent brutal gang? I don’t know where the voice of a decent man comes from"

Towards the police gathered in front of a small Asian Italian restaurant, a person listened politely while squatted in front of an elderly woman who was half his height.

His pitch-black hair with bangs extending outwards flowed softly with the winter wind.

He wore a navy blue suit on top with flannel trousers for the bottom, wearing an old coat and a hat that was a few decades old. The news reporter’s black eyes looked like they were attracting the darkness.

The people of Japan usually have short statures.

The first impression made was that he has round eyes with a clear and candid gaze, a gentle sight; candid gaze that is like a hit to the human heart.

The young man kept calling “Kujo……Kujo……Kujo”，at that time，a group of new police cars were turning around the corner of the street. The police were instantly dispelled off. The short Japanese thanked the elderly woman while the tall Italian photographer put the camera on his head jokingly and left in a panic.

“Eh, did you take a nice picture of the scene, Nicholas?”

“Probably definitely no problem, don’t worry~~”

“Eh..probably..definitely...which one is it?”

He continued the conversation while walking in the bustling streets of Little Italy.

The Japanese young man was——Kujo Kazuya.

After leaving his home country of wars, he gradually migrated to a new country over a few months. He started his new life by being a trainee news reporter for the newspaper, <<Daily Load>>. The man beside him swinging his long arms was his partner Nicholas Sacco, a trainee photographer. He was born in Little Italy but was a true New Yorker. Tall, yellow-green coat, big eyes. Around the lips grew a bushy beard.

Kazuya walked while flipping through his research notes, Nicolas appears satisfied.

“Ah~there are especially a lot of gang murder-related cases this month. It seems like every day is the same”

“Un” (TL note: the sound made when agreeing with someone)

“Ah, the new issue of the <<TIME>> magazine is out. Kujo, read it. I don’t understand the language”

“Un……Ah……Alright~”

The difference between Little Italy and Chinatown.

The Italian town surrounded in vivid colours of red, green and white Chinese (TL note: not sure about this) characters, mixed with oriental style painting landscapes. The taste of food across the two blocks stimulates one’s sense of smell.

Nicholas took out a TIME magazine from a juggling (?) corner.

On the cover was a middle aged man’s left cheek, wearing a tilted classy hat around a red cashmere scarf.

“What the hell, this week’s cover is 伽虏博•博斯 (TL: a name) who’s not as good as an actor” Nicholas muttered unhappily.

“Well, he’s a Godfather now, but why would the underground mafia end up on a magazine’s cover? I can’t figure that out”

“Poof~ you’re like an Italian”

“Oh, I hate those underground and whatever, because of them the street is so dangerous that it’s hard to breathe. Well, it seems that recently they’re engaged in charity work” Nicholas frowned.

Kazuya who have gotten the magazine, flipped through the pages. “It really says something about them doing charity work, burning something at the doorway of the Church. Well, I’m guessing it’s just all an act……plus the youngsters thinking, um, he likes exotic animals, if 伽虏博•博斯 is poor then rearing such an animal is only a dream. To say he’s a commoner……Well ~ Well ~ Well ~ in obtaining someone’s reputation, isn’t this news suspicious?” “Maybe, and concerning exotic animals, regardless of whether it’s good or bad, boys obviously like it~”

Nicholas placed the camera on his head while resting and raising his voice to speak.

Kazuya seemed to have thought of something and become silent.

“Is that so, hmm, so that’s how it is”

“Cut, right, hey~ there’s more, there’s more”

“Eh , wait ~ the story of the strange gang BOSS has already ended. Compared to this, the upcoming presidential election, the power to send competitors is Gold Stage’s specialty. The puritans’ sons, has an extensive apple land rich family “

“Ah, I know, he appears to be a good person with his smiling face, I have a good sense of goodwill towards this person”

Kazuya couldn’t help but glance towards Gold Stage‘s photo.

“Indeed, he looks like a ‘clean’ celebrity who does not collude with gangsters and economic oligarchy. Next up would be the news of the establishment of the FBI!”

Looks like a mystery gentleman named Hoover became the first 任长 Officer.

“Well, let’s not bother about that. What’s next?”

“You look like you have completely no interest in the FBI. Next~ ah, there’s news about the arts”

“Read it, read it~~”

“Hey, it’s the topic about Hollywood as the representative for <<River Valentine>>. On the surface, he’s the hero of Italian immigrants. Anyway, no matter what they say the film seems to be starring friendship about a newcomer from Europe ~”

Kazuya read the news with a correct posture when suddenly Nicholas looked up at the winter sky as if he lost interest. Then, he wordlessly took the magazine from Kazuya’s hands and with a surprising method, threw the magazine back to its original position.

Despite the kiosk’s boss angry yells of “Hey! Nicholas! You’re not buying!?” he walked away without looking back.

Kazuya hurriedly apologized and bought the magazine. He also bought a lot of the boss’ daughter hand-made coffee cake. As a result, just like “you bought so many things again?” kind of response, the gifts he received slowly increased.

While chasing behind Nick, he used a very serious tone saying “You, recently I know about the things regarding you”

Through Little Italy’s Chinatown, you can see a tall Empire State Building to the right while walking towards the west from the south of Manhattan. Next, you can see a lot of modern reinforced concrete buildings where the octagonal windows of these high-rise buildings are bordered by gold which shines brightly. There are mystical stone carvings on the walls in the center just like a portrait.

Through the small green garden, you can reach a place called newspaper law as its full name. There is also a simple news design company building which is just like a tree in a forest situated tightly next to the high-rise buildings. Men and women dressed in western clothes, people driving black-coloured cars. All of them walking about in a hurry.

Kazuya rode an old black bicycle when Nicholas said “see you later” to Kazuya before waving his arms roughly and with the camera under his arms, entered the news office <<Daily Load>>building.

“Un, I’m going home for a while, I don’t know why but I’m a little worried”

“Hey, not again…” Nicholas chuckled from behind.

Kazuya rode his bicycle towards the back buildings.

______ Early 1930

Finally reaching winter at the recent end of the World War 2. Unlike most countries in Europe and Asia, the war did not reach the new continent. We call it the new continent the United States and it is now on the road of rapid prosperity. The people of the new continent saw the success in their dreams after feeling fear first. If you talk about the country's history with other people, it’s generally just like ending puberty and entering a period of golden adolescence. Declaring that they would depart from superstition and magical era of the old continent, the new continent is now dominated by materialistic desires. And floating in the east of the mainland of the United States is Manhattan with the heart of a young prince, a land full of hope.

A street which cannot be said to be small and quiet.

Shallow New York.

The air in winter is fresh no matter where one is.

He left [Newspaper Law] and walked down the east side of Manhattan Island over the flowing lover river and atop the Brooklyn Bridge.

The working class people passed by in waves.

Living in a city where the people always seemed to be busy. Kazuya is one of them.

