In Yokohama's days as a writer

"Teacher Yandao, you must come to the new book launch event in Tokyo!"

Editor Kobayashi was heartbroken, the organizer was a fan of Yandao, and asked Dazai to go to name-calling, so Editor Kobayashi could only lower his face and come over to test Dazai's meaning.

There are only a few well-known writers under their banner, and Yandao Zhonger is undoubtedly the trump card of the trump card.

"Editor Kobayashi, you know I don't show my face,"

Osamu Dazai said: "I hope that people in the world will pay attention to my works, not me. It is a retrogression of the times."

Fart, you just find it troublesome!

The system doesn't believe a word.

In the past, it was because of Dazai Zhizhi, a black cadre in Hong Kong, but now you are all whitewashed, and you are afraid of being a mess.

The system didn't believe this, but Editor Xiao Lin was eaten to death.

"Teacher Yandao..." Editor Xiao Lin's slightly choked voice came from the phone.

"I understand, Mr. Yandao, you are a writer who is a unique treasure in the history of literature, you really shouldn't waste time on meaningless things, leave it to me!" Editor Xiaolin was full of enthusiasm, "I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. answer!"

Osamu Dazai frowned: "Thank you, Editor Kobayashi."

Osamu Dazai, who arrived at the door of the detective agency, hung up the phone.

It's time for work.

Osamu Dazai opened the refrigerator, took out a cup of fruit milk from it, and inserted the straw leisurely. In the scorching summer, this icy experience made him exhale comfortably.

He and Kunikida Doppo have been investigating the whereabouts of Matsumoto Eita for the past few days, and they have to go out and run around in the hot weather. This last glass of iced fruit milk is the reward for so many days of hard work!

The system seems to have seen the tail of the fox behind Osamu Dazai fluttering. The detective agency in the afternoon is always quiet and peaceful, and few people will disturb them at this time. In the huge office, only Kunikida burns his soul and taps the keyboard The sound is striking.

Osamu Dazai's fox ears trembled slightly, and the system's most familiar smile hung on the corners of his lips. Every time Osamu Dazai wanted to play a prank, he always had this expression.

Light the wax for Mr. Kunikida.

Osamu Dazai floated in front of Kunikida with iced fruit milk and sat down: "Kunikida-kun, you are still busy."

"Yeah." Kunikida replied indifferently, as immobile as a bell.

Osamu Dazai stretched his neck and saw Kunikida's computer screen, as expected, he was investigating Matsumoto Eita.

"Still looking for his whereabouts." Osamu Dazai smiled at Kunikida.

Kunikida didn't even look at Dazai Osamu's face, he stretched out his hand skillfully and pushed Dazai Osamu back to his seat, as if he had been tempered for thousands of years.

It really has gone through a lot of tempering, the system thought silently.

Press it back for you without even looking at it, Mr. Kunikida is so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

"The task of finding someone is not in a hurry." Osamu Dazai sat on the office chair, kicked his feet lightly, and turned from one side of the office to the other.

"This can't be done in a short while." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, with a faint shadow cast under his eyelashes, "There are a lot of missing people every year, but very few people can be found. This kind of commission is still It's better not to have too much hope."

Kunikida stopped what he was doing, raised his hand and rubbed his brows: "Why don't I know that, I can do everything I can, and I can find someone depends on luck gone."

"If you can't find it after a few more days, you need to sort out the files and file them. Let's take this task as a long-term task."

Kunikida said helplessly, but still did not give up.

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, then folded his hands behind his head and continued to play with the swivel chair in the office.

The Armed Detective Agency fell silent for a while, the afternoon sun shone through the windows into the room, and the breeze from the air conditioner gently passed everyone's side, making the years seem extraordinarily peaceful.

Although the room was silent for a while, the conversation between Osamu Dazai and the system never stopped.

【Kunikida is such a great man. 】

The system sighed.

[Don’t give up at this level, you must know the trajectory of Matsumoto Yongta’s activities, which is disconnected from the murder case. 】

Dazai smiled indifferently.

[Kunikida-kun is such a person, a naive man, such a person might be molested to death by Mr. Mori in Hong Kong. 】

The system shuddered.

【The Mori Ogai you mentioned seems to be a pervert. 】

Osamu Dazai retorted innocently.

[Isn't he just a perverted girl? 】

【…】Okay, it seems so.

The system also understands the meaning of Dazai Ogai. Mori Ogai is a very qualified leader, a man who is more rational than emotional. He knows how to use people well for his subordinates. Will do some big things that are obedient to others.

At most, he would sneakily dig some holes for Mori Ogai.

Kunikida Doppo is an idealist, such a person is the most steadfast, but also the easiest to be destroyed.

If Kunikida was not discovered by Fukuzawa Yukichi, but was obtained by Mori Ogai, then what Osamu Dazai saw now might be a killer who was destroyed in a daze.

After all, 'Done Step Yin Ke' is a good helper for assassination.

[By the way, I searched on the Internet. 】

The system hastily called out a copy of the materials.

[In the historical records that Matsumoto Baihui has searched recently, apart from online shopping, there are also odd and small things. I think this needs to be paid attention to. 】

【Matsumoto Baihui has also been to the Miyagawa Group recently, the purpose is unknown. 】

[Say you don't have much hope, you haven't bothered to investigate. 】

The system whispered, a duplicity man.

Osamu Dazai pretended not to hear, he took the earphones from the table, hummed a relaxing tune, lay on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

The broadcast of Yokohama Radio was next to his ears. Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and tuned it a few times. The sound gradually faded away, and was replaced by the indistinct sound of tick-tock instruments, accompanied by intermittent signals, and finally cleared the clouds.

