"I was wondering why there was such a strong fishy smell in there! So you are here, Dazai. I can smell the mackerel from a long distance away."

The petite executive clicked his hat and his tone became very impolite, even angry. It seemed that seeing Dazai Osamu here and being in the same store with Dazai Osamu was enough to make him feel disgusted.

However, as the one who was rejected, Dazai Osamu did not show any anger on his face, as if he was used to such situations, or was quite comfortable with it.

"You are," the white-haired boy was stunned, until he found his voice again, and said with a trembling voice, "Nakahara Chuuya, an official of the Port Mafia?"

"So it's you, kid," Nakahara Chuuya only then noticed the boy standing behind Dazai Osamu. The little tiger's timid look obviously made him a little impatient. "It's not good to be so timid. Am I scary?"

Nakajima Atsushi showed obvious fear because of the mafia's words. Before his beautiful yellow and purple eyes began to fade, the young man in the light-colored windbreaker finally spoke. As soon as he opened his mouth, he ignited the atmosphere here.

The kind of disgusting smile that Nakahara Chuuya was very familiar with in the past appeared on the young man's face, like a layer of false mask, which made the cadres of the port mafia always have the urge to tear it apart.

“Don’t bully the younger generation of our detective agency, Chuuya.” The last two words seemed to have been lingering between Dazai Osamu’s lips and teeth for a long time before being uttered slowly.

The person concerned obviously felt uncomfortable having his name spoken in such a way, and the Mafia officer wearing a top hat immediately revealed an expression of undisguised disgust.

"Don't call me by my name like that, it's disgusting, Dazai." The mafia protested vigorously.

"How could a slimy little slug not like being called that? Doesn't Chuu feel happy too?"

A smile that was very provocative for Nakahara Chuuya appeared on Dazai Osamu's face again. The only remaining rationality made Nakahara Chuuya still care about himself in the candy store.

Although the customers around had almost all left in such a terrifying atmosphere, the citizens of Yokohama always had the instincts of wild animals and fled as fast as the wind when faced with danger. Only the store manager was still trembling and hiding behind the counter.

Nakahara Chuuya also wanted to beat someone up, but it would not be a good thing if a fight here affected the surroundings. However, looking at Dazai Osamu's innocent smile, he felt choked up.

"If you don't want to get spanked, get out of here, Mackerel, before I change my mind."

The aura behind Nakahara Chuuya, who was uttering vicious words, was not affected by his small stature, and frightened the little tiger who was extremely sensitive to murderous aura.

Fortunately, Nakajima Atsushi had a box of sample products at hand, and he subconsciously stuffed a piece of milk chocolate into himself to prevent his body from sliding down the shelf.

The chocolate seemed to have given him some special power, causing Dazai Osamu to glance at him out of the corner of his eye in surprise.

However, if Dazai Osamu was so easily intimidated by force, he would not have been able to make Chuuya Nakahara so foolish in his past work experience.

"You said it as if it was a matter of course, but you are really a little slug without a brain?"

Dazai Osamu's tone sounded compassionate, as if he really cared about something, rather than expressing a certain amount of sarcasm.

"Huh? What are you talking about, Dazai!" As expected, Nakahara Chuuya's emotions were immediately aroused by him easily, as if he had encountered gunpowder and was about to explode completely.

"I didn't say anything wrong. Atsushi and I were just buying things here. It was Chuuya who started to stir up trouble for no reason," Dazai Osamu said, throwing up his hands helplessly and exaggeratingly sighing, "You little slug really has no manners at all. I thought you would improve, but you're still the same as before."

Of course, Nakahara Chuuya would not be happy to be told this, but he had already been led by Dazai Osamu and he went down

The momentum of consciousness is a little weak, but the words are still very confident because of past experience.

"Who knows if this is another of your plans to steal information from the port mafia in this way."

Nakajima Atsushi watched the development of the situation in front of him in a daze. He didn't know where to put the toothpick in his hand. He just poked another piece of sample and put it in his mouth. He suddenly didn't understand how this thing was going to turn out, but the taste of chocolate allowed him to stay here relatively calmly.

Such accusations did not have any effect on Dazai Osamu. The expression on the young man's face did not seem to change much, and he even looked a little lazy at this time.

"Is this really an unoriginal guess? Could it be that the little slug was infected by Mr. Mori?" Dazai Osamu's face showed some worry, but it was hard to guarantee the authenticity of his emotions. "Being too suspicious will lead to hair loss, just like Mr. Mori."

"You bastard!" Nakahara Chuuya raised his fist, his beautiful blue eyes sparkling with anger, showing that something was brewing, but that emotion was released just when it was about to reach its peak.

Apparently, Nakahara Chuuya resisted the temptation to give Dazai Osamu a beating here. Outside of working hours, he was a good, law-abiding young man from Yokohama, and Dazai Osamu was clearly aware of this.

"Tsk." Nakahara Chuuya snorted coldly and turned his head to the side, obviously adopting the strategy of turning a blind eye to Dazai Osamu. However, the tone of his instructions to his subordinates was much shorter and louder than before.

The way he pronounced the words with gnashing teeth made people wonder whether he was treating those sentences as Dazai Osamu, chewing them hard.

But for Dazai Osamu, this was undoubtedly a victory, a great victory in which he escaped unscathed. He immediately hummed a little tune in a good mood, causing Nakahara Chuuya, who was unable to ignore the external sounds, to twitch his eyebrows.

"Take a look, Dun. Choose carefully what flavor of chocolate you want."

Dazai Osamu walked through the shelves with great interest, as if he was the one who wanted to eat the chocolate in the first place.

