In Yokohama's days as a writer

The environment of the apartment building is very beautiful. This area is a well-known wealthy area in Tokyo. It is also famous for its security. It is also a rare quiet place in Tokyo.

The man on the third floor took out yogurt from the refrigerator. His beard was densely packed with stubble that had not been trimmed for a few days, and he was listless.

He walked slowly to the sofa, then found a comfortable position and lay down.

The remote control was not far away, so the man took the remote control and turned on the TV.

"The latest news is that the Yokohama serial murderer who shocked Japan has reappeared. As of April 28, three victims have died."

The TV news channel was broadcasting a nasty murder case. The man never cared about these social news, and was about to change the channel as soon as he raised his hand.

hum- hum-

"Kawasaki, there is a delivery man outside who said he was looking for you, why don't you come down and get it?"

Uncle Security called the man and said that there was a takeaway.

The man sneered: "Let him deliver it, what is it, just an errand runner, and deliver a takeaway to the mother-in-law."

"Kawasaki, it's not my uncle who said you, it's a hot day." Uncle Security frowned.

"You just let him in. He was delivering food, and it's not shameful." After speaking, the man hung up the phone.

Uncle Security looked helplessly at the phone that hung up in his hand, stretched out his head and squinted his eyes to look at the takeaway boy who couldn't see his face clearly against the sun.

"I'm sorry, Kawasaki is a bit willful, but he's not bad in nature, so I'll trouble you to send it to him."

"No trouble, this is what I should do." The delivery boy shook his head.

"Okay, I'll open the door for you."

Kawasaki has lived here for several years, and this kind of takeaway is also the norm. Uncle Security slowly opened the door for the takeaway brother.

After the takeaway boy went in, he looked at the address on the takeaway list, and then he was taken from the takeaway box and slowly got on the elevator.

Ding-dong-

"Hello, is this the takeaway you ordered?"

The voice of the delivery boy outside the door came in, and the man looked at the clock hanging on the wall, feeling a little annoyed.

He put down the remote control, put on his slippers, and walked angrily towards the door.

He opened the door and scolded angrily: "What's the matter with you, what time is it, the takeaway I ordered half an hour ago, why did it arrive now, believe it or not, I will complain to you!"

The takeaway guy raised his hat brim, as if he was very ashamed, holding the takeaway in his hand, he was very ashamed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! There's been some traffic jam outside recently, so I'm late."

The muscles on the man's face trembled, obviously not going to let it go: "No, you are wasting my time, tell me what to do!"

The corner of the delivery guy's mouth twitched, and he laughed bitterly: "Brother, your place is originally in a bustling area, and this traffic jam is also normal."

Obviously, food and clothing are not bad, but the man in front of him seems to be preoccupied, and he is full of villain style.

"If you look at it like this, I don't have anything from before. I'll call my friend right away to bring some money."

The man originally just wanted to vent his anger, but it was a surprise that the takeaway boy was so stubborn.

"Yes, yes." The man looked him up and down, "It's cheaper for you."

"Yes, yes." The delivery guy nodded and bowed, "Why don't you eat first, and I'll wait inside."

The man's face changed and he suppressed his displeasure: "Okay, come in first, be careful not to step on my floor."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The man-eating black hole was closed, and no one except the person involved would know what happened inside.

Not long after, the delivery boy came out with a box.

The house was quiet, except for the sound of the TV, it seemed very silent.

"It is reported that the murder weapon used by the criminal suspect is an ax, which is cruel..."

The takeaway boy patted his box dearly, went downstairs leisurely, and walked out of the community.

He was very happy in his heart, and after he came out of that room, the evil beast in his heart seemed to be released.

"Master, I'm leaving!" The delivery boy got on his electric scooter and waved to the security master.

"Okay, let's go!" Uncle Security smiled, "In the future, if you still deliver food, you must visit our community."

The delivery guy smiled meaningfully: "Maybe there won't be such a day."

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"Kunikida-kun~"

"..."

"I'm so bored, Kunikida-kun~"

"..."

"Look at the man downstairs, is he the second of Yandao Zhong!!"

"!!!"

"Slightly—I've lied to you~"

"...Osamu Dazai, you must die!!"

"Wait, Kunikida, I said wait!"

After finishing the daily slaughter exercise, Kunikida Doppo relaxed his mind. He returned to his seat maintaining a Buddhist posture, and turned on the computer to start his day's work.

"Kunikida-kun, girls won't like you if you are so violent." Dazai Osamu spread out on the sofa like a salted fish, shaking his head twice.

Kunikida Duppo didn't look back: "That's better than your suicide-addicted bandage-wasting device that flirts with women all day long."

"Huh?!" Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "Is Kunikida-kun jealous of my popularity?"

Kunikida adjusted his glasses, and the flashing white light covered his expression.

"not at all."

"Ah, there's no way, a mature man like me is so popular!"

"Finish the documents for today, bastard!!"

"I'm done with everything, look at my desktop is spotless!"

"Remove the files on my desk, you suicidal maniac!!"

There was another flutter, and Yosano Akiko picked up the coffee and walked to Edogawa Ranpo.

"Since Dazai came, Kunikida has become more lively." Yosano Akiko gloated.

"Well~ Dazai just likes to tease his partner, it's the aftereffect of his last job." Edogawa flicked glass beads indiscriminately, and replied casually.

"Mr. Ranpo knows what Dazai's last job was?" Yosano Akiko asked.

"Understand a little bit." Edogawa raised his eyes randomly, "Don't think about it, I don't know how to say it."

