me, the protagonist

The schadenfreude smile didn't last long, and the atmosphere of the Armed Detective Agency froze briefly after hearing Yamabuki Sakura's request, "So tomorrow's exam is up to you."

Then the first whine of the month erupted: "You have a test tomorrow?"

Painful memories that had gone away flooded his mind again, and Dazai asked with the last sliver of luck: "But there is only one door, right?"

If there is only one door, you can still think of a way.

"That's right." Yamabuki Sakura Chick nodded like pecking rice, took out the textbook, and turned backwards from a certain page in the middle: "The range is from, here, to—"

Osamu Dazai watched her roll back more and more, her eyes gradually lost their highlight.

The textbook stopped at the end of a few pages: "Here."

Osamu Dazai was silent for a few seconds, suddenly heaved a long sigh, and asked earnestly: "Sakura-chan, tell me, did someone order you to torture me? For example, my dear partner Kunikida-kun, or..."

"No, no, no!" Yamabuki Sakura shook her head like a rattle, fearing that she would be misunderstood as finding fault on purpose.

This time it was her turn to speak with sincerity and emotion: "I have reviewed these before, but now I have forgotten a little bit."

She used her index finger and thumb to draw a thin slit: "You just need to call me a little... Ah yes, besides the hourly salary, I also brought you a gift."

She took out several rolls of pink things from her schoolbag, and held them in front of Dazai Osamu like a treasure: "Qiang Qiang—Sakura color limited bandage!"

If you look closely, it is indeed a rolled item, but it has delicate pink piping and a light cherry cloth body.It might be handy for wrapping presents, but maybe also for ribbons.

But in any case it is not reminiscent of a bandage.

Atsushi Nakajima:? ? ?

He looked at Osamu Dazai blankly, only to find that even Mr. Dazai had shock written all over his face!

Atsushi Nakajima was doubly shocked.

And Yamabuki Sakura didn't realize it, she even proudly showed off:

"How about Mr. Dazai, the patterns and colors on this are all handmade by me overnight. They are unique and full of personality. They are definitely different from other people's. Wrapping them around your body seems to have spring in advance, and it is undoubtedly a magic weapon to enhance your personal charm. !"

"...Sakura sauce,"

Dazai's hands holding those pink bandages began to tremble, and then he said in deep pain: "If the bandages are not white...then it's meaningless at all! What kind of bandages are they? It's already something else, do you understand?!"

For the first time since he was born, Osamu Dazai reflected from his heart: Did God see that his life was too comfortable, so he sent Sakura Yamabuki to overcome him.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

What's even more tragic is that he couldn't refuse Yamabuki Sakura's request at all.He could only close his eyes with tears and lock those terrible bandages in a drawer, and then told her gently: "With this amount, Sakura may not be able to sleep well tonight."

Bring that little personal grudge.

Yamabuki Sakura nodded obediently: "It's okay, I'm ready."

Osamu Dazai: You are ready, I am not!

He also wants to fish at work, make Kunikida-kun lose his temper, push work to Atsushi, leave early and go back to sleep comfortably!

Everything was in vain, and Dazai taught with tears in his eyes.

The members of the Armed Detective Agency who came to work later were shocked when they saw it.

Especially Doppo Kunikida, a serious man who was tortured by the Dazai rule, sitting at the table next to Sakura Yamabuki.Seeing the unscrupulous partner mad at not being able to teach the questions, his expression gradually distorted.

Kunikida Doppo: "Pfft."

"What's the matter, Mr. Kunikida?" Atsushi Nakajima looked up from the side and asked.

"No, it's nothing." Kunikida tried hard to control his expression, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't control the crazily upward movement, and his voice changed, "I think of something happy."

Osamu Dazai: ...

Fortunately, popular idols don't have a whole day to spare.

Around eleven o'clock, Mr. Ono, who is half a manager, driver and assistant, came in carrying food boxes that were almost piled up to the ceiling.

Under the amazed eyes of the crowd, Ohno put down the food box—the sound was very important, he greeted everyone heartily, and invited everyone from the detective agency to taste it.

"Sakura-chan has been taken care of by everyone. It's time for dinner, so I packed some dishes as condolences. Please don't be disgusted."

Ohno has a tall physique, and his muscular lines can be vaguely seen through the black suit.No matter how you look at it, he is a tough guy who will automatically shy away from gangsters on the street. Now when he takes off his sunglasses and greets everyone loudly and enthusiastically, he looks like a simple restaurant uncle.

Some people in the detective agency could tell Ohno was a veteran Mafia, but the smell of the food was too tempting.

After a black lacquer food box was opened, dozens of tempura were neatly stacked and fried to a golden brown and crispy.Accompanied by the aroma of food, all defenses collapsed.

"Looks like you've been prepared for a long time?" While the others were enjoying the delicious food, Osamu Dazai, who had been tortured all morning, couldn't be easily cured.

He elongated his voice, and said with a little resentment: "But it's useless, no matter what it is, it can't make up for the wound in my heart!"

