The man who was raised by a cat was named Fukuzawa Yukichi, a name that sounds rich.

Although his portrait is not printed on the Japanese yen in this world, Sawada Tsunayoshi still couldn't help but stretch out his claws and secretly touch the other person's sleeve.

This is Fukuzawa Yukichi... this is 10,000 yen!

Who can resist it?

In addition, the other party blurted out "Yosayano" before he was about to leave, so Sawada Tsunayoshi naturally followed the other party half-believing and half-doubting and walked to the small red building.

Based on experience, this "Fukuzawa Yukichi" is probably also a person with special abilities, so it is possible that he knows Yosano.

So after hesitating for a moment, Tsunayoshi Sawada followed.

The third floor of the small red building was their destination.

The green ivy densely occupied a large area of ​​the wall, making this red building look full of summer greenery.

Sawada Tsunayoshi followed Fukuzawa Yukichi slowly up the stairs. The corridor was not very clean and it was obvious that no one lived there often.

If it were a different time and place, the leader might have already considered the possibility that he had been kidnapped.

The calico cat in his arms placed one paw on the young man's arm and meowed slowly, probably to comfort him, before wagging its tail and walking away as a cat.

Mr. Fukuzawa, who looks very reliable, is actually quite reliable.

Although a trace of barely perceptible embarrassment flashed across the man's face as he looked at the corridor that had not been cleaned up yet, it was only for a moment.

He led the slow-moving young man up the stairs and stopped in front of the door they had rented not long ago.

The detective agency hasn't been cleaned up yet, so you shouldn't be here.

——For a moment, before opening the door, Fukuzawa Yukichi thought in his heart.

But things had already developed to this point, and he had no choice but to regret, so he could only take a breath and push open the door.

A boy wearing a hat and holding a pocky in his mouth turned his head and looked over.

That was the first time that Tsunayoshi Sawada met the boy named "Ranpo Edogawa".

The other person's eyes lit up the moment he saw Fukuzawa Yukichi, just like a cat smelling catnip.

"President!"

He shouted happily, his emerald green eyes sparkling.

The little boy in the hat jumped down from the stool and rushed to Fukuzawa Yukichi. His squinting eyes made Sawada Tsunayoshi worry that he would fall down halfway.

"Who's going to fall? Do I look like that kind of idiot?"

——The next moment this thought came to my mind, it was refuted by the other party.

Sawada Tsunayoshi apologized subconsciously: "Oh, sorry."

Wait, it seems like he didn’t say what he was thinking?

The leader reacted suddenly, and his gaze towards the black-haired boy gradually became strange.

Noticing this gaze, he frowned, ate the biscuit in his mouth in a few bites, and glared at Fukuzawa Yukichi with dissatisfaction while holding his arm.

"Don't think of anything weird in your mind... I don't have the ability to read minds!"

——He even knew that he was guessing whether he had the ability to read minds. Doesn't this just prove that this boy has the ability to read minds? !

Is this also his special ability?

Irritated by these blatant words written almost on the brown-haired boy's face, Edogawa Ranpo couldn't help but puff up his cheeks in anger.

"You're really hard to explain." He muttered, showing unexpected tolerance towards Sawada Tsunayoshi. "It's not easy to see that kind of thing... You can't hide your thoughts."

Only then did Sawada Tsunayoshi cough and pick up the dignity that had fallen to the ground.

"Ahem. Sorry."

But we can't blame him for this, can we?

After all, the last person who was said to have the ability to read minds - although in fact he could only guess the other person's thoughts through facial micro-expressions combined with the actual situation - was called "Reborn", a terrible demon king who ruled half of his life.

So it's not surprising that he would be afraid of a boy who also has the same ability, right?

Thinking of this, the Godfather put on a polite smile.

Edogawa Ranpo squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, then hugged Fukuzawa Yukichi's arm and began to hum.

