Occupational discrimination?!
"Chuuya-kun even prepared clothes in advance, not bad, they really suit our group's style!"
"It's also possible that he just likes it; it's definitely not something he prepared specifically for our group..."
Sigma resignedly carried Chuuya on his back. In fact, he didn't resist the idea. At least from the information he had received before, he knew that their group was about to welcome a second normal person besides himself, which was a happy thing, even if the other person might not be willing...
"Welcome to the Five Signs of Decay of the Celestials, Gravity User."
Fyodor, walking at the very back, curled his lips into an exaggerated smile. "I hope you like the big gift I gave you, Dazai-kun."
—Mori Ōgai: So? Did I say I wasn't going to keep them anymore?
When the alarm sounded, Akutagawa, who was about to change shifts, was the first to react and quickly rushed towards the location. When he arrived, all that was left on the ground was a discarded cell phone, lying there quietly.
Soon everyone who wasn't on a mission arrived. Mori Ougai picked up his phone from the ground, paused for a moment, and then turned and left.
"I need all the surveillance footage from this area. Akutagawa, please contact the detective agency for me. I need to meet with Dazai-kun and their president."
"Yes, Chief."
The remaining red leaves looked at the somewhat gloomy sky and murmured softly.
"The weather is about to change..."
"What?! Ryunosuke Akutagawa wants to see you. The mafia boss wants to see Dazai and the president!"
"It's definitely a conspiracy!"
Kunikida listened to Atsushi Nakajima read aloud the text message he had just received from Akutagawa on his phone. He paced back and forth in his office with a furrowed brow, then suddenly stopped abruptly.
"Could this be a declaration of war against our detective agency?!"
"I'm telling you, Kunikida, you're too nervous. I hate to admit it, but the Mafia boss probably won't break the current balance on his own initiative."
"I have absolutely no idea why we'd suddenly have to meet. Ranpo-san, do you have any suggestions? Should we tell the president about this?"
Unable to understand, Atsuya Nakajima turned his gaze to the reliable Ranpo, wanting to hear his thoughts.
Ranpo looked up when he heard his name called. As if he had suddenly discovered something, he took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on. After a while, he spoke with a serious expression.
"We have to go, big trouble is coming."
"Mr. Ranpo..."
Atsushi Nakajima had never seen Mr. Ranpo so serious. Even when the president was infected with the symbiotic virus last time, Mr. Ranpo had a smile on his face.
The other members of the detective agency also realized the seriousness of the problem, and Kunikida Doppo made a decisive decision.
"Then I'll go find the president first. Dazai and Ranpo... Where's Dazai?!"
"Dazai-senpai has been disappearing every time he gets off work these past few days."
Atsushi Nakajima said weakly. Kunikida sighed and thought, "Never mind, that guy always has his own clever solutions."
"Then let's go together. I'll tell the president and see what he thinks first."
When Zhong opened his eyes again, he saw two people around his bed. He sat up, and oh, there was another one not far away.
Before Zhongye could fully wake up, he could already hear Gogol's incessant chatter.
"Welcome to our Five Signs of Decay! Chuuya-kun!"
"Hey...shouldn't we let him take a break at this point?"
"But I can't wait to talk to Chuuya-kun! But I have to restrain myself, so I can't talk to Chuuya-kun right now, since I am free."
Sigma twitched his lips as he watched Nikolai start muttering to himself again, then turned to look at Chuuya on the bed.
Chuuya was rubbing his temples, feeling like he had forgotten a lot of things, and Nikolai and Sigma were acting strangely too.
...And the barrage of comments that had been scrolling rapidly in front of me since I opened my eyes—everything seemed incredibly unfamiliar.
"Chuuya-kun, you were hit by the enemy's ability before you fainted, so they're both quite worried about you. How are you feeling now?"
"Thank you for your concern. I'm feeling alright now, Tuosijun."
Chuuya looked up and forced a smile at Dostoevsky. He didn't know why he remembered everything here, but felt incredibly unfamiliar with it. He felt he needed a quiet environment to sort things out, like the words in the air that he couldn't understand but which gave him a great sense of security.
However, he didn't look at it. His subconscious was reminding him that he must not reveal the existence of the bullet screen. So, although Fyodor said that he fainted because he was under the influence of a superpower, he subconsciously concealed the existence of the bullet screen.
"Then I'm relieved, Chuuya-kun."
Doss smiled at Chuuya, and then took the other two away, leaving Chuuya a quiet space to recuperate.
