Reconstructing the three-quarter concept in the world of science

Time flies, and the winter vacation is almost over in a blink of an eye.Kenji and Naomi returned to school, and Atsushi and I took Jinghua to Teidan Middle School to go through the admission procedures.

Now that she is no longer living in the port mafia, going to school is the best choice for her.What's more, Kenji is also there, and the two just take care of each other at school.

I went into the teacher's office to complete the admission formalities for Jinghua, and when I came out, I saw Dun pulling Jinghua talking about what to pay attention to when entering school, like a mother who just sent her daughter to elementary school.

I couldn't help laughing, he was always looking at something secretly on the computer a few days ago, so he was studying the precautions for school life!

However, Dun did not go to school before. It should be that the orphanage taught him some basic cultural knowledge.

Huh, looking at it this way, it seems that there are not many big brothers with the same name as other famous writers in the world?Hmm...Mr. Mori seems to have graduated from Tokyo University, and it seems that few of the others even went to college?In comparison, I am considered highly educated, emmm...

Jinghua is not used to the school environment. It may be because she is too comfortable but she is not used to it, or it may be because there are too many strangers.Afraid that Jinghua would be nervous, Dun and I sneaked a look at Jinghua's whole class outside the classroom. When we saw that many students gathered around after class, we expressed our desire to make friends with Jinghua, and we were relieved. Take a breath.

"It seems that Jinghua should have a good life at school." Arriving at the flower bed downstairs of the teaching building, Atsushi Nakajima sighed with some relief and some melancholy.

I smacked my lips next to her: "Jinghua is such a cute girl, I don't know how many male classmates are chasing her."

Nakajima Atsushi turned his head hesitantly, showing a puzzled look.

"Oh, yes, you haven't been to school, so you don't know about this. Boys of this age, it's the time when the spring heart sprouts. Didn't you see that most of the students who surrounded Jinghua after class just now were male students?"

Although I was relatively introverted in the second half of junior high school and high school because of living under the fence of others, I had less contact with my classmates, but I am not blind, so I don’t know what happened around me.

After hearing what I said, Atsushi Nakajima looked a little worried, as if he really wanted to go back and tell Jinghua to be careful with his male classmates.

I patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "You don't have to worry so much, Jinghua used to live in a place like the port mafia, she must be defensive, besides, you know her skills Yes, it won't hurt you!"

Atsushi Nakajima's worried expression became a little tangled, "When you put it that way, I'm a little worried about those guys who are trying to take advantage of Kyoka..."

I:"……"

Ah, yes, indeed, with Jinghua's skill, someone really doesn't know what to do, and I don't know if I can wait for the ambulance from the hospital to pull him_(:зゝ∠)_

After solving the matter of Jinghua, Dun and I planned to go directly back to the detective agency and buy some A4 paper on the way.The detective agency uses a lot of A4 paper, and the demand is naturally huge, and the agency's reserves are almost running out.

Due to the large quantity, Dun and I shared a share.Of course, due to differences in physical fitness, the one he moved was much heavier than mine.Alas, at this time, I am very envious of the strengthening bonus of "Moon Beast" to physical fitness.

"Dun, why don't we talk to Mr. Kunikida about going out for dinner tonight? Kyoka's first day of school today, even if we don't use the funds from the club, we can raise our own money to celebrate."

Some time ago, there were so many things, and of course there was a lot of performance. Now, except for Dazai Osamu, who doesn't know the details, everyone in the agency has a lot of spare money in their pockets.

Atsushi Nakajima agreed with this, and as soon as he turned his head to say something, he saw a black figure smashing towards me from the air in an arc.

Of course, I also saw the flying thing, just shrank my head reflexively, and Atsushi Nakajima, who was beside me, had stepped forward with his back facing the flying thing and blocked me.

Because it looked like a ball that was accidentally thrown when it flew over, Atsushi Nakajima thought it would be okay to block it with his physical fitness. It was a book, and when it was spread out and hit Atsushi Nakajima, it gave off a flash of light. I suddenly remembered, isn’t this frankly Po-kun’s special ability "The Black Cat of the Rue Morgue"! ?

Didn't I let it out? ?Why did the group come to Tokyo to deal with us! ?

Picking up the book that fell on the ground with one hand, the tall man in tight clothes patted the dust on the cover, and the little raccoon on his shoulder let out a soft cry.

"This novel was originally intended for Ranbu-kun..." The man sighed with some regret, but soon cheered up again, "Well, let's invite Ranbu-kun in later."

>>

Classical style records are played on the old-fashioned CD player, and the soothing music floats melodiously from the CD player, which is very emotional in this small bar.

