The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

Downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency, in the Whirlpool Cafe.

People from the detective agency were resting at the table one by one, enjoying the rare leisure time after a busy day.

"Are we getting off work so early today?" Nakajima Atsushi asked uneasily.

Ranpo didn't even raise his head and replied lazily, "I don't have a job again."

"It's all because the aroma of the coffee is so enchanting." Yosano was immersed in the coffee and couldn't extricate himself.

"It's the fatigue after the war." Dazai leaned on the table in the same posture: "Atsushi-kun is shining, it's even published in the newspaper."

Nakajima Atsushi scratched his hair, a little embarrassed: "Although I am very happy, I still have a lot to learn."

"Come on!" Everyone said in unison, though not seriously.

The bell at the door of the store rang, and Odasaku walked in holding a bouquet of flowers.

He walked straight to Nakajima Atsushi and placed the flowers on the table: "Atsushi, a man outside the door just now asked me to give you some flowers to congratulate you."

"Eh? Give it to me?" Nakajima Atsushi was flattered.

The others became interested and perked up.

"Fans? Pursuers? Oh~, specially given to A-Dun~"

Nakajima Atsushi's face turned red. He waved his hands helplessly: "Don't make fun of me. Maybe it was the wrong gift."

Apart from the people from the detective agency, he only knows Rantoshiro and his friends here. No strangers should send him flowers, right?

It’s possible that it was meant to be given to someone with the same name and surname, but the wrong person was given it.

Ranpo was not interested: "Doesn't Hanari have a postcard? You can find out by looking at it."

"Then I'll look for it..." Nakajima Atsushi took out the letter card that was placed in the flowers.

There was only a simple "Congratulations" written on it, with no other explanation and no signature.

But Nakajima Atsushi recognized the familiar handwriting.

The color drained from his face and his hands were shaking.

"What's wrong?" Kenji Miyazawa stood on tiptoe and looked at the letter card curiously.

Nakajima Atsushi forced a smile and said, "It seems that I sent the flowers to the wrong place. I will go throw them away."

His reaction was so strange that the others were a little worried but didn't dare to ask directly.

Dazai had no such concerns. He stretched out his finger and poked Odasaku's arm: "Odasaku, how did you get the flower?"

"I just saw a man holding flowers and hesitating near a trash can, so I went up to him and asked him." Odasaku recalled what happened just now.

Odasaku relayed the story truthfully: "He said he wanted to send flowers to Atsushi, but asked me not to mention him."

As for why the other party did not allow him to raise it, Odasaku brought it up anyway.

"I saw some scratches on his body. It seems that he had an accident not long ago. Even so, he still has to wait outside..."

"I think that Dun might be a very important person to him. If I hide it from him, he might regret it."

And judging from Nakajima Atsushi's strange reaction, he definitely knew the other person.

"What's wrong with him? Is he okay?" When Nakajima Atsushi heard that the other party might have had an accident, he couldn't help but worry again.

Odasaku didn't ask in detail. He discovered the wounds through observation. "I'm not sure, but it shouldn't be a big problem."

After all, the other party moved freely and spoke clearly, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured.

"Haha." Nakajima Atsushi forced a few dry laughs and threatened: "That's really a pity. If he were to suffer even more..."

Only if I were to be more miserable could I make up for the pain of being abused by him. Nakajima Atsushi wanted to say this.

Dazai yawned and interrupted Nakajima Atsushi's harsh words: "He hasn't gone far yet. If we chase him now, we may be able to catch up."

Nakajima Atsushi stood up suddenly: "Why should I chase him? I don't want to die even if it means I die..."

"Stupid—ass—, if you don't want to face it for now, then don't meet me. But don't say anything too harsh, in case it turns out to be a prophecy..."

Ranpo looked at Dazai: "It's too late to regret, right, Dazai?"

Dazai smiled nonchalantly: "Well, that's true."

Seeing that Nakajima Atsushi was still hesitating, Dazai continued, "Don't you have some questions for Atsushi-kun? Just think of it as untying your own knot."

Odasaku also said, "If we want to chase him, judging from his direction, he should be heading to the station."

Yosano raised his hand and waved, "Don't be so dithering, men. Throw the flowers away when you come back. We'll keep them for you first."

"I..." When Nakajima Atsushi was kicked out of the welfare home, he never thought that he would see the director again.

Did he have any hatred towards the dean? Nakajima Atsushi thought, maybe he did.

He never knew why he was being abused, nor why the dean wanted to drive him away.

It was not until he joined the detective agency and came into contact with supernatural powers that he had a vague idea.

Did the dean discover that he was a person with special abilities when he was a child, so he treated him like this?

Nakajima Atsushi made up his mind: "I'll be back soon, please don't count it as absenteeism!"

He needs to make things clear so as not to leave any regrets for himself.

After Nakajima Atsushi ran out in a hurry, the cafe returned to its leisurely atmosphere.

"Hey, Odasaku, did you run into any trouble today? You came back so late." Dazai was bored and casually started a new topic.

"Not really, it's just that some supernatural events happened." Oda Saku said the strange things seriously.

