I'm so happy!

Conan and the others on the other side were stunned to see that after taking the phone, the person's entire demeanor changed from that of a terrorist to that of a three-year-old child. They wondered if it was really the same person.

"Dazai, let Hisasaku stay in that place where there are no superhumans. Don't bring him back."

Chuuya closed his eyes, leaned against the wall of the practice room, and spoke in a low voice.

Dazai paused for a moment, then resumed his nonchalant smile.

"Ugh~ I don't want to listen to Chuuya!"

After saying this, Dazai hung up the phone and tossed it into Kyusaku's arms.

"I don't want to hear Chuuya scold me. Ah~ I can already imagine Chuuya's impotent rage on the other side."

[Dazai's prediction]

[lol, how well does Dazai know Chuuya? He could hear Chuuya's angry curses even if he hadn't died for a second longer.]

[Dazai, you'll never get a wife this way!]

"Huh? Won't Nakahara-nii be angry if I hang up the phone like this?"

"They've been getting along like this since they met seven years ago."

Conan looked at Hisasaku beside him with some curiosity. Hisasaku quietly moved to Conan's side and whispered back.

"Those two older brothers have known each other for so long, why are they still not on good terms?"

"Of course it's because I hate dogs the most!"

Ayumi, who was standing nearby, overheard their conversation and curiously asked a question, but she didn't lower her voice. Everyone present heard it. Dazai approached and answered Ayumi's question. Of course, he hadn't missed Conan and Kyusaku's previous conversation either.

"Zhongye should have left you some money, right? Give me the card."

Dazai walked up to Kyusaku as a matter of course and reached out his hand to ask for the card. Kyusaku looked at Dazai in shock, and finally slowly took out the card from his pocket and handed it to Dazai.

Dazai took the card, twirled it around in his hand a few times, then put it in his pocket and turned to leave.

"Mr. Dazai, when will you give me my card...?"

Shh—I'm just borrowing it for a moment.

Dazai put his index finger to his lips, silencing Kyusaku who was about to say something, and looked at Kyusaku's hand holding the phone with a dangerous gaze.

In the end, I answered Hisaku's question. I can't let Chuuya know about this, although it wouldn't matter if he did.

【Can I say that's just like you, Osamu the Rabbit?】

[Hilarious! Everyone on the Detective Conan side is totally dumbfounded!]

[Dazai: Please, this is my wife's money. Of course I have every right to take it.]

[It's just in time that Chuuya isn't around, so I don't have to get beaten up.]

[I feel like Kusaku is about to send a message to complain about us any second now]

Chuuya saw a few black lines appear above his head as he watched the comments, but ignored some of them as usual. That damn mackerel! In the end, he sighed. At least this guy didn't touch that brat.

Later, Chuuya resumed his training, but unlike before, the comments section showed Dazai's trip to Beika Town after taking his card.

Although I wasn't interested in this guy's whereabouts, I couldn't turn off the comments, so I just watched it for entertainment.

So, Zhong learned from the comments that Dazai had used his card to eat crab meat five times in one afternoon.

I have no idea who did this. I clearly turned off all notifications when I gave the card to Hisaku, but now every bill is still being sent to my phone.

Chuuya stared at the message notification on his phone, his face darkening. His lips twitched. He didn't even need to think to know what this guy meant. Wasn't this just a reminder that he still owed him a meal of crab meat?

[laughs] Dazai's roundabout reminder also suggests he still owes him a meal.

[Dazai's little thoughts are so hard to guess!]

Just as darkness fell and Chuuya had almost assumed Dazai would stay in Beika Town for a few days, a train ticket purchase record finally popped up on his phone.

[Ah! Dazai went all that way just to do this?]

"Don't be so naive, kid. You ran all that way just to kill the guy who kidnapped Chuuya? That's interesting."

No, no, no, Dazai also sneaked into that newspaper office and deleted all their backups.

Chuuya was stunned when he saw these comments. So that's why that guy went to Beika Town. After a long time, Chuuya suddenly remembered that when they were partners, this guy had also cleaned up the mess in the same way.

It's just fresh crab meat. He'll catch it for him himself as payment.

The next day, Chuuya got up very early to go to the beach to catch crabs. On the way, he stopped a mushroom-headed man who was chasing a newspaper and almost got hit by a car.

"Is this newspaper that important? At least watch where you're going!"

"I'm sorry, thank you so much!"

Chuuya glanced at the newspaper, which was about the White Whale incident. Tch, Akutagawa clearly contributed to it too, yet all that was mentioned was a picture of that kid, Tiger Boy.

Chuuya casually tossed the newspaper to the man and turned to leave.

【ah? 】

Is this right, family?

[No, Chuuya just got up early and saved the director?]

[Chuya is still too authoritative]

Chuuya glanced at the comments and realized he had saved an important character. However, he didn't get any useful information from the comments, so he put the matter out of his mind.

Since there was still more than half of the holiday left, Chuuya did not use the faster method of catching crabs with his special ability. Instead, he obtained some tools and managed to catch a small bucketful in the afternoon.

Don't be fooled by this small bucket; we only pick out the fattest ones.

[Xiao Zhong, admit it, you actually love it a lot.]

[Little Rabbit Zaizhi is really lucky, huh?]

Chuuya watched the scrolling comments, his ear tips, hidden under his hair, turning slightly red. This was only because that guy had helped him and kept the secret, and there would definitely not be a second time.

Chuuya took the fresh crabs to the best seafood restaurant in Yokohama. As for cooking, Chuuya decided against doing it himself, showing some self-awareness.

Chuuya carried the processed crabs to the riverbank where they had worked together last time. He really didn't know where to find Dazai, but he couldn't bring himself to go to the detective agency with something in his hands. He figured it was up to fate whether he could get any crabs or not.

Just as the sun was about to set, someone suddenly sat down next to Chuuya, and a moment later there was the rustling sound of packaging bags being torn open. Dazai was holding up a crab that was bigger than his face, looking somewhat amazed.

Wow, what a huge crab!

"You ate so much yesterday, and you can still eat today? I thought you weren't coming."

"After all, crab meat is my favorite food~ But Chuuya is so mean! He's the one who's treating, but he didn't even send a message. If he hadn't suddenly decided to come to the swimming pool today, we would have missed it perfectly, right?"

"Tch, well, you still came."

Dazai did not reply to Chuuya's question. In fact, he was unaware of the matter today. Ranpo-sensei had mentioned it to him when he was leaving get off work, so he came over.

The two sat quietly on the riverside benches, the only sound being the soft crackling of Dazai peeling crab meat.

The two sat together in perfect harmony, like a married couple.

That's it, let's put aside all talk of conflicting identities.

[The MVP of this match belongs to Ranpo-sama!]

If Dazai hadn't defected back then, there probably would have been many more harmonious moments like this between them.

No, Dazai only goes crazy on Chuuya's trigger points.

[Chuuya immediately shut up after mentioning his former partner]

As Dazai's movements grew quieter, Chuuya didn't wait for Dazai to finish eating and got up to leave.

"Chuuya, I'm so happy today."

"…Um."

"Chuuya, soon there will be a danger that will harm the entire Yokohama, and I may die because of it."

"Are you kidding me? This joke isn't funny."

Chuuya paused, turned around, and stared at Dazai. Dazai continued to gnaw on the crab in his hand with an innocent expression, as if he had just said those words, and it wasn't him.