The door opened.

"It's you." A familiar middle-aged voice came over.

"Yes." Ms. Matsumoto replied coldly.

"Hehe." The middle-aged man smiled kindly, "Don't be so indifferent, isn't our experiment about to succeed?"

"Look, I gave you the addresses of those people, don't be so heartless."

Momoe Matsumoto interrupted the man: "I don't agree with your 'evolutionary' theory, I just want to avenge myself."

The middle-aged man was not angry when he was interrupted, and smiled lightly: "Now everyone knows that 'Matsumoto Yongta' is the serial murderer. Why, we are now grasshoppers tied to a rope."

"You did it on purpose." Baihui Matsumoto gritted her teeth. "It was agreed at the beginning that I would kill people and you would finish the job. Those monitoring were obviously on purpose."

Osamu Dazai frowned.

The sound in the earphones continued.

"What are you panicking about?" The middle-aged man talked eloquently, "You are Momoe Matsumoto now, what does Eita Matsumoto have to do with you? He is just your brother, not yourself."

There was silence.

The middle-aged man continued: "Don't worry, the 'Evolutionary' project has already made significant progress. When the limelight passes, I will send you abroad, and the money I promise to give you will not be less. Let the birds fly."

When the voice fell, just when Osamu Dazai thought there would be no more sound from that side, a young man's voice came from the earphone.

"it is good."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes and took off his earphones.

He lay back on the sofa, staring straight at the ceiling.

When Kunikida finally finished processing the documents, he looked up and saw Osamu Dazai in this dead state.

Kunikida Doppo: ...

Little Qingjin jumped happily on the Kuniki field, he got up and hit Osamu Dazai who was lying dead.

"It hurts so much, Kunikida-kun is so violent that he won't be able to find a wife!" Dazai Osamu was aggrieved like a spoiled sweetheart who was obviously fine.

Kunikida snorted coldly: "Don't come here, what's the matter with the documents piled up on your desk, are you waiting for me to deal with it for you?"

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to realize that it was ironic, and climbed up while touching the pole: "Hey! Is it all right, Kunikida-kun is such a good man, so please."

Looking at Zai with starry eyes in front of him, Kunikida Doppo fell silent, took a deep breath, took another deep breath, thought over and over again, the little blue tendon bounced and bounced, and finally broke out.

"You! Think! All! Don't! Think!" Grabbing Osamu Dazai's collar and shaking it vigorously, until afterimages appeared.

Kunikida let go of Osamu Dazai who was foaming at the mouth, turned around and left.

"Kunikida..." Osamu Dazai, who had already seen the heaven, was weak, "What a ruthless man."

[It's not that you took the initiative to provoke others. 】

The system hits the nail on the head.

Whether it is Kunikida Doppo or Nakahara Chuya, which one is not caring for his companions, but Dazai Osamu, who can explode when he encounters it, like a fucking barrel.

In the final analysis, it wasn't my own cub who took the initiative to tap dance on the edge of other people's sanity.

"Here." Kunikida Yokoku threw over a small bottle of medicine.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand to catch it, and looked at the medicine bottle "specially for the treatment of bruises".

Osamu Dazai: ...

[What a great gift, it's a match made in heaven for you! 】

The system said with a 'surprise'.

Osamu Dazai silently looked at Kunikida Doppo.

Kunikida adjusted his glasses uncomfortably: "I didn't buy this specially for you. The supermarket discounted it. If I bought too much, I gave it to you. It will be used as waste."

The system quietly shut down the horribly expensive webpage of the same type, and gave Kunikida a thumbs up from the air.

Osamu Dazai accepted it frankly.

"By the way, Kunikida-kun." Osamu Dazai seemed to think of something suddenly, "Did you know that there is an event about writers in Tokyo recently?"

Kunikida nodded. He still has concerns about some things in the literary circle. Mr. Yandao didn't show up, and he acted as his publishing house, which undoubtedly became the focus of Yandao fans.

"I heard that Yanjima Chuuji is going too." Dazai Osamu casually observed Kunikida Doppo's face, but found that Kunikida didn't quite agree.

"Dazai, how can you call Yanshima-sensei by his full name?" Kunikida Doppo said with a straight face.

Osamu Dazai: ...It's really shameful to call yourself teacher.

"Wait!" Kunikida finally came to his senses, striding over to grab Osamu Dazai's shoulder, "You said, Mr. Yandao is going to the [-]rd Japanese Writers Exchange Symposium!"

Osamu Dazai: ...

[It turns out that writers who vainly say to each other 'you are amazing' have such a long name. 】

The system didn't take it seriously, and called up a group.

[Not only that, they also have a communication group, referred to as the 'mutual blowing group', of course, a guy like you who doesn't fit in is not worthy of joining. 】

Osamu Dazai: I think the system has gone awry.

"Impossible." Kunikida first denied this guess, "Sensei Yanshima, a wise man who is obsessed with literature, has always disdained to participate in such activities."

"And..." Kunikida clenched his phone tightly, "How could there be no such important news at all!"

Osamu Dazai floated behind Kunikida, looking at the familiar head portrait of the leader of the group named 'Yandao Fan Paradise 1 Group', his smile gradually disappeared.

[How many good deeds did Editor Xiao Lin do behind my back? 】

The system, which is the administrator of multiple support groups, blew its whistle, with the feeling that dead fellow daoists would not die poor daoists.

[I don't know either. 】