The salted fish of strength supremacy

"It's quite clear that I dislike it. Obviously, I actually like Ayanokouji-kun very much, and I even think that Ayanokouji-kun is a likable person." Fyodor put his hand on the glass, and he stood on a high place Looking down, the weak body seems to be falling with the glass in the next second.

Fell to pieces, fragmented.

Fyodor narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a meaningful smile in those deep purple eyes. He stared at the bird of paradise thrown into the trash can by Kiyotaka Ayanokōji, and did not look away for a long time.

"The bird in the cage wants to break free from the cage. It struggles and is arrogant." Fyodor turned around, and he raised his hand. In his hand was a bunch of fiery red flowers that were exactly the same as before. The beautiful bird of paradise spreads its wings, beautiful like flames.

"But it didn't think about it. The price of flying into the sky is to break the root system, and the roots of plants are where life is."

Fyodor put flowers in the window.

"Ayanokouji-kun, I don't know if you have ever thought about it: behind the ultimate freedom is destruction."

Like a bird of paradise with a broken root, like a kite with a broken string, there is not only freedom in the vast sky, but more... only destruction.

With a bang, there was a slight sound, and Ayanokōji Kiyotaka turned back slightly, and he looked at the trash can that made the sound, which was where he had just thrown the bird of paradise into.

First there was a small flame, followed by a raging flame. The fiery red flame arrogantly declared its existence, and the bird of paradise in the trash can was reduced to ashes little by little under the burning of the flame.

"What's wrong? Is it on fire? How could it be on fire!"

"Call the police! Call the firefighters!"

"Did someone throw it directly into the trash can after smoking, otherwise how could it suddenly catch fire!"

Fyodor fiddled with the petals of the bird of paradise on the window sill, and his thin and pale fingertips made the petals more delicate.

"May you be like this bouquet of flowers, always chic and free." He repeated.

"May you, like this bunch of flowers, be reduced to ashes." He continued.

A gust of wind blew away the hair on Ayanokōji Kiyotaka's forehead, revealing his golden eyes. He stood quietly on the spot, watching passers-by scrambling to avoid the burning trash can. Someone brought a fire extinguisher and began to try to put out the fire. , the tangled white powder fluttered on it, pieces of white.

"Qinglong?" Nakajima Atsushi called his name strangely.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka glanced at him, "Let's go."

"Oh? Are you going to leave now?" Atsushi Nakajima scratched his hair strangely, "I thought Kiyotaka would wait until the fire went out."

"Why do you make such a judgment?"

"Probably because I feel that Kiyotaka is very concerned, although I don't know what Qingtaka cares about." Atsushi Nakajima smiled at Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, under the shadow of the sun, he was as gentle as the sun, "Don't say That's all, Qinglong, let's go back to the detective agency."

Even though he said this, Kiyotaka Ayanokōji felt a little strange in his heart. It was hard to guess what Fyodor was thinking. He was not a normal person, nor did he have the thinking that a normal person should have. It can even be said that his way of acting is unique in the world. , any measure has his reason.

What does the burning bird of paradise represent?

But even so, he could already feel the deep malice that lingered in the air for a long time and could not dissipate.

Watching Ayanokōji Kiyotaka and others leave, Fyodor threw the flowers on the ground casually. He looked at the person behind him, and the long-haired young man wrapped in a bandage stood quietly on the spot.

"Is what I said done?"

"Don't worry, Master, everything is ready." Ivan Goncharov had a psychedelic smile on his face, "I am so happy to be able to obey Master's orders."

Fyodor nodded, "Inform Pushkin that we are leaving Yokohama. After all, we shouldn't stay here when the giant white whale falls."

"Yes Master."

The siren of the fire truck was heard from far away, and Fyodor turned and walked towards the window. The sun shone on him unscrupulously through the window, with warm warmth and dazzling brilliance. , Is there such a beam of sunshine gorgeous?

Really... quite looking forward to it.

……

It's been a few days since I left the detective agency, and the bounty behind it, Dazai Osamu, should have been found out. Ayanokōji Kiyotaka didn't worry about it. At present, only the port mafia wants to get the bounty, and most other small organizations Everyone fears the Armed Detective Agency.