Kazuya stood up and stared at the rest of the distance of the bridge he has not covered yet on his bicycle. Stare…staring…still staring

He was a little short of breath; the Brooklyn Bridge is very long. The sea breze blew over his freezing cold body, pulling gently on the collar of his P coat. Kazuya continued pedaling his bicycle , his dark bangs swaying as he continued towards the other end of the bridge.

Finally crossing the bridge.

At last, the bicycle stopped right in front of some rental apartments, which looked older than the other buildings and was a bit slanted. The black door of the apartment had a handle that looked like a lying dog, the stone steps leading up to the door was up to ten, the mosaic tiles that decorated it were old and some incomplete and outside the door a wooden flower pot was placed.

The iron gates to the door was marked with the words –

Kazuya parked his bicycle and carefully locked it.

At the same time, to say it was the first floor but in fact, half of the room was underground, a window opened and a person could be seen. With blue eyes sparkling, a lovely face with long freckles -is this an energetic boy or a tomboyish girl?

“Ah, you’re back!”

Although the tone was of a boy, the voice was of a young girl.

“Ah, Administrator! I’m back but going out soon again…”

Kazuya returned the greeting seriously-

“Kujo-kun, right? That beautiful girl is also waiting for you to come back today”

Kazuya have not finished his bow when he stood up, stammering and even his face became red.

With her task of “teasing the guest who moved into the fourth floor not too long ago” completed, the Administrator winked and closed the window.

Kazuya could only say “Thank you”. Afterwards, he carried the mountain-like pile of cakes with all his strength while shouting “Hey—are you still there?” and climbing up the stairs.

“--Victorique?”

Low ceilings, plastered walls, black and white mosaic tiled floors, no lights in the hallway - it was dark once the big door behind him closed. Kazuya placed his hand on the wall and naturally walked along it. He did not slip or fall down as he climbed the familiar stairs.

Each floor of this small building have a room facing outwards and another room facing the small courtyard inside. Kazuya carried his baggage and went up the highest floor - to the faded pink door on the fourth floor facing the outside room.

"Victori...que...? Eh?"

Kazuya didn’t finish talking when he kicked something, and the pink, orange, red, yellow, and green cakes in his hands flew toward the dark ceiling in the dimly lit room.

"Woah?!"

Kazuya didn't know who piled the heavy books at his feet and cause him to accidentally fall. Looking as if nothing happened, Kazuya stood up, calmly dusted himself off and picked up the cakes.

Once he opened the door, he could see the kitchen. Inside, there are 2 rooms from red to black. Behind one of the rooms, the sound of a radio could be heard.

There are simple cabinets in the kitchen as well as a slender table and two chairs. Such furniture were typical of an apartment for poor immigrants from the Old Continent.

The back of the square chair used by Kazuya had become a trousers rack, and now it is also neatly placed with travelling pants. In a farther place, it is said that in a small African country, only the queen can sit in a triangular chair with a backrest that was popular in the past. What kind of person is suitable for sitting in this chair...?

Kazuya carried his colourful mountain-like cakes while calling,

"Hey, Victorique, are you still here?"

-with his hand on the door of the red room, just at that moment, a sudden ringing sound could be heard. It was followed by the Administrator who gave out the bills voice.

"Hey, Kujou-Kun! The room rental have to be given by tomorrow! I hope you haven't forgotten it!"

—— That kind of voice came downstairs.

"......I know! I didn't forget, Miss Administrator"

Kazuya replied while lowering his head.

"If you won't hand it over, I'll have to chase you out!"

"Un, yes......"

The ringing sound of the bell finally stopped.

Kazuya relaxed his shoulders and placed his hand on the doorknob once again.

The door slowly opened.

The sound of the radio seemed to come from the ground. Kazuya was scared by this unknown voice and closed his eyes.

This square room is larger than the kitchen, with a patterned cloth on the wall. The old wooden floor had a gorgeous four-foot swivel chair in the shape of a bird's claw holding an oval, and a lovely peach-colored lounge chair displayed. In addition to the round window facing the walkway and the small heater, the rest of the wall is filled with bookcases, and the bookcases are full of books.

Above the bookcase, there are all kinds of unknown black, white, wooden, square-shaped ovals... and all kinds of radios that are broadcasting in various languages at the same time.

Silvery hair fell from the swivel chair like a galaxy that flowed through the night sky, forming a soft vortex on the floor. Red, purple, pink dry petals are scattered everywhere and these petals are intertwined with the radio like they are doing a forbidden dance under the silver light.

Kazuya sighed with relief as he looked at the owner of those long silver hair.

With a petite and beautiful figure, it was like looking at a delicate ceramic doll. Her pale face is as quiet as the ancient creatures, and at the same time she had emerald green eyes like that of an old man who has lived for a hundred years. In addition, she have a small and nice nose, smooth cherry lips that made everything pale in comparison to her beauty. Because it is too beautiful, there was an incredible feeling in the atmosphere, like being shrouded in the tragic atmosphere of destiny -

The dark velvet skirt is decorated with crimson lace on the edges, and the red creases on the chest are like the waves of the night, and the skirts are filled with luxurious red roses. The colourful hair accessories on her silver hair and her slender feet which are wrapped in long stockings, and the black patent leather shoes decorated with violets made people who looked at her speechless. She looked pale as if her limbs would break with just a stretch. However, there was a heavy book on her lap. At the same time, English, French, Chinese and even jazz broadcasts that would make ordinary people have a headache could be heard. Her eyes were also looking at the books sprawled on the floor in a fan-like shape. Age unknown, like a girl but also like an old woman, like a demon-like mystery creature...she is......

- Victorique de Blois.

The sweet scent floating around was probably from the dry petals of red, pink and purple that was scattered on the floor.

After some time, the "Victorique" that crossed the vast Pacific ocean and escaped to a corner of New York had her beauty polished to become more non human-like. It was gushing out like a night fountain sprouting water.

The huge number of books and radios tangled with her silvery hair, it was as if it was a man made creature of the future.

Without looking at him and with a dull voice, she said-

"Oh...it's Kujou"

Kazuya smiled wryly and said:

"Un, it's me, Victorique"

"Un..."

"You must really like these radio broadcasts if you can hear all those broadcasts at the same time clearly"

"Humph"

She made a noise. Then, she turned her green eyes around and as if looking at a beautiful dream, said:

"But you're the one that rushed out early in the morning to collect information on the mixed war? You and your partner Nick-kun are very hardworking, working so very hard for materialistic issues such as rent, meals, and electricity. Ah. Ah - Ha - Ha -"

Even Kazuya could get angry. He switched off the radios and started nagging:

"Victorique, even if you don’t care about yourself and you are impatient, I won’t believe you? Because you are the one who should go to the <Grey Wolf Detective Agency> to start work, isn't it? But it’s noon now, I have a hunch that you're just being lazy...eh, EH, wait a minute, Victorique?"

