King of 25 Cubs

When Bourbon answered the phone, I took the opportunity to run away.

I was planning to catch up on sleep during the day, but I just got home and received an inexplicable unsigned email——

【ヽ(｀⌒')/I want the wagashi and confectionery from Ganamiya, the marshmallows from Fujii's, and the creamy red bean ice from Palo Milk Tea Shop! 】

I looked at the email silently, and after a while, I put my phone on the bedside table.

"I don't see anything, I don't see anything, I don't see anything."

After repeating it several times in a row, after the brainwashing was over, I got back under the covers.

After a few seconds, the phone started vibrating again.

I buried my face under the pillow, and finally let out a howl amidst the continuous shock.

After howling, I scratched my hair, picked up my phone——

[If you don't buy it, I will make trouble! 】

[I, I, I will still cry! 】

[Wow wow wow wow /(ToT)/~~]

……

"Edogawa Ranpo, how old are you?!"

I put on Matilda's vest, took the key and went out.

What else can I do, my child needs to be pampered.

After buying all the snacks, I ran to the alley near the detective agency.After a while, Edogawa Ranpo appeared with a Dengtuzi on his head.

Deng Tuzi flapped his wings and landed on my head: "Beauty, have a smile."

It's so heavy, it feels like this Fat Jiu is fatter than before.

Edogawa Ranpo didn't show any sign of my new face. He sat on the trash can and happily took the snacks I handed him.

I saw him open his mouth wide, bit off half of a wagashi in one bite, and said helplessly, "Don't you have anything to say?"

"Huh?" Luanbu paused, raised his head, and there were still a few grains of wagashi on his lips.

He thought for a while and complained: "Recently, I have a tooth decay. The president confiscated my snacks and only sent me a little every day."

The whole face of the young man like a child drooped: "How can that be possible? It's just a small tooth decay. As long as you don't pay attention to it, it will retreat by itself! It must be like this!"

"Hey, you finally got tooth decay... No, that's not the point." I took out a tissue and handed him a piece: "Wipe your mouth first. I want to ask, how did you find out that Matilda is mine?"

"Well, I only knew that you were hiding." Luanbu wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said as a matter of course, "That email must not have been sent by you, if it was you, you should sign it as 'I am a senior sister' .

"As for your current identity, I will know everything when Kunikida comes back that night."

"As expected of Mr. Ranpo, really amazing."

I clapped my hands clapping.

Luanbu crossed his hips, snorted, and said triumphantly: "Of course I'm amazing, don't look at who I am, I'm the greatest Luanbu-sama in the world!"

"Does everyone in the detective agency know about it?"

"I only told one person, the president."

Luanbu stuffed the last bite of wagashi into his mouth, his cheeks were still bulging, and he stretched out his hand towards the thick dim sum.

After swallowing the food in his mouth, he continued: "In the photo you sent, the person on it is called Tuo... What's the matter with Tuo?"

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky."

Fortunately, Fei Jia taught me several times before, otherwise I might not be able to remember such a long name.

I can't even remember my full name, and the posts posted on the Internet must not be convincing.

By the way, I don't remember Maria's full name either.

"Anyway, this is Fyodor."

When talking about this person, Luanbu's normally squinted eyes suddenly opened, and his emerald-like pupils looked a little dignified: "Even I can't track his location."

As soon as he finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes again, and pouted his mouth: "I'm so angry! No, I must get him out!"

"Just do what you can, and pay attention to your own safety first."

I jumped off the trash can.

"By the way, I heard that person tell his subordinates what kind of 'book' he was looking for."

I showed a puzzled expression: "Shouldn't I go to a bookstore to find books?"

"Who knows." Luanbu said vaguely, stuffing a whole pack of marshmallows into his pocket, "I'm going back, don't tell the president that I ate snacks secretly."

"Okay, say hello to Master for me."

Luanbu waved his back to me.

On the way home, I came across a shrine and saw the torii gates and temizu houses at the entrance. On a whim, I went in and worshiped.

