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Atsushi Nakajima: What to do, what to do, what to do...

You should know that when he last collaborated with Akutagawa to bring Pushkin back to Port Mafia, he hadn't yet developed "Parkinson's disease"! If Akutagawa exposes his faking illness, he, Dazai-san, and Wakai-san will likely be thrown out of the clinic and receive an exorbitant bill.

Kawakami Wakana also noticed Nakajima Atsushi's awkward and nervous expression, and could only silently shrug, even waiting with amusement for Dazai Osamu's trick to be exposed by Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

However, what was unexpected was—

As Dazai continued to describe Nakajima Atsushi's symptoms, Akutagawa Ryunosuke nodded and then gave Nakajima Atsushi a sympathetic look.

"..." He actually believed it?

"Ahem—" Blackjack finally cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence.

“You,” he first looked at Akutagawa, “I can perform the surgery, but the treatment cost will increase to fifty million. Is that acceptable?”

Ryunosuke Akutagawa nodded.

“I spoke with the leader, and he said that if I die of lung disease due to refusal to receive treatment, the Mafia would have to spend well over 30 million to train a killer of equal skill.”

As he spoke, he pulled out an invoice from his black long robe. "The boss gave me 60 million for treatment."

Blackjack didn't say anything, simply accepting the money silently. But Kawakami Wakana had a premonition that if Akutagawa Ryunosuke truly recovered, perhaps the 60 million wouldn't be returned.

However, Atsushi Nakajima wouldn't consider these things. Although he was once again shocked by the Port Mafia's wealth, he was still happy that Akutagawa could see things clearly.

Until Blackjack's gaze fell on him.

"Let me tell you about yourself—"

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

“Armed Detective Agency, is that right?” Black Jack’s gaze swept over the three people present, excluding Akutagawa. His gaze paused when he saw the bandage on Dazai Osamu’s hand and Nakajima Atsushi’s fingers, which were still twitching as if he had Parkinson’s. “Parkinson’s disease is not so easy to cure. It requires long-term treatment. If there is any improvement after one year, pay 150 million yen for treatment.”

"Deal!" Dazai Osamu said happily, then pulled Nakajima Atsushi and Kawakami Wakai away from the clinic.

It wasn't until he breathed in the fresh air outside that Atsushi Nakajima seemed to realize what was happening and abruptly pulled his hand away.

"Dazai-san—!"

"If Kunikida-san knew about the 150 million yen budget, he would be devastated."

“Trust me, Atsushi,” Dazai Osamu simply smiled, “that doctor won’t ask for payment for treatment in the end.”

"—At least it won't cost you money to treat your Parkinson's."

"...?"

When I returned to the Armed Detective Agency, it was already past six in the afternoon. The office was empty; I didn't know if the others had already left or were out on fieldwork.

"Time to go home—" Dazai Osamu had just entered the office when he walked out, hands behind his back, humming a suicide pact song.

The sunset was quite beautiful today; it would be perfect for swimming.

If no one is following behind you.

"Wakai-chan," Dazai Osamu stopped and turned around, "Is there something you need?"

Kawakami Wakana was startled by his unexpected turn of the head. She breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "Did you also realize that Dr. Blackjack might already be suspecting that Atsushi doesn't actually have Parkinson's?"

"So what if it is?" Under the setting sun, Dazai Osamu's eyes were deep. "I already knew when I took Atsushi to visit him that the doctor was either fooled by our acting or, even if he saw through it, he wouldn't easily reveal it."

"Even if he figured it out, he couldn't guess what the detective agency's purpose was. If he refused directly, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't put himself in a disadvantageous position. So for Dr. Blackjack, the best solution was to pretend to be deceived and see what the Armed Detective Agency would do next."

"..."

“However,” he turned around and looked at Ruoyi, “Ruoyi-chan noticed it too. You’ve improved a lot.”

"Would you like me to teach you something?"

"..." Kawakami Wakana had no reason to doubt that even if Dazai Osamu wanted to teach her some practical tips, it would turn into "one hundred ways to make painless purple clay teapots".

She pursed her lips slightly, mimicking Dazai Osamu's smile. "Alright, let's be frank then."

“Dazai-san, your relationship with Nakahara Chuuya seems to be more than just that of two members of opposing organizations.”

"And Akutagawa, he actually believed you so easily."

"What exactly is your relationship with Port Mafia?"

She didn't mean to doubt her colleagues; it's just that Fei Jia had said that Dazai Osamu was definitely not a simple person. And the behavior of Nakahara Chuuya and Akutagawa Ryunosuke was nothing short of confirming this.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Kawakami Wakana noticed that, just like Fedia, a profound and unfathomable quality had appeared in Dazai Osamu's eyes.

"Ruoyi-chan..." Even her voice dropped several decibels, "Do you know that some things are better left unsaid?"

"At least for you, it's a form of protection."

With that, he raised his hand and went downstairs.

"If there's nothing else, I'm going into the water."

Ruoyi was left alone standing in the afterglow of the sunset.

"..."

…………

What secrets Dazai Osamu held remained unknown to Kawakami Wakai.

