Chapter 37 Right or wrong doesn't matter, just be prepared to take responsibility and everything will be fine

Chapter 37 Right or Wrong Doesn't Matter, Just Be Prepared to Take Responsibility and Everything Will Be Fine

The first commission received by the Armed Detective Agency today was a request from the mother of a dead child.

The mother was crying in agony. Just listening to her sobs would make one feel as if their heart was being torn apart. But the woman didn't even dare to retaliate or get angry, she just begged humbly and numbly.

Please find the body of her child.

She just requested that her child's body be found.

After a whole month of psychological pressure, Fukuzawa Yukichi finally couldn't bear it anymore, but just before he walked out of the room, he was stubbornly stopped by the young man.

"If you speak up now, nothing good will happen, President!"

This is a truth they all know.

The Armed Detective Agency is still too weak. Even if it has a license to open a business with super powers, it is only a license to employ people with super powers. The current Armed Detective Agency does not have the confidence to fight against the Port Mafia.

Even the Special Powers Unit doesn't dare to intercept the port mafia. The situation is so terrifying!

Once they are discovered, the entire Armed Detective Agency will have no peace. Having the office smashed is a small matter; what is more terrifying is the situation where all employees are being hunted down.

Fukuzawa Yukichi knew this very well, but, but.

He is a man who is decisive in killing and has upright moral values, but he is actually gentle and kind by nature. If it were not so bad that he had been a killer, he could pretend not to see it, and use the killer's elusive identity to help appropriately to comfort himself for the pain that he could not be saved. He did not put himself in the position of a savior, so turning a blind eye was not a difficult decision to make.

The Armed Detective Agency can make you a success, but it can also make you a failure.

He transformed himself into a savior, established an armed detective agency, gained the ability to save others, and developed a sense of being redeemed. But precisely because of the Armed Detective Agency, under the oppression of power, in order to protect the detective agency, he had to watch more people unable to be rescued. At certain times, he was even forced to make various decisions to send people to their deaths.

What is the difference between him and his old friend with whom he has broken up?

Fukuzawa Yukichi clenched the handle of the samurai sword, because due to the leisure time in the past few years, the thick calluses on his palms were gradually softening and fading away irreversibly. He had been holding his old friend all year round, but at this moment he suddenly discovered that the texture on the surface of the handle gave him a feeling of grooves.

People who wear masks all year round can feel the biting cold wind blowing on their faces once they take off their masks.

"…If this continues, the people of Yokohama simply cannot bear it!"

“President…”

Edogawa Ranpo's green pupils trembled and he swallowed the words with difficulty.

He is a man who is extremely calm and sober and whose mind is not controlled by emotions. The thoughts that come into his mind are things that he absolutely cannot say out loud.

Some people will die, some will be oppressed, some innocent children will not be able to grow up, but...

He concluded that this was a good thing.

This is a good thing. The result of countless deaths is a situation where there is no progress without destruction. He could understand Mori Ogai's behavior, but because of this, he felt torn apart.

Is it a good thing? But how innocent can the dead be?

Is it a bad thing? But it will indeed lead to a better ending.

Maybe it is correct relatively speaking, but it is wrong in an absolute sense.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was not the only one who was saved by the Armed Detective Agency but also bound by it.

He stared at Fukuzawa Yukichi with his calm eyes, and uttered a few almost ruthless words with difficulty but incomparably clear:

"I'm sorry, Armed Detective Agency, you absolutely can't go there."

I want to be recognized by the president, I want to be cared for by the president, I want to see the world with the president. So he followed the president, respected the president's kindness as much as possible, and walked in the world like a kind person.

Because of this, he must protect the president's Armed Detective Agency.

Even if you are rejected and treated coldly, you must protect the president's Armed Detective Agency.

Fukuzawa Yukichi stood in front of the green-eyed boy with short hair. He pursed his lips, and his joints, which had turned pale from excessive exertion, slowly relaxed. Finally, he loosened his grip on the knife.

He stared at the child he had raised. No one could deny that Edogawa Ranpo still had a sober and cruel nature. If there is no interference or guidance, if he encounters something in the future that can arouse his interest, even if it means sacrificing his own life as a problem to fool the world, Edogawa will happily die calmly.

That's just the kind of person he is.

When did this child grow up and become a remarkable person?

"…I'm sorry…I overreacted."

Fukuzawa Yukichi awkwardly extended his hand, paused for a moment, and placed it on Edogawa Ranpo's head:

"Thank you for your hard work, Ranpo."

It's actually quite hard to force yourself to merge with the world, Ranpo.

With a forced smile on his face, Edogawa Ranpo obediently allowed him to comfort him. He looked at the sky outside, his slightly pale lips tightly pursed.

Just at this moment, Hideo Nakai's cell phone vibrated.

The black-haired boy opened the text message, stared at it for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

"Sir said that the port mafia has ended its orders and has withdrawn."

The detective's green eyes suddenly lit up, and the two of them looked at Nakai Hideo.

"In addition..." Nakai Hideo was silent for a moment: "The leader of the port mafia got angry and killed 32 mafia members. The leader is currently seriously ill and is being rescued."

The world has changed in Yokohama.

**

"Is this the thing?" Dazai Osamu held a small plastic test tube and looked left and right in the sunlight.

It was a drop of pure black unknown liquid, and if it was in the sunlight, you could see a little blood color.

"Don't try to drink it secretly."

