Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

On the vast sea, a kayak is like a piece of floating duckweed, floating on the water, letting the ocean bump the boat and shake it.

The sun is setting in the west, and the twilight is converging, and there is only a full moon and stars in the sky.

Four people, three, one, and one, were sitting on the rickety boat, with only the whistling wind and the sound of waves in their ears.

All four were silent. Nanchuan Yu and Sawada Tsunayoshi lay flat on the kayak, breathing evenly, eyes slightly closed, and the second half of the high-intensity rescue and search for people, plus in order to avoid sinking. Finally, the cruise ship formed a vortex and rowed desperately. The two of them were exhausted, and they didn't have the strength to speak at all.

Conan was also silent,? After waking up, looking at the cruise ship that had sunk to the bottom of the sea,? He just said thank you to Dazai Osamu,? Then he just stared at his hand.

From Mermaid Island to the Celeste, this is the second time he has witnessed the murderer's suicide, which makes his soul as a detective tremble unwillingly.

Time and time again, Conan loathed his own powerlessness.

"The organization in black..."

In Conan's mind, there is only the long black windbreaker, all the changes, all in the amusement park that night.

in case……

Conan's gaze turned to the two teenagers lying side by side. He had heard from Mr. Ranpo that there was a Mafia among them, so would they know anything about the Black Organization?

However, under the gaze of the two teenagers, the hair of the two teenagers was wet, the suits they were wearing became crumpled, and the aura created by the gorgeous clothes disappeared, making them look a little younger.

At this time, the hands of the two are still bored, you pat me, I pat you...

Very childish.

Well, that's it?

Conan doubts life, and even doubts the judgment of his idol Chaopo.

No, there is nothing wrong with random steps.

But compared to them, the boy in the windbreaker who has been standing by the boat is more like a mafia.

Edogawa Conan showed disgusted dead fish eyes.

"Sir, thank you for saving me." Conan didn't move around indiscriminately, but obediently held the handrail beside him, turned his head and said to Osamu Dazai, "Is that man... Wait, what are you doing?"

At this time, Osamu Dazai squatted down, raised his arms, palms facing each other, and assumed the posture of an athlete before diving.

"Ah, I think the water quality here is good." Osamu Dazai turned his head, showing a lovely expression.

"so?"

"So I think sleeping in the sea is a good choice."

"?" Conan looked bewildered, but in his short life of more than ten years, he has also met many people with strange thinking, and he just said in a daze, "If you die in the water, at the beginning, people will fall into the water. It's heavy, but as the organisms in the body decompose, the corpse will gradually swell, and then gradually float up...but."

"Huh." Osamu Dazai made a dissatisfied voice, immediately took out a booklet from his pocket, and began to write and draw, "Then delete this method of death first."

After deleting one item from the "Complete Suicide Manual", Osamu Dazai looked at Conan, slowly sat back on his seat, and asked casually, "But what?"

"However, if you are in the sea, the body will be eaten by fish after death." Conan added, "After all, there are many carnivorous fish in the sea."

"Ah, I'm so stumped, why isn't there a way to die painlessly in this world."

"Old and dead." Nanchuan Yu successfully blocked Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand, and even raised his arm to answer.

"That's really boring." Osamu Dazai said with disgust, and then excitedly said, "If no one finds us, we will starve to death."

When he said this, Osamu Dazai completely ignored the high-tech wireless headset in his ear and the non-stop location announcements from it.

"No way." Conan raised the badge on his chest, "My friend has already sent a signal for help, and the badge has a location on it. We will definitely be rescued."

"Wow, that's amazing." Osamu Dazai applauded, but he was full of disgust for the high technology developed by a certain state institution.

It's like a child's toy.

It's so level.

"By the way, I haven't asked your names yet. After all, we are on the same boat, right?"

"My name is Edogawa Conan, and I'm a detective. Those two are Yuu Nanchuan and Tsunayoshi Sawada, how about you?" Conan Edogawa pointed to the two teenagers who hadn't sat up yet, and looked at Osamu Dazai inquisitively. .

Conan was curious about the feeling of saving himself.

This is of course, after all, Conan, who has suffered a lot, feels that he is still very defensive, but he doesn't notice anyone approaching at all.

And Osamu Dazai obviously looks like a boy under 20 years old, but his skills are surprisingly good.

Not everyone can casually knock people unconscious with a hand knife.

It really happened that a thief broke into a house and tried to hack the sleeping homeowner, but he woke him up by slapping him.

"Me, I'm Osamu Dazai, an idler without a job."

"Idlers in Yokohama?" Conan nodded knowingly, determined in his heart.

It really is black.

Nanchuan Yu was taken aback by the name, sat up abruptly, and looked at Osamu Dazai with shocked eyes.