Perhaps Edogawa Ranpo, the strategist of the Armed Detective Agency, or Oda Sakunosuke, who was closest to Dazai Osamu, knew something, but since Dazai didn't want her to know, Kawakami Wakana believed that unless it was a secret that threatened her, it would only be annoying for her to inquire further.

and--

In mid-to-late November, Ruoyi was about to officially move.

Kawakami Wakana didn't dare tell her parents that she had joined the Armed Detective Agency and would even be living in the agency's dormitory in Yokohama. She only said that she had found a job at a hospital in Tokyo and would continue to live in her current rented apartment temporarily after graduation.

After all, her parents didn't know she had special abilities, or even that they existed. She didn't think she needed to cause her two elders unnecessary worry.

Fortunately, the people at the detective agency were all very kind. With their help, Ruoyi successfully completed her move.

After celebrating the move with her new colleagues at the detective agency, it was already past 7 p.m. After resting for a while on the tatami mats in the agency's dormitory, Kawakami Wakana sat up and turned on her computer, preparing to review the work instructions sent by the plastic surgery hospital, which would begin in April.

But as soon as I opened the email, a new message from an unknown mailbox caught my eye.

Want to play a mystery game?

The content is a URL. Below it is a line of text—

[If you don't click the link within 24 hours, the Armed Detective Agency's most closely guarded secrets may be revealed!]

Kawakami Wakai: What?

She felt a chill in her heart.

Wakai's first reaction was that this might be related to Dazai Osamu.

After all, on the very day she went to the Black Jack Clinic, Dazai Osamu had personally said that he would teach her something.

But then I thought, if it were Dazai, he could have simply brought up the so-called "deduction game" in front of her. Even if it was necessary to use the internet, there was no need to prepare a strange email address full of gibberish. There was even less need to deliberately threaten to "reveal the detective agency's shameful secrets."

But if it weren't for Dazai...

Who is it? And what is their purpose?

Of course, Kawakami Wakana wouldn't open an email from such an unknown source. In the end, she took her computer to the Armed Detective Agency the next day.

Originally, she only wanted to discuss with the detective agency who the sender might be and what secrets they might hold, but Edogawa Ranpo, who was munching on a delicious stick, unceremoniously clicked on the email link.

“…!” Kawakami Wakai was practically roaring.

What are you doing?! What if her computer gets infected with a virus?!

“See, no problem.” Edogawa Ranpo dragged the computer over. “It seems the poster really just wanted to play a detective game with you.”

The problem on the screen actually involved logical thinking. It was just more complex than the typical "only the prisoner lied" problem.

Huh...?

"Should we give it a try?" Edogawa Ranpo asked. "Regardless of the sender's motives, if the opponent is a 'demon,' I think this kind of mental training is necessary."

"I understand." Ruoyi nodded.

…………

Fyodor's hiding place.

"Tuosijun—!"

Gogol used his supernatural powers to snatch the coffee from Fyodor's hand and said with some displeasure, "You've been staring at the computer all night."

Fyodor turned around, his purplish-grape-colored eyes fixed on Gogol.

"..." This expression clearly shows that he hadn't noticed that he had been there all night.

Gogol covered his mouth and chuckled a few times: "What, still waiting for your cat to reply?"

"If you're going to imitate Blue○ game, you can be even more radical."

“That’s not what I meant.” Fyodor turned his head away coldly.

"It's just a matter of training your thinking skills."

"—I said I wanted to see just how far the kitten could ultimately go."

After all, it would be rather boring if Dazai was the only opponent who could rival him.

Since he couldn't be a subordinate, he didn't dislike the feeling if Kawakami Wakai could become a worthy opponent.

only--

There's just one more human nature test on the kitten that hasn't been completed yet.

If she were really faced with the trolley problem, what would she choose?

"..." Gogol couldn't help but retort, "Then you don't need to train her to be the next Dazai Osamu."

“So,” Fyodor didn’t answer, but said coldly to Gogol, “what are you here for?”

"What?" Gogol blinked. "I heard some breaking news at Dr. Blackjack's clinic."

"The Port Mafia member named Ryunosuke Akutagawa is about to receive treatment from Dr. Black Jack."

"Is that so..."

Fyodor sat in front of the computer, his chin resting on his hand.

"You've brought some interesting news."

Just then, the computer screen flashed, showing that someone had answered the question in the link.

Fyodor's pale fingers tapped the mouse:

To train him to become like Osamu Dazai...?

Fyodor stared at the computer screen, the fluorescent light casting a shadow on his pale face.

If she can pass all the tests, perhaps...

[Author's Note]

Chapter 50! Hooray!

I'm giving away red envelopes in the comments section, please comment! qwq

Small Theater

If Fyodor and Wakana Kawakami were both doctors, one an emergency room doctor and the other an internal medicine resident, it would be like...

Fyodor: Hello, ER, please bring in a patient.

Kawakami Wakai: What's going on?

Fyodor: It's not a big problem, just that the blood oxygen level is a little low.

After receiving the patient, Kawakami Wakai: ...?

Blood oxygen concentration 60%