After the others left, Chuuya clutched his head in a daze. His nerves, which had been tense ever since he regained consciousness, finally relaxed. However, Chuuya was relieved that Dostoevsky had taken Nikolai away, even though he should have been used to these kinds of scenes.
Only now has Chuuya had the chance to look around this room. It's large, decorated in a style he likes, and full of life, but it feels very unfamiliar, both physically and emotionally.
Chuuya got up, changed into a white suit, and looked at himself in the mirror. It was strange that he liked this color of suit, but he always remembered wearing this suit. Maybe it was part of the organization's culture.
Chuuya stood in front of the mirror and put on the hat one last time. It didn't match the outfit a little, but he liked the hat on his head better than the rest of the clothes.
After changing his clothes, Chuuya finally felt comfortable sitting at his desk, pondering the things that had been bothering him ever since he regained consciousness.
But as expected, he was more concerned about this. Chuuya looked up at the text comments in the air, his body was more familiar with the comments than with his own room.
[Dostoevsky actually used a book to erase Chuuya's memory! A possible final revenge from a single guy]
Next up is the sign of the decay of the gods. (Part 2)
[Chuya: Something's not right. I'm not sure, I'll check again.]
What to do if the opponent has a wife who is also the strongest fighter and you can't beat them?
[Boss Tuo: I don't know, here you go, sorry, it's mine now.]
I wonder when Chuuya will find out.
Boss Mori has already gone to the detective agency; he's probably trying to get some clues from Dazai.
"I've already discovered it," Chuuya thought to himself, but his face remained expressionless.
However, Chuuya, who has no memory of the comments, doesn't completely trust what the comments say, but it's always better to be cautious.
But Dazai, that name just feels so familiar...
"It's nice to meet you again, Lord Fukuzawa."
"What do you need me for, Dr. Mori?"
"Don't look at me like that. I'm here to reach a cooperation agreement with your company."
"What wicked scheme are you plotting now, Mr. Mori? I don't believe your motives are pure, given that you specifically requested to see me and the president."
Sitting next to him, Dazai Osamu's lips curled slightly as he looked at Mori Ougai with a half-smile, and the two stared at each other.
"Dazai-kun, don't think too badly of me. I have no ill intentions this time. I'm here to ask you for a request."
After a long pause, Mori Ougai finally managed a helpless smile and spread his hands.
"You can't just refuse commissions from the Mafia, can you? Is this occupational discrimination?"
"Is Mr. Mori trying to morally blackmail us?"
"There's no other way but to use special measures during special times. After all, I'm not exactly a good person."
"What would you like to commission, Dr. Mori?"
Fukuzawa remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, which could be considered as agreeing to Mori Ōgai's request.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Mori Ougai glanced at Dazai with an ambiguous look before slowly speaking.
“My subordinate, Mr. Nakahara Chuuya, sent an emergency distress message after finishing his patrol the day before yesterday afternoon, and then disappeared. I heard that he has been meeting with Dazai-kun every afternoon recently, so I came to ask the detective agency to help find him.”
...A faint smile appeared on Mori Ougai's face, and an eerie silence fell over the room. Dazai felt Mori-san's gaze fixed on him and his mind raced.
"Mr. Mori is getting old and forgetful. I've been doing fine at the detective agency lately, and why have they been so silent? What's the connection between this executive named Nakahara and our detective agency?"
After Dazai finished speaking, an even more suspicious silence fell over the air.
[As expected of Dostoevsky, he made two preparations, even erasing Dazai's memories.]
[Chuuya's biggest connection to the Detective Agency is you, Dazai.]
Why do you think everyone's silent?
[Alright everyone, things have gone terribly wrong from the start, but why? Both sides' memories have been erased, yet Chuuya was only brought back to the realm of the Five Signs of Decay.]
[Maybe he's just jealous of the young couple.]
Who's my partner? Me and that guy named Dazai? Chuuya silently repeated the question to himself several times. His heart seemed to be beating faster, but he would have to see the other person in person to know for sure.
"Ah... So Dazai-kun has also fallen victim to this. It seems that this is no longer just a matter for our mafia, Prince Fukuzawa. It's just a pity that the trail has gone cold again. I thought I could find some clues from Dazai-kun."
Almost as soon as Dazai uttered those words, Mori Ougai was certain that Dazai had also fallen for the trap.
The president, unusually, did not refute Mori Ougai's words and nodded. Dazai, standing between the two, had a slightly deep look in his eyes. Since even the president did not refute, it seemed that Mr. Mori was not lying.
However, he had absolutely no memory of this person named Nakahara Chuuya in his mind. Dazai smiled, and things started to get interesting.
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