Chief Oda won't complain

Things always happen one after another.Before I could sort out the uneasy confusion in my heart, the Armed Detective Agency sent me a message, telling me that I had contacted the past superiors of the Mimic gang.

I bought some rough snacks on the road, and walked to the reddish-brown building made of bricks and stones distractedly. The first feeling was that I was unwilling to face it.

I actually like this area very much, it is full of life, people spend ordinary time between sunrise and sunset, and they seem to be immersed in all kinds of trivial matters.

And I love trivia too.

"What would you like to drink, sir?"

I was startled by this voice, only to realize that M had walked in unconsciously.

The first floor is a cafe.The waiter is asking me.

After hesitating for a moment, I decided to order a latte. I probably know that latte is a kind of coffee that is not bitter.

Then I found a seat by the window and sat down. After a while, the waiter brought me coffee, I said thank you, and just started to drink a cup of coffee that was not planned in silence.

I found that I was not so panicked again.

The atmosphere in the cafe is cozy, with bright European decoration and lupi.

The dark and intimate atmosphere of the bar is completely different, but it is also very relaxing.

There is an obvious milk flavor in the latte, and the sweetness across the lips and tongue makes me feel happy and comfortable.

The non-bitter coffee is really delicious.

I drank it slowly, thinking nothing during the whole process, like a machine that only accepts information, just purely feeling.

When I was done, as if in a meaningful and personal ritual, I decided to face it all.Either those outlandish plans, or my extra delusions.

I climbed into the escalator and arrived at the Armed Detective Agency. Ranpo consciously accepted his gift while complaining that I was too slow.

I apologize, it was indeed a mistake, and I was delayed in the coffee shop downstairs for a long time.

Ranpo graciously forgave me, and told me about a person called "Da Zuo".

The situation is very ideal, the Colonel is an upright soldier, he is proud of the soldier, and he has never believed that Gide betrayed the country, and he believes that there must be grievances. As soon as the detective agency contacted him, the other party immediately said that he would come over in person.

If he arrived faster than mimic, it might have been a darkly humorous scene.

After confirming these, the more specific plans to deal with the mimics were also confirmed one by one. I found that I can actually keep from contacting anyone in the mimics from the beginning to the end.

I was relieved to be able to solve the problem without seeing Gide.

I made a request on some details: I hope that no one will know the itinerary of the commander, and don’t start an ambush as soon as the mimic arrives, and the process of controlling them must be silent, at least the leader of Mori can’t let the mimic know immediately If something goes wrong, Dazai and Ango shouldn't know about it too early, at least they can delay the news for a day and a night.

"Well, it's really just some detailed requirements, it's completely doable, please rest assured and leave it to Lord Ranpo."

Ranbu agreed with a grin, "Anyway, the Supernatural Secret Service Division has already said that they will fully cooperate. They are very grateful to you for revealing this news in advance, otherwise Yokohama will be in chaos for a long time."

"Thank you..." I nodded. "Before I become the leader of the port mafia, I will not come here for a while, so as not to be noticed by interested people."

The smile on Ranbu's face disappeared, and he asked very concerned: "Then how long will it take you to become the leader?"

"soon……"

"Okay!" He clapped his hands vigorously, "Master Ranpo will speak well of you in front of the president, don't let Master Ranpo down."

I went to repeat it with President Fukuzawa, and he wished me all the best, with a complicated expression on his face.

After the arrangement of the business, I had nothing to worry about for a while, so I stayed in the detective agency for a while, because I really like it here.

This time I met Kunikida, who happened to be away when I came back.

I found that he was exactly the same as Kunikida-senpai in my world, so that I subconsciously took out the attitude of being an intern in the school when facing the instructor.

"Is Oda-san also a teacher?" Kunikida looked straight, he noticed some of the characteristics I displayed, "I will also work as a math teacher in addition to my work in the detective agency."

I immediately admired it.After coming to this world, I resolutely put aside my work as a teacher in order to become a leader.But Kunikida, who is busy working in a detective agency, can do both.

