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"I see. Thank you."

"Oh, Chiriko, you are too polite. You can ask me directly."

Osamu Dazai replied with a light smile.

"—You are the only woman who forced me to temporarily abandon more than half of the suicide methods in the manual. Therefore, I worked hard to come up with and tried a new method of dying with my head on tofu. In other words, I deliberately did it hard Tofu, besides me, you are the only one in the world who has tasted it. That is super delicious."

Is that so?

Chiriko was speechless.

The way to test whether bad luck is a supernatural power is to borrow Dazai Osamu to invalidate the human disqualification.

Osamu Dazai gently pinches the ends of his hair, or puts his hands on his shoulders, holding hands and other direct contact methods-under such circumstances, if the result of her investment is still a loss, or Conan still encounters frequent incidents, it proves that Pure bad luck, nothing to do with abilities.

During this process, Osamu Dazai naturally couldn't casually try methods like entering the water.

Holding the tip of her hair with one hand, she entered the water at the same time... Chiriko subconsciously imagined that Osamu Dazai was buried deep in the river, with only one hand sticking out of the water, grabbing the tip of her hair. The picture was extremely weird.It wasn't about entering the water, it was more like a breath-hold with security and she could pull him up at any moment, or drag her into the water too.

In the same way, Conan is the only man who forced Osamu Dazai to temporarily give up more than half of the methods in the manual.

As for the manual, it is a book that Osamu Dazai couldn't put down, "Complete Suicide Manual".

The book introduces the pain and physiological responses of various methods in detail, and it is very rare to be restricted from sale after publication.

The origin of that book, Chiriko remembered——

Ogai Mori handed her over to Osamu Dazai, and during the boring time when Ogai Dazai had to hold her hair, Oda was one of the very few who made suggestions.

Chiriko could clearly recall Oda Wentun's appearance and tone of voice: "On the way here, I saw an advertisement for a literary award winner. How about going to the bookstore to buy some books, each one is different?"

To relieve a little bit of the embarrassing situation where she has nothing to do and is simply waiting for the investment results, Chiriko read Oda's insincere words.

In fact, for her, reading is not a good choice to pass the time.

From the cover to the back cover without missing a word, based on the speed of a novel in 3 minutes, she can start from scratch in half a day, and enter a bookcase full of books for the central processing unit.Due to speed reading, she has read almost all the books she can find.Going to the old bookstore, there are only a handful of books she has never read.

Chiriko nodded.

Because what she did after finishing her investment in the morning was:

See Osamu Dazai skipping work aboveboard;

Watch Osamu Dazai play the game with one hand;

Watch Osamu Dazai admonishing students;

Look at Osamu Dazai...

All in all, she looks at Osamu Dazai and others look at her.

——The attention salute to her is indescribably eager.

From Osamu Dazai's hat-wearing partner, his respectful subordinates, and his student Akutagawa.

Especially the last one, with piercing eyes, ferocious like wild dogs.

She might need a book to make herself look more at ease.

That manual was found at an old bookstore familiar to Oda.

Osamu Dazai flipped through the manual, showing a happy smile, talking to Oda non-stop, full of scary things.

"This method is great!"

"I want to try this as soon as possible!"

"Even the pain is marked, this book is really thoughtful!"

Chiriko picked up a copy of "Literary Spring and Autumn", and the latest Akutagawa Award-winning works were published in that issue.

The Akutagawa Award favors short pure literature works. Chiriko glanced through one and quickly turned to the page introducing the Akutagawa Award.

Debuting in pure literature in Japan, challenging the New Humanities Literature Award is almost the only way.

"Chiriko-san, do you want to contribute?" Oda asked.

"No. I think you are more suitable to be a writer than me." From the name, Zhi Lizi said.

"That's right." Oda nodded.

"You want to contribute, Oda-san?" Chiriko caught a glimpse of inspiration and asked.

"Ah. I want to be a novelist."

"Eh."

Osamu Dazai's right eye was covered by a white bandage, and his left eye blinked.

