In Yokohama's days as a writer

Kunikida has never had a good impression of the Hong Kong｜Black｜ Hand Party. He frowned slightly and said, "White Death? Indeed, there is no news about him recently. It stands to reason that there is such a big turmoil in the Hong Kong｜Black. As a guerrilla leader , there shouldn’t be no news.”

"Is there some kind of conspiracy?" Kunikida guessed.

"No." Edogawa Ranpo suddenly said, he put down the newspaper in his hand, "He has changed jobs."

Kunikida:?

Oda:? ?

Everyone in the detective agency:? ? ?

Facing the question mark-filled members of the detective agency, Luanbu scratched his head: "There are not enough clues, and I don't know exactly what's going on, but I think you, Oda, should have heard of it recently."

Everyone turned their attention to Oda Sakunosuke.

Oda Sakunosuke blinked in confusion.

"It's the new poet who made his debut." Edogawa said helplessly, "The Story of the Mountain and the Moon, do you remember?"

Only then did Oda Sakunosuke suddenly realize, although from the outside it seemed that he only twitched the corner of his eyes slightly.

"I heard from editor Kobayashi that the author of a very popular poetry collection is very talented." Oda Sakunosuke said with emotion, "I didn't expect it to be him."

A murderous mafia not only washed his hands, but also made his debut as a poet.

What the hell is this magical reality.

In contrast, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, a newcomer to their armed detective agency, is still fighting wits with his sister.

Everyone in the detective agency: I don't know why, but I always feel like I've lost.

It's no wonder that Akutagawa Ryunosuke's goal has always been to find his sister Akutagawa Yin, no matter how difficult it is, but when he actually found it, his sister's attitude towards him was like a bolt from the blue.

She refused to go back with herself, but chose to stay in Hong Kong｜Black, which was a heavy blow to Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who returned to the detective agency listlessly, was in a bad mood.

"Good morning, Mr. Kunikida." Akutagawa Ryunosuke floated to his seat and sat down.

Kunikida Fuezu: "It's already noon, no, let's not talk about this for now, Ryunosuke, what's wrong with you?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke remained silent.

"It's because of Akutagawa's sister." Oda Saku knew Ryunosuke well, so he explained it right away.

Ryunosuke nodded: "Although I have already prepared, Xiaoyin may not come back with me, but after it really happens, I still can't accept it."

Odasaku walked to Ryunosuke's side, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "It doesn't matter, where there is a will, there is a way."

Ryunosuke nodded, "I think so too."

Really persistent, Ryunosuke.

"By the way, when I came back next time, I heard you talking about the white god of death..." Ryunosuke Akutagawa tilted his head in doubt, "Did that guy cause any trouble?"

He and Atsushi Nakajima hit it off right away. When they first met, they didn't know each other's identities, and they chatted happily for a while. If it wasn't for their different positions, they might really become my good friends.

He has always been concerned about this person's affairs.

However, since the disappearance of the former Hong Kong | Black leader, Atsushi Nakajima seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no news at all. In desperation, Ryunosuke had no choice but to give up.

Kunikida recounted Mr. Ranpo's words with difficulty.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke couldn't believe it at first, then looked at the faces of other people, and admitted the fact with difficulty.

"I didn't expect that he would choose to become a writer." Ryunosuke said with emotion, "If there is a chance to meet, I would like to ask him what kind of opportunity it is that made him let go of his obsession and walk towards the new life. .”

"I'm back!" At this moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice from outside the door came from Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Everyone looked away and stared blankly at a white-haired boy in a white shirt with suspenders, who walked in skillfully with a few books.

"I snatched Teacher Yandao's new book!"

"Mr. Kunikida, I'm back, I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time." The white-haired boy smiled apologetically at Kunikida.

Kunikida:! ! !

"Wait a minute." Atsushi Nakajima suddenly noticed the problem, and he immediately rushed to Akutagawa, looking at him vigilantly, "Akutagawa, why did you come to the detective agency, what conspiracy do you have in Hong Kong|Black!"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke:? ? ?

"We should ask you that." Kunikida pulled Akutagawa away from Atsushi Nakajima, "What are you doing here, the white god of death in Hong Kong and Heiress?"

Atsushi Nakajima: Who? ? ?

They looked at each other, their faces stunned.

At the same time, Atsushi Nakajima, the white god of death from another world, was lost in thought as he watched Osamu Dazai return home from grocery shopping.

