Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

In the background of whispering, Kunikida Doppo solemnly stopped his writing pen, raised his head and met the indescribable expressions of the three clients.

The poor man who developed severe Osamu Dazai PTSD in just a week and a half felt an unwarranted stomach twitch and quickly pinpointed the culprit in his mind.He frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Dazai, what did you do again?"

"Eh?"

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, pointed at himself, and asked doubtfully, "Are you talking about me?"

"Ah, who else is it if it's not you?" Kunikida asked back.

Dazai raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the girl with smoky purple hair beside him.

Different from the random steps at the side, the girl was sitting upright on the sofa with her fingers crossed on her lap.Even if the posture is relaxed, the back and neck still have an elegant arc like a swan, which is a well-bred sitting posture.From his angle, he could see her upturned lips and slightly fluttering thick long eyelashes.

As if feeling the gaze from top to bottom, she raised her face, pretending to be very cute, and glanced at him quickly, her eyes were dancing with a star-like light.

Ah, this is Ganchajiang——it's clearly playing tricks.

The little girl's naughty performance like a successful prank made him feel a little tolerant.

He even thought with great interest: Hey, being questioned by Kunikida is not an accident.She said that kind of thing, originally to help him divert Kunikida's attention.

——For the sake of the stewed chicken, let her be happy, right?

Under the black hair, the young man's handsome face showed the same leisurely smile that made Kunikida's stomach ache:

"Hey~? I didn't do anything." He said, spreading his hands innocently.

Such a reaction made Kunikida more convinced of his judgment.

However, there was nothing unusual in the room. The blond man glared at him for the last time, then withdrew his suspicious gaze, and turned his attention to the client:

"So, who are the three who want to entrust the detective agency?"

"I think you know something about the organization, don't you?"

Toru Amuro took the kraft paper bag from Kazami, opened the seal, took out the document and put it on the table, asking this question.

Everyone present more or less nodded.

For this organization rooted overseas, attracting the attention of Interpol, and trying to establish a stronghold in Yokohama many times, but failed to break through the defense line of the port mafia due to the lack of supernatural powers, the detective who connects day and night in the "Three Moments Concept" Society, of course, is not ignorant.

"A senior member of the organization codenamed "Cognac" entered Yokohama three days ago. "

Toru Amuro spoke heavily, and finally poured out a stack of photos from the bag:

"Come here for no reason, the organization must be planning something. However, although we also sent people to follow up, we couldn't find his intention."

"The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department hopes that the detective agency can assign personnel to assist in the investigation and follow-up arrest of this person." He said solemnly.

Yosano Akiko stretched out her slender right hand wearing a black glove, took the photo and flipped through it.

Most of them are screenshots of surveillance video, and only a few are photos taken by cameras at a long distance.

In the somewhat blurry photo, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face was wrapped in crow-like black clothes, walking hurriedly on the road.

"It's too easy to follow."

Yu Xie Ye showed disdain: "The appearance is very obtrusive, but the dress is quite conspicuous. He doesn't seem to intend to keep a low profile at all. Does he really have a mission?"

"Ah, isn't it just this kind of idiot-like taste, people in some organizations who walk around in black coats every day."

Dazai took the photo, flicked it with his hands, and commented leisurely: "I'm afraid that others won't find out my intention to do bad things. If you still have any expectations for their stubborn heads, it's You're causing yourself trouble."

His tone was very relaxed, as if the fact that he was one of them did not exist.

The three people who knew the inside story: "..."

Oda Sakunosuke's eyes read: Dazai, you have been wearing a black coat before.

Dazai: Well, I don't want to be a fool all the time, so I burn it when I leave.

Kudo Shinichi was sitting on the sofa, looking back and forth at the members of the detective agency who were handing out photos and picking on Cognac. For some reason, he was also infected by this harmonious atmosphere, shaking slightly enough legs to the floor.

"Mr. Ranpo, what do you say?"

After everyone had read it, Kunikida Doppo asked in a questioning tone.

Sitting there with Erlang legs crossed, Luanbu put down his soda and proudly took out his glasses from the inner pocket of his cloak.

"What—see what you mean, do you want me to use [Super Reasoning] to see what is the purpose of that dark guy?"

"It would be great if we could get help from the famous detective Mr. Edogawa." Toru Amuro said with a hearty smile.

Kudo Shinichi also followed Ranpo's movements with eager eyes.

"Then I-"

Pausing for a second, appreciating the gradually changing expressions of the two, Luanbu happily announced: "No!"

He put his glasses back into his clothes, and held the transparent soda bottle again.

