Stable Polarized Practice

Even though they have been together for a few days, An Ding still feels a little strange to Osamu Dazai.

"Why would Mr. Dazai want to commit suicide?"

An Ding walked on the right side of Atsushi Nakajima and asked a question that puzzled him. He gently rubbed the knuckles of his index finger against his forehead, and wrapped the back of his hand with a cloth between blue and gray. Along the direction of the wrist, it has been inserted into the cuff of the white shirt.

"This...even if you ask me, I don't know..." Atsushi Nakajima scratched his cheek in embarrassment, what would Mr. Dazai think, why did Mr. Dazai do this, what would Mr. Dazai do... these questions asked him I also tried to think about it, but it turned out that Mr. Dazai's thinking was beyond his comprehension.

Atsushi Nakajima sneaked a glance at the boy with loose blue hair on his side - today's Yamato Shoukun didn't wear that white kimono, but a very normal white shirt and trousers, and the shoes didn't look very similar Flip-flops and clogs, but even so, they walked on the road together, and they received more eyes from surprised passers-by than usual, because...

The light blue white mountain pattern haori is put on the outside of the shirt, and the word "sincerity" is written under the neckline on the back. This kind of ordinary clothing is worn with a haori... It is similar to the honey of the otaku, and the Yamato There is also an iron forehead guard tied on Shoujun's head, and the gray-blue color of the forearm can still be seen in the sleeves of the shirt that is made of slightly transparent material-so why do you wear your gloves with gloves on when you wear a shirt? Ah, doesn't it feel weird to wear?If the usual kimono haori is just worn a little more simple, then it looks like an otaku's second disease now!

"Otaku Chuji" didn't get the complex eyes of Atsushi Nakajima at all, An Ding nodded the mole at the corner of his eye thoughtfully, and said in a hesitant tone: "This will be very dangerous, right? The human body In fact, it is very fragile, and the master will say that even a gust of cold wind may kill human beings under harsh conditions, Mr. Dazai commits suicide so frequently..."

Still alive and kicking.

Nakajima Atsushi added silently in his heart, at this time he was inexplicably moved, he felt a burst of spiritual resonance-is there finally a normal person in the detective agency!Every time Mr. Dazai commits suicide, everyone remains calm, and he is the only one who is shocked as if he is in a different world from everyone. Now finally, some people think that Mr. Dazai's suicide is very abnormal? !

Atsushi Nakajima almost burst into tears, as expected Yamato Shoukun is so cute!He will definitely take good care of Butei's rare normal newcomer!

"It should be over there." An Ding, who was completely unaware that he was suddenly introduced as a confidant, pointed to the edge of the cemetery: "It is near the sea, and there is no one around here except us. If Mr. Dazai is really in the cemetery, Then he should be in a position where I can't detect it."

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"how do you feel?"

Zhongya Nakahara is standing on the container. Recently, gangsters of all sizes in Yokohama have been very restless. As a typical militant, he has to go on missions frequently, and besides this, he has an extra trouble - taking care of this "Humanoid Ability".

Although the word used to describe the leader's assignment is "care", but after the actual operation... Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he seemed to be raising his son.

Yes, raising a son.

Every night, I have to maintain the sword for him (yes, I did it myself in the end), because the humanoid ability has no account and no salary, and Zhongyuan Zhong also has to give this guy a secondary card of his own, so that this guy can go out on a date. ——Yes, the human-shaped alien ability also goes out on dates, and even buys clothes for the blue-haired guy in Butei... This kind of sense of sight is more and more like a son making a girlfriend. The old father sighs but is still honest Financial support provided.

Obviously, it was just "supervision" at the beginning, how did it become like this?Zhong Yuanzhong was also lost in thought.

It seems that after Miss Hongye trained this guy in swordsmanship, I couldn't understand his bad physical skills without the sword, so I started to teach him physical skills again, and then it happened naturally, and he naturally inserted a hand in everything... It has become the current situation, and Zhong Yuanzhong has already taken care of this guy very consciously.

Taking this guy out on missions every day, almost regarded him as half a deputy. Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a while, and then he didn't bother with this matter any more. Anyway, this humanoid ability is quite likable, and he raised it too. I'm very happy, seeing this guy's rapid progress will give me a gratifying sense of accomplishment, just like now.

Nakahara Chuya's eyes moved to Fu Sangshen with red nails next to him—fortunately, this guy was wearing a normal white shirt today, and he didn't want to see the floral shirt that challenged human color recognition again Nakahara put his hands in his trouser pockets and asked casually, "How does it feel to use a gun?"

"Huh? It feels... a little strange? But it's okay..."