"Odasaku, what do you think of this "Lupin"? "The man in the sand-colored windbreaker sat on the high stool in front of the bar, gently shaking the glass full of crystal clear wine in his hand.

Oda Sakunosuke, who was sitting next to him, took a sip of the wine with ice in the glass, and said slowly, "It's very similar, but not the same. The taste is also different."

He was referring to the wine in the glass.

Even if the same name is used, it can almost be regarded as the same existence in two different worlds, but the difference between the two can be clearly distinguished from the taste of the wine mixed by the bartender.

"Indeed, it's different." Osamu Dazai sighed inexplicably.

"It's a pity that Ango didn't come." Oda Sakunosuke took another sip, then put down the glass silently.

In his memory, that should be the last time they met at Lupin's bar. At that time, Osamu Dazai was still wearing a jet-black suit, with a bandage covering one of his iris eyes.Finally, with his own hands, he removed the bandages on his face, allowing that eye to see the light again.

He dragged him into the light at the end, but left him there, alone.

It would be nice if I could think more about it at that time.

"Odasaku, don't think too much." Osamu Dazai gently placed the glass on the bar, and the crisp sound interrupted the unrevealed thoughts of the person beside him, and smiled softly, " I've been lucky enough."

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

He didn't answer the question.

The young man next to him said he was lucky, and thought he was lucky in his heart, but he felt that just thinking about it was enough to make him feel uncomfortable.

Being able to have a daily life that is no different from ordinary people, or even less than that, can feel that he is lucky. Can such a person be called lucky in himself?

Oda Sakunosuke sometimes thinks, is Dazai lucky or unlucky to meet him?But he couldn't come up with an answer.Perhaps it is more appropriate for him to answer this question, but if it is Osamu Dazai, his answer must be "lucky".

"It's getting late, let's go back after drinking this cup."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded silently.

The bartender who has been silently mixing drinks at the side joked: "The names of the two guests are similar to the two rogue writers who also drank in this bar. It is really a rare fate. If the two come next time How about I give you a [-]% discount if you drink the wine I mix?"

Osamu Dazai lay on the table and flicked the rim of the glass with his index finger, "Will you add dish soap for me next time?"

The bartender's face changed, and he put on a business smile: "Sorry, this one doesn't exist."

Osamu Dazai sighed exaggeratedly and artificially, and then the phone in his pocket rang.He took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID, then moved his thumb decisively and hung up.

Oda Sakunosuke, who was sitting next to him, naturally also saw the name of the caller, and he hesitated to ask, "Should I just hang up like this?"

Osamu Dazai stretched out a hand and waved it casually: "Ah, ah, ah, Kunikida-kun must be calling again to urge us to go back to work."

So Oda Sakunosuke stopped talking.

Osamu Dazai liked to skip work when he was in the Port Mafia, and now he has no intention of changing it when he is at the Armed Detective Agency.

"Dazai."

Osamu Dazai lazily: "Huh?"

"I am real."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Of course I know you are real."

Oda Sakunosuke frowned, turned his face to look at Dazai Osamu seriously, and emphasized again: "I am real, everything is. What are you afraid of?"

Osamu Dazai's pupils trembled slightly, and he avoided looking at him in embarrassment, but he refused to admit it: "What are you talking about, what are you afraid of... Isn't it good now? What else can I be afraid of? .”

"Dazai."

Osamu Dazai suddenly realized how outrageous his current behavior was.In the blink of an eye, he had put on his smile again, "Okay Oda Tsukuru, it's getting late, let's go back."

He quickly walked out of the gate of the bar, and Sakunosuke Oda, who was following behind him, walked steadily, and finally said to himself what he always wanted to tell him: "Dazai, no matter what you are afraid of, this time, I won't leave you anymore."

The fingertips of the person walking in front trembled slightly, his voice was full of sweetness, but the invisible face of the person behind him was smiling as if crying.

He said, "Okay."

>>

Ability Secret Service Division.

"Sir! A UFO has been detected over Yokohama! It's huge!"

Tsujimura Fukatsuki immediately ran to the console and looked up at the structure of the object detected on the big screen.

The structures on the display screens are all made of lines, shaped like a huge ship, straddling the sky above Yokohama and continuing to move towards Tokyo.However, the local surveillance video did not capture any objects detected by the machine—this is an invisible ship in the sky.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki was just about to issue an order to send a few planes closer to investigate. Sitting not far behind her, Ayatsuji Xingren lit his cigarette stick with his legs crossed. The tea table was tapped a few times to dust off the dust.

"coming."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki looked back at him: "What?"

Ayatsuji Xingren rested his hand on his temple with his index finger stretched out, and looked at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I said, the combination, here we come."