He looked like he wanted to touch every bar of chocolate, so that a certain port mafia official would be so angry that he would order his subordinates to exclude the ones he touched.

Nakajima Atsushi, who was pushed in front of the shelf, was still in a state of "who am I and where am I". He had not yet realized that the conversation had come to a temporary end. He was still immersed in the atmosphere of watching a childish quarrel, but things had inexplicably returned to the starting point.

"Hey hey hey, okay Mr. Dazai!" Although his brain hadn't caught up yet, his body subconsciously responded to Dazai's words. When he came to his senses, Nakajima Atsushi found that he had been wandering in a colorful ocean for a long time.

He always had trouble making choices, and when faced with a dazzling array of chocolates, he was a little hesitant about the decision. However, when he saw the price tag, he made his choice quickly.

Nakajima Atsushi chose to turn left and came to another row of shelves that looked much simpler. Those were some cheap candies from the Dal Candy Company. Although the packaging and shapes were very regular, the taste was not bad at all, and the price was very friendly to him.

He quickly chose his target and walked towards his predecessor happily.

However, when Dazai Osamu saw that he had made a decision so quickly, he looked a little disappointed.

Although he said he wanted to ignore Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, who had been secretly paying attention to this side, also saw Dazai Osamu's exaggerated expression performance. A gloomy expression immediately appeared on his face, as if he was going to take action if Dazai Osamu didn't leave. It was obvious that he was quite experienced in guessing Dazai Osamu's psychological activities.

Dazai Osamu also knew the principle of knowing when to quit. Since he had already taken advantage, although it was in line with his character to do something more, his life goal was still to die through a perfect suicide rather than being beaten to death by a dwarf.

Nakajima Atsushi didn't feel the undercurrent. Although there were too many episodes in the middle, he was undoubtedly very happy that he successfully bought the chocolate in the end.

When he walked to the counter, the poor store manager was still huddled behind the counter, looking a little pitiful. But perhaps because of his professional training, when he saw Nakajima Atsushi coming over, he still settled the bill for him very steadily and wrapped the chocolates for him at a speed that could not be seen with the naked eye.

After doing all this, the store manager suddenly woke up from a dream, picked up the drawer containing the banknotes, and fled from this place of trouble with a bang. Nakajima Atsushi stood there in a daze, with half a sentence of thanks stuck in his throat.

Although Dazai Osamu hesitated as if he was still thinking about saying something, he was eventually pulled safely out of the candy store by Nakajima Atsushi, and this action naturally caused complaints from the young man.

Submitting to Dazai Osamu's tyranny, Nakajima Atsushi was forced to agree to a series of unequal treaties and had to share some of the chocolates he had worked so hard to buy with Dazai Osamu's often unreliable method of chocolate suffocation.

Nakajima Atsushi wanted to complain about Dazai Osamu's crimes on behalf of the World Chocolate Protection Association, but he finally swallowed his anger and opened the chocolate wrapper at the young man's urging.

On this not-so-sunny day, a ray of sunshine suddenly bloomed in front of him and Nakajima Atsushi, full of the smell of money.

"Transform and run!" Dazai Osamu said decisively before anyone could react.

At this moment, Nakajima Atsushi, who had just gotten used to his special abilities, magically transformed himself and effectively carried out the order. He even grabbed the young man holding the gold ticket by the belt of his windbreaker and took him away with him.

By the time Nakahara Chuuya used his special abilities to rush out of the candy store and onto the street, Dazai Osamu and Nakajima Atsushi were nowhere to be seen.

However, there was not much disappointment on the faces of the port mafia cadres. Instead, there was a silence that seemed to indicate something. After a while, an ambition to win slowly emerged from their blue eyes.

"Lord Nakahara, may I ask..." A man in a black suit came to Nakahara Chuuya carrying a bag. He was one of Nakahara Chuuya's subordinates, but before he could ask his question, his boss raised his hand to stop him.

"Go back and buy what's in the bag. There's no need to buy anymore," Nakahara Chuuya said with an expression that couldn't be called a smile. "We need to go back and report as soon as possible."

At this moment, Dazai Osamu and Nakajima Atsushi have safely arrived at the Deidara Armed Detective Agency. Nakajima Atsushi, who has been restored by Dazai Osamu's special ability, seems to be both excited and scared. Even after resting for a while, he is still trembling slightly, so Yosano Akiko is kind enough to give him a cup of hot cocoa.

The people in the detective agency were more concerned about their personal safety than the golden ticket. After finding out that the two of them were fine, they began to study the golden ticket with Nakajima Atsushi's permission.

Dazai Osamu sat on the side, looking thoughtful, seemingly out of place in such a lively atmosphere.

Teasing innocent children is a bit of color that occasionally appears in this boring world, Dazai Osamu thought, but it was not enough to make him linger on this world for too long.

Thinking of the red and black giant he had caught a glimpse of at the door of the candy store, the young man in the light-colored windbreaker revealed a barely perceptible sarcastic smile. Edogawa Ranpo noticed this, but he narrowed his eyes and casually met Dazai Osamu's gaze in the air, then quickly retracted his gaze.

Dazai Osamu didn't care too much about this, even though he and Edogawa Ranpo might get along unexpectedly in some ways, but the detective who had almost no psychic ability would never be able to understand what he "saw".

The name came into his mind.

"I was taken to Tokyo by those old guys..." Dazai Osamu muttered to himself softly.

But the next second he put on an extremely deceptive and innocent smile as if by magic, and grabbed the golden ticket that was being passed around by the members of the Armed Detective Agency.