Ohno, who had experienced the "Dazai cadre" era, respected his former boss very much. He bowed his head respectfully and said, "Yes, I understand. So please accept this."

The lacquered wood food box with a large capacity was opened, and before seeing the contents, there was a fresh and sweet fragrance, which penetrated into the nose and went straight to the sky, arousing a numbing feeling.

The well-cooked king crab, the red and white tender meat is slightly exposed, shining lustrously under the light.The crab meat is tender, delicate and fragrant, and it doesn't even need to be eaten. Just looking at the mouth will automatically secrete saliva.

The aroma of crab meat and the slightly spicy smell of the dipping sauce instantly healed Osamu Dazai's heart.

"Mr. Dazai, Sakura-chan's studies are left to you."

"No problem, with these, even if the heart is broken into powder, it can be perfectly restored." Osamu Dazai, who was busy working hard, gave a thumbs up, using a tone that was completely opposite to the previous one:

"From now on, leave Sakura-chan's studies to me... No, please leave it to me!!"

Whoever saw this scene felt emotional.

"I said," Edogawa Ranpo held the food box in one hand, and pulled Ohno.

Ranbu's food box contains wagashi made in various patterns, and the slightly larger cherry blossom jelly in the middle is crystal clear, and it looks not cheap.

He was not afraid of getting bored with each mouthful, and there was a bit of scum on the corner of his mouth. He asked Ohno very seriously: "Idol, is it very profitable?"

Da Ye was stunned for a moment, but still answered truthfully: "I don't know the specific situation, but it should be."

"Really." Luanbu asked thoughtfully, "Then what are the requirements for being an idol?"

"It looks good, dances, sings... Maybe it's popular?" Ohno thought about it seriously, and said unsurely: "Those should be enough."

Luanbu nodded.He let go of Ono, and walked around the Armed Detective Agency with unclear eyes.

He remembered that in the last dancing competition*, everyone performed pretty well...

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Sakura Yamabuki had a commercial performance in an old commercial building.

That building used to be a comprehensive and popular shopping mall similar to the Performing Arts Building.Later, due to the shift of the city's economic center of gravity and the old facilities of the building itself, it gradually declined.

Now except for one or two floors that are also used for entertainment activities, the remaining floors are rented out for storage or other purposes.

The floor where Sakura Yamabuki performed is on the sixth floor of the top floor.There were a lot of people who came to watch the show, and private cars of various colors were parked outside the building.The elevators and escalators were packed with people, even those who chose the safe passage.

But after the performance started, this illusion of prosperity disappeared immediately.Everywhere was empty, and there were basically only a few idle service staff left on each floor.

The man hiding in the darkness of the stairwell looked out to check the situation, and after confirming that there was no one there, he stamped out the cigarette butt he spit out, and walked upstairs slowly.

Others should feel strange looking at him, because not only is he wearing a hat, but he also turned up the collar of his windbreaker to cover his face, as if afraid of being seen by others.When going upstairs, he also tried to walk lightly to avoid turning on the voice-activated lights.

But when they reached the fourth floor, the harsh phone rang suddenly, and the lights in the stairwell suddenly turned on, reflecting the man's face.

Anyone in the Yokohama Police Station would recognize this face because it belonged to the head of the Yokohama Police Station, Sakura.

Sakura glanced at the caller ID and spat: "Hey, didn't you say don't call me?"

"A day's director's schedule? That kind of thing is fine if you think it can be done. Do I have to do it myself?"

"It's true that I proposed the event. Do I have to arrange everything? The other party has agreed to come, and the rest is up to you."

"...Understood? Call me again and try!"

Sakura hung up the phone angrily, but the phone rang again as if it was against him.

Sakura could only answer the phone again, but this time his voice was very gentle:

"I'm at the place, I'm going to put my things there right now."

"Of course I won't lie to you. I have already met with Yamabuki during the negotiation, and got that thing from her."

"Don't worry, you can come to Yokohama to find me if you have any problems. And I haven't received the final payment yet, so why would I run away? Who would leave money for nothing, right? Haha."

Sakura laughed dryly, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a pause of two seconds, a male voice came from the phone: "I see."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone neatly.

Sakura swallowed, sweat all over her back.He began to regret lying about taking the previous money. This organization is too dangerous.

But even without the final payment, there are still [-] million!

This money is enough for him to spend the rest of his life comfortably in a small country.

Thinking of this, Sakura became firm again, and hurriedly left the stairwell.

……

On the other side, the man sitting in the driver's seat hung up Sakura's phone, found another one and dialed:

"Brother, I found it. Sakura has booked a flight to go abroad, and the flight is at [-] o'clock this afternoon."

The man sneered: "He's really lying to us. I'm afraid he didn't get that thing at all. Maybe he thought he was doing it without anyone noticing it, you idiot."

"Don't talk nonsense, Vodka." The voice from the receiver was cold: "Solve the matter before I arrive."

"yes, Sir."