Kazuya stopped his preach and changed the subject in disbelief.

"How do you know that I went with Nick to collect information about the mafia?"

"Humph, that's easy"

Victorique finally looked seriously at him and continued speaking emotionlessly.

Not correct......her face was full of pride.

She placed her exquisite lizard-shaped golden pipe to the side of her mouth. While sucking it, she explained.

"The <wellspring of wisdom> told me"

"Ah...that...not again, such big words, from the beginning, you're always like this..."

Ignoring him, Victorique continued.

"Kujou! Aside from work, why would you go to Little Italy? Because you're a honest, uninteresting, hopeless fool who stood in the streets with the Italians and stuck out like water and oil. Nevertheless, you still carried those Italian cupcakes you bought from the street. In addition, what kind of fool wears flannel pants with blood on the knees, probably from gathering information?"

"Uwah, really?! I need to clean it off! For casual wear, I only have one more pants other than this one..."

Kazu began to panic as he wiped it off. The beautiful yet scary girl turned her head around quietly.

With an ice-like expressionless face, it was difficult to say when Victorique had warmed up to him. Her eyes looked away as she was looking at his back.

Kazu smiled and said:

"Well, let's not talk about that first, okay? As you said, these are the handmade souvenirs from Little Italy, Victorique. This is strawberry-flavored, and orange-flavored, Mocha-flavored, vanilla-flavored, lemon-milk-flavored, yellow-green seems to be pistachio, and its a new flavour so they gave me a discount"

"Un, good work. Now hurry and bring them over to me"

"I say, Victorique, you should occasionally stand up and get it for yourself? Isn't getting it yourself an option?...okay, it seems like it wasn't. Okay okay, I know, Little Queen-sama?"

Kazuya complained but his face did not reflect his words. Instead, he felt happy to pile the cupcakes on the red diamond-shaped cat's foot table. Victorique turned to the chair, like a cat thief, scooped the cupcakes over to her small mouth and ate it.

Chewing...

Chew...

Still eating and paying attention.

Kazuya took a handkerchief from his chest pocket. While saying “You stained your face again?”, he wiped the chubby cheeks of Victorique who should already be an adult. Yet, Victorique furrowed her brows impatiently but did not expressed dislike. She only continued to eat.

The pile of cupcakes slowly dwindled.

“You should have head this before. New York, which is now the center of the New World, is divided into two worlds”

Stuffing the last cupcake into her mouth, Victorique said arrogantly.

Kazuya was boiling tea in the kitchen, pouring red and green tea into small bird patterned cups. He directly stood up to pass them to the small queen.

"Huh, what did you say?"

“I’m talking about the world at daytime and at nighttime. In other words, the economic circles of the politicians and entrepreneurs and the economic circles in charge of the mafia”

“Ah, oh......, the tea is ready”

“Good work. Wah, hot......”

Victorique blinked her eyes in shock while looking at the the teacup as if it’s her life’s enemy.

Then, she puffed out her chest saying:

“It is also the world of immigrants since ancient times, and the world of new immigrants who have arrived after the storm. The two world’s battlefield”

“Wait a minute, Victorique, even though you just started, this question......don’t tell me it’s going to be long......”

Victorique nodded her head seriously.

“You’re absolutely correct! Like the yellow river in China, the ganges river in India. History is like a river across the continent, it’s v-e-r-y l-o-n-g! It’s way l o n g e r than that little snake of an eastern New York river that I cross with you everyday”

Victorique proudly spread her fleshy hands on her chest, and opened her cherry-colored lips wide, looking at Kazuya seriously. Her emerald green eyes flashed as bright as the lake of Taikoo.

Kazuya couldn’t help but be dazed, and blush furiously as he looked away.

"That, but, I have to go back to the office soon. So, that..."

“Close your mouth and listen to me. You wouldn’t say you wouldn’t listen, right?"

"Oh, don't listen...? Your expression is terrible, what's wrong, Victorique?"

"I want to break ties with you!"

“Hey? Breaking ties? Are you a child? Victorique is the first arrogant- Ah, I know, I know, please just sit down... oh, your room only have your chair and a lounge chair, then I will stand in front of the bookcase tolisten to you. You are really... the nagging..."

Kazuya was really bothered.

The fire in the stove below the round window burned, and the book on the shelf looked like it was too boring, so he straightened himself to listen. Although the outside was very cold, the air in the room was very warm. Victorique’s cheeks also showed a rosy colour.

She began to talk incessantly.

"Hundreds of years ago, from the Old World, there was a disciplined religious group called the Puritans."

“Ok."

"They opened up undeveloped land, made streets, and went through battles such as order, politics, and the Civil War. They formed a powerful United States of America that could support the ‘new country of the pioneers’ and the basis of the country of freedom and hope."

“Ok……"

“But after that, before and after the second world storm, the new people coming from the Old World were blue-collar workers who were suffering from the problem of earning a living. They did not have strict rules to follow. Irish, Jewish, Asian And the Italians like Nick-kun ... Various people have come one after another, building a space in New York according to the culture of their country. Now the Brooklyn we live in is a Jewish neighbourhood”

Kazuya nodded his head.

"Yeah, the words of Little Italy are cheese and ketchup. The words of Brooklyn are celery and boiled chicken. If the culture is different, the taste of the food will be different. It is obviously still in New York."

“Oh, you shut up and listen!"

"Oh, oh..."

"Therefore, the serious Puritan children and grandchildren in the government and the economic and technological circles are now in a hurry. Because the new immigrants have actually drank alcohol. They also sang and danced! They fell in love one after another! That is to say, even if they are poor, they still follow the instinct to sing. Life is horrible. So they have to quickly enact the law so that it doesn’t spread..."

"Ah, prohi..."

"prohibition."

Kazuya was upset that his words were stolen by Victorique.

"Well, um... I know this..."

"But it seems that this law has caused a reaction. Because even if it is banned, people will still fall in love, and will eat what they want to eat.. Of course, the wine still has its supply. Indeed, after a day of labor. The desire to get a cup is hard to stop. Therefore, it is the mafia organization that has benefited from the prohibition of alcohol!”

"Uh-huh."

"Now in this city, the Irish gang is stealing whisky, the Jewish mafia is beer, then the biggest force of the Erlang gang is stealing whisky, the Jewish mafia is beer, and then the largest city of the Italian mafia is making and selling wine, and developing in the dark economic world. The corresponding methods of sanctioning crimes are also divided into the world's laws and sound laws, as well as the bloody regulations on the black streets at night... Revenge and killer companies exist at the same time. What the citizens want is neither the ancient order of the Puritans' high and justice, nor the iron of the dark world, but this ‘new thing’ So, come... and then... ah! "

The screaming Victorique suddenly fell into distress with her hand slamming down on her silvery hair.