I see! You're trying to open the lid!

“Tsk, I’ve been discovered~” Dazai stuck out his tongue, placed the test tube on the table, and rolled the cylindrical tube with his fingers.

This is the blood near the heart of Qianjianmu. If used directly, it will stimulate a person's desire to fight, making him irritable, bloodthirsty and lose his sense of pain. He will uncontrollably become a beast-like fighting weapon, killing until the last moment of his life.

But after dilution, it will probably only cause people to go crazy for a short period of time and overdraw their bodies. Zero calculated that a healthy person would need at least several months to several years of recuperation before returning to normal.

But can the old chief really recover?

Haha, who cares.

"I thought you were a good person, but you're actually a liar who deceives young people's feelings." Dazai leaned back and muttered softly, "Now I don't understand what you want to do? Is it enough to just survive? But Endo is so rampant, and you don't stop him. Are you really not worried about what he will do to you? It's so weird, so weird..."

Qian Jianmu picked up the test tube and the liquid rolled back and forth in the small space. He looked at the blood, and even though it came from his body, it still felt strange to him.

"Good and evil, crime and punishment, always trying to pursue something, in the end you will find nothing."

"In fact, you are afraid to get something!" Dazai chuckled, "You are resisting anything that can change, don't you realize?"

Life is an arc, and the peak is when you achieve something. From nothing to something, from something to nothing. When you gain something, you will inevitably have to endure the loss of it.

This is the consensus between Dazai Osamu and Senmaku, but Dazai Osamu is terrified by it, while Senmaku has long been numb.

"Life is like this, no matter what, you are moving forward. It doesn't matter what you do, whether you are afraid or looking forward to it, as long as you are mentally prepared to bear the consequences, it doesn't matter even if you go against the world and are betrayed and humiliated. If you feel that it is not time to die, just live as you please."

Dazai Osamu snatched the test tube, his face expressionless, he just tilted his head.

"Don't fool yourself."

His expression was as calm as dead water, and his eyes, which usually smiled and laughed maliciously, were mixed with some turbid emotions, mixed with a lot of melancholy and a little bit of pity:

"Hey, do you really think life has meaning?"

Qian Jianmu looked at him. After a dozen seconds of silence, Qian Jianmu stood up and took away the test tube that had been quietly opened in his hand.

"It was confiscated."

"Damn it!!! I was so careful!!!"

After saying so much, you still want to commit suicide with this poison, right!

I don't really care whether you commit suicide or not, but if you go crazy how can I continue to live in my shrine? You can find an empty space and commit suicide anywhere and no one will care!

If I have to define it, in Chiganmaku's heart, Dazai Osamu is a drowning fish.

Unable to tolerate the environment, unable to tolerate the boredom, unable to tolerate loneliness, feeling uncomfortable with everything in life. Unable to find the right position, I longed for the hanging thread under the sky. It didn't matter if it was the fisherman's fishing line, even if I died holding on to the line, even if I was hung and suffered pain. For him, he could no longer tell the difference between seeking death and seeking life.

"Well, do you want to work at the Armed Detective Agency too?" asked Chimamaku.

"Please spare me, that kind of place is not suitable for me. Nakai can go alone." Dazai tilted his head and looked out the window. The cherry blossoms had begun to fall. In a few days, we would be able to see the most beautiful cherry blossom rain.

He thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Qian Jianmu with an excited smile.

"Nakai went to the Armed Detective Agency, so I'll go find the Mafia. In Yokohama, there's no difference between black and white."

"That's fine, but don't leave too many charges. It will be troublesome."

Qian Jianmu calmly drinks tea, without any anxiety that his child might get involved in a gang, and is very relaxed and at ease:

"Whether you get rid of the mafia or defect and make a scene, don't leave too many stains. If you have enough fun, it will be very troublesome for Endo to clear your name. Ah, so Endo Shusaku suddenly told me that there is a person with special abilities who wants to join the government. Maybe it will be convenient for you."

“Is that all you have to say? Shouldn’t you give some advice? What’s your idea?” Dazai complained with a wooden face.

"Well...also, if you have any problems that cannot be solved, come to us." Qian Jianmu laughed. He stood up and touched the curly short hair of the boy across the table. "If you have nowhere to go, just go back to the shrine. It's no problem to support you."

A subtle look of resistance appeared on Dazai Osamu's face. He strangely kept his mouth tightly shut. After a long while, he spoke with difficulty, as if squeezing out words from between his teeth:

"So disgusting, I'm going to vomit."

So disgusting, so disgusting, his stomach started to feel uncomfortable, so actually, he really hated these people.

As expected, I have to leave here quickly, no matter where I go, whether it’s the Mafia or the Butler, I can’t wait to escape from here.

It’s decided. I’ll find someone to support him within a year.

I hope I’m not a pedophile, otherwise I’ll be laughed at by these people!

Dazai Osamu made up his mind and felt that finding the next employer would be a piece of cake!

**

One year later——

Dazai Osamu, who still hadn't found his next home, looked at the beautiful river and recited a poem by Nakahara Chuuya in a passionate and strange accent. The poem was extremely sad, and the more he recited, the sadder he became. Finally, he sighed deeply, wiped away the tears that didn't exist at all, hung up the phone amid the angry roar of the ochre-haired boy on the other end of the phone, and shook his head sadly.

Then, help! Sprint! jump! Hurdles!

With a splash, he fell into the river.

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