Forced by Butei's gravity

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Although I said that Osamu Dazai should not think about being cute and pass the test, in fact, I want to pass the test myself.

After opening each door and returning to each house, I threw myself on the bed, couldn't help yawning again, and entered the noon sleepy time more than three hours earlier.

I thought about it with my quick-witted little head. Their Armed Detective Agency has to write a report, and it has nothing to do with me, a port mafia cadre.

Nothing to do with me = I don't have to write = I can just rest

Once the equation was smooth, I immediately felt at ease. I took a shower and went to bed quickly and neatly, and I was ready to sleep after entering the bed, which was very comfortable.

I took the mobile phone provided by Zhongyuan Zhongye, lay on the bed, and surfed the Internet happily, that is, I was happy for half an hour just now.

A knock on the door without rhythm called me out from the sand sculpture video, I thought rationally for a while, Osamu Dazai came in to look for me and never knocked on the door, so I needed to get out of bed to open the door for someone,

I put down the black mobile phone that looked very dark in Hong Kong at first glance, and ran barefoot on the floor to open the door for the visitor.

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Standing at the door were the pillars of the detective agency and the only famous detective - Ranpo Edogawa, and Atsushi Nakajima, who seemed to be temporarily arrested and was responsible for leading the way to bring the famous detective who didn't know the way.

Edogawa Ranpo complained in a low voice that I wasted too much time, and walked in confidently, and sat comfortably on the sofa.As for the honest Atsushi Tora Nakajima, his face blushed, he scratched his hair in embarrassment, and smiled at me.

I went to the kitchen to get drinks for the two of them. Fortunately, in addition to low-alcohol fruit wine, I also prepared some fruit juice in the refrigerator.

Edogawa Ranpo didn't touch the drink I put on the table, but opened his mouth directly.

"Other heroic spirits have already been summoned."

"Going to start?"

I frowned. I have no experience in the Holy Grail War. All I know is about animation and games. Speaking of Ranpo, I can't figure out where I am now.

"The detective agency received a commission about the serial disappearance of children. I have read it. It is not something ordinary people can do."

The famous detective who is always dubbed "26 years old, 16 years old face, 6 years old temper" stretched out his hand to Atsushi Nakajima, and the shy little tiger frantically took out documents from his bag and handed them to Atsushi Nakajima. over him.

"The documents are all here, you can take a look." The squinted detective didn't intend to open his eyes, but turned around and sent away Atsushi Nakajima, who had been used up, "The next thing, children can leave the scene gone."

"But!" Nakajima Atsushi opened his mouth to refute.

"No, but, I mentioned this matter to the president beforehand."

Before I could say anything, the so-called number one detective in the world insisted on the matter.

"This matter will be resolved by me, Dazai, and Miss Hat."

Atsushi Nakajima's expression looked bewildered, innocent and at a loss. At this time, Osamu Dazai just opened the door and entered.As if he knew everything, he reached out and patted Atsushi Nakajima on the head, then pushed him out the door.

"I have a general understanding of the specific situation, let's go straight away." Osamu Dazai smiled with his eyes bent, stroked my cheek with his wounded hand, and continued, "I am very interested in the city of Fuyuki. Woolen cloth."

"Is there anything interesting about Fuyuki... besides the possibility of being as nuclear-peased as Yokohama?"

I muttered a few words in a low voice, then leaned back a bit, and suddenly remembered the meal at Emiya's house.

……

There are a million bits and pieces of hunger.

Before time travel, I remembered the three things I was most greedy for, in no particular order: Iron Man Baba's favorite donuts, the old butler's cookies at the top of the Batman's food chain, and Emiya's rice.

After all, the craftsmanship of the old lady of Chaldea has conquered the entire people and heroic spirits of Chaldea!

So hungry.

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"Good girl." Dazai Osamu emphasized his tone, pulled me back when I was distracted, and at the same time took away the information from my hand that I hadn't had time to read carefully, "We're leaving in the afternoon, so..."

"I want to eat sukiyaki at noon."

"I want to eat crabmeat—"

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Because Therefore.

In short, I just went out to buy groceries.

Then I ran into Chuya Nakahara in the supermarket.

"Cook yourself?" There was a cart parked in front of him, and there were some common daily necessities in the cart, but there were not many things.

I nodded in response, then pointed to the things in the cart in front of me, and asked in a natural way: "Making sukiyaki, do you want to eat together at noon?"

Putting it in Huaguo, this is just a polite remark.

When I met familiar relatives and friends on the road, I casually said, "Have you eaten, come to my house to eat?" Most of them were just joking.

But I forgot, here is neon.

The person standing in front of me is not my relatives or friends, but Chuya Chuya, who thought I was him too.