In front of the bookcase, standing like a knight in armour, Kazuya couldn't help but be surprised.

"What happened, Victorique?"

"When its normal to talk to a boring man, it becomes boring... Ah, what a tragedy!!”

"How rude! It's obviously you who wanted to talk to me! You are always like this, showing a great look...then, I won’t bother you if I am boring, I am going to the office..."

Her green eyes suddenly widened.

"Kujou, do you have anything that could relieve boredom? Having said that, have you danced before?”

"Eh? What? Dance?"

"Yes, yes. I really thought about a good idea”

Victorique nodded her head in satisfaction. Kazuya shook his head furiously.

“Don't, how did you come up with this!... I say, when you insisted I danced, -青绿Kun saw and worse, told his Mother which is Ruri that it was strange. The style was reproduced. As a result, Ruri started laughing and rolling on the high-priced Persian carpet. He also pointed at me, laughing at me.

"Sing or dance, choose one yourself."

"Hey, give me one more choice... no?..."

"Well! Originally, if there are any interesting events, you can choose one more. In your own words, is it not worth it?... Come, sing or dance, choose which one!!"

“Eh, wait a minute. Wait a minute! Interesting events….ah, speaking of which, I went to Wall Street yesterday to learn more about the bank staff killings, are you interested…ahhhhh? Victorique? Don’t tell me you are interested?”

“Although I don’t carry any hopes, you may speak first”

“Oh okay”

Kazuya nodded, maintaining his posture.

Outside, the conversations of the people of Brooklyn people could be heard.

The winter’s sunlight was weak. You could hear the crackles from the fireplace. The books on the bookshelves were quietly accompanying the two.

Victorique opened her mesmerising green eyes and blew on her golden pipe.

“Listen well. There was a very serious bank employee on Wall Street. He accidentally mistyped the number and brought a lot of losses to the customer. When he was thinking of how to redeem himself, he committed suicide by raising a pistol in the office”

Victorique pointed the golden pipe at Kazuya’s face.

“Eh? Didn’t you say he was murdered earlier?”

There is still a follow-up to this incident... After the police investigation, the man was handed over the suicide note to the unrequited female payee before committing suicide. It was about 11:30. Then the time when the body was discovered was one hour after the end of the lunch break. In this case, I committed suicide during the lunch break. After that, the bank staff in the single room next door remembered that I heard a sound like a gunshot at around eleven o'clock. "

"Yes, chaos..."

"Yeah... and then according to this statement, the time of death is eleven o'clock. At that time, at 11:30, who gave the testament to the payee, it spread. The accused also remembered that the man still wore it. Glasses and hats may have been changed by others. After investigating the suicide note, it was typewriters and could not see the writing. Hey, this may be killing him, then..."

“I see”

“By the way, the dead bank clerk grew up in the multi-Golden family in Greenwich, the young master from the famous university, the man in the single room next door is the Bronx from the civilian area, someone who had braved the storm. With no parents, the people living around him were thieves and mixed-race soldiers. He was raised by the typist's sister, he became someone liked by the ladies. The young lady was the second generation of Jewish immigrants. And it seems that she also likes the man in the single room next door. The reason is that the old saying, people are very gentle. That is to say, this is a three way relationship."

Victorique looked at him in confusion.

"But how do you know this kind of gossip... you shouldn't know all the people?"

"No, no... you see, I am a trainee reporter now. This detailed information is being dug every day, so, just..."

Suddenly, Kazuya felt shy and became arrogant. After being urged, he reorganised his emotions:

“Then, everyone thought that he was more inclined to be killed than committing suicide. The boss was suspicious. It is said that last week, because of the results of the baseball game, their relationship was not good. The prosecution wants to identify the boss as a prisoner, the jury's opinion is different. Women argue that "there is always a suspicious opinion of the payee", the men's opinion is "we feel that the next room The man is a prisoner, and the argument is gradually biased towards a non-constructive direction. e named this incident as <Wall Street Rhapsody> and that is the information we collected yesterday”

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait! What is this fantasies induced from the unknown?”

“Urm, according to the information, the men and jury felt that the man next door receive women’s welcome so they were jealous and felt he was not right”

“What, how did it became like this…but this incident is suicide without question”

“Oh, so its like that…Eh? Victorique, what did you say?”

Kazuya blinked his eyes in disbelief. Victorique snorted.

“Your ears are really hopeless. Are they stuffed with the fortune cookies from Chinatown? I said this was a suicide”

“Huh? Stuffed with fortune cookies? N-no, you said it was suicide? Even if it’s you…”

“The reason is…”

Victorique’s expression slowly changed.

Oh, don’t tell me this is laughing? If it’s so, he can’t tell the difference.

Kazuya tilted his head.

Victorique looked at the void boringly and made a small yawn. Her emerald green's eyes glowed with a cold light, and her silver hair curled, as if there was a secret magic. The golden pipe, which was exquisitely crafted, also shone. Finally, her smooth cherry blossom lips gently open:

"I just collected the chaotic fragments scattered around the world, and after I played it, I reconstituted it to make it boring. Now, my <Wellspring of Wisdom> tells me that the man is suicidal.

Kazuya didn’t say anything but looked a little dissatisfied.

Victorique continued to smoke her pipe silently, looking at his eyes from time to time, and then opened her mouth:

"Kujou, for example, if you want to hide something big..."

"Huh? I have nothing to hide?"

Kazuya inexplicably asked, Victorique said with a grudge:

"You actually bought twenty cakes but ate one on the way home!"

"I don't think so!"

"You listen, pumpkin!"

"Well, sorry...? I don't understand, why are you angry...? I didn’t do anything wrong but i have been apologising everyday....i really hope you can return these apologies someday...?"

Victorique wasn’t paying attention as she turned her golden pipe around and around.

“And you were dumb making chewing noises as you ate the cakes. If they weren’t blue rose flavoured it would be great but coincidentally that’s my favourite flavour”

“Ah, so its like that. Why didn’t you say so earlier, I’ll just buy more next time”

“I am absolutely not going to tell you something that important”

“Hey, what’s wrong! This is too weird”

“In conclusion, because you have something to hide, you avoided the colour blue. Your back is facing the blue curtains unconsciously, sitting in a different position from before. With the same reasoning, the man next door movements can be predicted like that”

“Man next door? Eh, in other words, that popular person is the culprit? The prosecutor’s instinct was correct?”

“You misunderstood!”

Victorique shook her head. Her silver hair swayed. The petals looked as if they were shining.

Victorique moved her body slowly.

“The man next door, at 11, he probably heard in his own words ‘a sorrowful sound’”

“To him?”

“Yes. That’s the sound of typing hard on a typewriter!”

Victorique had a dissatisfied look when he didn’t understand, her cherry blossom lips pouting.

