Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

"Matcha is bitter."

Ming Liu stuck out his tongue frantically.

No one cares about him.

Matsudaira's face became serious, and he sat next to Osamu Dazai: "How did you deduce the information about the killer?"

"Oh, this kind of thing." Dazai Osamu was slightly distressed, "It's like a bright red apple hanging on a tree, it's already hung in front of you, but you can't see it, and you still ask me 'how did this apple grow? ’, distressed, really distressed.”

Matsudaira: ...

"I can understand what you say, the killer is a cautious and intelligent person, but what about the other information?"

"My... enemy, I didn't tell anyone his specific information. And with this information, you can know that the killer is a young man who just came to settle nearby?"

"So it's all guesswork." Dazai Osamu was a little bored, his interests come and go quickly, teasing beautiful women can still smile, teasing dull uncles is not within his business scope, "I said it all Fyodor-kun and I made a random guess."

"Oh, so—" Songping turned to the other side again, "This... Fei... what kind of gentleman, how did you guess?"

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky." Fyodor reported his full name to correct, his tone was obviously gentle and polite, but Matsudaira felt that he had hit a wall invisibly.

Fortunately, this little guy doesn't have the stabbing man with a bandage on his face: "It's a reasonable guess that I just moved here. The name of the Shinsengumi should be known to the locals. Even the gangsters dare to interfere with these There are not many people involved in the incident. Those who dare to fight against the Shinsengumi openly and honestly, except for the stunned youth, have deep hatred, which does not match the calm and cautious profile."

"Others are just speculation. You don't have to pay too much attention."

It's just a guess with a 99% accuracy rate.

"That's it." Songping understood somewhat.

"Tell these to Kondo and the others, and ask them to look up the recent relocation."

Can't find it.Fyodor thought lightly.So cautious, unless there is another assassination, even if the land is opened, it may not be possible to find that person.

What a fun killer.

He picked up the cup in hand, wanting to take a sip of bitter matcha to quench his thirst and refresh himself.

……

It is ordinary hot tea.

Ming Liu pressed his head and rubbed it: "Matcha is too bitter, I regret it, Fei Jia should not drink this."

He pressed Osamu Dazai's head again: "Mr. Dazai is not polite at all."

One in each hand, frantically masturbating cats.

The inexplicably serious atmosphere was destroyed.

"Mingliu, Uncle thinks, if the two of your family become detectives, they must be very successful."

"Really?" Mingliu stopped stroking the cat, spread out his palms, and showed the two hairs inside, "But it's easy to lose hair if you use your brain. I'm worried that they will become Mediterranean cats before they grow up. .”

Even if it's hair loss, it's because you violently rubbed your head...

Others present shouted in their hearts.

"I really don't have any ideas about detectives." Fyodor stroked the top of his head and combed his messy black hair, "...it probably won't be a teenager, thank you for your concern."

Osamu Dazai seemed very interested: "Detective? Will you investigate gossip about female celebrities? Follow family members to investigate mistresses? Sounds super interesting!"

Ming Liu poured cold water on him: "No, Dazai-kun, you will only be used as a tool by the police here, solving cases time and time again, and facing those idiot prisoners with strange things in their heads every day. Most importantly, they give wages are extremely low.”

"……boring."

Matsudaira in the corner raised his hand weakly. He was supposed to be the most powerful person here, but he was pushed into the corner for some reason.

"Actually...it's not impossible to offer high wages."

"I'm not interested anymore."

Songping felt ashamed of himself.

But he seems to have found a way to deal with Ming Liu.

Anyone who can no longer break through has weaknesses.Before that, he had never seen Ming Liu become interested in anything else.A person who is carefree to the extreme, although it is difficult to control in his own hands, as long as the corresponding conditions are given, he is almost a perfect tool person.

Until today, he saw Mingliu's love for the two teenagers.

Mr. Mingliu seems to have stronger positive emotions because of them.

He patted Ming Liu on the shoulder.

"Mingliu, Uncle has something good to show you, you will definitely like it."

Matsudaira lit another cigarette, showing an expression of enjoyment.

"There, it's a newly opened store. The clerks are all peerless goblins, soft and cute, and have everything you need. As long as you give the fare, you can go in and sit for half a day, and the basic tea is free."

Ming Liu instantly covered Fyodor's ears.

"Is it a nightclub? I don't go to that kind of place. Neither do the two of them. It's too impure."

Osamu Dazai blinked, the eyes outside the bandages were as flexible as a cat.

Matsudaira let out a heavy breath.

"It's cat coffee."

The author has something to say: The stupid author's elective course this semester is Japanese.

The next lesson will dictate hiragana and katakana.

aiueo

I only know these five

だざいおさま

I—beep—shouldn’t be learning Japanese just to watch anime!