Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

Armed Detective Agency.

After a day of tidying up and cleaning, the dusty office can finally see people, and the desk in the reception room is also shiny——Because Yosano Akiko was worried about the medicines in the medical cabinet, she took Miyazawa Kenji to the pharmacy to buy medicines—— Outside the infirmary, the hardware conditions of the detective agency have all returned to the state before the accident.

Kunikida Doppo is a serious and hardworking person. Seeing that the detective agency is in good condition, he immediately inserted the USB flash drive into the computer and started working.

The provider of the USB flash drive is the current partner of the detective agency—Ru Ke.

Sulker: You can't put all your eggs in one basket.

Kunikida Doppo knew that there was a large amount of information related to the Future Fund in the USB flash drive, and he needed to sort it out and focus on picking out the important information.

The amount of data is astonishing, Kunikida Doppo alone can't finish it, but he is not the only member of the detective agency, there is also——

The front half of the body got into the box, and the back half was exposed. The sand-colored windbreaker dragged on the ground, twisting and twisting with the movements of the owner of the body...

Kunikida Doppo rolled up the magazine, picked up the magazine roll and pulled it down: "You waste device for bandages! What are you doing when it's not working!!!"

The magazine roll crackled on the hip, and a scream broke out in the storage box: "Ah! It hurts! Stop it! Don't abuse me!"

"Is this how abuse is used?" Tanizaki Junichiro complained.

Kunikida Doppo became even more irritable when he heard the words: "Get out of the storage box! I will apologize to your Chinese teacher later!"

"Wow! Office bullying!" Osamu Dazai came out of the storage box with a wrinkled face, and rubbed his buttocks aggrievedly, "How dare you do such a cruel thing to your colleagues, be careful to become a devil, Kunikida-kun."

Kunikida Doppo put away the discounted volume of magazines, pressed his eyebrows: "I didn't work hard early in the morning, what are you doing, Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai frowned, holding up a book in front of Kunikida like offering a treasure: "Look what I found—"

"Dangdang~ It's "The Complete Suicide Manual"!"

Osamu Dazai rubbed against the cover of the book stickily: "That's great, I thought my treasure would be stolen, but it's great that it's here now, it's worth throwing away Kunikida's spare notes to make room , it's really safe here..."

Tanizaki Junichiro packed his laptop skillfully, and returned to his work station with the transferred file data to avoid accidental injury.

Kunikida Doppo pressed down on Dazai Osamu and gave a hammer, mixed with roaring: "It turns out that you threw away the notes I put here! Do you know that it is brand new, and it is a treasure that I have not used at all! You Asshole!!!"

"A mere blank notebook can't compare to my baby!" Osamu Dazai said in disbelief.

"It's only a treasure in the eyes of you, a suicidal man." Kunikida Doppo felt furious when he thought that his custom-made notebook had been killed for such a reason, and shook Dazai Osamu's neck vigorously, "You The brain miso is broken, I'll shake it out!"

Osamu Dazai was dazzled with mosquito coils: "Violence...power...forbidden..."

"You bastard, you're committing suicide all day long—"

Tanizaki Junichiro handled the work at hand swiftly, while listening to the familiar preaching voice in his ear, his heart unknowingly settled down a lot.

——It’s great that the atmosphere of the detective agency is still there.

"Yada! I don't want to have intimate contact with men! I'm going to be allergic!"

"Then you can be allergic by yourself! Give me work, work!!!"

……

The Complete Suicide Manual lay quietly on the floor tiles.

Lupine Bar.

The elderly bartender is clearing the table, just like the bartender in every movie has endless wine glasses, even if the glass in his hand is clean enough to count the number of white hairs on his temples, he is still there. Wipe with a dry white cloth.

"Boss, have a glass of the one I usually order." The drinker in the sand-colored windbreaker sat down at the bar casually, and waved his arm to the bartender behind the bar. Wrapped tightly.

"Odasaku, what do you want? Whiskey?" The black-haired young man greeted him familiarly.

A red-haired young man who looked rather vicissitudes came up behind him, he nodded, and then naturally sat on the left-hand side of his companion who was seated first.

His companion moved more naturally to the right.

Odasaku: ...?

Dazai Osamu:.

The bartender put down two glasses of Scotch whiskey, and the ice ball inside reflected the luster of the liquor, with Oda on the left and Osamu Dazai on the right.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, Oda Tsukuru," Dazai Osamu said first, "I heard that you are writing a novel recently, how is your writing?"

Odasaku held his wine glass: "Ah, that's right, there is only one ending left."

"The protagonist is a killer?" Osamu Dazai took a sip of his wine.

Odasaku: "Yes."

"Do you like spicy curry?" Osamu Dazai asked casually.

Odasaku: "Yes."

"..." Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, and a smile that could not be said to have much authenticity slowly appeared on his face, "That's fine, that's fine."

Oda Saku looked at Dazai Osamu in front of him and said, "The ending will be good. The protagonist and his adopted children will live a relatively tight but warm life."

Osamu Dazai smiled, "Are you comforting me? Odasaku?"

Odasaku nodded dully.

Osamu Dazai's expression completely disappeared, and he said indifferently: "I don't want your pity."