The members of the detective agency nodded, as if it was a matter of course: "If Mr. Ranpo is not willing, then there is no other way."

Seeing this scene, Kudo Shinichi said anxiously: "We will also send snacks as commission fee!"

"..."

There was an embarrassing silence in the room.The members of the detective agency, including Ranbu, who was carrying a wave soda, all cast strange glances at him.

"..."

Shinichi, who realized what kind of speech he had made, covered his face in shame and indignation.

"Listen—I like snacks. But I'm not interested in troublesome things like investigations and arrests! I'm not interested! I won't do things that I'm not interested in, even if I just want to It's impossible for me to use my brain."

Luanbu leaned lazily on the back of the sofa: "Also, isn't it already obvious who should give this entrustment to?"

Dazai moved his fingers in his pocket without anyone noticing.

"Hey - sure enough, it's me again."

The girl next to the detective draws out her tone.She said something that seemed troublesome, but there was no complaint in her tone, it sounded like she was being coquettish.

"Well, it's that matter anyway, I'll just go."

The girl's purple eyes with a smile fell on Oda Sakunosuke: "Then, if you arrest the criminal, it will be the same as before, and you will have to trouble Mr. Oda Saku."

The red-haired man was thoughtful: "You mean—this time it's also about the smuggling ship?"

Ranpo nodded in satisfaction: "That's it!"

Hearing such a conversation, Dazai opened his eyes slightly, and a knowing smile gradually appeared on his lips.

Two years ago, in exchange for the freedom of Oda Sakunosuke, Fukuzawa Yukichi reached an agreement with Mori Ogai. The detective agency accepted the commission of the port mafia and helped them deal with some unruly smuggling ships and foreign businessmen.

——That was a part of the work left behind by the defected cadre Osamu Dazai.

As for the detective agency, the members who took over the commission were Gancha and Oda.

"Smuggling ship?"

Kudo Shinichi frowned, and got together again, discussing "Mr. Odasaku? What kind of strange name is this?", "Ah, I heard Mr. Dazai keep calling him that, and accidentally—","It sounds like It’s not bad.” A few people asked, “How do you know this?”

"From his activity track."

The girls surrounded in the center heard his question, smiled and pointed to a map on the table with the route marked with a marker pen.

Cognac's activities in Yokohama were very regular.

The hotel he stayed in was not far from the Yokohama Concession.I leave the hotel at about 07:30 every morning, first go for a walk in a nearby park with a nice view, and then go to a convenience store to buy breakfast.After eating there, I leisurely toured around Yokohama like an ordinary foreign tourist.

If it weren't for the conspicuous black clothes, it would be easy to win people's trust by saying that he is here for vacation.

"Does this guy really like Kaisai? In less than three days, he has gone there twice."

He Xie Ye said in a slightly disgusted tone: "I really don't understand what's so good about that place."

The schedule is very loose, around four o'clock in the afternoon, he will return to the hotel, probably resting, and will not reappear until night falls.

"This direction is—Raibo Street?"

Kunikida's face gradually became serious.

This bowl-shaped neighborhood is the most chaotic area in Yokohama.Relying on the concession with extraterritorial rights, it has become a fertile ground for crimes many years ago. Small-scale illegal organizations and the survival community of the poor grow here like weeds.

This is not a suitable place to follow. After Cognac entered Leibo Street, the police lost his track.

"As I said before, other members of the Black Organization have contacted the Gravity Envoy of the Port Mafia in Gunma County."

Toru Amuro explained: "So we wondered if he went to Saibo Street every night to meet them?"

"Do not."

Instead, the person who answered was Oda Sakunosuke: "He is not a guest of the Port Mafia."

The red-haired man who had dealt with many hotels managed by the Mafia in order to investigate the residence of Ango Sakaguchi said flatly: "If there is a deal with Hong Kong gangsters, in order to ensure the safety of both parties, he should be required to live in the Mafia. in the hotel."

Those hotels generally have more than two dozen armed guards stationed, and the service is extremely attentive.

"But not this one." The hotel doesn't even serve breakfast.

Kudo Shinichi was full of doubts.This guy—does he know a little too much about the Mafia?

He was thinking, and even the girl who was familiar with the mafia cadre spoke up, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone:

"He is looking for sacrifices for those who want to please."

There was still a faint smile on the girl's face, and her slender and fair fingers pointed at a photo.

Cognac in black was sitting beside a cheap plastic table and chair in a convenience store, with an untouched and simple breakfast in front of him.He tilts his head and his lips are slightly parted, as if talking to someone a seat away, off-screen.

In the corner of the photo, the corner of the suit with slight folds is exposed.