I became a super detective after commenting on spoilers

In the second week, Tsukishiro Reiji's injury basically healed as he expected.

The gauze on the palm of the right hand was removed, and there was a little pain when pinching the pen, which did not prevent Reiji Tsukishiro from eagerly trying to think about the drawing.

The matter of submitting the manuscript was extremely resisting within the deadline, and I couldn't draw and wanted to draw the manuscript.

He moved back to Yokohama, went to school, left school, and then diverted to the port mafia—

After all, he promised Dazai.

Tsukishiro Reiji stood outside the landmark building in Yokohama, secretly cheering himself up, the mafia is not scary.

Stepping through the gates of the port mafia for the first time, Reiji Tsukishiro, dressed in a high school uniform, is out of tune with the black suits.

Although the mafia in the past tried their best to avoid staring at him, but when everyone gave way to you, this kind of deliberate non-deliberate, on the contrary, became more deliberate!

He thought that there would be a series of procedures such as notification and registration.

Tsukishiro Reiji was led by his subordinates to Dazai Osamu's office with the painting materials on his back.

Pushing open the door, Osamu Dazai was nestled in the chair, his face was covered with weekly comics, and the cover of this issue happened to be Miss Mellas.

Tsukishiro Reiji glanced at it, and there were handhelds, scribbled figurines, scattered crayons on the desk... but there were no documents.

As expected of Dazai, he was not surprised at all.

"Master Dazai, Mr. Tsukishiro has arrived." The subordinate opened the door for Reiji Tsukishiro, respectfully escorted him to the door, and stepped back.

The door closes, out of sight.Tsukishiro Reiji breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dazai." Tsukishiro Reiji tentatively called him.

"Hmm..." Hearing the boy's voice, Osamu Dazai yawned slowly, and reached out to take the manga from his face.

"Come on, Reiji sit here." Osamu Dazai sat crookedly in the chair, propped his cheek with one hand, and patted the chair beside him with the other.

Sitting in a row looks like elementary school students.

Tsukishiro Reiji had a strange sense of déjà vu.

Looking at the boy's reluctant expression.

Osamu Dazai curled his lips.

The young man has a high defense, and rarely changes his expression when facing strangers.

Now, in front of him, she occasionally shows an overly childish look, which is very novel.

Tsukishiro Reiji was not used to drawing under Dazai's gaze, so he simply had a storyboard draft, and he just had to draw on his instinct——

With a snap, a bandaged finger poked the manuscript paper.

"Is Asuka an undercover agent sent by a bad organization to interfere with my case?" Osamu Dazai naturally regarded himself as Melles.

Tsukishiro Reiji paused at the tip of his pen, and the smooth lines were interrupted immediately.

"...No, Dazai is thinking too much, she is a policeman."

"What about Miss Mellas?" Osamu Dazai said softly, "Does Reiji think Miss Mellas is a good detective?"

I always felt that Dazai's words meant something... Tsukishiro Reiji blinked.

But what the other party asked was the protagonist in his novel——

"Of course, Meles is the cutest." Reiji Tsukishiro said proudly.

There is no creator who does not like the characters he writes.

The young man's calm blue eyes suddenly became dazzling, and his cold brows softened.

Feeling the purity of Tsukishiro Reiji's liking for "Meles", Osamu Dazai was momentarily stunned.

Then he chuckled lightly, "There's really nothing I can do about Reiji~"

Osamu Dazai didn't make trouble anymore, took out the "Complete Suicide Manual" from the drawer, and read it from the beginning.

While reading, Osamu Dazai lay down on the table and leaned on his arm to watch Reiji Tsukishiro draw.

The boy's eyes were pure, and he was not disturbed by being in the port mafia, and he didn't even give Dazai Osamu a little more of his eyes, but stared intently at the painting under his pen.

The rustling sound of the paintbrush on the paper is regular and gentle, like a river wind blowing across the grass and branches... Osamu Dazai unconsciously closed his eyes.

Reiji Tsukishiro was immersed in the world of sketches, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed that Osamu Dazai was asleep, so he relaxed his movements.

until the door opens again.