I am ashamed of the contrast.

So the sentence "I am not a teacher" that fits the setting was swallowed back into my mouth.

Before I knew it, Kunikida and I talked a lot about our experience as a teacher, and we had a great time talking.

This kind of chat made me feel very good. Only then did I realize that since M I have been obsessed with teaching work, I thought it was just a profession for subsistence, but in fact I have invested too much emotion in it.

I am an ordinary person, and I like to be an ordinary person.

……

As the sun set and night fell, Yokohama ushered in another night.

I used inertia to bring my self M into lupi

In the bar, unexpectedly and not so unexpectedly saw Dazai.

He was playing with the wine glass with his fingers, his eyes lit up when he saw me, and he called me happily.

At least I think he is very happy.

I waved hello, sat next to Dazai and looked at him silently.

Unlike the Dazai I know, he has more bandages wrapped around his body, and the color of his clothes is too dark, as if he can easily dissolve in the night of Yokohama, which is a kind of indescribable lightness.

I've never seen Dazai's finger resting on the wine glass, and now I'm attracted by this picture——

The light is reflected on the smooth rim of the cup, and some crystal highlights are reflected on each slender finger, shaking together with the swaying of the wine, which makes me easily think of words such as "sea water" and "dream".

"Ah, it's interesting, Odasaku, you have become different." He looked at me and said.

I took the "old style" handed to me by the bartender, and responded calmly: "Yeah."

"Why? Has Oda Saku experienced anything particularly interesting in the past two days?"

I thought about how I should answer.In fact, there are several ready-made lies that are suitable.But I'm not going to choose any of them as my answer.

Now I want to say: "Don't worry, Dazai, let's have a drink before Ango comes."

I thought so, so I said so, Dazai put on a surprised look, and then smiled more happily, he didn't ask me why I knew Ango would come.

"Haha, okay, but what's the reason for clinking glasses?"

"To Yokohama..."

We toasted to each other, and the impact made a crisp and sweet "ding", which echoed in this space where jazz music is always playing, like a chic beat.

We started chatting naturally, and I didn't need to deliberately put on any attitude to get along with Dazai optimally.

Although I have developed some eloquence through my work as a teacher, I will always be taciturn in front of Dazai, and I will only say flattering nonsense.

Just like the fate foretold in the "story", he mentioned the recent injury he suffered on M, and he also talked about the delicious hard tofu that M recently developed by chance.

When I was reading "Story", I was very curious about the taste of firm tofu.

"Dazai, did you bring the hard tofu?"

"Huh?" Dazai was taken aback, "No."

I frowned slightly: "You should bring me something to taste. Since you said it's super delicious, don't let me just sit here and imagine."

He was silent for a while, as if he couldn't speak because of what I said.

"Well... I see, I must bring it next time." He promised as if compromising.

I frowned, expressing anticipation.It's really a matter of heart.

"Mr. Odasaku... It's fine if you don't complain, your speech has reached the level that makes me feel horrified."

A voice came from the door of the store. I knew it was Ango. It was great that he arrived "as promised".

I turned my head and watched him come and sit down while complaining.Ah, I know he is complaining, does this mean that I have realized something?

Ango stared at me, showing some hesitation: "Mr. Odasaku, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

What's wrong with my eyes?

An Wu opened his mouth, then shook his head: "Forget it, maybe I'm too tired to see things."

Dazai chuckled twice: "What, Ango could tell the difference at a glance, I thought I was the only one with a keen sense."

Ango put his satchel on the bar counter, and sighed: "This has nothing to do with keen senses, it's clear that Mr. Odasaku is too honest."

Why?Am I being honest?

I don't really want to refute anything, but this evaluation suddenly touched me.

Too many people on campus have said that I am too honest, always being bullied and so on.I used to wonder if it was their problem or my problem.Now that Ango suddenly said this, I felt quite strange.

Maybe... I thought - just maybe - that Ango would soon understand that I wasn't being honest.

