Clow is perfect

Click, the hour hand stayed at the nine o'clock position exactly.

Kunikida Doppo took his eyes off the dial, unscrewed the door of the detective agency with one hand, and made sure in his heart that today was also a day according to the plan and strict rules.

However, the young man who behaved quite regularly just walked into the detective agency, and a casual glance broke his original prediction, making him take two steps forward in disbelief, pointing to the guy lying on the sofa and questioning: "You, you Why are you here, Dazai!"

This incident was not planned at all!Why did this guy who was lazy every day and wished he was lazy, suddenly changed his temper and came to work on time?

The dark-haired young zombie who was questioned by his partner slowly got up from the sofa, turned his head slowly, glanced at Kunikida Doppo with eyes that seemed to be still awake, and made a soft voice like a wandering soul: "Oh, It's Kunikida-kun. I'm here for work, so is there a problem?"

As he said that, he put his face back on the sofa, as if he was not awake at all, squinting his eyes and enjoying himself.

According to the standards of normal people, of course there is no problem, but this is that Dazai!

The young man with a good personality wanted to say something like "You must not have come so early, are you going to do something bad?", but subconsciously excused his partner in the next second—maybe Dazai just suddenly realized the importance of hard work , That's why I want to reform. If he hits his enthusiasm, wouldn't it be too ruthless.

Because he didn't want to be condemned by his conscience, Kunikida finally suppressed his doubts, put his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly, trying to encourage his rarely active colleague: "Well, there is no problem. It is best to come at this time in the morning, and of course It would be great if you could understand the time off from work..."

But these words did not seem to be received by those who should listen.

The black-haired, kite-eyed youth remained motionless, with a sleepy expression on his face, limply stuck to the sofa.

Kunikida, who had been going around and talking, saw his appearance and knew that what he just said was in vain, so angry that veins popped out on his forehead again.He didn't care about the feelings of his colleagues, he directly picked up Osamu Dazai's collar and shook it vigorously: "Too! Zai!"

"What's the matter? Kunikida-kun?" But the person concerned was still in a daze, and asked him lazily, without opening his eyes.

"What on earth are you here for! If you want to work, be serious!"

"What, I didn't come so early for work." Osamu Dazai finally opened his eyes, yawned, and gave the answer slowly, "Mr. Ranpo is coming back today, I want to see you soon Seeing him, if it wasn't for Mr. Ranpo who only agreed to the president to pick him up, I wouldn't have to wait here."

It's Mr. Ranpo again, and Dazai's interest in Mr. Ranpo is a bit too great.

After getting the answer, Kunikida let go of his hand, and looked at his partner a little strangely: "Are you a fan of Ranpo-san?"

It's not like there were no such people before. In order to meet Mr. Ranpo, who was so boastful in the news, he sharpened his head and wanted to join the detective agency, but most of them couldn't even pass the test of the president, so they could only leave in despair. , There are still very few fans who can become members like Osamu Dazai.

"No." Osamu Dazai replied casually, "If I insist on saying it, I just want to know how far Mr. Detective can go."

For example, can you help him find that "non-existent" person?

"No." Mr. Detective, who sat in his exclusive seat as soon as he came back, took out the snacks as a souvenir and crunched, glanced at the newcomer who was eager to get closer, and directly gave a negative answer.

The black-haired, kite-eyed young man paused for a moment, then put on a kind smile in the next second, and seemed to ask Edogawa Ranpo curiously: "But I haven't asked Mr. Ranpo about it yet, why do I know the result is impossible? "

The squinting Mr. Detective didn't even give him a look, and concentrated on the snacks: "Because Ranpo-sama said it, so it's the result."

Osamu Dazai restrained his expression, and thought calmly: Is this the supernatural ability that can get the truth of the incident at a glance - the conclusion of super reasoning?But if this is a supernatural ability, why does it work on him who is against the supernatural ability, and how can he know the real answer.

Or is it true that this Mr. Detective is just a vain name, and he can only tell the answers obtained by supernatural powers, so there is no need to be credible at all?

"Crack!" The black-haired, green-eyed detective slapped the snacks on the table in displeasure, and glared at Osamu Dazai, "You're thinking about Ranpo-sama's bad words, right? You're clearly here to ask for help, but you still don't believe it." If Master Ranpo said something, he even scolded me secretly, and I got angry!"

This is not a good time, he didn't intend to displease the detective who was valued by President Fukuzawa.

It would be troublesome if a person got caught wearing small shoes. Although it seemed that the people here were different from PortMafia and wouldn't do that, it's better to be cautious now.

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth to explain something, but was interrupted by Edogawa Ranpo: "If you don't believe Ranpo-sama's words, then I will prove to you why you can't get the answer."

"Listen up, […]"

Um?Is this Mr. Detective talking?Why is there no sound when the mouth opens and closes?

At first Osamu Dazai thought it was deliberately making things difficult, so he tried to read his lips, but in the next moment he found that he couldn't remember the movements just now, and he couldn't get the information of this sentence at all.

Until Edogawa Ranpo finished his sentence, the expression on the face of the black-haired and kite-eyed youth also became serious.