"Forget it, I forgive you." He muttered, "If it weren't for Xie Ye, Ranbu-sama wouldn't have forgiven you so quickly."

Instead of sounding intimidating, it sounds like a soft and coquettish baby animal.

As he said this, the black-haired young man shrugged his nose and looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi with a suspicious expression.

"President...did you go feed the wild cats in the park again?"

——Then he asked suspiciously.

Tsunayoshi Sawada could clearly see the condemnation in the boy's eyes, "You actually touched other kittens behind my back again."

The white-haired swordsman froze when he heard that, clenched his fist, coughed, and quickly changed the subject.

"So, Ranpo, the person you asked me to bring back is this Sawada-kun, right?"

Seeing the somewhat embarrassed look on the face of the tall swordsman, Tsunayoshi Sawada received a look like he was asking for help from the other party and couldn't help but smile.

Of course, Edogawa Ranpo also knew that it was not the time to act willful in front of other people, but wasn't this Sawada the kid that Yosano liked very much? Rounding it off, he was a reserve member of their detective agency... At the very least, he could be a non-staff member, which meant he was considered "one of our own", so it was right for him to make a little noise.

Thinking of this, the black-haired cat thought for a long time with empty eyes, until Fukuzawa Yukichi took out the snacks and meals for the next week to coax it, and then it reluctantly put the matter aside.

Looking at the two of them getting along, one tall and one short, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but laugh.

Although this "Ranbu" looks like a boy who is older than "himself", but looking at the way he gets angry and acts like a spoiled child with great proficiency, he is still just a little kid...no more than five years old.

Thinking of the other party's outstanding observation ability, and remembering what Fukuzawa Yukichi said dryly that this place was called the "Armed Detective Agency", Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but associate the other party with the word "detective".

Help, what kind of cute combination is this?

This is a type that Tsunayoshi Sawada has never come across before.

After going to great lengths to pacify Edogawa Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi turned around and saw Sawada Tsunayoshi who was waiting obediently and seemed to be thinking about something.

Although he didn't know much about the boy's identity, when he took him back to the detective agency, he recalled some of his past experiences with Yosano Akiko and had some guesses about the boy's identity.

Since he was an "acquaintance" of Xie Ye and he had never met him, he could only be a child he knew some time ago, around the time of the war.

During that war, because of her unique abilities, she and Akiko Yosano were spotted by the then military officer Mori Ogai, who built an "Undead Army" with her as the core during the war.

Although it failed to turn the tide, it did help delay the war, until a certain weapon made by the Japanese government was born, allowing the country to escape the tragic consequences of being colonized.

After the war, due to some reasons, she and Akiko Yosano were imprisoned by the government. Until a few years ago, in order to launch another plan, Mori Ogai took her out of the government's detention facility.

Then it came to his side.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was reluctant to talk about the fight over Yosano Akiko, but he remembered that when he brought the depressed girl out to her former "friend" and former military officer named "Tachihara" who helped them rescue Yosano Akiko, the girl grabbed the corner of the young man's clothes with an indifferent expression in the face of Mori Ogai's words of use.

"He..." The girl, who hadn't spoken for a long time, had a hoarse voice. After stumbling and coughing several times, she finally said a complete sentence. She looked anxious and nervous. "Where is he?"

The young man, who was originally happy because he successfully rescued Xie Ye, was stunned and his expression became gloomy.

Although he was not quite sure who the "he" they were talking about was, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who later became close to him, was always concerned about this matter and was very careful to avoid the other party's minefields. When he looked at the brown-haired boy sitting on the sofa and sipping coffee jelly, he had a subtle premonition.

Maybe...

He looked at Edogawa Ranpo.

Edogawa Ranpo, who had reluctantly given a small piece of snacks from his own pile to the brown-haired rabbit, caught the president's gaze and nodded, feeling sorry for the snack.

Humph, if he wasn't someone very important to Xie Ye, he wouldn't share his snacks with him.

