Chapter 78: One move irritates two detectives

Chapter 78: One move irritates two detectives

"You happened to touch the bottom of a little boy's skirt, right?" Yosano Akiko sneered.

"Wow."

Randoshiro turned around and exclaimed softly, "My sister's aggressiveness is quite amazing."

Mori Ogai quickly adjusted his mood and shook his head helplessly.

"It's great to see you so full of energy."

"You——" Yosano was so angry that he was shaking, his teeth were grinding, and he cursed very dirty.

"Sister, don't be angry with the uncle. He's a pervert. Let's just let him be, okay? Okay?"

Rantoshiro came over, hugged Yosano Akiko's arm, shook it gently twice, and looked at him pitifully.

"If I'm really angry, I'll go and complain to the master, and let everyone come together to vent my anger on my sister, okay~"

The emotions suddenly became incoherent.

She is really a cute little girl who loves to act coquettishly. But when I think that this is a boy, I feel inexplicably speechless. Despite this, Yosano Akiko quickly calmed down and rubbed Rantoshiro's head.

"Did he do anything to you? If he did, I will never forgive him!"

Oh?

Randoshiro blinked and realized that Yosano Akiko probably really had some prejudice against that man, and then she ignored all the flaws he revealed. Yosano Akiko sincerely felt that he had been taken advantage of.

This is not good.

“No…”

It was the sound of a cell phone's initial ringtone, which was a bit harsh. He reached out and took out the phone from his pocket. The brand new phone was vibrating and ringing. When he saw the phone number, his expression was determined.

"Good day, Master."

Mori Ogai, who had been watching calmly, raised his eyebrows. He remembered that the word "master" had appeared more than once.

A warrior group? Including children...?

Not knowing what was said on the other end of the phone, the blue-haired young man looked at him for a while, briefly described his appearance, and then summarized the conflict in a few words. The next moment, his expression suddenly became a little subtle.

Mori Ogai observed that the remaining three boys' attention was quickly diverted. It was a pure respect that they stopped making any sound and waited for the superior to finish speaking before continuing. This is a scene that only occurs in a highly cohesive organization.

After a while, Ichigo Ichijin hung up the phone, sheathed his sword, walked up and patted Rantoshiro on the shoulder.

"Mr. Mori Ogai, nice to meet you. I apologize for the slightest offence due to some misunderstanding."

Morio's mask-like calm smile changed slightly.

Nakahara Chuuya, who was standing in front of him, tensed his body, ready to kill anyone who trampled on the dignity of his leader.

"We are passing by here, and we have no intention of harming Yokohama. Please rest assured, Mr. Mori. In addition, as compensation for this offense, we will give you a piece of information that you will need."

Yiqi Yizhen was polite, lowered his eyes, and added:

“The host hopes to establish friendly relations with your organization and looks forward to cooperating with you.”

The next moment, a vibrating ringtone came from Nakahara Chuuya's pocket, which was a notification that an email had been received.

Along with the ringing of the bell, the special abilities and name background of one of them were exposed, and the contact information of the other one was obtained without his knowledge. Mori Ogai looked grim.

But the blue-haired young man still seemed to not understand the environment and walked slowly, and even smiled gently.

"The master is a very gentle person, so don't make things difficult for each other, okay?"

**

"That guy! He got away with it! But his expression was pretty nice at the end, he did a good job!"

Yosano Akiko was wearing high heels, and Rantoshiro was skipping beside her.

Just now, Rantoshiro explained the whole cause and effect of the incident in a wronged manner. It was nothing more than that he found this person peeking at Yosano when he was scouting nearby. It would have been fine if he hadn't done anything, but he bumped into him and even said something as perverted as raising a little girl. So I suddenly decided to teach him a lesson.

He didn't mean to lie to Yosano. The short sword was so maneuverable and the old man was so weak, there was no way he could possibly touch him. The sword man acted out of tacit understanding, but he didn't expect Yosano's true anger.

Yosano was not angry at all when she was told the truth. She and Mori Ogai had an old grudge that could not be resolved in a few words. She was in a good mood because she saw the scene of Mori Ogai being persecuted today, and she even felt that Rantoshiro was even cuter. Although he was a boy, why couldn't boys be cute?

So they walked out of the alley and started chatting happily again.

