Chapter 052 Councillor Mori

"Ahh, boss, please give me a glass of wine with detergent in it."

Dazai Osamu was lying on the table, talking in a dragging voice, and the door not far away was pushed open.

"Sorry, we don't have it in the store." The boss said with a smile and pushed the poured whiskey in front of him.

Sakaguchi Ango and Oda Sakunosuke walked in together. Dazai Osamu, who had turned his head away lazily, sat up suddenly when he saw this scene.

He pointed at the two people and yelled in a girlish voice, "Why are Ango and Odasaku together? Did they go out to play together without telling me?"

Sakaguchi Ango put away his briefcase, pushed up his glasses and said speechlessly: "We just met halfway. Are you some JK who is lacking company?"

"Dazai is also a minor," Oda Sakunosuke said seriously, taking the wine from the boss, looking at Dazai and nodding, "Next time, Dazai, come with me."

Dazai Osamu was speechless for a moment. He stared at Oda Sakunosuke, wondering how this man could say these things so naturally.

Oda Sakunosuke glanced at the wine in front of Dazai Osamu again, and hesitated, wondering if Dazai was not allowed to drink at his age.

"Don't bother with him, Oda-kun. He's just bored. This guy is already an adult, okay?" Ango added with a quip, looking helplessly at the thoughtful Oda.

Yes, since you are an adult, you can drink.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't say anything else, but just talked about what he hadn't finished talking about with Ango just now, and the book friends he met in the bookstore.

"That's great, so are you starting to write a book now?" Ango asked curiously. It was also the first time they knew the reason why Oda Sakunosuke didn't kill anyone.

They were very tactful in their interactions, with a professional understanding that they would only chat casually when they were in the pub, without touching upon their deeper past or present.

But now, Oda Sakunosuke took the initiative to bring up the topic, and they didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it, so they continued the conversation naturally.

Oda Sakunosuke was at a loss for words, so he touched the small notebook in his pocket and said, "I wrote a little, but I'll keep it until I finish it."

He smiled and talked about his miraculous experience. After he finished speaking, Dazai Osamu, who had been silent for a long time, raised his eyes. His iris-colored eyes seemed to be brewing a storm.

"Black coat, red scarf, purple eyes, middle-aged man..." Dazai Osamu spoke slowly, extracting the information from Oda Sakunosuke's words.

Oda Sakunosuke also sensed something was wrong. He stopped talking, looked at Dazai, and asked seriously, "Is there something wrong with that person?"

Dazai Osamu choked when he saw the sincere look in the other person's eyes. He obviously got along well with that book friend, but now it seemed as if Odasaku would completely believe him if he said anything.

He looked away and said unnaturally, "I just think he looks like someone familiar, Odasaku. It's best not to get too close to him. He's a pervert."

Pervert? Oda Sakunosuke thought about the gentle and elegant man he had met before, and nodded at Dazai. Dazai said that he must have his own reasons.

In the subsequent conversation, Dazai Osamu was obviously absent-minded and asked mysteriously: "What do you think would happen if people from another world came to this world?"

"Maybe he's going to see someone he knows, or maybe he has some regrets?" Oda Sakunosuke answered naturally, not seeing anything wrong with changing the subject.

Sakaguchi Ango paused and replied softly, "Maybe it's to find something they need for their own world. After all, few people would voluntarily leave home."

His words drew an unknown gaze from Dazai Osamu, but when he looked away, he returned to his original state.

"Yes, why would a person leave the home that has taken him in?" His tone was smiling, like a cello chant, with a hint of exaggeration.

He lowered his eyes and raised his fingers to lightly tap the glass. The glass made a crisp sound and also reflected Dazai Osamu's interested expression.

If he was indifferent to his opponent's messy behavior before, now he is willing to play with him.

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"Ach!" Chidori covered her mouth and sneezed loudly. Alice quickly moved a few meters away from him and looked at him with disgust.

She casually threw away Chidori's skirt, which was holding a knife, and turned her head and snorted, "You're so disgusting. If Rintaro is sick, stay away from me."

Chidori ignored the skirt that fell on the ground, and picked up another one from the other side and gestured to Alice.

"Oh, this one is perfect for our Alice sauce. Please change it. This is my lifelong request!"

His eyes were pleading, and he kept chasing after the troubled Alice, so much so that he didn't even notice the door was open for a moment.

"President, why don't we go at another time? Let this perverted uncle play by himself." Ranpo Edogawa next to Yukichi Fukuzawa shouted impatiently.

Veins bulged on Fukuzawa Yukichi's forehead. It was clearly this guy who called them over, but now he acted as if he didn't take it seriously.

However, the other party was obviously very aware that he was stepping on Fukuzawa Yukichi's bottom line. He put away his skirt with regret, coughed lightly, and led them to sit down.

Edogawa Ranpo's eyes lit up when he looked at the desserts on the table. He snorted and decided not to care about it.

After hearing what Fukuzawa Yukichi said to Ranpo the day before about what happened that day, Edogawa Ranpo knew that this man wanted to use the Detective Agency to curb the rats in the Special Powers Division.

According to his reasoning, he should be a feared intelligence dealer, very powerful and with many connections. More information would require more intelligence support.

Fukuzawa Yukichi has already accepted the other party's commission. Although he is not against cheating, he still decided to come and take a look in person.