"The dead man made a suicide note, right? It must have been more hard and squeaky than usual. Then thirty minutes later, the testament was handed over to the single-paying payee. The time to actually use the pistol is certain. It was during the lunch break that no one was between 12 o'clock and a little. So no one heard the gunshots."

"Wait a minute, what is the voice heard by the man next to the eleven o'clock?"

“Typing sounds. Although why did the man beside heard wrongly? ……Didn’t you say the answer already. He came from a poor family and was raised by his typist’s sister”

“Ah，urm……?”

“Listen well, it might be my imagination but I believe this is the correct answer”

Victorique puts her pipe down—

“Kujou, although kindness must be repaid but the person on the receiving end will mistake gratitude as debts. More so for someone with a gentle heart. On one side, he is greateful to his sister but on the other side, he felt like his sister was sacrificing her youth for him. He would feel apologetic, right? His gentleness towards women may be because of making up to his sister. To the him who does this, the sound of typing was a “sorrowful sound”. The fierce sound that he had never heard before in the single room, learning that it was the sound that he made when he committed suicide. The psychological aspect was naturally replaced by another "sad sound" - that is, the gunshot. So when he answered, he started with “Speaking of which, I think I heard a gunshot”

“Ah”

“When the two sounds were exchanged in his mind, he could have shot himself in a delusion”

“Yes”

“Humph, what a lame wound, right?”

Victorique said without expression. Her head lowered and using a low voice, she continued:

“Kujou, people will always unconsciously hide their passionate feelings to live but at times would unexpectedly express it out. Sometimes, they would have weird instincts and I feel this reason is it”

Victorique blew on her pipe while saying.

“To the man next door, typing was a sorrowful sound but also probably the sound of love by his sister”

Victorique sighed, lost in her own thoughts.

“…Yes. Then, I will be telling this to the editor or police. Victorique, you…Eh, what? Why are you looking at me with such a dangerous gaze? I, then I should be going…”

Victorique didn’t know when her cheeks swelled, her green eyes watering as she glared hard at Kazuya.

“…it was solved too quickly, and it became boring again. Kujou, you hopeless goose!”

“What goose?! I say….!”

Kazuya couldn’t help but be bothered until he smiled creepily.

“Right. Victorique, there is a way to cure your boredom”

“Eheheh?! What is it?!”

As if in a trance, Victorique moved her face closer to Kazuya.

“From now onwards go to the agency, your <Gray Wolf Detective Agency>?”

“Don’t want to…”

“Hey!”

Like a child, Victorique turned her head this way and that way, avoiding Kazuya. Even with the chair turning around, he couldn’t catch her.

“If you stay her for the whole day, spinning your chair, you will get dizzy and fun things would not just come over, isn’t that boring? Now go out. Listen to me, in the agency, wait for clients to come and take the fees for investigations …”

“But Kujou…”

“Now what?”

“I don’t want to go…”

“Eh, why?”

Kazuya asked worriedly, Victorique moved her face away and said in a barely audible voice:

“Because the New York we are coming to is now facing the biggest transition period. It is the temptation of race and history, the Puritan world during the day and the dark street at night. The two worlds collide with each other like a huge galaxy, so... don't want to be so conspicuous! Too dangerous! The war of mixed wars is constantly going on, and the president is still elected, the stock trading, the FBI is established, and the unknown illusory world named Hollywood is developing. Then, there is... mix! Mix! There is also a mix! The country of immigration, the city of sorrow, the present New York is very dangerous for us new immigrants... No, of course I am not afraid. But... theoretically... that... um...? "

Wrapped in a ruffled coat with dark red fur on the chest, Victorique fell into silence.

Suddenly she looked up and found that Kazuya’s carefree smile was close at hand, and it was a gentle smile. Victorique was so overwhelmed, her beautifully shaped eyebrows twitched.

At this moment, the sparkling rhinoceros-type silver bell on the round window surrounded by the bookcase made a sound of a bell, and Kazuya opened the window at the sound. “Ah, coming”

The administrator stretched out from the window on the first floor and held the rope attached to the bell. The red head of the bell rocked in the winter wind.

“There’s a call! It’s from your Sister in Greenwich!”

“Eh? Ruri? What’s wrong?”

“She said to hurry over and something big happened. She seems in a rush”

“Ah, Yes!”

“And, this month’s rent. Hurry!”

“Yes…”

Kazuya slowly closed the window.

Then he stretched out and said, "Let's go to Ruri's house, send Victorique to the detective agency, and go back to the news agency..." Kazuya thought that he had to work harder because Victorique could rely on him. Kazuya steadily closed his mouth.

Victorique slammed the pipe and looked at Kazuya's back.

“It turns out that people have to live for three buckets of rice."

While swallowing clouds, one side -

"It’s really a boring material issue that has piled up into a new life in the mountains. So, is this the chaos of the new world, you say...?"

A troublesome look, saying that it was really true, stood up slowly from the swivel chair.

It was a sunny winter day.

Old bicycles ran smoothly on the monochromatic Jewish neighbourhood.

Men wearing black and white national costumes had their hair in braids. The women's hair scattered all over their black coats. The nearby grannyes enjoyed a snow-white Jewish cream cheesecake on the terrace of the cafe. As for the bicycle that flashed by quickly, one will be scared at first, but now it had become a habit to enjoy watching the scenery.

The one on the bicycle was a young oriental man. He severely closed his lips while his dark hair was swaying in the wind.

Sitting on the back seat was someone that people can't help but make a sound, she was like a ceramic doll.

Silver hair dancing in the wind, like the Queen of Winter, which freezes around. The deep, emerald green eyes are as expressionless as ice. The soft coat and the red and black velvet dresses that are faintly visible from underneath are decorated with ruffles and lace that fluttered in the wind.

On the stall in front of the Brooklyn Bridge, they bought two red raisins and a winter raspberry ice cream ball.

Just as Victorique was expressionlessly licking her ice cream ball, Kazuya cycled on the bridge with his bicycle.

Cycle. Cycle.

... still Cycling on.

Still still cycling on.

The weather was pleasant and the sun was shining. After passing through Chinatown and Little Italy with different styles, they headed towards the central streets of Manhattan Island.

The high-end residential streets are decorated with reinforced concrete buildings, with toothed decorations and golden edges that are dazzling. Seeing this means they had arrived in the Greenwich neighbourhood. This would make people think that armoured cars are coming and going.

Like the car of the overhead kingdom - the emblem on the red and green flag that mimics the Italian flag, which is the symbol of the mafia in the night world of New York. It should probably belong to a very important person - Boss Jalbo's car. The box-type automatic car that follows the followers.

After turning a corner, a tall and handsome man was seen. Kazuya didn’t know why that man couldn’t stop dancing as if he was wearing red dancing shoes.

Black silk hat with a fine red cane and a sharp gaze, a mysterious dancer of unknown origin -

Kazuya can't help but be shocked and turn his head away:

"There are a lot of weird people in this city...right, Victorique?"

