hat and bandage

Fine weather.

The cloudless sky brings the sea atmosphere unique to the port city, downtown Yokohama, at ten o'clock in the morning, at the Shinkansen station.

"arrive."

Nakahara Nakaya, dressed in regular clothes like a vigorous young man, came out dragging his suitcase. His blue eyes were more dazzling and beautiful than the sky. He stretched his waist with great ease, and looked at the familiar streets of Yokohama with nostalgia on his face. , with a hearty smile on the corner of his mouth, "I'm finally back." His tone was brisk.

Yokohama is a paradise without personality. The awakening rate of personality is less than [-]%, and the awakening rate of supernatural ability is even less. More than half of them belong to ordinary people without personality. Naturally, the streets will not be like the outside world. come and go.

This is the painting style that Zhong is also familiar with.

"Let's go, Ochako." Nakaya turned his head and paused after speaking, "But let's take a detour to buy something first."

"shopping?"

Liri Yuchazi blinked, looked around curiously, and replied: "Okay, Master, do you need my help to carry things?"

"Eh? No, how can I ask a girl to help me carry things... Yes, I know you want to help, but give me a little bit of manly self-esteem, right?" Only then did I find the crepe shop that Mr. Ranpo had mentioned in his text message.

"Boss, give me... twelve crepes."

Zhongye stood beside the shop, took out his mobile phone, read out the text message and glanced at it, reported a few more casually, and then reported the taste to the boss one by one, at the end, he looked back at Ochako: "Ochako, What flavor do you want?"

"Eh? Is it okay?"

"It's just a crepe, why are you being polite to me?"

Nakaya casually took out his wallet—it was a new wallet, the old one and the cash in it were all taken away by Dazai and brought back to Yokohama.

15 minute later.

With a heavy suitcase in his left hand and a large bag of crepes packaged in delicate boxes in his right hand, Chuya Nakahara stood on the street with his students and took a taxi.

"The detective agency is on the fourth floor. The specialty coffee in the coffee shop on the first floor is very good. The shopkeeper's craftsmanship is first-rate. We will rest here when we are free. I will bring you here next time."

Zhong also took the students out of the car, holding things in both hands, he raised his chin in the direction of the coffee shop, said casually, and then led the people to the next staircase.

Although the Armed Detective Agency is one of the three major powers in Yokohama and is known as the existence at the twilight of Sanquanli's power, but in terms of appearance, it is actually similar to an ordinary agency.

The wooden door was never locked during working hours. Chuya knocked on the door politely, turned the doorknob, pushed the door and walked in.

It happened to meet Atsushi Nakajima who was sorting out the documents.

"Eh? Hello sir, are you here to entrust?"

Atsushi Nakajima's first reaction was to quickly put down the thick document in his hand, he straightened his back in a hurry, and subconsciously walked forward, his special purple-gold eyes blinked dully, looking at the things that the orange-haired young man was carrying in his hand , for a while, there was a blank "ah".

"Huh? You are...the newcomer, right?" Nakaya raised his eyes slightly, looked at the silver-haired boy in front of him, and thought for a while, "I remember the name is... Nakajima Atsushi?"

The orange-haired little gentleman didn't wait for the other party's answer, he was convinced after a moment's pause, and then he showed a hearty and friendly smile without hesitation.Putting down the suitcase, Chuya turned around and called Ochako to come in.

"I'm Zhongya Zhongyuan. I was on a business trip before. You probably have heard my name?"

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a while, his eyes widened, his body tensed up uncontrollably, he stammered and bowed obtusely: "Ah, yes, seniors have mentioned it to me, Mr. Nakaya, Mr. , First time meeting, I am Atsushi Nakajima, that, thank you very much for your help before, I mean..."

"I know, I know, you don't have to be so restrained, aren't you tired from being so tense?"

"Am I scary?"

Nakaya couldn't help but laugh for a moment, and waved his hand to let the silver-haired boy relax.

"of course not!"

Atsushi Nakajima shook his head frantically, and then felt that he was overreacting, so he couldn't help showing a childish and shy smile.

The tense mood also involuntarily relaxed.

Slightly, slightly handsome, Atsushi Nakajima thought.

how to say?

At first glance, it looks like a sunny day. The combination of gorgeous hair and blue eyes that surpass the sky, coupled with a hearty smile, makes people think of the sun hanging high in the sky for no reason.