The core of the Armed Detective Agency is Ranpo Edogawa. As long as he agrees, the Detective Agency will naturally do its best.

"You are not the doctor I know, Dr. Mori," Fukuzawa Yukichi said first. If he didn't see it, he would have lived in vain. "What is your purpose?"

Chidori slowly poured a cup of tea and pushed it to them, saying helplessly, "It seems like everyone asks me this question once."

"But unfortunately, I really don't have any purpose that goes against your beliefs. I just want to get more and more here."

He straightened his back and leaned back, a signal of confidence in himself and that he was harmless.

The reason why Edogawa Ranpo came today was to recruit the Armed Detective Agency. Chidori never thought that she could solve everything by herself.

By the time the other party arrived, things were basically settled. The Armed Detective Agency was one of the core elements of the Three-Step Plan. If they did not agree, it would be equivalent to kicking out of the plan, and their influence would naturally weaken.

By then, they would really be just an ordinary detective agency and would not be involved in anything in Yokohama.

Ranpo Edogawa bit his spoon and stared at the man in front of him. He didn't have many clues, but... he didn't have nothing either.

"We can agree to this," Ranpo said naturally, swinging his legs. "You'll eventually get the whole of Yokohama involved, but for now, I have a condition."

Alice had sat down next to Mori Owl at some point, and was drinking tea at the same pace as Ranbu, swinging her legs.

Edogawa Ranpo didn't care about Alice who was ready to attack at any time, and just asked what he wanted to know: "How is the detective agency in your world, no, how is the president?"

His gaze fell on Chidori's hand, the hand that was wearing a white glove but had many scars, one of which had an obvious knife scar.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't say anything. Today he handed over all matters to Ranpo and now he is just a bodyguard.

Perhaps thinking of the president beside him, Luan Bu still condescended to explain: "I need to know more information about you, so as to infer whether you are worthy of cooperation and temporary trust. Uncle, this is a very worthwhile transaction for you in the past."

The biggest difference between them and Chidori is the information gap, so Edogawa Ranpo must make up for it.

For him, the past is irrelevant, and joining the Armed Detective Agency is a very calculated and optimal solution.

Chidori sighed softly, and the smile on his face revealed no emotion; all that could be heard was his voice.

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The first half of his life was actually not much different from what Fukuzawa Yukichi remembered.

The doctor who lost everything on that island came to Yokohama, met his teacher and also met his partner.

But from the very beginning, Moriogai did not look at this city with the intention of saving it.

He would only occasionally ask Fukuzawa Yukichi when they were on a mission: "Mr. Fukuzawa, what do you think of Neon and Yokohama now?"

At that time, Fukuzawa Yukichi would never give him an answer, and the killer who was no longer called the "Silver Wolf" was also unable to find the answer.

There was always unpeace between them. Fukuzawa Yukichi disliked Mori Ogai's pretentious tone and perverted hobbies, while Mori Ogai disliked Fukuzawa Yukichi's inflexibility and seriousness.

But we have to admit that they do have a tacit understanding. The collision and polish of two diamonds will polish out a more dazzling brilliance.

So sometimes, they would sit down and drink tea together, even though this was a task assigned by the teacher.

Mori Ogai is always looking at this city. He works as a not-so-famous black doctor in the forgotten Raibo Street in Yokohama. Even Fukuzawa Yukichi doesn't know what he wants to do.

"Have you ever been to a battlefield, Mr. Fukuzawa?" Mori Ogai looked at him with a smile that blended with his calmness. "The kind of battlefield where when you look up, the sky is covered in the color of guns and cannons. Apart from the corpses, all you can see is fighting."

Fukuzawa Yukichi knew that the opponent came from Changan Island, the final battlefield of the Japanese superpower war. This war involved the entire world and in the end Japan lost miserably.

"…The war is over." Fukuzawa Yukichi said after a long silence. He was also a victim and perpetrator of this war and had no right to judge anything.

Mori Ogai had a strange smile on his face. It was over? The world's seven top transcendents forced the war to stop.

And they, who had spent everything for this, were just thrown away like garbage. No one cared where they would go, and no one cared about the devastated appearance of the defeated country.

"How can this be possible?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi heard the other party's almost silent mumbling, he looked up at the other party, the young man had stubble on his chin, looking haggard and wolfish, but the expression on his face at this moment was as confused as a child and... perhaps hatred that he himself was not aware of.

He was unwilling to give in. He knew clearly what he had to do next, but what was the reason for the intense and crazy scream in his heart?

Their homes were destroyed and driven away, and they became homeless stray dogs, and no one cared what they thought.

Mori Ogai looked out the window again, and what caught his eye was Yokohama, who was covered in scars and suffered persecution. He wanted to see more, see more, and embrace this country that had been hurt along with him.

Fukuzawa Yukichi seemed to be hesitating whether to speak to comfort the other person, but when he was struggling with what to say, the other person had already turned his head away.

The fragility and obsession just revealed seemed to be an illusion, and he turned into the slick and perfect Dr. Mori in Fukuzawa Yukichi's memory.

"Mr. Fukuzawa, I think now is the best time," Mori Ogai showed him the most seductive smile and made a devilish invitation, "Cooperate with me, real cooperation."