"But did you contact your master in advance?" Yosano asked after noticing this.

After all, the call came at such a coincidence, and the series of 'I know your name', 'I know your special ability', 'I know you are the leader', 'I know the contact information of the person who will protect you', made her feel creepy just by looking at it. She even maliciously wondered whether Mori Ogai could sleep tonight.

"That... I sent it... because the general mentioned it to me..."

Shinano Toushirou, who had always been docile, extended his hand.

Shinano Fujishiro has short red hair and looks a bit feminine, but you can tell at first glance that he is a handsome boy. He looked away a little embarrassedly.

"You and the master have become very close! Did it start last night?! I saw it! He talked to you for a long time and even hugged you!" Rantoshiro turned around.

Ichigo Ichijin obviously just found out about this and looked at his brother with some curiosity. Shinano Toushirou scratched his head. Although he was a little embarrassed, there was nothing he couldn't say.

Shinano Toushirou, who occasionally calls himself Mizoro, was often treasured during the sword age, and rarely experienced a master, nor did he often go to the battlefield. Among the Kuritaguchi family, he is actually the least worldly-wise one.

They crave their master's approval and will unconsciously rely on the elders around them. He is a very good child no matter which Honmaru he is in. His nature is naturally gentle but not awkward, and he doesn't have a strong childishness. In short, he is a very kind-hearted person.

The owner's friend left yesterday and the owner was in a bad mood, seeming to be worried about something. Although the masters hid them well, the swords were ultimately dependent on their masters for support, and they were naturally sensitive to their masters' emotions.

Out of consideration for not disturbing or investigating, the swordsmen sent out Mikazuki Munechika, who was quite heartless and tactless at times, but whose emotional intelligence was sometimes sensitive and sometimes not. Mikazuki Munechika's way of solving the problem was not to talk or comfort him, but to take the initiative to take the Shinsengumi to the Tewaba (battlefield) to fight with a katana. It can be said that this was a very direct approach.

The Shinsengumi are not good at using the katana, so it is more of a guidance battle than a battle. Sanrizuki Zong has been around for nearly a thousand years, and he is a swordsman, so his swordsmanship is superb. Shinano Fujishiro was hiding aside and watching quietly. He saw the Shinsengumi holding the Mikazuki that had not been awakened, and his attack and defense were quick and decisive. The most beautiful blade was flashing all over the sky. Although it was awkward, it was still beautiful. For a moment I was so engrossed in watching that I forgot the time.

Then he fell asleep.

He had just been repaired a few days ago, and even though Ichigo Ichizhen took care of his younger brothers very seriously and tried to make them relax a little, how could these repaired knives sleep well?

The sword that has just been repaired always causes insomnia for a few days. Even for Brother Yiqi and Brother Yaoyan, it takes a long time to fall asleep at night. Shinano Toushirou pretended that everything was fine, but when he opened his eyes at night, he could always hear his worried sighs because he knew he couldn't sleep.

He was so tired that he fell asleep unconsciously. When he woke up, it was already evening. The Shinsengumi sat next to him drinking tea. Mikazuki Dono had left at some point, and the redundant Mikazuki Munechika was placed next to the Shinsengumi. Seeing that he woke up, the Shinsengumi smiled.

His mood still didn't improve.

His head was still half asleep and half awake. He looked at the Shinsengumi confusedly, and on impulse he stretched out his hand. He heard himself say:

"Can you hug me?"

Shinano Toushirou likes to be hugged by the Shinsengumi. I want a warm and gentle hug that can ease my confusion.

The Shinsengumi was stunned, put down the teacup, and asked him:

"Want a hug?"

Shinano Fujishiro came to his senses all of a sudden. He had just been repaired not long ago, and it was a bit strange to make such a request so rashly. But now that I have said it, I might as well continue.

So he nodded.

It was a somewhat cold hug. The Shinsengumi raised his arms awkwardly and hesitated for an imperceptible moment, but still hugged him seriously. The white hair slid down to my neck, and it felt a little cold and itchy. Shinano Toushirou buried himself in the Shinsengumi's clothes, and his overly sensitive five senses allowed him to hear the Shinsengumi's heartbeat.

It turns out that the heartbeat of humans is no different from that of swords. But compared to the slightly cold body temperatures of the swords, the Shinsengumi's body temperature quickly warmed up after the hug, just as he wanted.

