In Yokohama's days as a writer

Osamu Dazai did not resist the wayward detective, and took a nap at his will, but not for long.

After all, this is still outside, Dazai Osamu should have the vigilance, he is very strong in self-regulation, and half an hour of sleep is enough for him to roam around for a while.

After paying the bill, Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo left the store and came to the street.

It was noon at this time, and the white clouds dotted the blue sky reflected the hot sun hanging high, which made the two people who were originally in good spirits downcast and shrugged.

Osamu Dazai lost his interest at the moment, he just wanted to sit in the air-conditioned office and catch fish.

Not to mention Edogawa Ranpo, where he needs to go out in such weather, with his mind, it is not up to him to take action on ordinary cases. One of the things he often does is to be on the second floor of the Wu reconnaissance office, Blowing on the air conditioner, drinking soda, enjoying a wonderful afternoon.

"Mr. Ranpo." Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, "It's not fun to go out in this weather, let's go to the amusement park together next time."

Edogawa Ranbu dissatisfied: "Who knows when you will be free next time."

That said, even if the No. 1 detective in the world didn't guess the identity of Osamu Dazai, it must be confirmed that he has a relationship with Port Mafia.

Osamu Dazai spread his hands helplessly, he was actually quite distressed.

Who knows when such worry-free fishing will reappear next time.

The system sighed, in fact, this is not difficult to understand.

Port Mafia, a private enterprise that works 360 days a week and works overtime all year round.

Osamu Dazai, an advanced fisherman.

However, his fishing is often 30.00% fishing, plus 70.00% script layout.

The pure empty-handed, leisurely shopping time is really very short.

Thinking about it this way, does Osamu Dazai have the potential to become a social animal?

Think of the hairlines of Mr. Mori and Ango.

Both the system and Dazai shook their heads.

"Forget it, forget it." Edogawa waved his hands in disorder, the adults don't remember the villains, "I forgive you this time."

"But, you have to remember this agreement." Ranpo Edogawa's eyes, which had been squinted all the year round, opened slightly, and the green eyes that made the criminals terrified were not sharp at this time, but filled with a gentle smile.

"Don't forget Ranpo-sama completely like you treated the owner of the bank card in your hand." Edogawa Ranpo put his hands behind his head and walked forward without turning his head.

Osamu Dazai stood still, thinking about this sentence, he always felt something was wrong.

[I think he might think you're a scumbag. ]

The system made a faint sound.

Osamu Dazai also came back to his senses.

"Hey, hey, Mr. Ranpo, don't describe me as a scumbag who cheats money and sex." Osamu Dazai was speechless.

Edogawa, who was walking in front, hummed twice, but did not reply.

"Hurry up and follow." He turned around and stomped his feet childishly, "I don't know the way back to the detective agency!"

"Here we come, Mr. Ranpo."

Edogawa Ranpo on the road was in a good mood, and more than that, the system was keenly aware that Osamu Dazai was starting to hum a little tune.

The location of the Armed Detective Agency is quite far from this street, and I don't know how Edogawa Ranpo got lost here.

Osamu Dazai sent Edogawa Ranpo back to the second floor of Butei in the Red Wall.

Miss Haruno was quite surprised when she opened the door: "Mr. Ranpo, you are back."

Didn't expect you to find your way back by yourself.

Ms. Haruno's intentions were clearly on her face, and she didn't try to hide it at all.

In the office of the aggressive president, Edogawa walked wildly, and after a while, he took the snacks hidden in the safe from inside, returned to his seat, and handed the snacks to Osamu Dazai.

"Sir, you brought Mr. Ranpo back." Ms. Haruno dutifully poured a cup of tea for Dazai, and said with emotion, "Mr. Ranpo still can't find his way back to the detective agency."

Edogawa ranbu covered his ears, pretending not to hear.

Osamu Dazai took the tea to thank him, looked at the empty office and asked, "Is the detective agency busy? There is no one here."

Ms. Haruno shook her head: "Only when I'm on commission is busy. At other times, everyone in the detective agency has a personal life, and they don't work from five to nine."

"As for today." Ms. Haruno glanced at the guilty Edogawa Ranpo, "Because Mr. Ranpo separated from Mr. Kunikida without authorization, everyone in the detective agency went out to find him who was lost."

"It's not all my fault." Edogawa Ranpo retorted without confidence, "It's obvious that the rookie is too bad."

When Miss Chunye heard this, she was very angry: "Mr. Luanbu, how can you say that!"

She pinched her waist, her cheeks flushed with anger, she was obviously about the same size as Edogawa Ranpo, but against the trembling detective, she looked more like an elder.

"Mr. Kunikida still blames himself for not taking good care of you." Ms. Haruno glared at Ranpo Edogawa, "You have to apologize to Mr. Kunikida for your waywardness, do you understand?"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The little chaotic hamster trembled under the shadow of Miss Chunye.

"I-I know."