Saying that, Osamu Dazai drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, got up and was about to leave.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Odasaku reached out and grabbed Dazai Osamu's arm, but Dazai Osamu didn't dodge.

Osamu Dazai's expression changed drastically when he was touched, and he shouted: "Release!"

Odasaku did not let go, but maintained this posture and said, "Are you going to commit suicide again, Dazai?"

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"So what?" Osamu Dazai sneered, "You are a dull man, but not a stupid one, then you should know that for your own good, you should let go now."

"I finished another book," the copper-haired man looked at Osamu Dazai with calm blue eyes, "I hope Osamu Dazai can read it, whether it's you or him."

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Osamu Dazai: "...what book?"

""101 Things You Must Do Before You Die,"" Odasaku let go of his hand, "Although I say this a little arrogantly, the writing style of this book should be better than the "Complete Suicide Manual" that you often hold in your hand. "better."

……

Osamu Dazai shook off Odasaku's hand, and smiled abruptly: "In what capacity and position are you saying this to me?"

Odasaku withdrew his hand and raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "With... the identity and position of a poor author who promotes his own book?"

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"Ha," Osamu Dazai seemed to have figured out the problem that had stumped him for many days, his brows and eyes widened instantly, and his expression changed from cloudy to sunny, "Is this the reason why that guy made such a decision? I understand a little bit."

Odasaku looked at him in confusion.

Dazai Osamu did not explain, but took out a strange coin from his pocket, and said to Oda Koko in a coaxing tone to the child: "Come on, stretch out your hand, palm up."

Odasaku did as he did, extending his right hand.

Osamu Dazai put the weird coin on Odasaku's hand, without any skin contact with him.

The coin is very heavy, not as light as ordinary coins, and the pattern on it is also very special, which has never been seen in the official currency of any country—at least Oda has never seen it in the currency of any country he knows akin.

Odasaku: "This is?"

"A certificate to sever parent-child relationship." Dazai Osamu said and continued to walk out the door.

Pushing open the door, half of Dazai Osamu's body was bathed in the sun, and half of him was in the field of vision of Oda Tsukuru. He didn't look back, but just waved his intact left hand casually, and his voice floated in the air at will.

"You want to live a long life, Odasaku."

The friendship of a glass of wine, the friendship of 1 minute, I sincerely hope that you can live.

Rick opened his eyes.

Unfamiliar ceiling.

[Ru Ke: It’s better than someone saying to me, “You’re awake, the operation is successful, you’re already a new century shemale!” when I wake up. ]

[kp: Your thinking is too divergent, and you have prepared your physique. ]

[Sulker: Why? ]

[kp: If you want to stay here and stare and do nothing, you don’t need to have a physique. ]

[Ru Ke: Then don’t give it to me. ]

[kp: Sulker constitution 501D100=50 success]

[kp: Tch, I want to see how far your zero-point legend can go. ]

[Ru Ke: Hey hey hey!It's too much to blatantly say bad news! ]

When Liuk sat up, his limbs felt slightly sore and limp, but it didn't bother him.

The detective looked down at himself—limbs and limbs were intact, he was dressed in the clothes he always wore, and the shoes were on, but he was wearing pajamas and no shoes at all before he lost consciousness.

"This is not reality, am I dreaming?" Ruoke pinched his thigh, and the normal functioning pain nerves quickly slapped his reasoning, "...it is reality, but it is not the one before I fell into a coma. —oh, is it the 'real world'?"

Liu Ke jumped off the soft single bed and began to look around.

Single bed, single desk, matching chair cushions, the original owner of the room seems to be a person who loves to read, except for one corner of the room where there is a wardrobe with a full-length mirror, the other three are bookshelves connected to the ceiling, inside The books are arranged neatly, and there are also a few books spread out on the desk, which seem to be half-read.

In addition, there is only one coffee table left in the room, which should be used as a low table for eating, and stand in the corner when not in use.

The wall of the room was infested by moisture, and the lower part was covered with mottled and peeling debris.

The floorboards creaked on it, and the building coughed with every step, as if yelling at the owner for improper maintenance. Judging by the decibels of the sound, it seemed that the end of the building would be the same. Not far away.

Liu Ke felt the shabbyness of the original owner in his heart, and then walked to the desk, trying to find some clues about the identity of the original owner of the room.

[kp: Sulker reconnaissance 701D100=54 success]

[kp: Sulker lucky 801D100=44 success]

The book spread out on the table was written in a language that Ruk could not understand. He turned to the preface to see if there would be a name written in the book, but saw irregular ink marks on the side of the page.

He closed the book and looked at the flip side of the book, where there was a black ink stain.

Ruk thought for a while, and tried to roll up the book—the pile of black ink stretched out, and gradually turned into a familiar name.

"Liu Ke".

Because the last time I saw this combination, it had been several years—Ru Ke stared at the two square characters, and it took a while to react.

Ah, this is his own name. ——by "sulfur gram".

--------------------

The author has something to say:

The author's Sui Sui Nian: Scratching all day long, the bartender and the wine glass in his hand will be broken sooner or later!

感谢在2022-03-2323:54:25~2022-03-2422:19:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：草莓巧克力40瓶；橙艾30瓶；风荼10瓶；洛水十八街5瓶；ac1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!