"Excuse me, the leader invites Yuecheng—" the subordinate's voice stopped abruptly.

Osamu Dazai raised his head slowly, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were blank for a moment.

The subordinates looked at him in astonishment, but Dazai-sama fell asleep!

Sleep = loss of consciousness, which in a way is no different than letting go of your guard.

Although Osamu Dazai was often lazy, his subordinates knew that it was just a false sleep. Every time he reported to Lord Dazai, Lord Dazai was very sober, but this time...

Seeing Dazai-sama returning to his usual expression, the subordinates felt a chill in their hearts, and faced Dazai Osamu's eyes and continued to speak: "The leader asked Mr. Tsukishiro to see him."

Reiji Tsukishiro put down his brush, subconsciously looked at Osamu Dazai.

Pleased by his movements, Osamu Dazai hooked a strand of silver hair hanging on the table and wrapped it around his fingertips.

"Don't worry, Reiji. It's just a strange uncle who loves children."

The corner of his subordinate's eyes twitched.

Although the leader's eccentricities are well known, isn't it a bit...

Tsukishiro Reiji didn't feel anything at first, but after hearing it, he felt that something was wrong. His fingers moved slightly, and he was eager to call the police.

He didn't realize that was the case until he met Mori Ogai.

The little girl with blonde hair is a mass of... energy.It's similar to the energy seen at the signing, but slightly different.

The office is solemn and solemn, and the heavy dark tones give people a sense of oppression.

Mori Ogai, who was sitting in the main seat, was dressed in black, with bright red pupils, adding to his power.

It would be a lie to say that you are not nervous, it is completely different from facing Osamu Dazai.

"Hello, Mr. Mori." Tsukishiro Reiji nodded to Mori Ogai, and Konzaku greeted him.

Mori Ogai originally waited for him to ask, but the silver-haired boy's eyes fluttered past him and fixed on Alice.

No offense, and no scumbag look at him.

When the boy stared at Alice, he simply looked at the inhuman.

Mori Ogai had a headache, he understood what Dazai's subtle schadenfreude was about - the silver-haired boy was too sharp.

"Thank you Tsukishiro-kun for your help to the port mafia, I wonder what we can do for Tsukishiro-kun?" Mori Ogai calmly pulled Tsukishiro Reiji's position to Hong Kong black side.

There is back and forth, and the relationship can last for a long time. After a long time, Tsukishiro Reiji will naturally be labeled as a Hong Kong gangster.

Mori Ogai's goal was achieved.

"It's not the port mafia, it's Yokohama." Reiji Tsukishiro retorted.

If it wasn't for the bombing of Yokohama, he wouldn't care about the conflict in the other world.

And Osamu Dazai is the one who contributes the most.

...It's really a straightforward rejection.

For the first time, Mori Ogai felt helpless.

"If the port mafia can help, Tsukishiro-kun, please don't be too polite." Mori Ogai actually had a heart attack feeling when facing Osamu Dazai's troubles.

He remembered the materials that Osamu Dazai had sorted out.

The boy's information is mediocre, he was born in Yokohama Tomoeda, and Mori Ogai has never even heard of Yokohama as a place, but that's where the problem lies.

In Yokohama's protracted turmoil, there are few places that are not enclosed.

But neither he nor Osamu Dazai had any impression of Tomoeda before Tsukishiro Reiji appeared.

"Is it a supernatural power?" Mori Ogai pondered.

"No." Dazai said.

He went to Tomoeda once privately, and there was nothing wrong with it, except that the whole town was too simple and out of place with Yokohama.

An unlikely guess came to Mori Ogai's mind.

People with supernatural powers can't do it for a long time without leaking traces, unless it's... the magic side.

"Mr. Mori will be very difficult." Mori Ogai still remembered the arc of Dazai Osamu's lips when he said this.

If you don't eat hard and soft, it's really difficult.

Mori Ogai sighed secretly, and could only let go "magnanimously".