Passer-bys stared at Kazuya as he went by while Victorique who was wrapped in lace and wrinkled cloth and was talking to herself as she sat behind him.

The bicycle was parked in a corner just outside a high class residential area of Greenwich.

“But, Ruri said it was urgent” Kazuya seriously warned Victorique. Yet, when the girl heard that, she made a noise with her nose and gave off the impression that she already knew and need not be reminded.

Then, the two of them went up a beautifully constructed staircase with stone lions. The stylish door had handles shaped like lions and was made with brass.

Victorique desperately went up to the door on her high heels, straightened her back and knocked on it. Beside her, Kazuya also composed himself.

Knock, knock,knock. After a few times, a tall woman like a giant with wide shoulders appeared. With honey-coloured fine eyes, large, pointed nose and thick lips, as well as brown hair. Despite appearance being like that of an ancient goddess who appeared in mythology, she wore an ordinary, modern black dress and apron.

“Good morning, Miss Rebecca”

Kazuya placed a hand on his hat as a greeting and the other lady also bowed repeatedly.

She is the daughter of a relative’s family that adopted Nicholas Sacc after his parents died. As a result of this connection, she was hired as a housemaid by the Mushanokoji’s.

From the room came the voice of - Mushanokoji Ruri.

“Kazuya? You finally brought Victorique-san over! The new clothes are ready, quickly come and try them on!”

“Urm, this is the emergency you were talking about?”

Kazuya blinked his eyes and was speechless after Victorique spoke thusly.

Ruri continued speaking on the side while almost tripping in the long hallway. In the middle of the hall, the sunlight shone inside brightly.

“Because 绿青 (TL note’s : Google translate says he’s call Rokusho but I’m not sure) kept nagging that he wants to see Victorique-san. It seems he wants to see her wearing the new clothes no matter what. Right, Rokusho? Eh, what’s wrong, shy? Eh? Why are you avoiding eye contact? How strange!”

In front of the eyes of the international police agency’s Takeshi Wife and young child.

Ruri tied up her black hair with a ribbon that matched with her outfit’s blue and purple feathers. She seemed to be doing needlework, holding the thread in her right hand and coming out with a scissors in her left hand.

Rokusho, who is still a toddler, has a flannel ribbon decoration on his smooth black hair, and a blue kimono with a beaded belt. Although young, he has a slender beauty reminiscent of Ichimatsu dolls. At first glance, he looks like a smaller version of Ruri but his black eyes hid a sort of radiance similar to that of his Uncle Kazuya when he was young.

Kazuya energetically said-

“Oh, Kid! You look great today!”

He stretched out his hand to pat the boy’s head. However, Rokusho hid behind his Mother as if afraid of something. Kazuya’s hand was left there mid air.

“A-ah ? Rokusho-Kun?”

“Again? Kazuya...”

Ruri seemed as if she was used to this already.

Rokusho’s expression screamed of “strange”. To the one being hated, Kazuya, when he looked at Victorique with her red dress and silver hair it was clearly different.

Ruri said on the side “This is my pride. Victorique-san, quick try it on” Rokusho followed quickly and Kazuya had no choice but to also follow quietly.

In the living room, tried on the white and red dress

In the open living room, Victorique walked out slowly, wearing a modern red dress with red and white layers of lace, a modern dress decorated with lacquer, a handbag matching the long dress, and a peacock feather-decorated hat. Ruri makes temporary changes in various places to adjust the size. Rokusho leaned out of her body from the back of the sofa, staring blankly while chewing fried chicken.

Ruri laughed.

“Rokusho still likes Victorique best. I thought he became mature but he is still cute that way. Oh, are you shy? You funny child”

When he saw all the adults looking at him, he hid again shyly. Occasionally, his hands came out to take another fried chicken. Victorique took another puff of smoke and observed at the same time her surroundings.

At this time, Rebecca entered the room.

“A call for Kazuya-san. It’s from a Nick”

After finishing, she left.

Kazuya stood up to take the call. Nick said

“Hey, the editor is asking for you to hurry over”

“Ah, oh!”

“ says he has a sudden material, letting us be in charge, anyway hurry over”

And then he hung up. Kazuya nodded at the phone end.

The try outs in the living room were also done. Kazuya scolded Victorique who took her time to stand up and leave Ruri’s house.

Then the two left Greenwich and headed for the eastern business district, the Eastern District.

Different from the nobleness and stability of high-end residential areas, the buildings and stores in front of it are slightly cluttered. Because it's noon, the smell of various foods is mixed.

New York is the crucible of race and culture. Next to the hurried businessmen, young people play basketball that has recently started to be popular. Tall women with light black skin are wearing strange national costumes. Various convertibles carry lively girls running on the streets. The man selling dim sum sometimes barge across them.

In the business district-opposite the church in the eastern district, the green corner-

<<Miracle Garden>>

The iron bulletin board wrote, this place is like a park, but also somebody ‘s courtyard.

Kazuya stepped on the bicycle to enter it, and used to walk between the paths like a labyrinth. The Victorique sitting behind didn't care about it, just leaned on him softly, her big emerald eyes looked at the scenery like a dream.

Turn around, turn around, turn around.

Turn around turn around ...

It's harder to walk inside than expected. The bicycle was moving deep into the incredible little forest.

Finally, it stopped.

In front of Kazuya is a wonderful building shaped like a drum.

It looks three stories high, but it's built like four stories. Despite the green and blue tiles, it was peeling everywhere to see the inner layer. It looks like a chapel in the Middle East. The top floor is a wonderful decoration like a fountain, and now it looks like a cool water brush gushing out.

It is also known as the "Monster Apartment" in the East District where there are so many strange buildings. This building is so unpleasant.

——Generally known as "Merry-go-round”

It is old and inconvenient, and even before the Second World War, it had become a breeding ground for all kinds of horror talks. Therefore, despite its good location, it can be used for rent and the rent is very cheap.

After stopping the bicycle for a minute, Victorique followed with small steps and walked into the building.

The inside of the building is designed as a roof, and the sun shines into the house from the fountain-shaped decoration room. The huge spiral staircase in the center of the house shows a smooth slope

It's like invading the beautiful shell inside ...

The growth of plants in southern countries is gratifying. There are only large black birds with red beaks, brown penguins, giant tortoises, owls that are small enough to fit on their palms, and many other animals that have never been seen before.

<Merry-go-round> Although it is a rented office building rented by area, it is still a pet shop operated by a mysterious owner. Therefore, the magical creatures smuggled from the old continent, Africa, Asia and other places will live leisurely in human shops.

With extreme care, Victorique inadvertently avoided the feces of large and small animals on the ground, walked towards the spiral staircase covered with green tiles, and slowly walked up.

Turn around.