Qingguang seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and he replied in a slightly excited tone: "The wrist suddenly went numb for a moment, and I missed the aiming position, but if I held it firmly before firing the gun, it would be fine." It will be much better."

And it looks like it works great!No wonder the daggers of Honmaru like to bring gunpowder, the feeling of shooting at the enemy from a distance is really great!

So the black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen held the gun again with his right hand, put his left hand under the butt of the gun to stabilize it, and aimed at the target in a standard posture: "Look at this time—aim, bang!"

The "old father" next to him nodded in satisfaction. Although his own marksmanship is not very good, being able to teach a student who can shoot so accurately with both hand and gun already gave him a sense of accomplishment.

"Your eyesight is very good." Zhong Yuanzhong also praised without hesitation: "You can see clearly from so far away."

"Hey hey hey... because my reconnaissance is still very good." After being praised by the "old father", he was a little happy, and Qing Guang replied with a slightly flushed cheek: "Even stable reconnaissance can't compare to me?"

Old Father: What is reconnaissance?

...

When he was in Honmaru, only Mr. Mutsumori could use a gun, and it was not the gun that Kiyomitsu held in his hand now. It was a little simpler than this, and there were only a few bullets that could be filled. Mr. Mutsumori also invited them to try to use his revolver gun, but Anding didn't seem to be very interested in these.

Fu Sangshen, who had black hair and red eyes, stroked the slightly hot gun casing, and moved his eyes to the submachine guns held by other members of the Hong Kong Black Army, his ruby-like eyes sparkled.

That kind of gun looks more powerful... I really want to try it.

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The cemetery is located on the seaside of Yokohama. Standing here, you can feel the salty sea breeze, and the air is more humid and cooler than that in the urban area. Even on a sunny day, the temperature in the cemetery is not uncomfortable. Anxiety, on the contrary, will make people's minds far away from the fast pace of the city, and become slow and calm.

An Ding stopped at a position a little further away from the tombstone. He didn't follow Atsushi Nakajima. Maybe it was because he felt that his friends couldn't bring him back, or maybe he didn't want to break the quiet atmosphere. In short, the blue-haired Fu Sangshen chose to wait far away. The atmosphere of the cemetery...An Ding didn't like it, it reminded him of Okita-kun's untimely death.

It may be because of the working day. Except for them, there is only a tree not far away in the huge cemetery, as if he doesn't want to be discovered. Glancing at him, he didn't pay much attention to people he didn't know.

Sure enough, Osamu Dazai was found missing in the area pointed out by Anding. He should have directly informed the detective agency about the meeting, but Atsushi Nakajima hesitated for a while, and asked an irrelevant question instead: "No. I saw Mr. Dazai visiting the grave once, are there important people of Mr. Dazai here?"

The black hair was slightly curly, and the man in the sand-colored windbreaker sat leaning against a tombstone, with his head tilted back, in a relaxed posture like resting on a friend's shoulder, leaning all his weight on the carved stone. On the tombstone, Osamu Dazai asked lazily, "Does this look like sweeping a grave?"

……

So Nakajima Atsushi did not succeed in persuading Mr. Dazai who had escaped from class.

"Mr. Dazai said that he is going to try a new method of suicide..." The expected failure did not bring much frustration to Atsushi Nakajima, because it was not just that he did not have any feelings about "bringing back Osamu Dazai". There were too many expectations, even Doppo Kunikida, who was furious, had such an expression on his face.

——Although he still went into a rage as usual.

"What?! Trying a new method of suicide? That bastard—"

"--that."

It was An Ding who interrupted Kunikida Doppo's rage, he hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and said: "... If the detective agency has a meeting, should I go out first?"

An Ding blinked and pointed to himself: "After all, I'm not a member of the detective agency, am I?"

"Ah... yes, that's right." Kunikida Doppo was stunned for a moment, first subconsciously turned his head to look at Fukuzawa Yukichi who was sitting at the other end of the long table, and confirmed that the president did not express any opinion. He pushed his glasses and nodded: "Then Yamato Mori...you can go to the coffee shop on the first floor for a while."

"Ok."

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen nodded, jumped off the chair lightly, and left the room - he didn't forget to close the door gently when he left. Atsushi Nakajima watched him leave in shock, and for a long while Then he voiced his doubts:

"Yamato Shoukun... isn't he a newcomer to the detective agency?"

"Of course not." Edogawa Ranpo ate a piece of potato chips, squatted on the chair in the posture that elementary school students like to shrink their legs into the chair, and replied in a natural tone:

"Didn't I tell you that he is a knife?"