Yokohama First Reconstruction Division

The moment Shiraki saw Nakahara Chuya, he was shocked by the beauty that rushed to his face.

In the previous reconstruction mission between Baimu and Hong Kong Hei, he had met Zhongya from a distance, but that time Zhongye hurried out to catch up with the task and didn't notice Baimu who was walking past with his head down.

Shiraki was deeply impressed by the windbreaker that he hung on his shoulders and swayed gently as he walked. Later, he learned that this handsome man in his early 20s was the famous gravitational operator of the combat power ceiling in Hong Kong and black, and finally understood. What happened to the self-adhesive windbreaker and the hat that couldn't be blown off no matter how the wind blows.

I have to say that gravity made him look a bit embarrassed now, but in this irregular mess, not only did he not look annoying, but he showed an indescribable sex appeal.

Nakahara Chuya's facial features are heroic and beautiful. After these two completely different temperaments are blended together without conflict in him, it makes his beauty more aggressive.Although his stature is flawed, his unrestrained eyes and his informal way of dressing in details add to his personal charm beyond gender at this time.

No matter how precocious Shiraki was, he was still a 17-year-old boy. At this time, he saw Zhongye's forehead hair slightly wet with sweat, stared blankly for a moment, and then looked away.

This kind of beauty invasion with a little bit of badness is really an aesthetic that can reach Bai Mu's heart.It has been a long time since the feeling of being completely poked in personal aesthetics made Shiraki a little dizzy.

Zhong also glanced at him, seeing that Bai Mu was unfamiliar, but with a fresh temperament and a good appearance, he is the type that can easily be liked by others, so he asked in a low voice: "Hey, are you also from the Armed Detective Agency?"

Zhong Ye's voice was low-pitched, but his timbre was not rough at all. Matching his messy appearance at this time, the combination of sensuality and sensuality made his aggressiveness even more lethal.

Bai Mu couldn't move his eyes back, he took a step back as if he wanted to get rid of the influence, and shook his head repeatedly, "I just came to deliver the courier."

Chuya, who didn't realize the flawed logic in this sentence at all, kicked the door of the room the next moment, shouted angrily, and called out the name of the same person who sent Shiraki an email asking him to come here: " Edogawa—Ranpo!"

The locked door was kicked away, revealing the empty office inside.

Being locked up in the novel and fighting with five hundred murderers without being able to use supernatural powers until the sky is dark and the earth is dark, the first thing he does when he comes out of the detective novel is to find the murderer. The famous detective caught up in this bad experience is out of breath.

But he hit the cotton with a heavy punch, and he was full of anger, and he was even more angry.

Shiraki peeked inside through the broken door, and found that although there was no one in the detective agency, the decoration was in good condition and the furniture was in order. It seemed that there was no need for maintenance.

Then he soon knew why he had come.

There was an erase board at the door, on which was written a very bad sentence "Hi~chuya, no one of us is here, are you surprised or not?"

This sentence is followed by an extremely arrogant "^-^", which is full of sarcasm.

Chuya's anger broke through the threshold at this moment.

"Too-zai----!!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Shiraki thought regretfully, it's a pity that Dazai is not here, otherwise he might have succeeded.

A row of window panes in the office cracked without any warning, and the damaged glass flew into the office in the opposite direction, leaving glass shards all over the floor.

The provocative erasing board was crushed into powder at the first moment, the cuffs that Nakaya unbuttoned were flying upward against gravity, the floor he stepped on cracked like crushed ice, and the ripples extended to the desk , The hard wooden planks of the table shattered and collapsed.

Cracks appeared on the wall, and the decorations on the wall crackled and fell off. Such a large office was almost flattened in an instant under the operation of gravity, and there was a horrible rumbling sound, the sound of objects being crushed.

Bai Mu hesitated and said: "That..."

Zhong also turned his head full of anger, but saw Shiraki pointing his finger at the floor, "This is a commercial building, and the downstairs is a newly opened beauty salon. Because of the promotional activities, many young girls are keen to patronize it recently. here."

Chuya's face was still ugly, but the movement of his feet was much lighter, and the creepy crushing sound from the whole office was reduced by more than half.

Then Shiraki continued to add: "In order to attract young mothers who are married and have children, the beauty salon also launched a new activity this month. When they do beauty treatment, professional nursery staff will help them take care of their children. It is said that word of mouth is very good. I just said When I came up, I saw a lady with two children."

The destructive voices in the entire office stopped abruptly, and Chuya retracted the step he had taken.

As a port mafia, he has kindness and consideration hidden deep in his heart. This is simply the type of man Bai Mu admires and likes the most. He sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you, you are such a good man."

Zhong Ye: "..."

After knowing that there were women and children downstairs, Chuya's anger subsided a lot, but being praised as a good person so sincerely, as a cadre of the port mafia, he still felt something was wrong.

After Shiraki took the initiative to talk, Chuya carefully looked at his appearance, "...Why are you so familiar with the situation of the neighbors of the Armed Detective Agency? You said it was a courier delivery, but where is the courier?"

Zhong Ye actually found something wrong.

Shiraki pointed to the miserable office after being ravaged by gravity, "Probably... this is it?"