No, it still hurts.

The detective tilted his head back, trying to imitate the way they do in TV dramas by tilting his head back 45 degrees, so that the tears that were falling from his eyes due to the loss of the snacks could roll back.

No, the president is still here. He has to act like a good boy who knows how to entertain guests, and he only gives things he doesn’t like... uh huh.

I was so heartbroken that I started praying for Xie Ye to come back soon and take the brown rabbit away.

While Edogawa Ranpo was praying secretly and peeking at Sawada Tsunayoshi who was eating his snacks, Sawada Tsunayoshi was also observing the little detective.

The taciturn Fukuzawa Yukichi obviously knew that it was unreliable to let a childish little detective entertain guests, so he took out a snack and tea from a box that someone had brought when visiting him at some unknown time, brewed a cup of rough tea and placed it in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who knew that this kind of hospitality was extremely crude, said: "...Ahem, I'm sorry."

Tsukichi Sawada was extremely sympathetic to this grass-roots team, after all, he was not there to entrust business.

However, in order to avoid embarrassment, he consciously took out a book as a disguise.

This stack of books was also newly purchased by this detective agency that seems to be still under construction, and they have hardly been opened.

He spotted Verlaine's new book among the unopened pile, and it looked very exquisitely packaged.

However, since he was not with his brother this time, he did not bring his collection of poems. There was even a post on the Internet where Verlaine's fans were celebrating happily that their family had finally gotten rid of a cancer that had bound them together through nepotism.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: ...I'm so sorry.

In short, when seeing the beautifully packaged poetry collection, Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression was not very stable. Even Edogawa Ranpo, who was still feeling sad about his snacks not far away, couldn't help but look at him.

Then he showed a subtle look.

After waiting and waiting, when the sun was high in the sky and Edogawa was pacing around thinking about what to eat for lunch, the wind chime hanging at the door rang.

I heard the voice before I saw the person. The first voice that caught my ears was a woman's. Because it was someone close to me, it was gentle and intimate. At first glance, it seemed no different from the previous one.

But there are some.

The former girl turned into a trustworthy big sister, and she walked into the room in black leather shoes, followed by a black-haired woman in a long skirt, with golden butterflies falling between her hair, like an angel's kiss.

With Yosano Akiko.

At this time, the woman who was talking to the young man carrying shopping bags behind her did not see the young man holding the tea on the sofa at first. Instead, the man walking behind her also saw the brown head, and an incredible expression gradually appeared on his face.

"Hmm? What happened?"

Saying this, he and Yosano Akiko turned their heads.

The next moment, the woman's pupils constricted, and the shopping bag in her hand fell to the ground with a bang. A golden butterfly fluttered through the air, but in the blink of an eye, she had already rushed in front of him and hugged him tightly.

"That's great..." She trembled, feeling grateful for the remaining life after death. She wanted to reach out and touch the face of the person in front of her, but she was reluctant to let go, fearing that he would disappear in the next moment.

All the words I had imagined I would say when we met again were swallowed back into my stomach, as if this was the only thing I could say, and I could only keep saying "That's great".

Very good.

Yoseno Akiko thought with a trembling voice, you are still alive...that's great.

Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked.

He tilted his head to give himself a moment to catch his breath.

The brown-haired young man thought for a long time, and seemed to be thinking nothing. After there was no movement between him and Xie Ye, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand and put the other's palm against his cheek.

"I'm here." He said earnestly, as if to comfort her and state a fact. "It's okay, Ms. Xie Ye, I'm still here."

…

…

"Wow, you are in this place."

On the other hand, the black-haired boy who should have been stuffed into the hospital by Sawada Tsunayoshi at this moment and was enjoying the meticulous care of the nurses on the hospital bed appeared somewhere in Yokohama.

He appeared so abruptly that everyone in the room looked at him suddenly.