The man code-named Vodka finished talking on the phone, put the computer on his lap aside, opened the door and got out of the car.

In front of him was the commercial building where Sakura was located.

Vodka took down Sakura without a hitch.

The other party was defenseless at all, and he was extremely timid. He didn't even utter a scream before he was shot between the eyebrows by a bullet.

"It's a shame you have the guts to deceive the organization."

Vodka tongue, feel a little incredible.However, he carefully cleaned up the traces of the scene before closing the door and leaving.

The trading location is an empty room on the fourth floor.No one came to this floor, Sakura himself did something wrong and didn't let anyone know that he came here.

In addition, the monitoring system in the building is almost broken, maybe no one can find Sakura before he turns into a bone.

Vodka did not expect things to be so simple, and completed the task long in advance.Gin, which he dubs "big brother", will not arrive in Yokohama for some time.

He had nothing to do, so he slowed down a little and went down the safe passage layer by layer.

When we reached the third floor, the floor was lit up, and there was an exhibition stand full of celebrity posters.Vodka looked at it from a distance, and felt that the person on the poster seemed a little familiar.

The monitor showed that the running red lights were all black, and Vodka hesitated for a moment before walking in.

From the physical point of view, Vodka is much stronger than Ohno, and his muscles are tense under the suit, which makes him feel oppressive from a distance.

But no one knows that he is actually a sentimental person, half an idol otaku.There are still posters of idols in the old apartment that I rent.

Vodka is very fond of that female idol, her light gray eyes always remind him of the night sky in his hometown.

He never returned to his hometown after working for the organization.Very occasionally, vodka will sit in front of the idol poster of the last century, drinking and watching all day long.

That idol has retired for many years, and there is almost no circulation of her on the market.The poster for the apartment, which happened to be bought at a flea market, was starting to fade from oxidation.

After recognizing the idol on the display board, Vodka struggled a bit, but walked to the counter, adjusted his tone, and asked as calmly as possible: "How about the poster on the display board—" How to sell it?

Before he could finish his sentence, the thin saleswoman screamed, trembling, knelt down and hugged her head skillfully: "All the money is in the cashier over there, and I will give you everything on me. I didn't see your money." Face, please don't hurt me!"

Seeing her trembling, the remaining words of Vodka were blocked in her throat.

The idol on the exhibition board is on the exhibition board, with eyes with oriental beauty shining like black pearls under the lighting.She turned her face slightly, as if looking at the vodka.

The good mood was suddenly destroyed.

He walked to the display board, intending to tear off the poster and take it away.But facing those pearly eyes, he finally left without doing anything.

It was dark in the escape passage, and Vodka was unusually distracted.Nobody even noticed what was coming from behind.

boom--

The voice control lights come on.The person who hit the vodka was slender, and when she knocked off the vodka hat, her own hat and glasses were also knocked crooked, and the loose pink hair was long and soft.

"I'm sorry, I was too hasty, are you not hurt?" The girl apologized, she should be very guilty, picked up the old-fashioned black top hat before the vodka, patted it, and handed it to the man.

Vodka took it, and subconsciously turned his head to prevent the other party from seeing his face.

"If you're okay, I'll leave first. If you feel uncomfortable, just go to Morisha Artists Department and find Sakura Yamabuki. I'm sorry."

The girl was really in a hurry, and when Vodka hesitated, she turned around and continued going downstairs.

She quickly went downstairs, Vodka finally reacted:

The safety passage of this building is only repaired to the fourth floor, and then it is necessary to go through the floors to take the elevator or the escalator to continue upward.This girl was definitely not on the third floor before.

In other words, she came down from the fourth floor or above.No matter which floor it was, it definitely went through the fourth floor.

In case it is seen or heard...

Vodka's hand slowly stretched to the back of the waist.

"correct!"

The girl who had already descended to the second floor suddenly raised her head, and her clear voice made the lights suddenly turn on.

Vodka didn't have time to dodge, his face must be clearly seen by the other party.He quickly grabbed the handle of the gun and was about to shoot it.

"Uncle, the taste is great, and the plum-colored shirt suits you especially!"

The girl raised her head defenselessly, with a bright smile, and the light from the lamp reflected in her eyes, as if it could melt all the darkness.

Vodka looked at her, stunned.

"I have an acquaintance who is very similar to you, and he has a bit of a figure. But he smiles very kindly. You should smile more, and he will definitely be popular."

She gave a thumbs up and smiled grinningly: "Have a nice day!"

The girl came and went like a gust of wind, and the sound of footsteps disappeared after a while of warm words. Vodka stood in the corridor until the voice-activated lights went out and did not respond.

After a while, he turned around and went back to the third floor, and bought a poster of Sakura Yamabuki under the gaze of the female idol.

The author says:

*Dancing Contest: Episode [-] of "Bungo Stray Dog"

*Conan's official official book original text: Vodka usually lives in an old apartment with idol posters. On holidays, he will drink and complain while watching TV. At night, he will miss his hometown and make his pillow wet with tears. Soggy. (.