The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

The breath of coffee beans and sunshine are intertwined, forming a leisurely time at noon.

This is the royal coffee shop downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency - "Vortex", which is located just below the Armed Detective Agency, and now it has become the place where the members of the Detective Agency spend the longest time except for working hours.

Kunikida sat at the bar, turned his head to look at the Tanizaki brothers and sisters and the newcomer Baihu who were talking in the booth.The kid seemed extra cautious in the face of the apologies from the seniors in the company, his eyes were flying around, and he glanced at the bar from time to time, looking like he really wanted to join the conversation here, but no matter what, it was in line with what ordinary newcomers should have Humble look.

But here--

The rickety high stool on the right creaked, Osamu Dazai's beautiful peach eyes stared intently and affectionately at the waitress standing at the bar, staring at the girl until her face was flushed, and she still kept flirting in her mouth.

"Ah, this fruit wine is so fragrant, I think it must be made by an elegant beauty like you? I didn't expect it to be available in this kind of place..."

On the left is Guang Zhouyou who doesn't have a seat and wants to stand on the bar counter like a sculpture.

"The bar, heh, it really is the place with the highest concentration of magic power."

When this guy made such a behavior and was stopped by the waiter, it was exactly this kind of nonsense.

Kunikida, who was sitting between these two weirdos, was really bored.

If he could, he'd really like to roll over in his seat and do a split, kicking these two bastards out from left to right.

"You two, shut up for me!!!"

No response at all.

The two sitting next to Kunikida on the left and the right were doing their own things.

One cupped the waitress' hand with an intoxicated expression, "Look, this slender hand—"

One poured a dreamy lake blue drink and an orange cocktail together, and sneered strangely while shaking violently, "The potion that will shake the world is about to be born!"

Kunikida's face was so gloomy that dripping water made Atsushi Nakajima almost sweat.

Dazai Osamu, who was kicked several times by Kunikida for no reason, is also very good-tempered, there is no trace of anger on his face, and his cynical and frivolous appearance always makes people wonder if this person is serious.

"And you! Boy! Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol!"

Kunikida glared angrily at Mitsuyu on the left.

"This is the greatest potion of the Dark Empire for 5000 years!"

Kunikida: "..."

Headache.

Unknowingly, the topic turned to the occupations of the old members of the detective agency. Osamu Dazai patted the footprints on the sand-colored long trench coat with a face full of indifference, and enthusiastically recruited newcomers to participate in the routine games of the detective agency, "You-kun , and Tun-kun, can you guess what occupations the few of us were engaged in before joining the detective agency? This is a common practice!"

"Tsk."

After a few rounds, Kunikida sneered when his partner revealed his former profession.

"Kunikida-kun is always embarrassed to face his past as a math teacher." Dazai Osamu looked at the newcomer with great interest, "It's me! It's me! Guess what I am? You know, if you guess right The bounty is very high!"

Nakajima was so shocked by the huge amount that he was speechless, but the black-haired boy who had been silent all the time suddenly raised his head.

Seeing this, Osamu Dazai excitedly raised his index finger and pointed at Guangzhou, like an auctioneer who was about to close a large order worth tens of millions and held his gavel high. Kunikida's face turned half black after the wine juice spilled all over his face, "Oh! What did I see as a suicidal person! Was the great dark emperor also attracted by the 70 bounty?"

"What does this have to do with suicides?" Nakajima complained with a dull expression.

Osamu Dazai turned a deaf ear, he cupped his face and shouted artificially, "Come on, tell me your answer!"

The goblet containing the cocktail in Guangzhou's hand was emitting green smoke, and the pungent smell was like a prisoner who escaped from a chemical laboratory. It held everyone's deadly throats with its powerful hands.

Kunikida, who was sitting closest, was forced to face the strange smell. The man with a blue face covered his nose without hesitation, and stared at the Holy Grail of Death in disbelief.

He didn't know how this guy did it - mixed such a common drink with such a dark dish?

The black-haired boy stood on the bar counter, looking down at Osamu Dazai on the seat. He was obviously holding a goblet, but he looked like a wizard in a dark forest holding up the holy grail of death. Surrounded by dark green mist.

The boy looked deeply.

The eyes that flowed deep and black were like the most transparent and clear water in Yokohama, which can reflect the original appearance of everyone. He looked at the smile that gradually widened from the corner of Dazai's mouth, "I already know your true identity , are you sure you want to let the humans here know the truth? That kind of dark and bloody past that cannot be stared at."

Dazed by the money, Nakajima couldn't help but want to rush to answer, but the intuition of the wild animal made him tremble all over, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he keenly felt that the surrounding air became colder.

The members of the detective agency are all good people, even Tanizaki, who is innocent and innocent on the surface, can vaguely feel the bad atmosphere at this moment.