So when I noticed something was wrong with my words and wanted to make amends, the hesitant Zhong Yuanzhong also agreed to my invitation.

I looked at the ingredients in the cart, and then thought of the two bosses of the script team who were waiting to be fed, and then I looked at Chuya Nakahara, who knew nothing about everything that would be encountered at the dinner table.

I chose to close my eyes slowly, hypnotized myself for three seconds, and managed to suppress my aching conscience, and took Zhongyuan Zhongya to the ingredients section to add something.

By the way, Nakahara Chuya was the last one to settle the bill.

Although I also have a card of Zhongyuan Zhongya in my hand, the gentleman, reliable, caring and warm Zhongyuan Chuya settled the bill for me forcefully and without losing his grace.

Then he took the ingredients and daily necessities and let me sit in his car.

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Zhongyuan Zhong also asked me where my address was, and my conscience, which had stopped hurting, began to ache a little again.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't wait for my answer, so he turned his head and glanced at me, probably because the expression on my face might be a little bit weird, so he was silent for a while, then he seemed to realize something and kept silent Started the car.

"We'll have sukiyaki for lunch today." I tried to break the awkward atmosphere in the car with the topic of food.

"Shall I ask someone to bring over some wine?" Zhong Yuanzhong also probably felt that the awkward atmosphere was too suffocating, so he followed my topic.

"Forget about the wine, I have something to do in the afternoon." I twitched the corners of my lips, and my complexion became much worse.

"Same as last time?" Zhongyuan Zhong also reached out and touched my forehead while waiting for the traffic lights, "Your complexion is not pretty, and... are you angry?"

There was a trace of worry in his expression, as if he was caring for a friend... Maybe it would be more appropriate to say that he is a relative who is connected by blood.

I felt my accelerated heartbeat and my slightly convulsed fingers eased abruptly following his words.

"Good girl, keep calm." Sensing my emotional changes, Zhong Yuanzhong also kept driving at a constant speed, while comforting me again.

I licked my dry lips, pondered for a while, and finally decided to obey my heart, and asked directly.

"Do you know anything about Fuyuki's side... um?"

"You mean the Holy Grail War? Understand a little bit."

"The recent serial disappearances of children are probably related to the Holy Grail War."

"You already know who it is," Nakahara Zhongya paused, and then speeded up sharply to shuttle through the traffic, "Do what you want, let that guy taste the power of gravity."

"good idea."

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I have to say that Zhongyuanzhong also encouraged me.

I live too comfortably in Yokohama, relying on the clairvoyance of a c (pseudo)...

Not quite right, why do I have clairvoyance (pseudo)?

I a berserker has clairvoyance?What kind of contradictory design is this?Or do you want to prepare for cutting me from time to time later?

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Nakahara Nakaya opened the car door for me when I was in a daze, signaling that I had arrived at my destination, and then he picked up everything in a gentlemanly manner, and I led the way to bring him back to Dazai, who he kicked badly last time. The house next to Zhifangmen is my residence.

The moment I pushed open the door, Edogawa Ranpo stretched out his hand, handed it to Osamu Dazai, and then smiled like a triumphant cat: "I would like to admit defeat, Dazai."

"whispering sound……"

Osamu Dazai looked very unwilling, and handed his mobile phone to Edogawa Ranpo, and let the other party manipulate him for a while, then looked at me and Nakahara Nakahara who were standing at the door in a daze also.

I looked at Edogawa Ranpo, who squinted his eyes and refused to make eye contact with me, and he was unwilling to tell me what happened.

As for Dazai...

The old man in the subway looks at his mobile phone jg

His expression is very exaggerated now, holding his face with both hands, and looking at me and Nakahara Chuya with a fake innocent smile.

"...Forget it. It's okay if he doesn't say anything." Nakahara Nakaya habitually ignored Osamu Dazai, and took the lead into the kitchen with the ingredients.

The kitchen of the detective agency’s dormitory is not big, it’s obviously a bachelor’s apartment size residence, and it’s a bit crowded with me and Zhongya Zhongyuan in the kitchen.

Zhong Yuanzhong and I also looked at each other, and then began to deal with the ingredients in a tacit understanding. These are very simple for us. The needs of each other are very easy and do not need any extra words to explain, but we just know each other. What.

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Since taking over the two prostration guys last time, Zhong Yuanzhong has also discovered that he has a certain resonance with the female him.He will feel it when the other party's mood fluctuates greatly. If you insist on describing it, it's like someone has pulled the corner of his clothes--the impact is not very big, but it is not enough to be ignored.

But the other party didn't know whether he didn't notice it, or didn't care, the reaction was flat, no, there was no reaction at all.

But this feeling is not bad, he even feels very good, no matter how far away he is, he can feel her presence.

A strange experience.he thinks.