Yellow Detective POV:
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A space that felt both familiar and unfamiliar.
I was standing in the middle of such a strange dream.
It gave a nostalgic feeling as if a scene from an old mory was unfolding, yet it was an unfamiliar dream that wasn't in my mory at all.
A few steps ahead of , I could see the distinct back view of a man.
A man wearing the sa yellow suit as .
His face was hidden, but there was a strange familiarity, a resonance that seed to pull at the fringes of faded mories.
The curve of his shoulders, the rhythm of his steps, everything seed to be quietly and persistently gesturing for to recognize him.
For so reason, I felt a sense of longing and started running after him.
With each step I took, a strange weight held back my footsteps.
Fragnts of an old mory I didn't know were weighing down my steps.
With each step forward, an entirely unfamiliar scene unfolded.
"Junior, if you rely only on your intuition like that, you'll get into big trouble."
I heard the voice of an unknown man.
Not in my mory.
Another step forward revealed yet another scene.
"From now on... you."
A bloody man handed sothing over to .
This too, not in my mory.
No matter how far I ran, the distance between and the man walking slowly with light steps didn't seem to close.
In the final mont, as that man glanced back at ,
His head began to be covered in a reddish smoke, like Watson.
At that very mont.
When he was about to say sothing.
I woke up from the dream.
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??? POV:
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The night city was covered in a deep darkness like a black opal.
In the quiet night when the city noise died down, a red light seeped out from the window of a dilapidated building.
The crimson glow of a gas lamp on a wooden desk swayed and danced gently, bathing the interior of the detective's office in a ruby hue.
On such a quiet night, the red flas in Watson suddenly flared up with a whoosh.
[Is Hols asleep?]
[Yeah, asleep.]
[Hols seems strange.]
[It's probably nothing?]
The smoke seeping out of Watson filled the office, and shadows rippled abundantly above it.
[When's the next request?]
[But Hols seems strange now.]
[Scary!]
[Is it the 'eyes'?]
[But we don't need to run away, right?]
[It's not certain yet.]
[Is Hols strange?]
[Will there be a Junior #3 too?]
The chaotic murmuring of Watson's collective monologue suddenly stopped at one point.
All the shadows started staring intently at one spot.
[Hols is strange!]
[Hols is strange!]
[Hols is strange!]
The smoke billowing out from the gas lamp flowed down the table, squeezed through the door crack and started seeping out.
The smoke climbed up the stairs and walls.
The smoke that kept ascending the stairs of the old building began seeping into a certain place when it arrived at its intended location.
A room where faint starlight shone through the half-lowered blinds.
Smoke began wafting out through the tightly closed door crack.
The old clothes hanger and the yellow trench coat hanging on it, illuminated by the dim light of the blinds, were also engulfed by the smoke, their traces no longer visible.
The docunts and case files on the old desk were swallowed by the smoke, and the ashtray and half-empty whiskey bottle on the side of the desk also disappeared into the smoke.
The only thing protruding like an island from the sea of impenetrable smoke was an old leather sofa with slightly sunken cushions.
On that sofa lay a yellow detective in a suit, asleep.
It seed he fell asleep as soon as he returned, out of exhaustion.
The smoke surrounded the detective as if looking down on him.
[Did Hols rember?]
[Hols should keep forgetting?]
[Why can he rember?]
The smoke billowing out from the gas lamp examined the area around the detective, and discovered a sphere intermittently emitting light.
[We can't let him pick up this Object!]
[We have to destroy it.]
[When did he get this Object?]
[While we were asleep!]
The sphere placed on the side table was shooting light towards the sleeping detective's head, and whenever the light shone down, the detective seed to contort in pain.
The reddish smoke engulfed the sphere in its palm and crushed it.
[Hols. Forever together!]
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??? POV:
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I wrote the last line but then crossed it out with a pen stroke.
I can't write impressions like that in a report, no.
I observed the Golden Reaper cheerfully floating above the magnet in the silent assistant director's office.
I tapped the Golden Reaper with my finger.