Originally, the police asked a detective agency to help search for the victim's body because they could not find it.

At that time, Odasaku and the police were discussing clues at the scene, deducing where the murderer would hide the body, when a woman in red clothes appeared in the distance.

The police couldn't catch up with her, but she didn't leave. She just led them to find the body of the victim wearing the same red clothes...

Tanizaki Junichiro rubbed the raised hairs on his arms and said, "Mr. Odasaku, please don't tell ghost stories so seriously. They're too scary!"

"No story..." Odasaku did not tell a story, he was just recounting what happened in the morning.

"Come to think of it, a lot of strange things have happened recently." Kenji Miyazawa also has a deep understanding of this.

"Those guys who like to squat in the back alleys in the middle of the night have recently been active during the day, saying that the back alleys at night have been given to scary things."

Kenji Miyazawa couldn't understand it. Everyone in the big city was so friendly, so what could be so scary?

Tanizaki Junichiro begged for mercy: "Don't say it, it's even more terrifying."

After get off work, he and Naomi had to pass by there on their way back to the dormitory, so he begged them not to add to his psychological pressure.

"Are we going to start a ghost story telling contest? I want to join in too!" Dazai was just trying to get more involved and add fuel to the fire.

"Stop it, Mr. Dazai!"

Junichiro Tanizaki missed Nakajima Atsushi very much and felt that he could not bear it alone.

He looked at Ranpo and Yosano as if asking for help: "Mr. Ranpo, Dr. Yosano, you must believe in science, right?"

Yosano sat up straight and thought seriously: "This, they all have superpowers, is science really scientific?"

It must be said that these people with special abilities are the most unscientific.

Ranpo didn't care, since he couldn't be scared anyway: "Just get used to it in advance, you will definitely have to experience big scenes in the future."

Even Ranpo, who could see through everything, said this, and Tanizaki Junichiro felt very desperate.

He decided to learn some metaphysical knowledge on the Internet in case of emergency.

Dazai stretched and stood up with the help of the table: "It's so boring, I'm going to get off work first."

Before he could finish his words, he had already walked to the door of the store.

Odasaku suddenly remembered something: "Ah, Dazai, don't bring dessert to Saku and the others today. I'm a little worried about their teeth."

"Yes——" Dazai's voice was blocked by the door.

Watching Dazai's figure walking away outside the window, Yosano spoke up, "Is Dazai okay? He's been acting weird lately."

I have become much more honest at work. Although I leave early every day, it is much better than before when I would disappear for a while from time to time.

"Now that you mention it, it seems like the company really hasn't received any complaint calls about Mr. Dazai for a while." Tanizaki Junichiro realized in surprise.

In the past, ordinary people would call every now and then to say that they had found suicidal maniacs hanging from their trees, fish ponds, fields, etc.

"Really?" Odasaku felt that Dazai was actually okay except that he was a bit noisy and worked casually.

"It's true that Dazai-san is very reliable when he's working, but when he's not working, he's really a headache."

Tanizaki Junichiro was really disappointed with Odasaku: "Mr. Odasaku, don't treat Mr. Dazai like a child."

Most kids aren't as troublesome as Dazai.

"So, no one knows what happened to Dazai?"

After Yosano asked, everyone looked at Odasaku and Ranpo at the same time.

One is Dazai's closest person, and the other is the world's number one detective, they should both know, right?

Odasaku thought for a moment before answering, "It seems like he's chasing after a girl."

"I guess he was dumped." Ranpo also replied.

The former is easy to understand, after all, Dazai also likes to chat up the waitresses at the Uzumaki Café.

But the latter… I’ve seen so many women wanting to come to Dazai’s house, but someone actually turned the tables?

"It's a bit pitiful, Mr. Dazai." Kenji Miyazawa sighed.

Junichiro Tanizaki was defeated by Kenji Miyazawa's innocent stupidity.

"...No matter what, the women whose feelings were toyed with by Mr. Dazai are more pitiful, right?"

Dazai only flirts and doesn't develop any relationship, so it's unreasonable to call him a scumbag.

After all, he just said a few nice words and did some heart-stirring things, but nothing really developed.

Those poor women were so excited that their hearts were beating fast that they thought it was true love, but in fact the culprit didn't take it seriously at all.

Miyazawa Kenji explained to them: "My grandmother in my hometown always said that people who don't cherish food will be punished by God."

"So according to this logic, people who don't cherish their feelings will also be punished by God."

"Kenji, you really are a white-cut black, right?" Tanizaki Junichiro felt that he was quite normal compared to them.

But if it was just a small matter like this, then there was no need for them to worry about Dazai.

Ranpo suddenly held up a newspaper and pointed at one of the news items: "Odasaku, don't you want to collect some writing materials? Go here."

"This is... a newspaper from three months ago?" Odasaku was confused. How come he had no impression of it at all?

Ranpo stuffed the newspaper into Odasaku's hand: "Don't worry about these small details, you will definitely gain something!"

Gain? Odasaku trusted Ranpo very much: "Then I will go there on my vacation."