Osamu Dazai, as a melon-eating crowd, covered his mouth and snickered next to him, and was caught by Edogawa Ranpo. He coughed twice, and said seriously: "That Mr. Kunikida really worked hard. Mr. Ranpo It's not easy to be a partner."

No!Compared with you, I'd rather be with Mr. Ranpo as a partner!

The future Kunikida Doppo grabbed his partner and shook him wildly.

The present Osamu Dazai would not know these things.

"Ah!" Ms. Haruno saw through the window the figure in kimono downstairs, "The president is back."

Luanbu, who was stuffing the little hamster with food, trembled, hurriedly hid his snacks, and sat in his seat.

Dazai Osamu looked at Edogawa Ranpo's sense of crisis, like a child in trouble meeting his parents, and immediately understood that the president was the final boss.

The system that had been on the sidelines for a long time also suddenly realized.

[Isn't this the attitude you had when you met the leader of Mori after you got rid of it! ]

Dazai smiled slightly.

[Close the microphone. ]

The system resolutely shut up. After a while, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and said something.

[I don't know who can control this 'Father of Reasoning'. ]

Osamu Dazai is also very curious, he has also read the works of 'Edogawa Ranpo', according to the rules he observed.

Mori Ogai - VitaSexualis

Chuya, Central Plains——Amidst the Dirty Sorrow

Guangjin Willow Waves - Falling Toon

They are all works written by them from other worlds. Osamu Dazai has never seen the ability of this "Father of Reasoning", but it should have something to do with reasoning.

So who is it?

The door of the Armed Detective Agency opened.

"Ranpo." A silver-haired man in a kimono walked in.

Edogawa stood up with a guilty conscience, and cautiously called out to the man: "President."

Ms. Haruno introduced Osamu Dazai: "This is the president of our armed detective agency—Fukuzawa Yukichi."

[Fuck! ]

Before Osamu Dazai could respond, the system screamed first.

[Fukuzawa Yukichi ran out of the money! ! ]

Kunikida Doppo hurried back after receiving a call from the detective agency and Yosano.

His entrance examination this time was Edogawa Ranpo as the examiner, but he accidentally left Mr. Ranpo.

What a crime.

Kunikida felt deeply guilty.

Kunikida Doppo, immersed in self-blame, didn't notice the young man who came out of the detective agency and bumped into him accidentally.

"Ah, it hurts!" The young man who was knocked to the ground groaned in pain, "It hurts."

Kunikida, who caused trouble by himself, hurriedly knelt down: "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

"Do you think I'm fine?" The young man who was knocked to the ground was Osamu Dazai who had left the Armed Detective Agency.

"I'm so sorry!" Kunikida bowed to Osamu Dazai with self-blame, and then used his supernatural ability to take out a small bottle of hemostatic spray from the notebook.

"Let me see." He gently rolled up Osamu Dazai's sleeves, saw the bandages on his arms that had been dyed red, and cut them open in threes and fives.

Before Osamu Dazai could stop it, he saw the man use his power again.

The man gently unwrapped the bandage, and then sprayed the hemostatic spray on Osamu Dazai's arm. He looked serious, as if he was dealing with fragile porcelain, which would break if he was not careful.

Osamu Dazai wanted to retract his arm uncomfortably, but was grabbed by the man, Kunikida said seriously: "Don't move."

Dazai, Dazai really didn't dare to move.

Kunikida, who spread the spray evenly, heaved a sigh of relief. It was also his first time treating someone's wound, and it didn't look too bad.

"You..." Kunikida raised his head to say something, but was stunned when he saw this boy.

The boy with one eye wrapped in a bandage looked at him indifferently, and when he looked carefully, he could still see the blankness in the depths of his eyes, like a god who had strayed into the world, unfamiliar with everything around him, using indifference to cover up.

Kunikida looked at the delicate young man fascinated, subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Kunikida realized what he was doing hastily stood up, adjusted his glasses to hide his flushed cheeks.

In a panic, he pulled Osamu Dazai up from the ground.

"Well, your wound should be fine." Kunikida pursed his lips, "I can, can I ask..." Is your name?

Before Kunikida could speak, Osamu Dazai's phone rang suddenly, interrupting his words.

"I'm sorry, I'll answer the phone first, excuse me." Osamu Dazai smiled politely, and then answered the phone at a place where Kunikida could see it but couldn't hear it.

"Hey, it's me." Dazai Osamu said in a cold tone, "Unidentified armed forces abroad, okay, I see, I'll go back right away."

Osamu Dazai hung up the phone, turned around and said to Kunikida, "I'm sorry, I have something urgent to deal with, so I have to go back first."

"I'm sorry." Dazai Osamu was polite, and then he took a car on the side of the road and left the Armed Detective Agency.

Kunikida, who didn't even get his name, returned to the Armed Detective Agency listlessly.

"I'm back, Kunikida!" Edogawa Ranpo put down the pinball soda in his hand.