I threw the coin into the cash box, clapped my palms twice, clasped my hands together, bowed my head and said silently: "I hope I won't lose my hair in the future."

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud "boom", and the shrine exploded in front of me.

Yes, it just exploded before my eyes without warning! ! !

I was shocked!Is it so difficult to realize the wish of not losing hair?So hard that the shrine would rather explode than grant my wish?

System: [Probably, the gods also find it difficult. 】

The violent air wave blew the roof of the main hall and almost knocked me over; the local folk customs are simple, and the tourists who were still paying homage nearby were clearly divided into two groups - those who were panicked and howled and fled in all directions. It looks like they are not locals; those who look calm and retreat in a very organized manner are basically natives of Yokohama.

"What's going on here?" the pale-faced outsider asked.

"Let's fight gangsters." The local passer-by responded with surprise: "Looking at this posture, it should be the port mafia."

As soon as the voice fell, a volley of assault guns "da da da" sounded nearby.

I stood disgraced in front of the broken ruins of the shrine, and I really wanted to say "grass" in my heart.

【Huh?Host, look, it's Osamu Dazai! 】

I turned my head suddenly, and saw two parties exchanging fire on the approach road not far away.Osamu Dazai was protected by a group of mafia behind him, and his cheek was bruised and bleeding from shrapnel.

On such occasions, Dazai usually "takes the lead" and strives to die, why this time...

Hey wait, there seems to be someone behind him.

I moved my position and changed the angle, and only then did I see clearly who was behind Dazai's protection.

The little girl was about four or five years old, and she looked a little familiar. She was a child of the neighbor Mr. Oda Saku.

It seems to be called Saki Le, right?

She shrank behind Dazai, tightly clutching the corner of the boy's black clothes, trembling with fright, tears streaming down her face.

Dazai casually wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand, turned and squatted down, and covered Sakura's eyes with his hand.

"Sakule, if you're scared, don't listen to the gunshots, listen to me."

"I just called Oda Tsukuru. He has already rushed home. Your brother Shinji just has a fever, and he will recover when the fever subsides."

His tone was very calm, unlike the sticky voice in the past, it sounded clear and cold, and there was no trace of a smile on his face.

But inexplicably, the whole person has a little bit, only a little bit, which is not soft like usual.

There is also a little shadow of other people.

"You are a smart boy. You know that your brother is sick and you have to go to find your father. But Yokohama is very dangerous. If you don't meet me today, but meet other bad people, you will never see Oda Tsukuru again."

"So, no matter what happens in the future, don't run around. If Oda is not here, go to the uncle in the western restaurant; if the uncle is not there, go to the other brothers; If you're not here, or you don't want to help you... then find me at the port of Mafia."

Dazai paused, showing an obvious expression of disgust: "No, it's better not to go to the port Mafia, you are a young girl, it is even more unsafe to approach the port Mafia."

He sighed: "Let Oda Saku install a landline at home."

The boy's voice can't cover the symphony of bullets, and it can't even relieve the tension of many little girls.

But he still imitated the appearance of other people, and said words that were not his own style.

"It will be over soon, and I will see your father in a while."

As Dazai said, the enemy was clearly lost to the port of Mafia and was quickly wiped out.

"I'll take you home now."

Osamu Dazai let go of the hand covering Sakule's eyes, and touched the little girl's head comfortingly.

Probably frightened, as soon as the boy's hand touched Sakule's hair, the little girl took a step back shyly.

Dazai paused, then retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, and when he saw the coagulated blood on his hand, he showed a clear expression.

"Then I'll ask other uncles to take you back."

He raised his head and looked around, as if he wanted to find someone with a less vicious appearance. When he noticed my gaze, he tilted his head so that his eyes met mine.

"Hey, you're not that..."

I turned around and wanted to slip.

"The one who stole Takaho Yukauchi—"

I immediately turned back and said haha: "Hey, I haven't seen you for two days, you are fine."

Dazai hooked the corners of his lips, "Can you ask Miss to send this child to Oda Zuo... the next door to Takaho Yuka's house?"