"I've never heard you say that, Odasaku?"

"Because I'm still preparing. I won't start writing until the children are independent. Now that I don't have any results, I can't wait to spread the word...it's not good, and it's useless."

"But once she asked, you just said it." Osamu Dazai pouted, and the sleeves of the black suit jacket he was wearing dangled like an angry cat's tail.

Osamu Dazai pulled her hair a little painfully.

Chiriko leaned towards Dazai Osamu, frowning.

"You didn't ask. Besides, I'm a little embarrassed to bring it up to you. I'm sorry, Chiriko-san."

Zhi Lizi caressed the painful part, straightened his expression, and asked: "Oda-san, I don't quite understand why you have to wait until the children are independent before writing, are you free now?

You can start now, use your spare time to write while preparing.The experience of writing and writing can only be exercised and refined in the continuous organization of language.So does a flash of inspiration.When I write a propositional composition, even if I finish the draft, a new idea of ​​"ah, this is really wonderful" will suddenly appear in the middle. If I don't write it, I won't have it. It will be brand new every time-this is my personal consideration . "

"That makes sense. Odasaku, why don't you start writing now. The book you wrote is laid out word for word in the bookstore. Thinking about it, I think it's super interesting and awesome~"

what.

Suddenly, she remembered that when she thought it was so dark and elusive, Osamu Dazai seemed to have a very clear and pure tone.

Now for firm tofu.

"Ah, it's super delicious." Chiriko affirmed, but it was a little hard to chew.

"Actually, I'm not just the best at making tofu! I'm confident that I won't lose to Amuro-san when it comes to stewed chicken. Ah, no one has tried the super clear chicken I researched before, you know? Riko, do you want to try it!"

"Super Chicken Stew...?"

Chiriko thought about it, but couldn't think of which method she had obtained by accident.

The stewed chicken is simple in practice and ingredients, fresh and tender in taste, rich in nutrition, especially suitable for the sick and infirm.

Speaking of the sick and infirm, she happened to have a very suitable candidate for tasting——

"it is good."

Zhi Lizi responded, while pulling out a pure white business card from the desk drawer.

Ranpo's wish card must be fulfilled. It is a card that should be carried with you and stored with your glasses.

It shouldn't be soft, wrinkly printer paper, but just the right size to fit in the inside pockets of shirts and small capes.

In the drawer, in addition to the business card of the world's number one detective firm, there is also her business card as an independent practicing lawyer.The design is exactly the same as the former, so simple that there are only her name, the pronunciation marked in Roman accents, and her email address.

In addition, there are no other elements.

No occupation, title or other information.

The frequency of using this business card is much lower than the other one.

Compared with the independent lawyer who turned the situation around, she is more famous, and what she often does is the person in charge of Ranpo's activities in Tokyo.

Chiriko neatly signed "Ranpo's wish card must be satisfied", "One has been achieved" and the accurate time with the ball pen, and handed it to Ranpo.

Luanbu showed disgust on his face, "Chilizi, you are too lazy! It's not specially designed for me at all, just perfunctory!"

"You want something more special?"

Stretching out his hand in random steps, the palm of his hand stretched straight towards her.

Zhilizi stared at the righteous random steps, paused for a second, took a pen and quickly signed "Zhi" in his palm, light and elegant.

"Write it here, so you don't have to worry about losing your wish card. The only new problem is - please collect all the "li" and "zi" before the ink is completely washed. "

"Well."

Luanbu looked at his palm.

"This is easy to disappear. Just touch the outer wall of the cold soda bottle, or pick up this bowl of frozen red bean porridge. The outer wall of the bowl is full of liquefied water droplets, and the handwriting will suddenly become blurred—not to mention Zhilizi, you proposed the second and third ones before the ink completely disappeared, so that I could collect them all. It is really difficult for me to collect them on purpose. From now on, I will try to get you to request as soon as possible, and try my best Avoid all work that may touch water, so Zhi, Li, Zi, hey—I——!”

Ranbu refers to frozen red bean porridge, with a long tail.