The hug lasted only a few seconds, and the Shinsengumi lowered his head with a subtle expression and touched his hair.

"That's enough, I'm not a pervert."

"I'm not a pervert."

Shinano Toushirou blinked and retorted.

"No, humans are very complicated. A hug from a friend is different from a hug from a villain. There are also villains who target children and like young children. So, my friend also has such a guardian..."

Although the swords are more or less old, due to the amount of spiritual power and the distribution of functions, the short swords are all in the shape of little boys. Not only in appearance, but also in their hearts, they are very similar to children. He knows a lot of things, but he's still a kid.

The Shinsengumi is a very sober person, but in this regard, he is very gentle and chooses how to treat them according to their performance. Shinano Toushirou showed a character that wanted to rely on adults, so the Shinsengumi told him some short stories from the perspective of an elder.

He is a really gentle person.

Later, Rando Shiro also came over. He just missed the appearance description part, but happened to understand that the Shinsengumi did not like people who smelted copper.

Well...so what happened today also has traces to follow. To be honest, it was inevitable due to coincidence.

After hearing his explanation, the sword man nodded and didn't find anything strange. Rantoshiro hugged Yosano Akiko's arm and said he was going to buy some gifts for everyone. Shinano Toushirou agreed, and Ichigo Ichikin said nothing, but his attitude was one of infinite tolerance.

Except for Yosano Akiko, who had a stiff smile.

She followed the swords in silence, thinking about the boy talking about the strange topic of the master's hug, and the master actually hugged him...

She recalled that when she first met Mori Ogai, Mori Ogai was also in his twenties...

This kind of pure hug is weird in the context of age and status gap, and the name of the master is really easy to be misunderstood.

Some evil cults also deceive children in this way, right? !

Could it be that there is someone else who is the pervert?

But even Ichiki Ikjin, who looks like a patient and responsible older brother, had no expression on his face. It seems like this whole family is completely hopeless!

**

Sengenmaku sat in the castle tower, leaning against the window and looking at the blades outside.

In the past few days, he has awakened many swords. In addition to Ichiki, Shinano, and Ran, there is also a katana called Kneemaru. As soon as Kneemaru was repaired, he jumped into the pond to look for his brother Higekiri.

This is also a pair of brothers who have a very good relationship.

Taking advantage of the swordsmen's relationship with their close partners, they would buy one and get another one free when they repair one. This strategy was extremely insidious. Yakiri Hasebe was the obvious executor. He picked people from different sword schools to repair the swords, and he could give the repaired swords to his relatives and friends. The most striking one is Kuritaguchi, which has been repaired at an extremely fast speed.

Because they are all trying to wake up their partners, they go into the room and have fun, creating a busy and bustling atmosphere.

In the open space outside the Honmaru, Yamaubakiri Kunihiromasa and Yakiri Hasebe were looking at each other in bewilderment at a large pile of supplies. Tsurumaru was lazily sleeping on the tree, Mikazuki was enjoying the cherry blossoms and drinking tea in the far corner, and Kitsunemaru across from him was dancing with a sword among the cherry blossoms.

There was paper on the table and I was about to start writing when I suddenly remembered the red-haired child from last night.

He asked for a hug directly, so he bent down. But after a real hug, the boy suddenly exploded with a lot of cherry blossoms. It was an obvious spiritual power riot, which scared him.

Kitsunesuke introduced it, is it because he was extremely happy?

For swords, the master is a very mysterious existence.

**

【

…

How to resolve hatred and forgive enemies?

I don't understand this kind of thing.

Area 72 is the border of the resistance army. A wide river runs through it, branching out into countless branches on both sides. The wooden bridge and small boats are the only means of transportation. It is a natural fortress and the life-saving talisman that has allowed the resistance to survive to this day.

I rested on the boat.

Without control over the direction, it's better to just drift along. The sky was dyed with colorful colors, which seemed to be a special astronomical phenomenon limited to this century. The boat was swaying, the wind was blowing across my face, and the cloak on my body maintained a faint warmth.

…

…

I looked at the child floating in the river.

He had red hair and closed eyes. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. His lips were pale and his forehead was so hot that it burned the touch. After pulling open his shirt, he revealed a long cut on his abdomen, but it wasn't deep and didn't injure his internal organs.