Although both of them noticed that I was "different from the past", neither of them cared, and the conversation started naturally.

Although I already knew exactly what was in Ango's satchel.But I still listened quietly like a person who didn't know anything, and watched him patiently displaying items like opening a satchel.

Dazai flicked the wine glass with his fingernail.He sees a problem, but he doesn't say so.

I took the initiative to raise the wine glass in my hand: "Let's clink glasses, the three of us together."

"What's the reason for clinking glasses this time?" Dazai asked.

"To celebrate," I said seriously, "to celebrate that we're all alive and well in this world."

"That doesn't sound like a good thing..." Ango muttered, but he still chose to cooperate with Dazai.

Dazai immediately proposed to take a photo—"As a souvenir."

He had a cheerful voice and a smile on his face.Compared to me, Dazai is really much better at acting.

"I refuse..." I said calmly.

"why?"

Dazai showed a completely surprised and confused expression.He probably thought that Ango might refuse, but he didn't think that I would refuse, right?

In the expression on his face now, how much is real and how much is acting?

I feel elated.

This is really a strange mood.

Ango looked at Dazai and me in amazement: "You don't have conflicts, do you?"

"No. I just don't think there is anything to take pictures today. The three of us often get together here, don't we? There will be more opportunities to get together in the future. If you want to take commemorative photos, it's better to go to the photo studio together."

"Photo studio? Nothing!" Dazai rubbed M's arm repeatedly, "Just thinking about how we put on makeup and pose for pictures there, I get goosebumps all over my body."

Ango smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Odasaku is right, anyway, we will always meet here again, there is no pity not to take pictures. And I am quite afraid to hear Dazai-kun's reason for taking pictures and clinking glasses The reason is the same, it feels very subtle to hear it once, and I want to prevent any possibility of hearing it a second time.”

Dazai pouted dissatisfiedly: "Cut, it's up to you."

From the way he looks, he really wants to continue using the same reasons I used.

Want to commemorate the moment when we are all still alive?I'm so sorry Dazai, I made up my mind not to let you do so tonight.

We drank and chatted like this, and Ango and I deliberately finished drinking at the same time, and then proposed to go out together.

Dazai gradually became unhappy during the drinking process. He drank the slowest, and now there was still some wine left in the glass. He only raised one hand and waved to us: "You guys go, I want to sit for a while."

This is just right.I think.I don't need to find any more reason to keep Dazai here.

Ango and I climbed the steps, walked through the door, and entered the chilly night air.

There was a wind blowing, dispelling the thin drunkenness that had quietly shrouded.

"Mr. Odasaku, we are going in different directions, so let's part here."

"We're going in one direction tonight."

"That's not very good, I still have tasks to do." Ango sighed in embarrassment, "You also know, intelligence agents, there are often times when you have to act in secret. Although I hate you, I really I have to leave from M."

"Really? You think so."

In fact, I no longer care what Ango said.

Really, why does it feel like even Ango is better at acting than me?

I took out the empty gun I carried with me, and smoothly pulled the safety jack to Ango's temple.

I have practiced this movement many times in advance, so that anyone can see that I am an old hand.

"Mr. Odasaku, you are, are you scaring me with an empty gun?" Ango was tongue-tied, "This joke is not very funny...Are you drunk..."

I calmly asked: "Then you want to try it with your head?"

Ango closed his mouth.

Even in the alley at night with poor lighting, I could easily see Ango's wide-eyed eyes and deformed and distorted face due to stress.

I felt the euphoria again.

It's so strange, did I just cross over for this reason?

"I... I have something else to do. I really have to go. If you have any opinions on me, why don't you mention it next time? I'm really going to be angry if you do this."

"No, Ango, you can't go anywhere." I held the empty gun steadily and moved the aiming direction from his temple to his back. "You can only follow me."

The author has something to say: Da Zuo in the official "55mi

utes", but to be honest, I didn't really read it, I just used quantum wave speed reading to get a little understanding... So if I write any bugs, it's none of my business, it's all Tokiomi's fault.