Chuuya frowned in confusion, Shiraki confirmed his identity and said: "I have seen you...Master Chuya. Last night, I just received an order to rebuild your office building in Hong Kong Hei - including you on the outside steps. The pit you stepped out of."

With such a specific example, Zhong Ye couldn't help but believe in his identity, so his expression and voice were removed from the corners, and the hoarseness that was deliberately suppressed was gone. Zhong Ye's voice was different and nicer than before, "Reconstruction Teacher? I really heard Sister Hongye mention it."

Bai Mu suggested friendlyly: "Why don't you smash it again to vent your anger? I'll fix it after smashing it."

Zhong also had a half-smile: "No, you fix it now, and I'll smash it after I finish it."

Bai Mu refused without hesitation for a second: "No, unless you give me the money to repair it twice."

What's more, the anger gauge of the fancy also doesn't look like it can be cleared by just hitting it twice.

Today is Sunday, but Shiraki hasn't finished his homework, let alone books to read.

He doesn't want to dismantle and repair here and in, and end up in a tug-of-war. Since there are irreconcilable contradictions, he should actively seek common ground.

Bai Mu pondered for a moment, and said, "How about this? I'll make some changes here, so that every time the entire Armed Detective Agency sits in this office, they will be afraid of you and never dare to offend you at will. how?"

Chuya's expression relaxed, obviously curious about his proposal: "What are you going to do?"

Shiraki focused his eyes on Chuya's delicate facial features in a legitimate manner, and said sincerely: "Of course... Keep the mighty and fierce figure of Chuya-sama in this office forever! In this way, no matter which bastard provokes Chuya My lord is angry, and under the influence of time and time, I will tremble uncontrollably when I see you again in the future."

Chuya, who was stared at by Shiraki's simple and warm eyes, felt a little embarrassed, but... it actually felt good to be watched by such a beautiful child younger than himself with eyes full of trust and admiration.

So he held on to his hat and avoided looking at Bai Mu, "Ha... sounds like a good suggestion. Since you are a rebuilder who has worked with Hong Kong and Hei, then I will leave it to you."

Chuya, who was a little shy at this moment, suddenly let Shiraki out of his beauty.

Zhong is also a person with a distinct personality. He is similar to the kind of person who attracts Shiraki the most, but he is not exactly the same.

Bai Mu slowly recovered his calm judgment.

After all, he didn't ask for leave on Monday for nothing.

Shiraki smiled beautifully, "Since I have a long-term friendly cooperative relationship with Hong Kong gangsters, there is no need to lie to you here, smashing an office with no one is far less interesting than smashing people, and physical torture is not as impressive as mental torture , in that case, just wait and see."

Zhong also thought about it, and was convinced by Bai Mu's logic: "That's good... Also, don't use honorifics for me, what's your name?"

Shiraki pulled out a business card and handed it to him, "Chuya, I have something that must be done, which is likely to be the same thing as what you will have to do soon...... It’s the perfect time to start your car and go for a drive.”

Zhong also took the business card, but narrowed his eyes dangerously: "You seem to know something that I don't know, and I... don't like the feeling of being concealed like this."

"There is absolutely no intention to hide Chuya." Shiraki walked into the Armed Detective Agency, showing him a quiet smile before closing the door, "We will meet again soon."

This smile successfully appeased Chuya's irritability. He thought it must be because he was standing at the door of the Armed Detective Agency that he had an illusion, otherwise how could he feel Dazai's gaze on this young man who looked younger than himself? The subtle sense of control in the overall situation?

As long as he gets close to that mackerel's territory, he will feel uncomfortable all over, so it's better to leave as soon as possible.Zhong also inadvertently caught a glimpse of the tangled orange hair on his shoulders, finally comprehending his personal image at this time, his expression froze for a moment, and he ran away avoiding people.

At seven o'clock in the evening, all the members of the Armed Detective Agency returned to their studio after a two-day, one-night luxury cruise vacation at public expense.

Until the moment before opening the office door, a certain famous detective found nothing surprising, because everything came true according to his idea.

After the cool hat gentleman caught the empty office, he must be so angry that he smashed all the tables, chairs and floors, right?But he picked the right time to invite the rebuilder, so when they come back at night, apart from the bill, there shouldn't be any traces of Mr. Hat's visit.

Unexpectedly, after opening the door...

All the people in the Armed Detective Agency were stunned.

It is true that the desks, chairs and cabinets in the office are well placed in familiar positions, but... what is going on with all these cat paintings! ?

A cat with bright orange blue eyes, with gorgeous black ribbons on its neck, hands and feet, and a small cap that is as delicate as a crown crookedly on one ear, "licking" its paws and looking back indifferently... but Unexpected color.

The cat lovers in the detective agency suddenly forgot to breathe collectively.

Not only on the floor, glass and walls, but even on Ranpo and Dazai's desktops...they found orange-colored cats with different shapes and expressions that resembled someone else.

Especially Osamu Dazai's desk group, from the floor to the tables and chairs to the ceiling, a group of cats appeared in all directions without dead ends.The cats looked at the person in the seat with contempt with realistic eyes, with a sarcastic and sharp expression.

Dazai Osamu: "..."