The icy stairs give a feeling of swimming in a sea palace.

Turn around, turn around ...

Keep going up.

Looking around, in the depths ... Occupying a corner of the table, young entrepreneurs working with papers, tanned leather and scissors and needlework, Toyo Shoemakers scattered everywhere, half-naked old men meditating for some reaso and so on. In this space, residents are immersed in various unknown matters. In the meantime, the lush southern country trees and the birds hiding in them were shaking vigorously.

Finally, they reached the top third floor.

After climbing the spiral staircase, it was a more incredible space.

The ceiling got closer, and the sunlight leaking between the branches came in, creating a comfortable space. From the triangular window, you can see the Miracle Garden and the opposite street, and from the ceiling is a pink chair-shaped swing designed by Victorique. Snacks such as a cat's foot-shaped chocolate bar and animal-shaped lollipops are piled like a hill. On the corner are three bookcases and a Toyo-style box carved with a flower pattern. The red and purple dried petals scattered on the ground exude a sweet fragrance.

Here, the flow of time seems to be changed, as if wandering between the gaps of history--

Kazuya let his beloved wife gently sit on a chair-shaped swing with a pink cloth surface and decorated with walnut shell buttons, just like an important treasure ...

After boiling the water, he brewed the tea and started to pack. Gather the books scattered on the ground in one place, dig out the beautiful white telephone decorated with golden pattern from the snack mountain on the table, re-plug the phone cord that was pulled out, and on the swing Victorique had a chocolate bar in her little mouth, then hurries to say,

"I'll say it first, Victorique, don't pretend you're not here."

“Ok--"

"What, uh-ah, you are really ... ah, yes, important things are forgotten."

Kazuya quickly hurried back, knocked down the mountain of books that was finally sorted out, and found the rectangular iron signboard from the inside.

Carefully remove the dust, and stepping on the box to hang the sign on the wall.

The sign says--

"Victorique, I'm leaving? Work hard. Don't you go in and say that there are no unsolvable mysteries on the yellow pages in New York? Gamble on the last descendants of the ancient Cylons, philosophers in fur, legend In the name of the gray wolf, if there is a difficult client visiting, you must try your best to solve the mystery. Then, do you really know, Victorique? Then, I should go ... the editor is going to get angry again ... "

"Um --- um --- um-."

Kazuya turned around enthusiastically, carefully inspecting everything like an old grandfather, whispered something like a sermon, and said “Oh right" put the <TIME> magazine bought on the stand. On the box, reluctantly, one step at a time, three steps at two turns, finally came down the spiral staircase. Victorique yelled on a chair-shaped swing and said, "... noisy, dead, begging, tired ..." but looked a little lonely in the direction of his leaving.

After watching that for a while, Victorique finally bowed her head. But when she looked up, she still looked in the direction of the stairs unconsciously. Slowly, human expressions were lost a little bit, leaving only a little unpleasantness ... Finally ... Victorique like losing her body temperature , like a beautiful ceramic doll carefully crafted by a legendary doll master In general, the whole body became as cold as porcelain, almost completely still.

The bird who flew nearly close to the ceiling yelled, and flew to Victorique. Seeing her motionless, it calmed down and landed in front of her shoes. Even so, Victorique did not move.

She don't know how long it took but the bird flew up again, and Victorique finally started to move. Then "huh ~" yawned, which didn't match his amazing beauty.

Even though she was still in a bad mood, she picked up the <TIME> magazine on the box and flipped it, and then suddenly--

“!!”

She silently put the book back on the box as if it were an ominous object.

After adjusting her emotions, Victorique took another book and quickly read the entire book at an amazing speed.

The sun shone in through the ceiling, shining on her long silver hair. The birds of the southern country flew around the painting with their beautiful blue wings.

From this point of view, there is a small office in the east side of the south side of Manhattan Island. It looks like the private investigator Victorique , and the book that was originally hidden in the secret college deep in the small mountains of Europe-Sobel. The top floor of the museum is surrounded by deep loneliness, because the young little wolf who turned the pages of the book unfortunately fortunately or unfortunately overlapped.

The book was pushed.

The radio in a corner.

The shark ask tray had the golden lizard pipe.

The books, one by one, dropped as it was read.

Don’t know if it’s an adult or a child, a magical gray wolf, a rare creature like a cargo, exotic trees and flowers, and a wonderful urban dweller who is buried in the monster apartment in their own affairs.

Above them, time flows slowly ...

Suddenly……

-Victorique jumped up like a cat with a trampled tail.

The bell rang on the small table—the bell—was loud.

The ringtone cut through the silence, and time began to flow normally.

Victorique -back on earth, stared at the phone like it was her natural enemy.

As if being suppressed by her stare, the telephone stopped ringing. Victorica nodded contentedly, feeling good.

When she was preparing to start reading again--

The telephone rang again.

Riiiiing!

“Ok……?!"

Victorique continued to stare, like a squirrel, and the phone rang annoyingly again. After a pause, ...

——Ring——! !! ring——! !!

“Ok!!"

It hit and cut off again. call.

Called again ...

"Hmm-!!! Hmm-!!!"

Victorique can't stand it anymore.

"Really, Kujou, it was so easy for me to unplug the phone line and install it again ... Besides, that guy, what can I say is right ... and ah, no help at all”

While complaining in an old woman's hoarse voice, she lowered the book and stood up.

She crouched on the ground looking for a telephone line like a black cat. Large ruffled balls made of black and crimson moved on the floor. After finally finding it, grit your teeth hard—

“Hey!"

——The line had been unplugged.

"Hmm, how’s that?"

Victorique smiled with pride, and the sunlight between the treetops fell gently on her rose-colored cheek.

Victorique returned to the reclining chair and continued to immerse herself in the books. Suddenly, she felt something, and she froze. She approached the triangular window and began to observe the situation outside.

The huge black Cadillac, which would be regarded as an armored vehicle, came down the road. It was an ordinary, boxy car, but it was brewing an unnatural atmosphere. The car slowly drove into the green space, traveled back and forth in the trail, and gradually approached.

Victorique felt unhappy for no reason.

The car stopped in front of the <Merry-go-round> in the Miracle Garden.

The assistant seat slowly opened, and the man in the black suit got out of the car and respectfully opened the door in the back seat.

"Hmm?" Vidolica made a questioning voice.

From the back seat is ...

A handsome male wearing a high-quality suit, jacket and hat, which is also top-quality, and a red woolen scarf. Although he is not tall, he is very strong in terms of shoulder width and waist.

She saw the man leaning on the car and took out a cigarette and set it on fire.

Victorique stared earnestly at the ground where the second person was standing, as if there was an illusion invisible to the naked eye ...

The man raised his chin and made people go forward, and the other black suits started to act. Look at what's heavy in the left inner pocket of the suit ... she was afraid it's a gun, put it inside, and as they move, it swings unluckily.