If he doesn't get medical attention, he won't survive the night.

While I was hesitating, the boy raised his hand with all his strength and held my fingers.

"Save me..."

He said:

"Daddy, please hug me."

…

I still saved him, even though I felt that he might not want to be saved by me.

I recognized him immediately because I was the murderer of his father.

During the battle with the rebels many years ago, I cut off his father's head and announced it to the world in a cruel way, which resulted in the disintegration of the rebel army.

He stood among the rebel prisoners, about ten years old. The young boy looked up at his father's pale head, his faith collapsed and destroyed, and his beloved was killed and trampled. The great sorrow was a monster gnawing at his heart, and the pain made him cry and wail in silence.

He would hate me because without his chief father he would soon be helpless. The resistance army was not united, and there were jackals and tigers everywhere. He had a very hard time in the past few years.

"Not everyone deserves redemption. I don't think I'm wrong, but if he wants to kill me, I won't resist."

In my notes to older writers, I wrote this.

When I wrote this, I suddenly felt like laughing. Even if I am doing good things, I am always thinking about life and death.

I cannot wash away my sins, and this kind of thinking will always affect me.

Even in daily life, force yourself to learn the thinking of ordinary people, not to make a living by killing, and no longer solve problems with life and death. But that behavior is very much like the werewolf in the fairy tale, who put on a seamless human skin but ignored the fact that he was helpless on the full moon night.

The attraction between like will not disappear because of disguise. Forcing yourself into daily life will only bring abnormality to your surroundings. Peace is a cowardly illusion.

It seems a bit early to think so.

I just saved a child, why do you think I am a good person?

…

When he woke up, he looked at me for a long time.

The boat was shaking, and the stars were shaking too.

The red-haired boy had red eyes, which were staring at me intently, as if he was recognizing my face, as if he was trying to identify my identity.

He looked at it for a long time, so long that I thought he was going to collapse from the shock of such a reality. The next moment his eyes turned red, and tears gathered into a big drop, which slid through his hair and fell to the ground.

"I have no home, sir."

He sobbed, his eyes and nose were red, he choked and trembled:

"Life is so hard, sir, can you kill me?"

The young red-haired boy's voice was trembling, and he didn't even dare to make a loud sound when crying.

"If I am killed by you, can I see my father? I miss him so much."

"I really want him to hug me again, sir."

…

I suddenly hated him very much.

Very annoying.

…

——Excerpt from "Meaningless Literature" Part 3

】

**

When I received the text message, Sanriku was waiting downstairs. He was also going to learn swordsmanship today.

This text message is about a name that is a little unfamiliar but very familiar.

——Mori Ogai.

And the current situation seems to be that there is some conflict between the two sides.

It's not a big problem. Mori Ogai is not a vindictive person. He is a pure rationalist who puts profit above all else and will not act on his emotions. But when communicating with him, you must take the initiative, otherwise he will squeeze out all your value.

We must compete and cooperate, make the other side fearful and vigilant.

Coincidentally, the leader Zai told him a lot of the problems that Mori Ogai might be facing at the moment, as well as the people with problematic identities within the mafia.

I picked out the information and compiled it into an email, along with information about the time disaster. But at this moment, Chijianmu discovered that he didn't know Mori Ogai's email address.

In this world, his power is not very strong yet, so he has been avoiding Mori Ogai to avoid being caught in some strange situation and working for the port mafia. But he remembered Nakahara Chuuya's email address very clearly, and even if the world changed, he was sure that it was this email address.

...But if it is sent to Nakahara Chuuya, it seems a bit provocative.

Thinking of this, he decisively pressed send.

Anyway, it’s not him who has a headache, hehe.

Besides, without Dazai Osamu, the overall development speed of the Port Mafia has slowed down. Sengenmaku is convinced that with Mori Ogai's abilities and talents, he is the one who can integrate the inner world of Yokohama. But by the time Mori Ogai finished his work, the disaster was about to spread to Yokohama, and he did not want to see Yokohama fall into chaos.

At the right time, he must give a push to the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency to promote Yokohama's Three-Minute Plan and accelerate the stability of Yokohama.

…He had an idea.

The fifteen-year-old Dazai Osamu, who was confronting Ayatsuji Yukito in the main world, suddenly sneezed.