"Do you understand now?" Mr. Detective, who was in a better mood after seeing that appearance, was just about to be proud for a while, when he saw the seriousness on Dazai Osamu's face dissipate, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he immediately realized What, "You..."

"It seems to have been seen through again?" Osamu Dazai didn't look depressed at all, but rather happy, his tone raised a bit, "Oh, if it wasn't for Mr. Ranpo, I might not be sure that guy exists. It's really great, so there really is such a person. As expected of Mr. Ranpo, I can find clues in this situation, obviously I can't find anything."

But Edogawa Ranpo also got the message from these words, he relaxed, and started to eat snacks again indifferently: "It's useless, no matter what you want to do, it won't work now."

"Is it similar to the rules in the game?" The black-haired and kite-eyed young man suddenly asked without a word.

"Hmph." Mr. Detective didn't want to answer at all, he just gave a cold snort.

"I understand." Osamu Dazai said so, humming a strange tune and returning to his seat, he pressed his phone and didn't know what he was doing.

After he left, Luanbu opened the newspaper and read it. He didn't think he was wrong—because it was indeed a matter of rules. Even if he was aware of the existence of that person, he would be blocked from meeting him, just like now.

"Aqiu!" Jing, who was sitting in the trading shop, sneezed inexplicably, felt a little dizzy and touched his head, making sure he didn't have a cold, so he continued to look at the transaction list indifferently, and figured out what to do.

Here's a deal slip from PortMafia.

Two years ago, Nakahara Chuya, as an envoy of PortMafia, came to talk to Li Zi, the store manager here, and said that he wanted to build a harmonious and friendly cooperative relationship.

At that time, since it was a request from an acquaintance and the terms of the transaction were considered fair, Jing agreed.

The content of the transaction is very straightforward. PortMafia is willing to provide information about other superhumans that it has obtained, as well as occasional door-to-door visits by its own superhumans, as well as some small conveniences in store management, in exchange for help in dealing with minor troubles in the trading store.

The troublesome content includes cleaning up a certain organization as a thug, finding hidden traitors, assisting in cleaning work, etc., which is generally within the scope of what Jing can do. If he can't do it, he directly declines.

Before, Jing heard that if he was taken over by the local leader, he would get a lot of benefits. The leisurely life of the past two years has indeed proved this point.

There is no need for him to search for supernatural beings everywhere, and the people from PortMafia will help deliver them to the door; he said he wanted news about Fyodor, and he has been keeping an eye on him for him, and he seems really sincere.

If there is something to do, he will say it in advance, so that he will not have time to run back and forth between the detective agency and here. Usually, if there is no news, he doesn't have to wait. He can quietly work while waiting at the detective agency.

Jing is satisfied with this kind of cooperation, which saves a lot of effort.

The task this time is not too difficult. In a sense, it is very simple to ask for a small organization to be captured alive.

The orange-haired young man who came to pick up the collaborator this time sat on the outermost chair and looked around boredly. He guessed in his heart whether the guy who came back this time was the one who could control lightning last time, or the one he had seen before who could freeze other people's time for a short time. Or the one from last time who wore a black cloak and could control shadows.

However, after waiting for a long time, finally a gentle force fell on his hat.

Feeling something, the young man stretched out his hand, covered it and touched a soft and small thing, with the familiar feathery touch, and it was easy to leave when he touched it.

"Oh, you're touching my ear again!" cried the fellow angrily.

Then a small white-haired head appeared upside down in the upward line of sight. It was a beautiful and lovely face. Its owner seemed to be angry and questioned, with a puffed face: "Why does this happen every time, Mr. Chuya, are you really Wasn't it intentional?"

So Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, took off his hat, and looked at the elf who had changed back to his original form and raised his chin: "Why, aren't you avoiding me?"

After his quarrel with Mian two years ago, he rarely saw elves.

Although he specially put the missing clothes and food in the small room to prove that this guy has been here, but it is still rare to meet him openly, and this time Zhongyuanzhong did not expect to meet a sleepy man who is not shy.

He thought the little guy would have to be angry for a while before he could appear awkwardly.

"This is work, otherwise I wouldn't come." The white-haired elf muttered and flew up with a small wand, "I'm very dedicated."

"...I hope so." The orange-haired young man understood who the collaborator was this time, and without asking any further questions, he got up from the chair, opened the door and led the way, "Let's go, do you know the content of the mission?"

"Of course." Mian replied without hesitation.

"After the task is completed, where should I go for something to eat?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also walked on the road, as if he said it casually, with a very natural tone.

"I have other things, Mr. Chuya can go by himself." However, the other party didn't give face.

"Okay, I'll buy the signature dessert from the newly opened ice shop and give it to Sister Hongye and the others."

"!! Wait, wait, I seem to have time! By the way, why don't you try it? I heard it's delicious."

"I'm not like a certain guy, I'm so greedy that I'm drooling." The orange-haired youth glanced at him, meaning.

"There's no saliva, Mr. Nakaya, you lied to me!" Mian wiped the corners of her mouth, but didn't see anything.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't answer, raised the corners of his mouth, and strode forward to the destination. He knew that the little elf behind him would follow.