Idol coser Mr. Sokin

"This is your entrusted shipment." Kunikida Doppo pushed the cardboard box over the table.

The cardboard box is not big, and inside is the backpack that he used to change out of his costume. The color is black and red, which is very cool.

Zong Jin took it.

At this time, the detective agency has resumed its working state. Except for the small sofa for receiving customers, everyone else is sitting quietly at the table.

Zong Jin got the entrusted object, and the detective agency also received the commission fee. Logically speaking, they can part ways after expressing a little pleasure in the transaction.

"Last time you said you went to Hong Kong Hei Building to find someone, did you find it?"

"Well, found it."

"That's good." Kunikida Doppo heaved a sigh of relief, he still remembers Dazai's way to Zongjin yesterday, in case something happens...

He will not get too involved in the client's private affairs, and will not ask the other party who to go to Hong Kong. Hei Building to find.

"If there is anything difficult to solve, welcome to entrust the detective agency."

Kunikida looked at the person in front of him alone, probably because of his height, sitting on the sofa was a bit petite.Zong Jin was originally a sophomore in high school, even though he could show a variety of temperaments during cosplay and acting, but in a relaxed state, he could still look a little green, like a young boy.

That's why Kunikida cared so much.

"Thank you, then I'll be rude first." Zong Jin didn't intend to stay here any longer, and got up from the reception sofa.

The only thing he should do is to return the money and favors to Zhongye in the Central Plains... and then he can find a way to go home without any burden.

The door to the president's room rattled.

Edogawa opened the door in disorder, just in time to see Zongjin walking outside.

"Are you leaving already?" Edogawa Ranpo didn't wait for Zong Jin's answer, and waved to him, "See you next time~"

Zong Jin had already arrived at the door, and he responded when he heard the words.

I didn't notice that what Edogawa Ranpo said was see you next time.

When Zong Jin walked out the door, he seemed to hear Osamu Dazai moaning. He closed the door, restrained his desire to turn around, and gently leaned against the door to let out a sigh of relief.

He only carried a strap on his backpack, which made him look more like a student.

He leaned against the door, a voice intermittently passed through the door, ringing in his ears like a devil whispering.

"...Chuya...before...more like a child...hahahaha."

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Accidentally stepped on the door, leaving a 1cm deep footprint, Zong Jin gritted his teeth, carrying

Pack and go.

He was afraid that he would stay for a while, and the nerves provoked made him smash the door down.

He's used to changing his family's Dazai, but since seeing Dazai in Zhongyuan here, it seems that a monster has been released from the depths of his heart, always ready to bewitch him.

Get out of the building of the Armed Detective Agency.

It was sunny outside and people were coming and going.

The sun hit the ground and made the ground heat up. Zong Jin pulled the brim of his hat to block the sun that almost hit his eyes.

Zhong Ye should still be working, and there will be no one at home.

Thinking of this, Zong Jin began to walk endlessly, seemingly empty, but his thinking did not stop for a moment.

Now that there is no backer and his family is in crisis, he can only rely on himself to determine the reason why he ran to other worlds without warning.

Including this time, I have experienced it twice.

The common denominator is, cos, the concert.

But there must be more than that... Is there more?

Time was passing, and at some point, Zong Jin walked to a cool place where the crowds had gradually become thinner. He slightly raised his head to look at the sky, and thought of one more thing in common.

And excited audiences.

"Gollum..."

A somewhat abrupt voice entered the ear.

Zong Jin paused, and his thinking stopped because of this. He blinked in confusion, feeling his stomach that was not hungry, and it took him a while to realize that it didn't come from his stomach.

He looked along the voice, and the figure was almost beside him.

The other party was bending over and lying against the wall in a spying posture.

Zong Jin didn't spend much time in the accident world, the other party didn't make any noise because of Zong Jin walking, and it seemed that he didn't notice that there was someone else around him.

The other party's gray shirt and trousers were a bit dirty, his complexion was fair, and his white hair was messed up because he hadn't taken care of it. This young boy who looked young followed the grunt and let out a grievance.

Zong Jin looked out of the corner with his probe.

This is a small alley with a very narrow width, which can only accommodate two people at most. The corner of the alley faces cardboard garbage and some unnecessary building materials.

From the outside, people passing by probably don't even want to take a look here.

As for the direction the young man was looking at, Zong Jin only took a rough glance, and he already knew what he was looking at in his heart.

There is a shop in that block, and the smell of food wafts out from it, making the gluttons in people's stomachs ready to move.

It was noon at this time, and there were young people queuing up in front of the store. The smiles on their faces made it clear at a glance. They were very happy to communicate.

.

Zong Jin knew it without looking, the young man beside him must have an envious look on his face that he didn't know about.

because……

"Want to eat?"

"Whoa whoa whoa—"

The young man was startled suddenly, and wanted to jump away, but he tripped over the debris on the ground, lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Finished!

The boy resigned to his fate and closed his eyes, ready to accept the pain of falling to the ground, but he felt a force in his stomach. After a short period of weightlessness, he stood firmly on the ground again.

He tentatively opened his eyes cautiously, and what he saw was Zong Jin withdrew his hand, tilted his head slightly and asked, "Are you all right?"

The person in front of him was slightly shorter than him, wearing clean casual clothes, the ocher hair under the hat against his cheeks made his complexion look very fair, and his pair of blue eyes were even more clean and clear.

"...Ah," the young man opened his eyes slightly, and after a while, his face flushed red because of the embarrassment just now, which was clearly visible even in this place covered by shadows.

The young man only knew that the other party gave him a very comfortable feeling, which was completely different from the way passers-by looked at him. He somehow wanted to make a good impression on the other party, but he couldn't make up his mind.

In the end, he became even more flustered: "It's okay! It's very timely, thank you..."

Zong Jin softened his expression, and took out one of the "performance fees" given to him by passers-by in the morning, which was a bag of buns.

"Eat? Pad your stomach first."

"Hey, I..." The young man didn't know whether to pick it up or not. Accompanied by another grunt, he showed an expression of wanting to get into the ground. He lowered his head fiercely to take it, and whispered, "Thank you, thank you."

The boy tore open the packaging bag and devoured it, holding the packaging bag without moving for a long time.

Zong Jin, who didn't look into his expression, misunderstood: "Do you still want it? This is just to pave the way for you, I..."

Before he could say that he wanted to take the boy to the restaurant, he was interrupted by the other party.

"No," the boy bit his lower lip, he endured the sourness on the tip of his nose, "I just..."

Some touched, some sad.

Strangers who have never met before can give him kindness, but the orphanage where he grew up kicked him out.

He also wondered if he was really a waste, a real idiot.

will...

The young man said that his Adam's apple rolled slightly, Zong Jin raised his eyes and saw that even with his head down, he could see the faint water in his eyes, his pupils dilated immediately, and he was at a loss what to do.

But Zong Jin didn't know what to do, the boy raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and bowed 90 degrees to him abruptly.

"Thank you very much for your help, my name is Atsushi Nakajima! If there is anything that can be of use to my place, as long as it is something I can do, please do not hesitate."

Zong Jin was stunned.

With the hot summer wind passing through the two, it brought the heat to this shady alley, adding heat to the air.

He opened his lips, but suddenly turned into a smile.

At this moment, he gave up those settings, and in this place where no one will see, he was himself for a second, showing fleeting tenderness, and continuing his previous thoughts.

Because... he is Atsushi Nakajima.