Tap tap.
No matter what I did, the ever-happy Golden Reaper just smiled back at .
Due to concerns about ntal contamination, I decided to secretly move the Golden Reaper from the lounge to the deputy director's office for safekeeping.
Fortunately, since the Golden Reaper has the characteristic of disappearing quickly, no one found it suspicious that it disappeared.
It would have been annoying if there were employees who thought it was strange, but fortunately there didn't seem to be any.
It was an inevitable decision to protect the ntal health of the researchers and to observe the Golden Reaper more closely.
Looking at the clock, it was already 12 o'clock.
Ti to feed the Golden Reaper.
"Reaper! Let's eat."
I took out a pudding from the fridge, and the Reaper jumped onto my palm, nibbling it in small bites like a small animal.
Nom nom nom~
Watching the Reaper eat, a thought occurred to .
"I wonder how cute it would be if Reaper could make sounds?"
I wanted to hear the Reaper's cries.
That's what I thought.
Hmm, I cleared my throat and opened my notebook again to start observing.
I have no personal motives, I just need to do my job.
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Reaper (MC) POV:
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Watching TV cradled in Yerin's arms.
On the table in front of the TV were all kinds of puddings lined up by type.
"These are all the pudding varieties available in Seoul! Isn't it amazing?"
With Yerin hugging from behind, our cheeks touching, she explained about the puddings.
Mostly about where they were sold and what their characteristics were.
Nom nom nom~
I tasted each pudding one by one, slowly and thodically.
Puddings are still delicious.
But this wasn't the taste of the pudding from the camp!
I shook my head sadly side to side.
"Oh! This batch didn't work either? Should I get ones that are only sold in rural areas then?"
Yerin hugged tight and grumbled, "You've beco too picky lately."
I felt bad for Yerin going through the trouble of getting puddings, but I really wanted to know what the pudding the ninja brought was.
"You picky pig Reaper!"
Yerin pinched my cheeks as she vented.
"Oh, that's right. Ta-da! I got this. It wasn't as hard to find as I thought."
Yerin took out a photo from her arms and showed it to .
The photo showed an exotic landscape against a backdrop of black mud.
And in the center of the photo, a jet-black penguin was dancing rrily.
Dum-chit dum-chit.
T/N: What...?
Though the lively dance moves made no sound, it made one feel the rhythm and beat instinctively.
It was even more amusing to see the penguin dancing with its short arms and legs.
"Ah, but I heard they were selling this at the 'Daily Object'. Seems their business isn't doing well lately, so they're even selling photos like this to make money.... Even though they're not a Research Institute, is it okay for them to do business with Objects?"
Yerin added that carelessly handling such Objects could lead to big trouble. But it lacked persuasion coming from Yerin, who treated them most carelessly herself.
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Junior 1 POV:
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At the detective agency in the morning.
As usual, the detective agency was filled with the faint aroma of coffee and the loud sounds of the TV.
A death seemingly caused by an unidentified wild animal.
Suspicions that the new drug circulating in Seoul lately is linked to Objects.
Seoul had many cases again this morning.
The senior was sighing while sipping the dark roasted coffee, with the TV sounds as background music.
Senior's eyes looked swollen? He seed extrely tired.
"Senior, why do you look so exhausted?"
"I don't know. I'm strangely fatigued. Maybe it's because of this..."
Where the senior pointed with his finger, there was a split Object in two pieces.
"When I woke up, it was smashed. Maybe it was an Object with a usage limit or ti limit. It makes sense for a healing ability to have such restrictions."
"Well, what's gone is gone. So senior! What about the next request?"
"I don't know. Feels like I've been working too hard lately..."
Senior leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling as he spoke.
"Let's take so simple requests to earn so money first. Once I feel sufficiently rested, I'll take an Object case again."
"Finding evidence of an affair? Is it okay for a detective to do that?"
"That's originally what detectives do. You seem to expect too much from because of Watson. I'm not Sherlock."
The gas lamp flickered violently, as if objecting to the senior's words.
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