Chapter 18
"Hahaha!"
Inside the Port Mafia's office, Osamu Dazai was clutching his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.
"Mr. Mori... Hahaha... Mr. Mori, I never thought you would be the one to be ambushed."
He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but Dazai Osamu's laughter showed no sign of stopping.
"And Chief, you've been turned into a little girl! Seriously, Chief, wouldn't it be better if you just stayed that way?"
He was initially puzzled as to why the Port Mafia would specifically seek his help after he was "invited" over, but upon arriving, he discovered...
Dazai Osamu felt he could laugh about this for a month, and even a year later he could bring it up and laugh about it for another month.
Dazai Osamu was already laughing so hard he was rolling on the ground.
“That’s not right.” Mori Ougai, who had just been freed from her child form by “No Longer Human”, turned her neck to readjust to the perspective from this height. “Although I like children, I don’t want to become one.”
“不过首领你的警惕性真是下降了。”太宰治的表情莫名显得有点欠揍，“「童恋」弗拉基米尔，遇见这种角色的时候竟然没有躲开吗”
"Not everyone can memorize the world's most wanted criminals after reading it only once, Dazai-kun."
Alice appeared out of nowhere and stood behind Mori Oogawa, watching Dazai Osamu warily.
"Speaking of 'childhood romance'," Mori Ogai picked up a pen and twirled it, "does the Armed Detective Society participate in the UN investigation?"
In publicly available information—specifically, government-published data—the only officially recognized members of the UN are the "Hundred Faces" and the "Angels of Death." However, according to information circulating underground, at least six other members have been confirmed.
However, apart from "hundred faces" and "death angel," which are all speculative terms like "it is said," they were not included in the national archives.
This includes Mr. "Child Lover," who can be described as the most outrageous pedophile in human history, and Cervantes, who previously worked with Romain Rolland.
"The Armed Detective Agency won't be dispatched without a request."
Dazai Osamu's unrestrained laughter subsided slightly, but there was still an indescribable sense of pleasure in his tone.
"But I'll probably get a commission soon, right?"
The UN, an organization that could potentially access government secrets, is highly valued.
Mori Osamu glanced sideways at Dazai Osamu, who was completely uncooperative in revealing any information to him, and rolled his eyes in disdain.
Dazai Osamu, who was being glared at, didn't care at all. He took his hand out of his trench coat and snapped his fingers at Mori Ougai.
"I'm leaving now, Chief. I'm going to find a wonderful lady to commit suicide with me—"
As he spoke, Dazai Osamu walked toward the office door.
After glancing at Dazai Osamu, who showed no sign of lingering, Mori Ougai ultimately did not ask him whether he was willing to return and continue as a cadre.
I feel like I'll definitely be rejected right now, and I'll probably get laughed at by Dazai Osamu.
So I'd better not ask.
Dazai Osamu, however, paused and stopped just as he was about to walk out the door.
"By the way, Chief."
As if suddenly remembering something, Dazai Osamu turned around and looked at Mori Ougai with a smile.
"How much did you make this time?"
"What are you saying, Dazai-kun?"
Back in his original seat, Sen Ou's smile was impeccable.
"I am deeply saddened by the death of this outstanding member of the Port Mafia."
A was captured with great efficiency after the Port Mafia issued a warrant for the arrest of "Childhood Lover" Vladimir Nabokov. A also insisted on keeping Vladimir in custody for interrogation, but was killed by Vladimir in retaliation.
In other words, A's death had nothing to do with the Port Mafia, and no one could blame Mori Ougai for A's death.
Senou was merely issuing an extremely reasonable order based on his own circumstances; A's death here was simply due to his excessive greed.
It was only natural that A's casino would be taken over by the Port Mafia after his death.
The removal of a hidden danger, and a source of funds with an extremely strong money-devouring ability.
The price paid was owing a favor to a former official.
There was no negative publicity whatsoever—except for the fact that Motojiro Yui was recognized while running naked.
This deal wasn't a loss; in fact, it was a huge profit.
That's it.
In the Nautilus's living room, Agatha Christie had just finished her closing remarks.
"So, Vladimir, you've become a tool for others this time. You helped them get rid of a pest, seized a few casinos, did them a huge favor, and then did all that work for free—you even lost a bomb and a grenade."
Putting aside the information Romain Rolland had gathered, Agatha Christie analyzed the actions of the Port Mafia with remarkable accuracy.
There are actually quite a few bullets left...
Feeling somewhat guilty, Vladimir pulled out the two cans of oral candy he had confiscated from Kijiro Iwai.
"I also recovered a lot of bombs!"
Barry, who had been circling Vladimir, suddenly stopped, one hand on his hip and the other pointing at Vladimir. "I'm reporting him—if Exupéry hadn't stopped him, he would have used all these bombs to blow up some other freak!"
Well, Motojiro Iwai eventually became a pervert. Because Barry felt that the guy who didn't wear clothes and had no sense of shame could indeed be called a pervert.
Previously, Exupé said that Motojiro Iwai claimed that his clothes were stripped off by Vladimir—it's fine to listen to such a statement and laugh at Vladimir at the time, but it would be problematic to actually believe it.
Exupé's biggest flaw is that he believes everything he is told.
"You pretentious fool, don't expose other people's secrets!"
"Does this mean that perverts can't even talk about what they've done?"
Just as Barry and Vladimir were about to start arguing again, Agatha coughed, interrupting their pointless debate.
James Barry and Vladimir fell silent instantly.
Looking at the two people pretending to be well-behaved in front of her, Agatha sighed helplessly.
"They're clearly the two oldest members of UN, so why are they both so childish?"
They were clearly the oldest group, and they were all elderly kids. At first, I thought the two of them would get along well.
The result... might be that same sexes repel each other?
"Can't you all just get along peacefully for a few days?"
Vladimir Nabokov, forty years old: "No!"
James Barry, 80 years old: "No way!"
They glared at each other, then Vladimir and Barry simultaneously turned to look at the wall behind them.
— This is the legendary elementary school fight where I don't look at you.
Across from them, Agatha rubbed her temples again, her head throbbing.
It's a miracle that this organization still exists today.
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