Sure enough, as everyone said, he is a handsome and handsome man who seems to be quite reliable.

Mr. Dazai and Mr. Dazai are two completely different types of people.

He also paid for the initial rent for himself.

"Speaking of which, what about the others? Why didn't you see anyone else?" Zhong Ye walked into the living room familiarly, and as soon as he entered, he met the little girl sitting in the corner. The crepe was put down, and the blue eyes met the girl in kimono who was sitting quietly watching her in the corner, "Eh? Who is that little girl?"

Izumi Kyouka's expressionless face turned to him the moment she came in. Wearing a red kimono, she was quiet, as beautiful as a Japanese doll.

However, she inexplicably gave Chuuya a familiar feeling.

"She's Izumi Kyoka, and she's temporarily staying in our detective agency. Well, it should be said...a member of the reserve agency?" Atsushi Nakajima touched his head and said.

"Xiao Jinghua, this is Senior Nakaya from the Detective Agency. He was on a business trip some time ago."

Izumi Jinghua stared at Zhongya for a while, and then stood up after hearing the words, with her hands folded in front of her body, like a lady in the old classical Japanese style, bowing her head slightly: "It's the first time we meet, Senior Zhongya , I am Izumi Kyoka, and I am trying to pass the test of the detective agency."

Her tone was calm, and she couldn't hear any fluctuations for a while.

Reserve member?

Zhong also was at a loss for a moment, their detective agency still has this kind of thing?

Generally speaking, as long as you fail the entrance test, you have failed, and the word "unprepared" refers to it.

Coupled with the inexplicable familiarity that Quan Jinghua gave him...

Zhong Yuan also always felt that something was wrong?

For example, during his absence, did Osamu Dazai hide something from him?

…………

Forget it, come back and ask again.

"It's our first time meeting, Kyoka." Not wanting to neglect a little girl, Nakaya gave the kimono girl a smile without hesitation, and then looked at Atsushi Nakajima again: "Where are the others?" He asked again.

The entire detective agency living room was quiet.

It's not a holiday, and it's not time to get off work. Why are there only these two newcomers left in the entire detective agency?

"Other seniors?...Ah! Seniors, seniors have something to do and are busy, um, I'll call them?" Atsushi Nakajima froze, as if thinking of something, he became flustered again.

"Call them?" Zhong also tilted his head, "No need, I'll go there by myself. Is it in the office? Or a meeting room? Are you in a meeting?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the office.

"Wait a moment!"

Nakajima murmured and ran over to stand in front of Chuya, "Senior Chuya, you are tired from the journey, why don't you take a rest..."

"Tired? That won't be the case. By the way, the crepes you want me to buy are on the table. I bought a few more. Take whatever you want."

Nakaya stepped forward, walked to the office door quickly, twisted the handle, was locked from inside, and raised his eyebrows: "Hello? Dazai? What are you doing!"

It was quiet inside.

Atsushi Nakajima stood behind Nakaya with a stiff expression, but Izumi Kyoka calmly took out a crepe, took a bite, and followed Atsushi Nakajima to stand beside Atsushi Nakajima.

Click.

Finally, the door lock was opened from the inside.

The door opened a crack, but there was no follow-up.

what the hell?

How come there is a sense of deja vu?

Nakaya looked back at Atsushi Nakajima and Izumi Kyoka—the silver-haired boy knew he was guilty at a glance, but the other one hid his expression very well, so nothing could be seen. The orange-haired little gentleman raised his eyebrows and pushed open the door.

boom!

Colorful little streamers fell from the sky.

"Surprise! Welcome back, Mr. Chuya, you have worked hard on your business trip."

Miyazawa Kenji happily stood by the door, holding a small firework in his hand.

Oh surprise.

Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked blankly, but his first reaction was vigilance rising from the soles of his feet.

What are you doing...?

"Chuya, you came back too early, bastard!"

Yosano Akiko stepped on the table with a bucket in her hand, and snorted in dissatisfaction—wait a minute, why are you holding a bucket! What's with that pity expression!

"I told you to let my brother's ability [Xi Xue] cover up first, and hide these things!" Ms. Naomi sighed and shook her head: "We have been arranging it all morning."