In less than 5 minutes, Tsukishiro Reiji returned to the office, and Osamu Dazai was not surprised by this.

He flipped through the manuscript, held up a painting with great interest, and asked, "Did Reiss draw this for me?"

What Osamu Dazai is holding is not a sketch, but Melles' Mafia past.

Miss Mellas was wearing the same black suit as Osamu Dazai, standing above the abyss, with the blood-red full moon hanging high behind her.

If you don't pay attention, you can draw very well...

When Reiji Tsukishiro saw him picking up the painting, his face was faintly hot.

"No, it was just a random drawing..." He raised his hand to reach for the painting in Dazai's hand.

Dazai grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Didn't you draw it for me? Reiji, I'm so sad—" he drawled lazily.

"Yes, it was drawn for you." Yuecheng Reiji's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he recognized it with a broken jar.

Everyone will be in the second grade, don't hold on to it.

Osamu Dazai put the painting in his pocket and looked at the embarrassed boy.

"How cunning, Reiji."

Tsukishiro Reiji looked at him in confusion.

Why is he so cunning?

"Obviously I told Reiji all my secrets——"

"My ability "Disqualification in the World", invalidates all abilities, the condition is to touch. "

The fingertips rubbed lightly on his wrist, and Osamu Dazai noticed that the boy's fingertips trembled slightly.

"It's not fair that I don't know Reiji's secret."

"You really can't... tell me..." Osamu Dazai forced him to look directly at himself, and a faint dim light flashed through his kite-colored pupils.

Tsukishiro Reiji stared intently at his obsidian-like pupils, and the whispers in his ears were like sirens seducing sailors, snakes from the Garden of Eden.

"No secrets," he said.

I'm sorry, Dazai, but this is the only thing that's not allowed, so—

"I have no secrets."

lie.

Dazai let go of his hand.

Tsukishiro Reiji's wrist hangs down with gravity, and the shallow finger marks on his wrist have not dissipated.

"But whatever Dazai wants to know, I will answer." Except this.

Tsukishiro Reiji promised.

fraud.

Osamu Dazai puffed up his cheeks, but he just heard that the boy was serious.

"I want Meles to become the big boss of the organization." Osamu Dazai said willfully.

"Okay." Tsukishiro Reiji knew he was wrong.

"I want Asuka Li to work for me."

"it is good."

"I want these episodes to be published in a magazine."

"it is good."

Osamu Dazai gritted his teeth, thinking bitterly, he really is a liar!

……

Tsukishiro Reiji really drew a manuscript according to Osamu Dazai's unconstrained request.

The former field editor who received the manuscript asked him overnight, "Mr. Huajiang, you hurt your hands and not your brain, right?"

"April Fool's Day Issue."

"Do you have to post it, Teacher Huajiang?" Editor Maeno repeatedly confirmed.

"Send." Tsukishiro Reiji replied.

Therefore, in the current issue of "Detective Melles", the plot is shocking and weeping ghosts and gods. Every turning point is unreasonable, but it is consistent with all the previous dark lines.

When all the readers were in a state of confusion, they turned to the last page, and it was impressively printed with [Happy April Fool's Day! 】

It was a blessing in disguise, and Miss Mellors even became a hot search.

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"Master Dazai, your "Weekly Shonen" has arrived." The subordinate knocked on the door.

"Throw it out." Osamu Dazai said without hesitation.

"..." The subordinate took a deep breath, "Okay, I will throw it away for you."

Osamu Dazai spun around on the chair twice, then changed his mind: "Pick it up."

Subordinate: He knew it!

Osamu Dazai stared at the magazine for a while, then reluctantly opened it with a soft hum.

You don't need to think about it, this issue is about Meles finding the murderer...

Ok?

Osamu Dazai saw the first cut, Melles with a voice changer was on the phone, "Asuka, your mission is to kill—"

All of his messy requests were drawn into comics, and the logic was tight, forming a closed loop.

All readers were taken aback by the special April Fool's Day issue, and only Osamu Dazai knew that it was a gift from the boy.

"Ha," he chuckled.

Forgive you, little liar.

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