Dazai Jisho naturally grabbed the floating golden ticket.
This was inevitable. After all, no one had expected this. Ranpo Edogawa might have thought of something when Dazai Osamu stood up, but the detective's reflexes were obviously not as quick as those of a former port mafia officer.
"Dazai, what are you doing?"
Kunikida Doppo was the first to raise questions. Even though he was already accustomed to Dazai Osamu's series of confusing behaviors, he still couldn't help but ask questions every time he saw such things, even though he knew that he might get a very unreliable answer.
"If you want to see it, just tell me. You suddenly do this and give me a scare," the blond-haired young man said after calming down. Perhaps he remembered the ability of Dazai Osamu, he asked hesitantly, "Did you find something, Dazai Osamu?"
"Of course..." Dazai Osamu dragged out his words, as if to deliberately whet people's appetite, "No..."
"What?" Kunikida Dopo was clearly angry again at being fooled. "Dazai!"
"Kunikida is really not calm at all, just wait for me to finish." The young man in the light-colored windbreaker put one hand in his pocket and held the golden ticket in the other hand. He walked forward leisurely, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the anger from Kunikida's uniqueness at all.
Kunikida Doppo took a deep breath and decided to wait and see what Dazai Osamu could say to reverse the outcome that would have him being beaten to death in Kunikida Doppo's heart.
"To prevent any trouble, it would be bad if we were to be happy for nothing, so," Dazai paused at the right time, a faint smile on his face, "Isn't it natural to use my special ability to check it out? And Ranpo-san has also noticed it, right?"
Ranpo Edogawa, who was suddenly mentioned, happened to be sitting on the sofa nearby. While everyone's attention was on the golden ticket, he concentrated on the mille-feuille cake that was ignored nearby.
Seeing that Dazai Osamu had drawn everyone's attention to him again, his fact of eating alone was discovered, but it did not cause much reaction from the famous detective abnormally. Instead, Edogawa Ranpo just curled his lips in a way that could not be called a smile, and looked in Dazai Osamu's direction thoughtfully.
Dazai Osamu clapped his hands, attracting the attention of the detective agency members again, just like a press release officer with ease.
"But fortunately, this is indeed the real thing and not some copied supernatural power." The young man said with a smile, and readily returned the gold ticket to Nakajima Atsushi under Kunikida's stare.
Nakajima Atsushi, who got his gold ticket back, was in a panic when he took it and almost dropped it on the ground. He was obviously flattered by such good luck.
"By the way, have you figured out what to do with this golden ticket?" Yoseno Akiko, who had been sipping hot cocoa nearby, asked while holding her cup of drink.
She had not participated in the circulation of the golden ticket just now, but had been sliding her fingers on her mobile phone, as if she was checking something, or showing a strange smile.
"Eh? Well..." This question stumped Nakajima Atsushi. The boy with beautiful yellow and purple eyes blinked in confusion, seeming at a loss.
"Maybe we should go to the candy factory to have a look?" Nakajima Atsushi said uncertainly, looking very hesitant. "That's what it says, I think so."
"But that candy company looks very far away, in England." Tanizaki Junichiro took out his cell phone and pointed at the enlarged satellite map on the screen, looking a little worried.
"Besides, should we sell it?" the light-haired young man suggested in a low voice, looking a little embarrassed by his suggestion.
"Can it still be sold?" Nakajima Atsushi scratched the back of his head, tucked a disobedient strand of hair behind his ear, and asked in surprise.
"Of course."
The one who spoke was Akiko Yono. The female social doctor was different from the thin-skinned Junichiro Tanizaki and Atsushi Nakajima who didn't understand what he had gotten himself into.
He calmly flipped through the interfaces on his phone.
"The price of a gold ticket has been hyped up to 1 billion US dollars on the black market. This price is constantly soaring due to the intervention of various forces, but in comparison, it is still relatively expensive."
Although Akiko Yosano said this in a joking tone, what could not be erased was that the gold ticket in Nakajima Atsushi's hand undoubtedly represented a huge amount of wealth.
Nakajima Atsushi suddenly fell into a state of hesitation. Too many choices were placed in front of him, making him feel top-heavy.
Fortunately, Fukuzawa Yukichi's words saved him. A steady voice came from the silver-haired man. The president of the Armed Detective Agency, who has always been very prestigious, said in a final voice: "Go and have a look yourself, Atsushi. You need this opportunity. I will approve your leave later."
Kunikida Doppo, who had been silent since a while ago, also spoke up: "The president is right. Vision and experience are things that money can't buy. Besides, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even if you go and take a look, it will be good. You need this, Atsushi."
Under the persuasion of Fukuzawa Yukichi and Kunikida Doppo, Nakajima Atsushi seemed to have made up his mind to go and take a look, and a topic for discussion disappeared.
While others were discussing, Dazai quietly left the topic, just as calmly as when he took the initiative to join in. Only Edogawa Ranpo and Fukuzawa Yukichi noticed this.
When he turned around and left, Dazai Osamu's face darkened for a moment, but he concealed it very well, and even Edogawa Ranpo and Fukuzawa Yukichi, who noticed something unusual about him, did not notice.
His innate clairvoyance, which is completely different from others, allows him to see something different.
In Dazai Osamu's vision, a golden line was extending upward from the gold ticket and disappearing into the ceiling, as if it was connected to some unknown existence.
But in the brief moment when he grasped the golden ticket, such a line disappeared.