****

Time goes back to one day before in the main world.

Thunder rumbled in the sky. Fifteen-year-old Dazai Osamu stood at the entrance of the shrine, looking up at the depressing sky.

Instead of going in, he turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and walked in the opposite direction.

Hideo Nakai was sorting out documents when he received the call. The Armed Detective Agency recently had a list of people to protect an officer who had received an unknown notice a few days earlier, announcing that a bloody trial would be held against him at a lecture a week later. Because the notice appeared out of nowhere, the incident was classified as a crime committed by a person with special abilities.

Edogawa Ranpo didn't want to get involved in these matters, and the president didn't force him. Bodyguard work was his full-time job. He took Nakai Hideo to investigate the venue environment of the briefing session to eliminate possible hidden dangers, and asked Yosano Akiko to make preparations. Nakai Hideo has been working overtime these days and only just had some free time.

Seeing Dazai Osamu's name, he frowned and found a quiet place to answer the phone.

The other side didn't say anything.

"Dazai? What's wrong?"

“…”

He couldn't use his special ability because he wasn't close to him, but he could still feel that Dazai Osamu was in a very bad mood.

"Maku-kun won't be returning to the shrine anytime soon."

After a long time, Dazai Osamu said.

"...Where's Mr.

"He has already left. Let's wait for him to come back together."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a click.

Hideo Nakai frowned. He dialed Senjianmaku's number, but was told that it was out of service area. This matter cannot be told to Endo Shusaku for the time being, as he cannot predict how that guy will react.

On the bright side, although Dazai has a somewhat strange personality, he is not someone who would mess with Sengenmaku. He probably left first because of something urgent. But Dazai's tone was really strange and confusing.

The weather was terribly gloomy, a rainstorm was about to come, and the low air pressure made it hard for people to breathe. Hideo Nakai calculated the work at hand and planned to apply for early leave.

This kind of small matter can be directly told to Edogawa Ranpo. There are only four main members in the detective agency. The president often accepts requests for bodyguards, so Edogawa Ranpo plays the role of bodyguard. As soon as he walked in front of Edogawa Ranpo, the young man glanced at him and said before he could say anything:

"Okay, let's go back."

Hideo Nakai has always been in awe of this young man. He hesitated a little, wondering whether to ask for his opinion, but the next moment he was looking into the young man's eyes.

The green eyes locked onto him, and a slight uneasiness as if being placed in the center of the crosshairs rose in their response. Then the eyes slowly moved away.

"Trust those fools and do what needs to be done."

His keen senses were aroused and Nakai Hideo hesitated.

"Are you angry?"

"I won't get angry because of stupid people's problems. Stupid people's problems should be solved by stupid people themselves. I am the stupid person who doesn't understand romance!"

The young man turned his head away, and his expression could not be seen.

——He called me an idiot four times in a row, he must be really pissed off…

Although I still have some worries in my heart, since Mr. Ranpo has this attitude, it means that it is a dangerous but solvable matter, right? Nakai Hideo breathed a sigh of relief.

The pitch-black sky was split by lightning, and the silence just now suddenly disappeared. The fierce wind almost tore the building apart. There were bursts of exclamations in the detective agency, followed by the sound of civilian staff coming forward to close the windows. It was not completely dark yet, but it was no longer bright.

Standing at the window and watching Nakai Hideo hurriedly leave, Edogawa Ranpo turned around expressionlessly and pulled down the blinds.

**

"Meow."

The black cat's tail was wrapped around his finger, and Ayatsuji Yukito, who was lying in the rocking chair, gently stroked the kitten's head with his fingers. He held a book in his other hand, but he didn't turn a page for a long time. He raised his head, his pale jaw looked even paler in the darkness, and the dim light fell on him, adding a gray and gloomy texture.

"Meow~"

Then the cat meowed again.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder in the sky. Ayatsuji Yukito opened his eyes tiredly and looked at the black cat with an unfriendly look.

The black cat was apparently fearless, it just sat there looking at him, its golden eyes heavy and a little drowsy in the cold light.

"I know, you're annoying."

Ayatsuji Yukito talked to the cat seriously.

Then the cat's tail raised up, feeling good about being scolded.

What a perverted kitten.

