Even Dazai can't think of it

"—Ah, it's so hot, so hot," Dazai Osamu took a sip of ramen and blew on it. He hung his tongue and complained, "It's so hot, boss."

The shop owner replied with a naive smile: "The previous customers also said the same thing, but in the end they ate it while shouting hot, because the ramen just out of the pan is the best!"

Osamu Dazai took another breath carefully, the hot ramen made him hiss, and he ate it on his own, as if he really just met Hatsusaki in a ramen shop.

"...But it's definitely not by chance," Hatsusaki stuffed the last bite of fried pork cutlet into her mouth, the crispy and juicy cutlet seemed to have lost its charm, tasteless, she took a sip of Coke, "in Dazai's script Is there such a thing as a coincidence! No!"

System: "Speaking of which, just now Ranpo Edogawa said that you will be in trouble if you don't go up... Could it be Osamu Dazai?"

Hatsusaki: "..."

Hatsusaki said blankly, "Then there really won't be any dangerous trouble."

Anyway, on the surface, she still has the identity of Chuya Chuya's younger sister. Even if she wants to do calculations, she will not be calculated to death by the script team. Doesn't it mean that there is no danger in rounding up.

...but trouble is real trouble.

Hatsusaki carefully blew on the ramen: "But since it's not a coincidence, and the random steps are troublesome, it shouldn't be..."

Osamu Dazai finished eating the ramen contentedly, and the tonkatsu was only warm. He put it aside without interest, turned around and put his elbows on the table, and said lazily: "It's really a good restaurant."

"..." Hatsusaki swallowed the last mouthful of noodles, put down the chopsticks, tilted her head slightly to look at Osamu Dazai, "What's the matter?"

Osamu Dazai turned to face her energetically, and instead of answering her question directly, he asked cheerfully, "I've heard about it before, about leaving hand wooden warehouses in the arsenal to provoke—"

The iris-colored eyes seemed to be full of smiles, but there was a subtle indifference, and Osamu Dazai smiled at her inexplicably: "I was taken aback."

Hatsusaki: "...Ah."

Although Hatsusaki did do such a thing, the provocation was actually just a side product rather than her original intention. Hsaki explained seriously: "That gun is very expensive."

Osamu Dazai: "...?"

He blinked, and quickly understood Hatsusaki's meaning: "Because it's very expensive, so it's used to offset the boss's reward?"

Seeing the girl in front of him nodding and admitting, Osamu Dazai wanted to laugh from the bottom of his heart this time: "Well, the boss was so moved that he cried at the time, and he said something like 'Ah Saki is a gentle and kind child' while crying. !"

Hatsusaki: "..."

Although it sounded like a compliment, when she thought that the person who said this was Mori Ogai, she felt a chill down her back, as if she saw a palm-sized spider fall in front of her.

Hatsusaki couldn't answer this sentence, so she chose to change the subject: "If there is nothing else, I have other things to do, so let's go first."

Osamu Dazai: "Yes, but wait first—the store manager, I seem to be a little full, can I have a cup of dish soap to digest?"

Store manager: "...? That's not something that can be served to customers, do you want ice water?"

Osamu Dazai pondered: "Is that so... Is there ice water that can freeze your heartbeat?"

The store manager was even more at a loss: "It's impossible to have that kind of thing!"

"No," Osamu Dazai lowered his head in frustration, and answered Hatsusaki's question weakly, "What's the matter...ah, because the boss cried and said that he wanted to see you today, so I came here."

He stood up and blocked the light outside the door: "Let's go together?"

Hatsusaki: "..."

She looked behind Osamu Dazai, and a few figures in black clothes appeared faintly through the light-transmitting frosted door.

Hatsusaki met those iris-colored eyes, explaining the facts: "I received a text message from him this morning."

Dazai looked at her.

Hatsusaki seemed to recall the scene when she faced Mori Ogai that day again, and she felt an inexplicable annoyance in her heart, and her tone was a little heavier: "I saw it."

"Oh, I saw it, but you don't want to go..." Osamu Dazai squeezed his chin as if in distress, and said to himself, "This is going to be troublesome, although we have enough people..."

But if tough measures are taken...

Osamu Dazai clapped his hands easily and decided: "That's all for today, see you next time~"

Hatsusaki: "...huh?"

It was as if the resentment in her stomach had been poked a hole, Hatsusaki felt dazed as if she had punched the air.

The dignified atmosphere that almost made a move just now seemed to never exist, Osamu Dazai waved his back to her, pushed open the door and led his subordinates to leave the store.

The store manager leaned over nervously and asked in a low voice, "You, have you gotten into some trouble?... There is a famous detective agency nearby. You can ask them for help if you have an accident."

"Well, thank you." Hatsusaki was also confused, she gave a depressed smile to the shopkeeper, and then her smile froze in the next second, Hatsusaki looked at the empty bowl beside her, "...wait... ?”

Osamu Dazai, the dog, left without paying! !

***

Mori Ogai picked up a steamed steamed bun from the box, and Alice, whose cheeks were puffy from eating, glanced at him: "Rintaro is coming up with an annoying bad idea again."

"Hey, little Alice said the same thing." Mori Ogai's stupefied hair came down, "Isn't that kind of power just used to find things? Isn't it too wasteful? That's why I want to make the best use of everything."

Alice ate on her own, and she commented sharply: "It's because of this that you are hated, Rintaro."

Mori Ogai burst into tears: "Woo...you actually say that..."

"——boss," the black-haired boy pushed open the door. Behind him were only guards with guns. The door was closed, leaving only dim lights in the room. "The arrangements for the dead in the Dragon Head War have been prepared. That's it, what I said before is done."

"Thank you." Mori Ogai looked behind him, with a little surprise in his eyes, "Even you failed to bring her back... Are you really serious about Dazai?"

"Not at all," Dazai Osamu was not energetic, his lazy voice was drawn out, he sighed and complained, "Because she is still angry, her actions are also becoming emotional, if she is forced, she might make a big fuss with filth Oh?...It’s not a good thing that powerful power is controllable.”

A powerful ability to wipe out an organization overnight, when this level of power does not exist as a trump card, but is used at will like an ordinary ability, is like a bomb in the hands of a babbling child .

Osamu Dazai told the truth: "Mr. Mingming Mori also knows that now is not the right time."

Can't push too hard.

Mori Ogai knew this better than anyone else. He looked down at the documents on the table and complained as if talking to himself: "Although I said that, if it succeeds, everyone's work will be much easier! I But as a boss, I try my best to consider for everyone...Anyway, let’s put this matter aside for now, Dazai, just received a report of an attack on the warehouse.”

Osamu Dazai's expression collapsed in an instant, and he reluctantly said, "I'll deal with it later."

Mori Ogai looked at the back of the black-haired boy leaving with a smile, he looked away, and took out a sealed confidential document from the drawer.

He sat on the desk, the only sound in the room was the sound of Alice's paintbrush rubbing against the white paper, Mori Ogai stared at the information printed with the girl's photo: "'Wish fulfilled'...?"

At this time, the orange-haired boy opened the door.