"Okay, Mr. Ranpo." Yosano Akiko was helpless, "Let's go, the Metropolitan Police Department is still waiting."

Mentioning this matter, Edogawa Ranpo was outraged, very annoyed.

"I've said it all, it's revenge, it's revenge! There's no such thing as pleasure offenders! Idiots, they're all idiots!" Edogawa Ranpo said as he walked out.

"I told them that there are so many clues, but they still can't catch the prisoner. Are the people in the Metropolitan Police Department eating dry food?"

"Okay, that's why Mr. Ranpo is needed."

Osamu Dazai watched Edogawa Ranpo and Yosano Akiko go out, and then jumped up from the sofa.

"Mr. Ranpo and the others are going to help the Metropolitan Police Department solve the latest serial killer case in Yokohama?"

"Yes, this case is very difficult, and our detective agency has been specially invited to solve this matter."

Kunikida Doppo nodded, his hand typing on the keyboard quickly clicked out afterimages, and he focused on the computer, but he was able to answer his questions with one mind, which made Osamu Dazai very admirable.

If he also has such a hand speed, he won't have to worry about this week's manuscript.

Let him do both.

[Is it because of your hand speed?You are procrastinating!You are lazy! ! 】

The system held a loudspeaker and yelled at Osamu Dazai's ear.

【You pigeon spirit knows coo coo! !Hurry up and code words! ! 】

【All you don’t love me anymore, what you love is my novel, not me at all. 】

Dazai pretended to cry.

A system indifferent face that is immune to Osamu Dazai's max skills.

[Yes, I am a ruthless reminder machine. 】

Osamu Dazai and the system were talking poorly in consciousness, but in reality they teased Kunikida Doppo, and Kunikida was so angry that he broke another pen.

The longer he spends with Osamu Dazai, the more Kunikida Doppo wonders whether he was once blind, or time is really a butcher's knife, capable of destroying that sick and beautiful boy into such a ghost.

When you go back, you will tear up the page on the criteria for choosing a spouse! !

Absolutely, absolutely not let people know! !

Kunikida was thinking while holding Dazai Osamu like a chicken.

The chicken flies and the dog jumps to a detective agency.

"That..." A girl in high school clothes opened the door of the detective agency, she poked her head out cautiously, looked at the detective agency that looked like a murder scene, and trembled again.

"This, here, is the Armed Detective Agency?"

Miss Haruno poured a cup of coffee for the client who came to her door, and comforted her with a gentle smile on her face.

"You don't have to worry about it. Although Mr. Kunikida looks impatient, he is a very trustworthy detective."

"As for the other one." Ms. Haruno tilted her head and smiled, "Although she is not as good as Mr. Ranpo, she is also an extremely smart detective in the detective agency, and she will definitely solve the problem for the lady."

The girl nodded, and put down the coffee very cautiously: "Well, my name is Momoe Matsumoto, and I want to ask the detective agency to help me find someone."

"Looking for someone?" Kunikida had already returned Dazai Osamu, who was already dragging his eyes, just in time to hear Matsumoto Baihui's self-introduction.

Momoe Matsumoto nodded, and took out a group photo from her handbag. On it stood a boy who looked very similar to Momoe Matsumoto. This was a small group photo, not only Matsumoto brothers and sisters, but also seven others.

The Matsumoto brothers and sisters above are still children, but they have very similar looks.

"I would like to ask you to help me find my brother." Baihui Matsumoto's eyes darkened, "Last month, my brother asked for leave from the university he studied in, and said that he would go to an uncle to ask some questions."

"One month has passed, and apart from the living expenses that he calls regularly every month to prove that he is still alive in this world, there is no news of him anymore."

Momoe Matsumoto lowered her head and begged, "I want to ask everyone from the detective agency to help me find my brother!"

Osamu Dazai picked up the half of the photo and thought about it.

It turns out that these people...

Kunikida didn't care, but continued to ask in a soft voice.

"May I ask Ms. Matsumoto, is it convenient for you to talk about 'private matters'?"

Momoe Matsumoto hesitated to speak, hesitated for a moment, and said: "It's about my parents' inheritance."

Matsumoto and his wife were the bosses of a company before their lives. To be precise, they were the largest shareholders. The people in the photo were the partners who founded the company together. Later, the company did not manage well and faced bankruptcy. Get over it.

Later, Matsumoto and his wife died in a car accident, and several partners took some of the company's things before going their separate ways.

"My brother never believed that my father and mother died accidentally, so I persisted in finding these uncles."

"Recently, he found the address of one of the uncles and hurried there, and there was no more news."

Matsumoto Baihui was very worried: "So, I want to ask you to help me find my brother, no matter how much money, I can pay!"

Momoe Matsumoto looked at Kunikida Doppo persistently, Kunikida naturally couldn't bear the sadness of the girl in front of him, it had nothing to do with love, it was just the most basic empathy as a person.

He was about to respond when Osamu Dazai suddenly stepped in.

"Miss Matsumoto, I would like to ask, whose address is in this photo of your brother?"

Osamu Dazai handed the photo to Momoe Matsumoto with a smile.

Momoe Matsumoto didn't have any ink marks either, so she pointed it out directly for Osamu Dazai.

"It's this person."

Dazai Osamu nodded to express his understanding, and then solemnly said: "Miss Matsumoto, don't worry, our Armed Detective Agency will definitely solve this matter for you!"

"...Yes, don't worry, Ms. Matsumoto." Kunikida Doppo also promised.

Seeing this, Baihui Matsumoto bowed very gratefully: "Please everyone."