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment, and pointed to the tip of my nose: "We don't know each other well, right? Are you not afraid that I will sell her secretly?"

"Miss, isn't Takaho Yuka's admirer?" Dazai stood up, looked down at Sakule, and said thoughtfully, "Takaho Yuka was nice to Sakule before."

Liar, I've only seen this kid once!

"No way, she's afraid of me." Dazai shrugged: "And miss, you can look at these subordinates of mine, they can scare children to tears just by their looks."

Mafia members: "..."

I always feel that they are subtly disgusted.

I touched my nose: "That's fine."

Hearing my promise, when Dazai spoke again, his voice was unquestionably cold and determined: "Sakule, you will go with this sister later."

Probably because Dazai's tone was a bit scary, and coupled with the prestige before, Sakule shuddered:

"Woo... woo woo... Odasaku..."

The little girl was still crying, Dazai frowned in distress, and finally sighed as if admitting defeat.

"This is the child that Oda Saku picked up. If I picked up the child, I would definitely..."

While murmuring in a low voice, he took out his pockets, but in the end he didn't take out anything.

"Oh, I remember the candy in my pocket, did it fall into the river?"

"I have sugar."

Speechlessly, I took out a bag of marshmallows from my pocket and opened the seal.

This is an extra pack I bought for Luanbu when I bought snacks. I originally wanted to give it to Luanbu, but considering that he has recently had tooth decay and eating too much sugar is not good, I kept this pack for myself.

"Wow, does the lady have candy with her? It's a great habit."

Dazai grabbed a handful with a grin, and stuffed it backhand into his own pocket.

"..." I couldn't help showing contempt in my eyes: "Such a big man, but still grabbing candy from children, are you embarrassed?"

As I said that, I quickly stuffed the remaining candies into Saku Le's pocket, and even took one apart and handed it to her mouth.

"Thank you sister."

Children are easy to coax, they stop crying immediately after eating candy.

"Go home, don't run around anymore, Odasaku will be worried."

Dazai dropped this sentence, and waved to his subordinates again: "Let's withdraw too."

Seeing the boy's back getting farther and farther away, I pursed my lips, squatted down and said softly to Xiao Le: "Just now, that big brother protected you, what should you say to him?"

"Thank you, thank you."

I nodded encouragingly to the little girl: "Go, he will be very happy to hear."

Sakule looked at Dazai hesitantly, but still bit her lower lip, mustering up the courage to chase after him.

"Thank you, brother."

She grabbed Dazai's clothes corner, took out her small handkerchief and held it up high, and said in a childish voice, "There is blood on your face, wipe it off."

Dazai's pupils shrank suddenly, his expression was blank, and his shoulders tensed for a moment.

Like a frizzy cat, completely frozen in place, seemingly not knowing what to do or what to say.

[It seems that Osamu Dazai is still very afraid of others saying words of gratitude to him. 】

"Yeah, it's pretty cute in that regard."

I crossed my arms and watched him show a rare expression of helplessness, and spread my hands with a smile: "It seems that she likes you more, so you should take her home."

Without waiting for Dazai to say anything else, I turned around and left.

I'm going home and going to bed, and I'm going to continue dancing at night!

I was going to leave like this, but Dazai picked up Sakura and caught up with me.

Facing my questioning gaze, the corners of his lips were raised, and his steps were a little brisk.

"How about we go together?"

The author has something to say:

Did you notice that Dazai said "other bad guys" to Sakura, not "bad guys".

To make a digression, my friend once asked me: Do you think Dazai is saved or not?

What I'm saying is: he doesn't need to be saved, he has already stood up by himself.

When I said this, I was really super proud in my heart (I may be a girlfriend fan with a mother fan heart)

I have always felt that the death of Oda Saku was the driving factor. If Zai didn't have his own willingness to try to change, there would be no Butei Zai later.

He has been working hard to keep himself alive, and his pessimistic attitude is also positive, and finally he found the path he should take, or the path of self-salvation.

That's why I always love Butei Jae.

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感谢在2020-01-1311:30:00~2020-01-1418:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: wen10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!