"Well, Ranpo-san, I'm back." Kunikida was almost overwhelmed by guilt when he saw Edogawa Ranpo, "I'm so sorry, Ranpo-san!"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Edogawa Ranpo, who was about to go down the slope, was stared at by Fukuzawa Yukichi and Ms. Haruno with double disapproval.

Edogawa pouted unhappily in Luanbu, but didn't object anymore, he picked up the snacks on his desk, found a piece of paper with something written on it, and handed it to Kunikida.

"This is?" Kunikida who took the note was a little puzzled, he looked down at the words on the paper, and then his eyes almost popped out.

"This, this is!!"

I saw the four big characters of "Yandao Zhonger" printed on it.

To the most responsible Kunikida Doppo of the Armed Detective Agency.

——Yan Island Zhong Er

Kunikida gripped the note tightly, and it would break if he twisted it any harder. He blushed excitedly.

"Yes, it's Yanshima-sensei's handwriting!" Kunikida said gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Ranpo, I will definitely treasure it!"

That's right, Kunikida Doppo is a fan of Yanshima Zhongji. Although he is a man of science and engineering, Kunikida is also very concerned about literary works.

The newcomer Wang Yandao Zhonger is naturally in his field of vision. Kunikida admires this writer who was born out of nowhere and won the Tokyo Newcomer Award for his first work.

Ignoring Kunikida who was floating while walking, Edogawa Ranpo silently followed Fukuzawa Yukichi into the president's office with snacks.

When he entered the office, he didn't see him, and sat beside Fukuzawa Yukichi generously, eating snacks.

"How is it, President." Edogawa Ranpo begged for praise.

Fukuzawa Yukichi closed his eyes and rested his mind, and opened his eyes to watch Edogawa's random steps.

For others, Fukuzawa Yukichi's expression at this time is undoubtedly terrifying and intimidating.

After all, it is Mr. Fukuzawa who can scare cats away with kindness.

But Edogawa Ran and Fukuzawa Yukichi have been together for many years, and they know each other well.

Fukuzawa Yukichi sighed, and he also knew that reaching that point was Edogawa Ranpo's biggest concession.

"Good job." Fukuzawa Yukichi said with satisfaction.

Edogawa Ranpo was also very happy, and he didn't feel guilty about taking off his vest.

"That child." Fukuzawa Yukichi hesitated to speak, "Mori Ogai really doesn't know how to raise children."

Look at how a good seedling has been ruined, with bandages all over its body, like a stray vigilant cat, stretching out its claws to outsiders at any time, and then bite you.

Fukuzawa Yukichi felt that he wanted Rua Mao's hand, and he stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and stroked Edogawa's messy hair.

"That's it!" Ranbu Miaomiao, who was regarded as a cat rua, didn't feel the slightest, and continued to indulge in the world of snacks.

President, you don't seem to be qualified to say Mr. Mori.

Osamu Dazai, who did not escape the report, came out of Mori Ogai's office and went straight to the lupin bar for an appointment.

When he arrived, only Sakunosuke Oda waited quietly here, and Ango Sakaguchi did not come.

Osamu Dazai shrugged and didn't care, Ango was always the busiest one among them.

"Odasaku." Osamu Dazai rested his chin on the bar counter, "I'm so bored."

"What have you been doing lately?"

Odasaku put down his wine glass and thought for a while: "A bomb was defused this morning."

"Oh!!" Osamu Dazai yearned, "You actually have a bomb!"

"Odasaku, let's change jobs!" Dazai Osamu coquettishly said, "Okay, Odasaku~"

"Hmm..." Oda Sakunosuke was really considering Dazai Osamu's opinion, "But Dazai is a cadre, so he shouldn't be able to change people casually."

"Ah..." Osamu Dazai returned to his salty fish appearance, "That's really boring."

"After so long, Mr. Oda still doesn't know how to complain." Ango Sakaguchi, full of complaints, came to the side of the two friends.

He ordered a glass of bourbon, and then looked at Osamu Dazai with piercing eyes.

"Dazai-kun, have you handed in the manuscript for next week?"

Osamu Dazai's expression changed: "Ango, you are whispering from the devil!"

"Hehe." Sakaguchi Ango said coldly.

"Actually, I'm thinking about a new book." Osamu Dazai changed the subject.

Sakaguchi Ango said with a cold face: "Oh, then please Dazai-kun fill in the old hole first."

"Odasaku, look at him!" Seeing that this trick didn't work, Osamu Dazai decisively wins over his allies.

Under the quarrel between the two friends, Oda Sakunosuke's eyes gradually lost focus.

"Then what does Dazai want to write in his new book?" Oda Saku asked.

Osamu Dazai hooked the corners of his lips, smiled like an innocent child, and tapped the cup in his hand with his white fingers.

"Write the story of the three of us."

"After it's published, you must buy it and see it!"