With his fingers bent and flicking the kitten's head, Ayatsuji Yukito stood up and prepared to, um... collect the clothes.

Most of the clothes that people in the shrine wear outside are sent to the laundry for cleaning, but the more private clothes are washed and put away by themselves. Although Ayatsuji Yukito has a noble temperament, as if he has eight or ten people serving him at home, he lives a relatively simple life. He is very clean in private and does not like others to touch his things. He is very capable at work, so capable that it is a bit out of place.

Not everyone can accept the contrast of a cool guy cleaning with a cold face.

The shrine has a special place for hanging clothes and the like. Sometimes, after washing the cat, he is too lazy to blow dry the clothes and the weather is good, so Ayatsuji Yukito just throws the cat here. I always feel that in some way, this place mysteriously possesses the concept of "whatever you put in will dry out on its own."

But it is really annoying because of the frequent rain in Yokohama. You have to remember to collect your clothes. If you don’t collect them, Ayatsuji Yukito will lose the whole set. He hates certain substances in rain water.

After a few times, the cat remembered his habit of collecting clothes before it rained, and every time it rained, the cat would stick to him and urge him to work. Sometimes he couldn't help but think of giving up, but looking at the cat, it was too annoying, so he always did it.

Passing by the public leisure room, Nakai Masayuki came out worriedly. Seeing him, he paused and wanted to say something, but Ayatsuji Kotobuki, who noticed something unusual, walked to the door in two or three steps. He saw the spread-out paper and pen and a half-drunk tea on the small table in the room belonging to the Senkenmaku. It was obvious that he had left in a hurry. The smell in the room was very light. There was no coat by the door, but the umbrella was still there.

"...Sir will be away for a while." Nakai added.

Ayatsuji Yukito glanced at him, walked in and opened the paper on the table. It was a beginning, and a very beginning. He glanced across the room, and after a long moment, he snorted.

"Who told you, Dazai Osamu?" He turned and asked Nakai Hideo, while taking out his cell phone with his other hand.

"…You already know that?"

"I knew it would be like this."

Ayatsuji Yukito quickly typed out a string of numbers, but when he dialed the number, no one answered. It was obvious that the phone was turned off. He changed the phone again, and this time it rang twice and was picked up by a teenager.

"This is Nakahara Chuuya, who are you?"

"Please tell Dazai Osamu that he is an idiot." Ayatsuji Yukito said briefly, thought for a moment, and added his name: "I am Ayatsuji Yukito, please convey the message to him in full."

Nakahara Chuuya's voice was confused. He recognized the voice, but he had no idea what was going on:

"Mr. Ayatsuji, I think you are right to scold me, but——"

The phone hung up.

"Mr. Ayatsuji... ? Do you know anything?" Nakai Hideo tried to ask.

"I don't care about the idiots' idiotic things. Let the idiots do their own idiotic things." Ayatsuji Yukito looked unhappy. He glanced at him and said reluctantly, "You have been a scourge for thousands of years. You should be more confident."

Ah...your way of comforting you.

Hideo Nakai watched everything, and for some reason, he had a vision of Edogawa Ranpo's four consecutive stupid attacks.

Is it four idiots this time?

Sir, what have you been doing? The detectives are all furious. Sir, please come back soon!

How is he going to explain this to Endo Shusaku now...?

It turns out that Endo Shusaku, who seemed to be the most likely to explode, was actually the calmest person. He just said "oh" after receiving the call. When Nakai asked him why he didn't react, Endo Shusaku's answer was:

"Sir, nothing will happen to you that easily. You and I are still alive, aren't we?"

...No, your tone is very similar to Ayatsuji Yukito's 'The Scourge Lasts for Thousands of Years'.

Moreover, his death went very peacefully, and his physical sensations were not as shocking as Endo Shusaku's. Under the guidance of two detectives and a soul-based cheating player, his mood was surprisingly stabilized.

If it's sir, everything is possible.

So when Nakahara Chuuya realized that something was wrong, he heard Nakai Hideo's outrageous answer. He was shocked:

"Ah, wait! You guys are talking as if he has not only been a scourge for thousands of years, but he's also ever-changing! What do you think of Mu-kun? He's still just a kid! He's not even as tall as me!"

…

You really treat him as a child. I think you are even more outrageous!