Dazai Osamu's beautiful peach eyes were slightly bent, but the smile inside could not reach his eyes, and his tone was very calm. "All ears."

Kunikida Doppo, who had been hiding far away, frowned.

He suddenly raised his head to look at the two people who were fighting against each other inexplicably.

As Dazai Osamu's partner, although they have different ideas, different tempers, and different styles of handling people and things, Kunikida dare not say that he can see through Dazai Osamu in so many cooperations , but at least he has a certain right to speak about this bandage waste device.

Osamu Dazai is difficult to approach and understand, but he is exceptionally transparent about other people's ingenuity and ideas.

Kunikida has never claimed to be a genius, but he who can be valued by President Fukuzawa and enter the detective agency will certainly not be a mediocre person, and it can even be said that the conditions are extremely high in all aspects, but he is so brave when fighting wits with Osamu Dazai. It's been a long time, but he was plotted against by that bastard again and again, which is enough to show how high the rank of this Dazai Osamu is.

That guy is like a monster who can see through people's hearts...

terrible.

Just the day before yesterday, Kunikida was preparing to report work and information to the president.

At that time, Kunikida stopped and stood still in front of the quiet and silent president's office. He straightened his clothes solemnly, made sure that his appearance and appearance were perfect, and was about to knock on the door, but suddenly heard a voice that was so familiar to him that he couldn't bear it. A male voice that couldn't help but feel dizzy.

Osamu Dazai!

Kunikida stopped knocking on the door, feeling his scalp go numb.

He is really at odds with this person, usually he always seems to have the upper hand, but in fact he has suffered countless secret losses from Dazai, and this is what he hates Dazai the most.

He would definitely try to avoid being in the same room with this person if he could.

Kunikida turned his head to leave with a somewhat ferocious face, but he heard the conversation in the room continue.

Deep and hoarse, like a sword sharpened by the enemy's blood and gravel on the battlefield, this is the president's voice!

Kunikida recognized it at once.

"What's the matter."

The person on the opposite side said leisurely, "President, Youjun doesn't have supernatural powers."

After a while of silence, the president's voice came from inside the room.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't ask why, nor did he question how Dazai Osamu was sure, but just asked, "Are you sure?"

Kunikida, who was outside the door, was taken aback when he heard the conversation between the two. He had seen Mitsuyuu's "black dragon" in the surveillance camera. It was only when I realized that the kid was probably able to complete such a work with the help of supernatural powers.A former member of the detective agency, Hanada, whose supernatural power is "quilt".

That is, all electronic devices within the line of sight can be controlled without touching.

Combined with his usual observations of the light universe, Kunikida concluded that the boy's supernatural ability is likely to be related to the ability to manipulate some kind of metal or special materials and substances.

No powers?

I can't believe it.

Kunikida snorted, but the doubts in his heart about what Osamu Dazai said had climbed to the top.

Osamu Dazai, who usually doesn't tease him enough, actually lied a lot in front of the president?

During the few seconds he was contemplating, the conversation in the room moved quickly.

Kunikida heard a firm voice from inside, "Yes."

This bastard definitely has reservations!

He gritted his teeth.

The people in the house were noncommittal.

"So what." The president looked dull, and he took a sip of his tea. Before Dazai could continue, Fukuzawa Yukichi saw blood from the sword, his eyes were as sharp as the sharp light of a samurai's sword, "Dazai, you are obstructing Dazai!" Zhou joined the detective agency."

The tone is not questioning, but an ordinary declarative sentence.

These were the last words Kunikida heard before turning to leave.

Kunikida looked at the two confronting each other, the doubts from a few days ago seemed to bubble out of the water.

If what the president said is true, then that guy Dazai's attitude towards the newcomer in the second grade is very intriguing.

It's so special...but it's very abnormal.

Tanizaki smiled and stood up, trying to smooth things over, "Speaking of which, when I joined the club, I guessed that Mr. Dazai was a cowherd, hahaha, fortunately, Mr. Dazai was not angry."

Dazai's eyes were still fixed on Guang Zhou, his calm eyes were like a lake full of water,

Guangzhou, who was looked at like this, was not shaken, nor was the topic changed. He snorted with a sneer, "Admit your identity. Like a desperate beast walking alone in the dark, surrounded by eerie and gloomy smiley monsters ..."

Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, the illusion of sparkling light was cast aside, a pool of stagnant water soaked in the depths, his curved eyes were blocked by slightly curly forehead hair, and there was no smile inside.

Really nerve-racking.

These guys will be scared by him, right?

The black-haired boy continued to sneer, and while looking at 'hehe, don't pretend', Lingchi Dazai said, "You are—"

Port Mafia.

"Spies in Chicken Breast Country!"

Osamu Dazai was speechless for a moment: "..."

All the tense members of the detective agency froze: "...?"

Ok?

What kind of meat country?