Osamu Dazai frowned first, and then gradually merged in his mind the much calmer boy in front of him and the ashamed boy in the leader's office many years ago.

"It must be Atsu-kun." Osamu Dazai smiled, "He has grown a lot."

[Atsushi Nakajima] Hesitantly said: "Mr. Dazai?"

"Yeah, it's me~" Osamu Dazai nodded, "But it's not the leader Dazai you know."

[Atsushi Nakajima] Hearing the words, he was not disappointed. Instead, his eyes lit up, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw: "Does Mr. Dazai know where the other Mr. Dazai is?"

Osamu Dazai smiled sassyly: "Of course, we live together now."

[Atsushi Nakajima]:?

[Atsushi Nakajima] who came home with Dazai from another world found a corpse of his boss on the sofa.

[Atsushi Nakajima]'s heart was pulled hard, and in contrast, the boulder suspended in the air in his heart finally fell to the ground.

For so long, the leader has been missing, and there are many rumors that he is dead. Although he has left the Hong Kong | Port | Black | Hand | Party, he still has connections in the world.

He knew that Mr. Dazai has always relied on a single obsession to survive. [Atsushi Nakajima] has a feeling that when his purpose is achieved, it will be the day of his death.

After hearing the news that the Hong Kong | black leader was missing, [Atsushi Nakajima] breathed a sigh of relief, as long as that man doesn't take the initiative to ask for death, no one in the world can kill him.

[Atsushi Nakajima] has always believed in it, so he also moved forward, left Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, and joined the ranks of writers with Jinghua. Fortunately, his humble works were fortunately discovered and a collection of poems was published.

And now the biggest regret in his life has been fulfilled today.

【Atsushi Nakajima】The eye sockets are a little moist.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the boss Jitai who ignored him didn't know what she missed.

"My boss, look who I picked up!" Dazai Osamu shouted.

The boss opened his eyes hazily, and met the teary-eyed [Atsushi Nakajima].

Boss Jitai: ...

For a moment, he didn't know what expression to use to face [Atsushi Nakajima], he looked like a stiff puppet.

Neither of them spoke, Dazai raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and gave the venue to the master and apprentice wisely.

"Mr. Dazai..." [Atsushi Nakajima] just opened his mouth, even he himself was startled by his hoarse voice, "How are you doing?"

The boss, Jitai, lowered her head and didn't reply.

"I, I want to say." The encounter happened too suddenly, [Atsushi Nakajima] had too many things to say to his boss Chita, but he didn't know where to start.

"I want to say that I left Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, and now I am a well-known writer."

"Hong Kong Black is developing very well now, and Chief Mori is maintaining it very well. Mr. Zhong Yuan is still looking for you all over the world."

"Well, Jinghua is with me too, we miss you very much."

"Atsushi." The boss Jitai suddenly interrupted [Atsushi Nakajima].

"Yes." [Atsushi Nakajima] subconsciously stood up straight, with cold sweat streaming down his back.

The boss, Jitai, glanced at him with coercive eyes, making [Atsushi Nakajima] swallowed unconsciously. Such a depressing atmosphere reminded him of the scene in the chief's office before.

Suddenly, the boss Jitai laughed: "Dun Jun, you are free."

[Nakajima Atsushi] blinked in confusion: "Mr. Dazai?"

The boss Jitai didn't say another word, but just stated the facts silently: "You should go back, Dunjun."

As soon as the words fell, [Atsushi Nakajima]'s body gradually began to become transparent, and then turned into starlight, just like a dream in life.

[Nakajima Atsushi] also realized this problem, he took a long breath and shouted with his last voice.

"Mr. Dazai, I am very grateful to you. Both Kyoka and I like you very much. Because of you, there is Nakajima Atsushi today!"

"You must be happy, Dazai-san!"

【Atsushi Nakajima】has disappeared, but the end of his words still lingers in the ears of his boss, his wife. He closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, and he didn't know if he heard the last confession of true feelings.

Osamu Dazai poked his head out of the room like a ghost, walked to his boss and sat down beside his boss.

"Untie the knot?" Osamu Dazai asked lightly.

The boss Jitai closed her eyes and snorted coldly: "Mind your own business."

There are still 5 minutes before Atsushi Nakajima, a small Yandao fan who has been reshaped in another world, arrives at the battlefield.