"It's so strange, that crepe shop obviously had to wait in line for a long time, why did Chuya come back so soon!" Mr. Tanizaki muttered: "Sure enough, Chuya looks so good-looking, so that unscrupulous man who has no morals and only looks at his face Did the shopkeeper help him get it in advance?"

"Since we've been discovered, there's nothing we can do." Mr. Luanpo held the suspicious box in his hand, put it down, opened it, and there was a cake inside. After shrugging his shoulders, Mr. Luanpo put on a big smiling face.

"Chuya Chuya, where are my presents and my crepes?"

Even though he was 26 years old, Mr. Ranbu, who was younger than a child, cheerfully rushed towards Mr. Orange Hair, and he was used to using his supernatural ability to lift people up, and he replied casually: "You all have presents at the door and luggage!" box, the crepes are in the living room."

Luanbu cheered, confidently ordered Zhongye to let him down, and then trotted out.

"Ah, so is my present also there? The new Shizuoka perfume I mentioned last time, Chuya, you bought this, right?" Yosano-san stepped on high heels and jumped off the desk , put the bucket aside casually, then walked in front of Chuya, and bent slightly.

"I'm not going on a trip!"

The Central Plains is also full of slots.

Even so, he did buy presents for his colleagues.

When he nodded, the others immediately cheered and ran out to look through his suitcase in a swarm. Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed helplessly. Just as he turned around to follow, his knee was suddenly tripped by something, and he immediately leaned forward——

"!!!"

Yokohama No. [-] Taijutsu Master's body was tense, his blue eyes were serious, he propped up his body with one hand before landing in a hurry, turned over, landed steadily, and knelt on the ground with one knee.

Snapped!

There happened to be a cabinet next to him. There was a loud noise, and Chuya raised his head subconsciously. As a result, a basin of water was spilled out of nowhere. Mr. Orange Hair, who reacted as fast as lightning, instinctively covered his body with the supernatural power, and the water and basin fell. The moment it came down and touched it, it was immediately stained with black and red supernatural luster, floating in the air.

so close……!

Zhong Ye widened his blue eyes, and just as he thought of this, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Whoa-"

"boom!"

The black and red luster dissipated in an instant, and the water poured directly on the head of Mr. Orange Hair, and the basin was firmly covered on his head.

"Surprise! It's a drowning slug!"

Osamu Dazai, who came out from an unknown corner, turned over and slipped away after slapping his shoulder, without getting any water.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Zhong Yuan also took the basin off his head expressionlessly.

Water dripped all the way down the face of the little man with orange hair, his clothes were mostly wet, and the chain bones were covered with water.

nice view.

Osamu Dazai took a few steps back and whistled a little in his heart.

Good guy, I will instigate everyone to play pranks as soon as I come back.

Veins throbbed on Zhongye's forehead.

"Too-zai-!!"

……

"Well, is it really okay to let Mr. Dazai play pranks?"

In the living room, Atsushi Nakajima was biting the crepe restlessly, listening to the roaring and loud noises coming from the office in shock.

"No problem, didn't you let you take out all the important documents?"

Yu Xie Ye casually biting her crepe, the first document that Aunt moved was just sorted out.

"Is that the point!? No, I mean, wouldn't that be too much?"

Dun's conscience was uneasy, he was still biting the crepe that Senior Chuya bought him, and he even had a copy of the suitcase as a gift.

"Huh? Didn't I put a bucket in it? It's a small scene, don't panic."

Ms. Yosano showed an inexplicable smile: "I guess it will come in handy now."

"And my cake, which was specially placed on the table." Mr. Ranpo seemed to be participating in an interesting game, chewing on the crepe with puffy cheeks, "Where is the double cream."

Atsushi Nakajima was at a loss for a while, and subconsciously took a bite of the crepe.

hindsight.

——Did that bucket of water and cake be specially reserved for Mr. Chuya’s revenge?

You promised to play pranks with Mr. Dazai, but this is the ultimate goal!

The author has something to say: The double Sunday update list is over.

After that, it will be updated according to the fate [it will be updated at zero o'clock], and the number of words will be updated according to the requirements of the ordinary list.

I'm off to write the next door ending, bye.

Dazai: Are you kidding me, friend.

Friend: OK, OK (by coincidence, they prepare something for Zhong Ye to slaughter).