What is this? Dazai Osamu doesn't know, but it is definitely related to that candy company.
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And Kaionji Suyou, who was far away in Beihua, also briefly felt this change. Just now, through Roald Dahl's vest, he was able to feel that a golden ticket in Yokohama was briefly disconnected from him, and it was not until just now that it was reconnected.
He still trusts the things produced by the system, but the current situation is obviously not normal.
"Things seem to be getting more and more interesting." The black-haired boy muttered to himself thoughtfully.
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While he was thinking, he received a question from Ranpo Edogawa when he passed by the detective.
"You must have discovered something, Dazai." It was clearly a question, but coming from the overly sensitive detective's mouth, it carried a sense of certainty.
"As expected of Mr. Ranpo, you are always so sharp." Dazai Osamu sighed half-seriously, but his eyes, which were curved because of his smile, lacked sincerity, making people suspect that he had ulterior motives.
"Of course." There was a hint of childish pride in Edogawa Ranpo's expression, which always made it difficult to tell his age.
"But I'm afraid Mr. Ranpo guessed wrong this time." The smile on the young man's face was like a thin mist that would disappear with the slightest change. "I really just wanted to confirm it."
"Perfect! I did it!" Dazai Osamu quickly snatched a piece of mango pudding from the table at lightning speed, and without even using a plastic fork, he poured the whole thing directly into his mouth, making people wonder if he wanted to experience some new way of suicide.
As expected, Edogawa Ranpo's attention was successfully diverted, or rather, the detective was just asking casually, shouting loudly.
"Dazai, that's Ranpo-sama's pudding! How disgusting!"
The detective angrily scooped up all the remaining pudding into his arms, and took a defensive stance towards Dazai Osamu. It seemed that he didn't want to leave any chance for Dazai Osamu to eat secretly, and he didn't even forget that he was secretly eating snacks that exceeded the prescribed limit.
At this moment, because of their dispute, Fukuzawa Yukichi's attention has shifted here, and the silver-haired swordsman in kimono is staring at the detective who is ignorant of everything.
Ranpo Edogawa had his back to the president of the Armed Detective Agency, but at this moment he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
"Ranpo." Someone was calling him. It was the very familiar voice of Edogawa Ranpo. The famous detective who was so powerful just now suddenly became much weaker. Dazai Osamu also took the opportunity to take away two boxes of pudding.
But when the young man wanted to slip away, he was stopped again.
"Wait a minute, Dazai, we are discussing who will accompany Atsushi."
Dazai Osamu retracted his steps and slowly returned to his colleague. As expected, the white-haired boy looked confused and hesitant.
"As for this question, doesn't it still depend mainly on Atsushi's wish?" He spoke slowly, as if he was considering Nakajima Atsushi very much, but in fact he wanted to see the little tiger in a dilemma with mischievous interest.
"Well, this, this, I don't know either..." Nakajima Atsushi hesitated for a long time but still couldn't make a decision.
However, before the boy could think it through, the uninvited guest arrived first.
The only ones who were so confident and rude as to visit someone else's territory were probably the port mafia. Into the happy discussion of the Armed Detective Agency were the thugs in black suits.
The poor detective agency's door had been destroyed countless times, but they still stubbornly guarded their posts without any intention of giving up.
The members of the armed detective agency concluded that the newcomer had bad intentions.
However, with all of them now inside the detective agency, attacking the agency seemed unwise. For a moment, the intentions of the Port Mafia were difficult to guess, but when they thought of a golden ticket held in the hands of a white-haired boy, everyone seemed to understand something and their expressions became serious.
In the atmosphere of suppression and competition, a petite cadre wearing a top hat walked in slowly, carrying an aggressive aura, as if he was about to compete with a high degree of certainty of victory.
"Nakahara Chuuya of the Port Mafia, what is your intention?" The silver-haired president of the Armed Detective Agency was the first to break the silence.
The moment he felt danger approaching, Fukuzawa Yukichi had already placed his hand on the scabbard, ready to attack at any time. His instinct as a swordsman made him always on guard.
Although Nakahara Chuuya was very dissatisfied with Dazai Osamu who was sitting on the sofa in the back, eating pudding leisurely and almost humming a little tune, he still showed full respect to the leader of the Armed Detective Agency.
The port mafia officer took off his hat as a sign of respect and said in a steady voice, "The leader hopes to discuss something with Mr. Fukuzawa and Mr. Nakajima."
"If it's convenient, I hope we can confirm a meeting time, or now is fine."
The port mafia that were blocking the door voluntarily made way as Nakahara Chuuya raised his hand, and walked out of the room in an orderly manner.
"I'm afraid there's nothing to discuss here." Fukuzawa Yukichi said this in a cold tone of rejection, and the white-haired boy who had recently struck luck was spontaneously surrounded by his colleagues, completely blocking the view of Nakahara Chuuya and the other mafia.
However, Nakahara Chuuya did not show much surprise. Perhaps due to Mori Ougai's prior instructions, the officer who was famous for his high martial arts skills did not even show the slightest intention of using violence.
He said something to one of his subordinates, and the man quickly took out a heavy-looking safe from behind. No one knew what was inside.
"These are our sincerity." As the red-haired young man spoke, the safe made a crisp sound and popped open, revealing the contents inside.
There were piles of green banknotes filled with the refreshing aroma of ink, filling an entire box.
"One spot, that's what we're discussing."