But now, no matter whether it is the combination or the Majin's malice, it is not just the Armed Detective Agency, but the entire Yokohama.

"And Dr. Yosano! Please check Naomi!" Tanizaki Junichiro rushed into the detective agency with Naomi in his arms, his face was anxious, Tanizaki Naomi leaned against his chest, with a blush on his cheeks, looking quite enjoying Being so nervous by brother.

"And Kenji!" Atsushi Nakajima quickly added.

Dazai Osamu greeted Ayanokōji Kiyotaka, "Welcome back."

"Yeah." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka sat down on a seat, "That mouse should have left Yokohama, it really suits Mr. Dazai's wishes."

Osamu Dazai shook his head with a look of 'You're wrong', with a serious face, "No, Kiyotaka-kun, driving the rats out of Yokohama is not what I want, but what Kiyotaka-kun wants, After all, for Lord Qinglong, the existence of this mouse is of no benefit to Lord Qinglong."

"I'm not a superhero, and I'm not a police detective, so why would it suit me?" Ayanokōji Kiyotaka retorted slowly.

"But I'm not a escapist. Kiyotaka-kun is the only one who is called a escapist." Osamu Dazai said with a smile.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka sighed, "Mr. Dazai is a troublesome person who must try something after encountering strange things."

"correct answer!"

"Why are you so proud! Apologize to me!" Kunikida Doppo patted Dazai Osamu's head, "It's because you have to try something strange, and you have to say something about a novel method of suicide. I tried and disappeared without authorization, so my plan will be delayed so much!"

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka looked at the person who was beaten and beaten, "Mr. Kunikida, Mr. Dazai owes the coffee shop another sum, and said it was charged to your account."

"what?!"

"Hey! Mr. Qinglong, we are still not friends! Only this matter can't be said!"

"Really?" Ayanokōji Kiyotaka sat quietly in the original position, "But I am an honest person, next time Mr. Dazai won't let me say it, please tell me in advance, so that I can discuss with Mr. Dazai what to say. In other words, it’s like Dazai-san flirting with the waitress sister in the coffee shop before.”

Kunikida Doppo was furious, "What?! You molested the waiter in the coffee shop again! I told you not to discredit the detective agency! I will destroy you instead of the detective agency!"

"Qinglong-kun!"

Edogawa Ranpo chewed on the candy and looked at this side. After a while, he threw another soft candy into his mouth, "They are all childish ghosts, alas, as expected, the detective agency can't do without a famous detective Ranpo-sama!"

Dazai Osamu, who successfully turned Kunikida Doppo into the pit, flipped through the book in his hand with a smile on his face. Kiyotaka Ayanokōji took a look at the book he was reading. Although he couldn't see the content, he could easily see it because of the position. The big red cover of this book and several large characters written on it.

The complete suicide manual.

At first glance, it is indeed a book that only Osamu Dazai can read.

"Oh! There is such a method of suicide! It's so interesting! You must try this high-efficiency method of death that can still keep the body intact!" With bright light, like a naughty child meeting a beloved toy, "What props do you need?"

It is indeed something that only Osamu Dazai can say.

"Stop thinking about suicide and work hard for me!" Kunikida Doppo said on the opposite side, "The detective agency still has a lot of cases to deal with."

Osamu Dazai looked over the book and quietly looked at Doppo Kunikida, "Many cases? If I remember correctly, there is only one case that has not been dealt with."

"...Even so, we still need to tidy up the old documents!"

Edogawa chewed the soft candy randomly, "I remember that case was brought over by the military and police. I remember it was a serial murder case for which no evidence was found. It seems that four or five people have died so far. Uh , I still remember that the people who died were all villains, very similar to the case of King Cang."

"Huh? Is it the serial murderer who called himself a god before and killed many criminals?" Qinglong Ayanokōji thought for a while, "I remember that King Cang was arrested two years ago."

"It's the case that Kunikida and Dazai are investigating." Edogawa Ranpo built a tower of cards in his hand, "Of course thanks to the help of a famous detective, Ranpo, the two of them were able to solve it so quickly!"

"Thanks to Mr. Ranpo." Mr. Dazai nodded with a smile.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka nodded, "Mr. Ranpo is really amazing."