"What's the matter?" Osamu Dazai's eyes flickered, seeing the clear and discernible emotions of the boy opposite him under the moonlight, he couldn't help asking, "You... have an impression of me?"

"You... do literature?"

"No."

"Oh, that's right." Nan Chuan You lay down.

In his previous life, Yu Nanchuan didn't know much about the Japanese literary world, counting his fingers, he only knew about Murasaki Shikibu.Natsume Soseki and Dazai Osamu don't know as much about manga artists.

To be precise, the first two are due to the records in history textbooks, while the latter is due to the inexplicably popular "Disqualification in the World" among the female students in the class.

At that time, he also borrowed it to turn two pages.

Well, two pages of real numbers.

The feeling after watching it was...

I don't quite understand it, but it's better to read "The Enmity of Monte Cristo", the originator of cool literature.

"Huh?" Seemingly dissatisfied with Nanchuan Yu's answer, Dazai Osamu made a questioning nasal voice, "Why do you say I am engaged in literature?"

"Because..." After Nan Chuanyou lay down at this moment, sleepiness gradually hit him, and his mind was a little groggy, but he also remembered that he didn't tell the memory of his previous life.

"Because those who engage in literature are always delicate and sensitive." Nan Chuanyou said slowly, "Many of them chose to commit suicide."

For example, the one with the same name as you.

"For example?" Osamu Dazai seemed to be interested, and asked tirelessly, as if he was curious after believing, but also as if he didn't believe it at all.

"...For example, um, Haizi?" Nan Chuanyou tried to open his eyes and recalled, "Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming..."

Not long after finishing speaking, Nanchuan Yu fell into a deep sleep.

Until midnight, a huge ship followed the signal and rescued the wandering people on board.

Nan Chuan slept in a daze on the rescue ship for one night, and was sent back to Yokohama the next day.

but……

"Where is this place?" Nanchuan Yu asked.The three outsiders, Sawada Tsunayoshi and Conan, looked at the dilapidated street and the deep pit not far away, and fell into silence.

In Nanchuan Yu's impression, Yokohama should be a bustling, prosperous but chaotic place, with various high-end clubs, and a sinful capital surrounded by red lights and green wine.

However, everything in front of him was beyond his imagination.

"This...is really Yokohama?" Tsunayoshi Sawada was also very unbelievable. Even here, he felt more malicious than before.

Some people are hiding in the shadows, ready to move, and their malice envelops them like viscous black liquid.

He slightly blocked Nan Chuan You's back, and looked around vigilantly.

"If I remember correctly, yes." Conan pushed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Although there was hesitation in his tone, his expression was very firm. "More than ten years ago, there was a huge explosion in Yokohama. The affected area is huge, and it is said that it is a laboratory of the military."

"My child, you know a lot." Osamu Dazai, who had first-hand information, applauded and praised, "This is a slum in Yokohama—Raibo Street, but the one that exploded was not an experiment, it was... ..."

"The anger of Huang Shen Huang Ba Ba~"

Conan was dissatisfied with Osamu Dazai's tone of coaxing the child, showing disgusted dead fish eyes, "Hey, there is no Rage God, I don't believe in that kind of existence."

"Who said it doesn't exist." Osamu Dazai smiled and bent his eyebrows, as if he remembered something that made him happy, "Maybe the Rage God is furious at this time~"

Following behind Osamu Dazai, several men in black wearing suits of the same style couldn't help showing black lines all over their heads.

As members of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, they naturally knew why the "Rage God" in Dazai Osamu's mouth was furious.

Yesterday, Ogai Mori, the head of the port Mafia who received the news from Chuya Chuya, sent someone to Chuya Chuya's home.

Then the reckless men triggered the mechanism left by Osamu Dazai.

The residence and car of the cadres of Mafia at the port were all blown up, leaving a flame in the residential area of ​​Yokohama.

Facing the little detective with an expression of "I don't believe what you can do with me", Osamu Dazai couldn't help chuckling, "Hey, kid, since there are supernatural powers in this world, why aren't there gods? "

"Mr. Dazai Osamu, we are leaving." Seeing Dazai Osamu who was kneeling down and preparing to have a long talk with the child, the staff of the Supernatural Secret Service Division had a headache.

This guy's vicious character was clearly marked on his file, and he even gave him an "S" rating for danger. They didn't dare to be too tough, and they didn't dare to let this guy run around.

Being a civil servant is exhausting.

"Supernatural powers and gods... are not the same thing." Conan tilted his head, his blue eyes filled with seriousness, "Gods should be born in response to beliefs, and exist without desires or desires. But if it is you The one in the mouth will be angry... it should be just a human being with powerful abilities."

"Well, this answer is really interesting. If he hears it, he will be happy." Osamu Dazai laughed and turned around, then waved his hand, "Hurry up, Leibo Street...it's not safe."

"Hahahaha, by the way, I'm talking about you against Leibo Street."