**

The next morning, Nakahara Chuuya arrested Dazai Osamu who was passive at work and called Nakai Hideo. Before Nakai Hideo could ask a few questions, Ayatsuji Yukito from next door came out, without saying a word, just listened quietly beside him, looking at him dimly, more creepy than a ghost.

"Just going to do something, I'll be back."

Dazai Osamu's voice sounded muffled. Nakahara Chuuya said with gritted teeth that this man slept in the rain until morning yesterday and was carried into the medical room early in the morning because of a high fever. He was the one who caught this guy in the medical room.

"Can't you finish your words, you idiot! This is Mr. Ayatsuji scolding me! Listen carefully!" Nakahara Chuuya scolded.

Dazai Osamu paused, chuckled, and said, "Chuuya is really an idiot."

Seeing that the argument was about to break out again on the other end of the phone, Ayatsuji Yukito rubbed his brows, looking unfriendly, as if he felt that he couldn't hear any useful information, so he stood up and was about to leave.

As if he had eyes, Dazai Osamu suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Ayatsuji, do you have anything to say?"

Ayatsuji Yukito paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought rapidly in his mind.

Dazai Osamu is in a wrong state now. Dazai Osamu definitely knows that he had met him by chance before. It is even possible that he was deliberately allowed to meet him by chance and then told Chigenmaku in order to increase his vigilance. Now that he brought it up on purpose, it was more like provoking him to directly disclose that the disappearance of Chimamaku was most likely related to Dazai Osamu.

Given his personality, it's not surprising that he would do such a thing. He knew that Qian Jianmu's journey was most likely safe, but not absolutely. He wanted to take all the possibilities of failure on himself, wanted to be wary and alienated, and even wanted to be hated. Only in this way could he avoid facing the looks of disbelief and deception from his friends at the shrine in the slim possibility of failure.

Hating him will make him feel better.

But he can say it himself. What's wrong with wanting to use his mouth to say it?

In just a moment, his thoughts flowed to the only destination. Ayatsuji Yukito's eyes flashed. He bent down, approached the phone, and said slowly and quietly, word by word:

"coward."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, stood up, and looked down at the still lit screen.

Hideo Nakai watched everything quietly, and then he noticed that Ayatsuji Yukito suddenly became a little happy for some reason, and his mood suddenly relaxed. He turned around and left rudely.

...Can we not have the Riddler? It's okay even if he doesn't know, but it's rude to hide half and reveal half in front of him.

Then Nakai Hideo hardly saw Ayatsuji Yukito for a month. When Senmamaku came back, Ayatsuji Yukito had already finished three or four books and was officially preparing to write "Another". After mocking Senmamaku, he moved out with his cat, obviously acting as if he was saying, "You are annoying, so I don't want to bother with you."

Very vindictive, um, he means the black cat.

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Nakahara Chuuya, who only knew that Sengenmaku had left temporarily and had no idea that this matter was related to Dazai Osamu, looked at the hung up phone in confusion.

Dazai Osamu took sick leave and went back to his apartment to rest. A day without Dazai Osamu was really relaxing. I said goodbye to a colleague named Silly Bird, whom I had just met and was about to start working with. I realized later that today was too quiet.

The next day, it was still very quiet and I felt a little uncomfortable.

On the third day, it was still very quiet, so quiet that I felt like ants were crawling on my body! ! !

No, this person is not dead!

I asked the leader, and he said he didn't know either. I asked his subordinates, and they also didn't know either. He didn't commit suicide, nor did he act like a troublemaker, which was completely different from his usual annoying behavior.

The only conscience of the Port Mafia was aching slightly, and Nakahara Chuuya went to look for him awkwardly, but it turned out that he was not in the place where he usually was, and there was no signal area when he called.

The last clue was in the apartment, as the surveillance footage showed he never left after entering. On the coffee table next to the sofa in the apartment was a half-opened can of food, which had just been opened and had not been eaten yet. There was also tea on the table, and it looked like the person had left suddenly.

Dazai Osamu's apartment was located on a high floor, more than ten floors high. If he jumped down, he would really die. There was no body downstairs or on the trees.

So, what about Dazai Osamu?

Can a person with a fever burn himself to the point of disappearing from the face of the earth?

After checking every corner, even the closet and shoe rack, Nakahara Chuuya faced the empty room and fell into deep thought.

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