"By the way! Kiyotaka has been busy recently! How about handing over the military and police case to Kiyotaka? Oh, yes, and Kunikida! Kunikida is already very experienced in handling such cases!" Osamu Dazai snapped Touching Ayanokōji Kiyotaka's shoulder, "Please!"

"...???" Kunikida Doppo stood up abruptly, "Bastard Dazai, don't give the task to someone who has nothing to do with it! And where are you going?!"

"Of course I'm doing what I'm supposed to do!"

With a click, the door of the detective agency closed, and Kiyotaka Ayanokōji seemed to have just realized, "What happened just now?"

Why is there something more troublesome about me for no reason.

Kunikida Doppo slapped the table violently, and followed immediately, "Bastard Dazai, get the hell out of here! Give the task to someone who is not a detective agency, are you full of weeds?!"

Looking at the closed door again, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka sat down in front of Edogawa Ranpo, "Have the two of them always been like this?"

"It's good to get used to it." Edogawa ranbu groaned and ate a piece of jelly in one bite.Then continue to build towers of cards, "After all, the detective agency is supported by the famous detective Ranpo-sama. Everyone is dealing with boring cases that the famous detective doesn't want to handle. There is nothing childish can do about it."

"What a very self-aware person."

Edogawa opened his eyes randomly, "Won't it be too much for Kiyotaka to complain like this?"

"Where is too much?"

"Because Kiyotaka is the most selfish person, right?" Edogawa ranpo tore open a new pack of gummies, "Of course, it doesn't matter, the famous detective agrees with you!"

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka tilted his head, "Should I say thank you?"

"Hahaha, thank you detective!"

Regardless of whether Osamu Dazai was joking just now, Kiyotaka Ayanokōji treated it as a joke. After all, he was not a member of the detective agency, nor would he become a member of the detective agency. He has no right, let alone an obligation to handle these commissioned tasks. If possible, he hoped that he would never be involved in these things in the slightest.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka is an ordinary person, although he was slightly implicated because of Fyodor.

But in the eyes of everyone, he is still the most ordinary ordinary person, at best, he is just a little bit unlucky.

The night came quickly, the sky was getting darker and darker, and it was time for the detective agency to get off work. As a formal organization, they had normal commute time. Ayanokōji Kiyotaka rejected Atsushi Nakajima who wanted to send him back, and was alone walk down the street.

The instant products in the refrigerator are probably going to expire, and they should be replenished before tonight's dinner.

How about a bento?

"Damn brat, what are you blocking the way!"

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka was slightly taken aback, he raised his head, and a man in a well-dressed suit stood in front of him and cursed.

"Didn't you see me walking? If you don't want to die, get out!"

"But this is the right lane..." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka said slowly.

"Get out of your mother's stinky brat! Hurry up and get out of the way, or I will kill you!"

Silently stepping aside, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka watched the man leave arrogantly, with a strange look in his golden eyes.

Well?There was a peculiar smell of blood on this person, as if... he had killed someone.

"Young man, are you okay?" An old man came over, even though his face was wrinkled, but his face was still obviously worried, "He didn't do anything to you just now, did he?"

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka shook his head, "I'm fine, thank you for caring about me, but are you following him?"

The old man was silent for two seconds, "It's fine, it's fine, you must avoid him when you meet him in the future, because this man, he has probably killed people and killed many young children, so ah, You must be careful, especially a child as old as you, and go home quickly."

After speaking, the old man bypassed Ayanokoji Kiyotaka and left step by step, his hunched back looked extremely haggard.

With a click, the street lights turned on, and Ayanokōji Kiyotaka looked up at the dim yellow street lights above his head, and then continued to walk back. What kind of bento are we going to buy tonight?

There are various types of bento in the 24-hour bento shop. The uncle who collected the money said, "Welcome to come again next time", and then gave him the change. A staggering figure rushed out of the street with mixed yellow lights, as if exhausted of strength, with a bang, the man fell straight down.

Under the light, red to black blood seeped out of his body, quickly staining the entire ground.

"what happened?"

It seemed that something was wrong with Ayanokōji Kiyotaka standing quietly at the door, the uncle who collected the money came over, and the moment he saw the door, he ran back to the store and rang the alarm.

When the alarm sounded, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka turned his head and looked at the shadow beside him, where a thin figure flashed away.