His eyes and weapons were pointed at him, but the black-haired boy's expression did not change at all, and his eyes were only fixed on another boy who looked very thin.

Perhaps because he had just been fed, the boy looked more energetic than usual, and even his face was not so pale.

He also looked at the boy who suddenly appeared and frowned, obviously very surprised by the other party's arrival.

"You seem surprised to see me." said the black-haired boy, Dazai Osamu. His tone sounded very familiar to him, but God knows they had just met for the first time last night.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke couldn't help but cough.

"Hey, you guy."

However, before Akutagawa could speak, someone started shouting. It was the enemy who was chasing him, and they were yelling at Dazai Osamu, "Where did you jump out from? Can't you see that we are clearing out this tuberculosis, you bastard!"

Coincidentally, Akutagawa Ryunosuke also had the same doubts.

The feeling of being interrupted was something Dazai Osamu rarely experienced, and he frowned imperceptibly.

"What a noisy guy." He muttered. Although his body temperature had dropped a lot, his head was still groggy. He, a brainy person who usually relied on his own brain the most, felt very uncomfortable.

He could notice the little guy without eyebrows looking at him, but they didn't seem very familiar.

However, he did appreciate the other person's will to survive, and he was also a rare person with special abilities, and he seemed to dislike him... Wouldn't this just be a good way to neutralize the situation with Atsushi?

As I was thinking this, a big white cat came in lightly from the window.

Like Dazai Osamu, Nakajima Atsushi also ignored the other people in the room, but his eyes paused briefly when they fell on Akutagawa, and after a flash of some emotions that even the owner himself was not quite clear about, they fell on Dazai Osamu.

He knelt on one knee in front of the black-haired boy very skillfully.

"The enemy forces outside have been wiped out." He bowed his head towards the darkness, "Dazai-sama."

Dazai Osamu didn't even frown, but the others who heard this started to get agitated.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the leader took the lead and shot the defenseless black-haired kid.

Dazai Osamu didn't even move.

The half-tiger boy skillfully blocked the bullet before it could hit him, and the next moment the wall collapsed, revealing the elite force "Black Lizards" from the port mafia.

Dazai Osamu, who had known this would happen, yawned lazily and walked leisurely towards the injured Akutagawa in the hail of bullets.

"Hey, I'm in need of a subordinate recently." He said, some words lingering in his throat, and finally the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth and turned into a chuckle.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at him warily.

The advantage of having a "dream" is that he can use Rashomon more easily... but he is not the person he was a few years later in the dream after all, so although he can expand his power, he will still be captured by his opponents in the slums.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke wanted to say that he would not be the same as the enemy in the dream, but when he saw the black-haired boy walking out of the hail of bullets, he felt the attraction of fantasy.

This person... is darkness itself.

He had never been so aware of this matter before.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke gritted his teeth.

But I heard the other party smile with interest.

"Looks like a stubborn kid." Dazai Osamu said, looking down at Akutagawa who was tied up and lying on the ground. Although he was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes. He touched his chin and made an evaluation, "Does that guy like this type?"

Be it that stubborn dwarf or this seemingly stubborn idiot...is this the kind of person that guy likes?

Dazai Osamu couldn't help but think about the possibility of himself pretending to be such an idiot... No, he would die. If he became such an idiot, he would definitely die.

Then I can only take in a few idiots to attract the attention of that idiot.

He thought with regret.

At this moment he felt like he was trying his best to retain the concubines of the philandering emperor. Staring at Akutagawa Ryunosuke who seemed to have no idea what was going on, Dazai Osamu could not help but grit his teeth.

Maybe he was still ill, so his thoughts became childish. Looking at the black-haired mutant lop-eared rabbit (not a rabbit) that knew nothing, he couldn't help but get a little angry. !

Whether it's this idiot or that dwarf, he was obviously the one who came first... Everything has a first come first served order. Does that guy Tsunayoshi Sawada understand this?