"Ah... yes, I'm from the Armed Detective Agency..." Nakajima Atsushi said a few more words and said goodbye to the waitress politely.

But after leaving the coffee shop, the silver-haired boy hung his head in frustration, "I'm still late..."

After Kunikida Doppo brought the drowned Dazai Osamu back to the Armed Detective Agency, Edogawa Ranpo immediately asked him to come here, but he was still late.

Dazai, who had already left, wouldn't care about the frustrated little tiger. After all, he left just to avoid him, right?

So now the question is... where does he live?

I definitely can’t go back to the container area where the mafia lived at the port - wouldn’t it be like walking into a trap if I went there?

So where is the most chaotic and disorderly place in Yokohama, where almost all forces have no control?

The answer is: Leibo Street.

After confirming his residence, Dazai decisively turned around and walked towards Leibo Street.

Leibo Street was really quite chaotic. After walking along the way and experiencing all kinds of chaos, Dazai finally found an empty house deep in Leibo Street.

There are always empty houses in Leibo Street.

...After all, no one can guarantee that they can live to the end of their lives here, right?

Without any regret for the previous owner of this house, Dazai looked around.

Although there is dust, blood, and some messy things, it is still habitable.

So Dazai was too lazy to clean up anymore.

Anyway, I lived in a container when I was fifteen, so I don’t mind it now.

Life in Leibo Street is actually quite boring. After all, the methods used by ordinary people are not as cruel as those of the Mafia, but human nature is fully displayed.

But it's still pretty boring.

A week later, Dazai, with his face covered by a book titled "Alive" written by a flower-growing author, was half lying on the ground, closing his eyes and feeling the darkness in front of him.

The book of the flower-growing family is quite interesting, although I don’t know why this family has this book.

"Three, two, one." Dazai muttered three numbers, "Okay, time's up."

After saying this, he put the book in his hand on the ground, stood up and opened the door.

Well... I haven't been out for a week since I came here. It's been a long time since I last saw the fresh air outside.

Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly. His haute couture suit had become wrinkled, but the red scarf was still wrapped neatly around his neck.

He tugged at his red scarf with some disdain, obviously wanting to throw it somewhere unknown.

But before he could make a move, several people suddenly stood in front of him. :,,.