Victorique looked up at the roof ...

"Hoo ..."

Emerald green eyes flickered expressionlessly like inanimate objects.

"Although I don't know what the situation is, it's really a troublesome guy. I hope it's not the client of our detective agency. But ..."

Glittering silver hair swirls on the ground, flowing between dried petals of various colors. The books on the bookshelves seemed restless.

"... where is the detective, little operator?"

Suddenly questioned, Victorique opened her eyes and raised her head.

It was as if no client had come in, and lying on a recliner casually flipping through the books.

Dark green eyes are like lakes that have existed since the Archean period. Opening them inadvertently will sparkle. Because it is too beautiful, anyone will fall for it.

Standing there was the man in black sent by the boss just now, and it looked like he had no other characteristics than Italian. Looks good.

"<Gray Wolf Detective Agency> Is this right? ... Ah, there is a sign. It's really here, I didn't expect it to be such a strange place."

“...”

"There’s a rumour spreading recently, “Who is the smartest.. to entrust tasks to...” Hey, can you call on Mr. Detective Gray Wolf?"

"Oh? You stink?"

The operator whispered in a hoarse, low voice like an old woman. She blew her pipe and looked out the window—the unidentified man leaning on the armored car-like Cadillac also looked up.

The man in black couldn't help shaking his shoulders when he saw the situation.

"There is a river of blood that cannot be seen by the naked eye, flowing from your feet. It is made of a lot of blood of innocent people. The smell has spread in the" Merry-go-round "..."

"so rude, who are you?"

The good mood had disappeared, and the man in black lowered his voice. Victorique just answered indifferently:

"I'm just answering the phone, I'm sorry the detective is not here."

The man was silently unhappy.

That's been a long time. Suddenly, the man looked out at the man who should be the boss. He seemed to nod his head in silence, and nodded here to let the outside see.

The man took out the documents from the bag and held them up in front of Victorique.

"Did you mean that you wouldn't let us see the detective, Miss Operator?"

“Un."

"It is said that the detective office was apparently not long open, but the detective was a lazy man who was so reckless as to accept" special events. "

“may be."

"But, we-we don't like being rejected. Then, we don't like it-we won't let it go."

"..."

"That's right, I have a good idea."

The man suddenly clapped his hands.

"Miss operator, listen to us on behalf of the Gray Wolf, and tell us later. How about it?"

Victorique kept quiet.

The man continues without hesitation,

"This is what happened this month. Once a week, on Saturday night, it should be said that Sunday morning, the young people in the Italian mafia will be killed. It has been three consecutive weeks since last week.

Victorique frowned in doubt, slowly looking up at the other person.

"You, ... just said three murders, right?"

The green eyes flashed strangely, and it seemed that she finally became interested in the words of the other party.

"... But at least one thousand gangsters are killed in a year in this city, and journalists are busy investigating gangster killings every day. Despite this, you say there are only three gangsters. Who, What's the difference?"

The man smiled lowly.

"Of course, because there is no motive at all.”

"Motive?"

The man curled up his thick lips and laughed even wider.

"Listen, Miss Operator? Most people may not know, for muderers there must be a reason for their actions. Revenge and the like. This so-called revenge, ah, may be just a boring quarrel in the bar. But only these three had no reason. Regardless of whether it is a man in a hostile organization or a guy who has been robbed of a woman, the killer company that has received the money has vowed that it has never accepted such a commission. And, more recently, the body will be released with flowers or with strange clothing. Generally speaking, it takes a lot of effort before you escape, but these three things are not the same. No matter which one is an ordinary corpse. "

The man had a blank expression and then he looked down at Victorique.

"That is to say, our organization used this commission instead of saying hello to the Gray Wolf Detective Agency. Understand, Miss Operator?"

Victorique frowned:

"Instead of saying hello? What's going on in our organization? Who are you commissioning as a representative?"

The man in black suddenly lost his expression, and that face became even more featureless.

"My name ... well, it's John Smith, that's it. Just the shadow of someone ..."

With that said, he looked out the window. Victorique looked at the face, apparently calling him trouble, and said dully:

"... The gray wolf is a willful and lazy detective. The trust of an unidentified client like this will definitely be rejected."

"That's right."

The man in black smiled lowly.

Then he silently took out a small thing from his chest pocket ... Putting it down aloud made people startled--

Wham!

It was a bullet.

A silver banana pattern is engraved on the silver side.

"!"

Victorique could not help but hold her breath.

"The bullet of a banana machine gun ... wait a minute ... you ..."

But the man in black just walked down the spiral staircase and disappeared. Victorique stood up, trampling her black enamel high heels so hard they made a noise, and she hurried to catch up and went down the spiral staircase. The red and black lotus leaves are covered with fantastic silver hair.

When Victorique stepped out of the "Merry-go-round", the man in black had already sat on the assistant's seat, the engine made a loud noise, and the car drove forward. She stayed in the same place and looked down. Suddenly, the car stopped, as if receiving an order, quickly backed out, stopped in front of Victorique, and slowly opened the window.

The window of the car only opened a dozen centimeters, and only the eyes of the gentleman sitting inside could be seen. The skin around the eyes is red and black like drunkenness, with scabs everywhere. Thick and thick eyebrows are mixed with white parts.

Eyes reminiscent of the muzzle looked at Victorique’s face and her tiny body.

Victorique opened her mouth mid way, maintaining a ceramic doll and watch with an expressionless face at the man.

The man exhaled heavily.

“We meet again”

His voice was rough but held power in them. Like a line that sticks.

“The Gray Wolf of legends……a philosopher covered in fur……yet……”

“?”

“It should only belong to me……”

“What……?”

Victorique watched and looked up at the man. A trace of disgust and uneasiness flashed in her ice-like expression.

At this time, the rear seat window has been closed and the engine of the car makes a low noise again. There was a violent noise, and the large black Cadillac like armored car started and drove away in a rough but slow manner.

The uneasy cries of animals came out of the <Merry-go-round>, and the birds fluttered.

The sound broke the silence, and the air began to stir.

Victoria was standing there alone. Her silver hair shining in the sunlight.

(We meet again.)

(It should only belong to me……)

(Gray wolf……!)

The thick, unpleasant breath left by the man was deposited in the silence.

Victorique ’s silver hair shook in the winter breeze, the trees that should be green looked chilling like they were frozen like the atmosphere.

Victorique's small hand clenched onto a golden lizard-shaped pipe. She looked up to the gloomy sky in winter:

"Look, kujou ..."

—— She whispered in an old woman's hoarse voice.

"If you just go out for work, you will run into troublesome clients!"

————

That’s the end of chapter 1. Hope you have enjoyed the wild ride that is this chapter but just a reminder that this is my last translation. Thank you for sticking around till the end. And sorry to those who wanted more gosick. Hopefully someone better at translation can pick this series up.

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