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The name change was just a joke. Osamu Dazai would never tell Atsushi Nakajima everything he thought. He also accepted this reality and followed Osamu Dazai's arrangement.

There are three poles in the sun, and none of the community animals that should be busy are left.

The long, black beauty patted Atsushi Nakajima on the shoulder in a mischievous manner, only to see the little tiger jump up suddenly, his white hair stood on end in fright, and turned into a little hedgehog.

"So it's Naomi..."

"I should be the one to say this, Aton." Naomi was frightened by his exaggerated reaction, and asked after calming down a little, "Since just now, you have been sitting here staring at Look at the door, is something wrong?"

She also made gestures by the way: "That look, it looks like a cat abandoned at home by its owner, waiting for the door to open!"

what is that adjective...

Atsushi Nakajima paused, thinking of the two commissions that Osamu Dazai had given him, especially his instructions not to mention them to others.He gritted his teeth, chose to help Osamu Dazai keep the secret, and abruptly changed the topic of Naomi: "No, it's nothing, because there is no entrustment..."

"Well, that's true. Maybe there is something going on today. Everyone didn't come. It's the same with my brother. He went out early in the morning, but he disappeared."

With Naomi's reminder, Atsushi Nakajima discovered that except for the civilian staff in the huge detective agency, among the other familiar faces, except for walking around behind the desk and reading the newspaper, the other one was missing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help pinching the communication device hidden under his collar, and the other end was connected to Osamu Dazai.

"Come in!" Naomi said loudly when she heard the knock on the door before him.

Atsushi Nakajima trembled all over, held his breath immediately, and came.

Time lost its original quickness at this moment, and the turning of the doorknob fell in his eyes, as if a century had passed, Atsushi Nakajima's Adam's apple trembled slightly, watching it turn to the end, and then the door was pushed open from the outside.

The visitor was male as Osamu Dazai said, and both of them had met once.

As soon as the brown-haired writer came in, he performed a standard gentleman's etiquette, and introduced himself as if no one else was there: "My name is William, and this children's author is called Hans. You are welcome to call us by our first names!"

"Putting a hamster on a roller wheel for fun is the same as sending a writer out, what kind of reasonable arrangement of resources is this!" the blue-haired writer, who is small in stature but has a very mature voice, followed him in and said angrily, "It's irresistible. The evil editor-in-chief and the black-hearted publishing house who are trying their best to squeeze the labor force, as the material, people can't laugh at all!"

Naomi and Atsushi Nakajima were stunned for a while, and they looked at each other, but they couldn't correctly judge what they were here for for a while.

The dwarf writer handed out a stack of papers and beautifully packaged snacks to Naomi: "Take this, miss. Promotional leaflets, and gifts...to be simple and crude, just as a bribe to keep silent after reading this boring propaganda story."

Naomi quickly caught it, and subconsciously asked politely: "Thank you... Would you like to sit down and have something to drink?"

As soon as he heard that there were snacks, the narrow-eyed detective immediately jumped out with cheers, shook hands with the two writers respectively, and didn't shy away from the fact that the gift giver was still here, so he opened the box and took out the style he liked.

Seeing this, Atsushi Nakajima had to remind him a little bit, but Ranbu logically analyzed it for him: "Since everyone said it was a hush money, then seal my mouth with snacks, this is what everyone expects." thing."

The white-haired boy thought for a while, and suddenly felt...it seemed quite reasonable?

The movement in the detective agency was transmitted to the roof of the building through the radio, and the young man leaned on the edge of the roof, resting his chin in one hand.The wind in Yokohama is always capricious, first lingering on his forehead hair, and then abandoning it, turning to the hem of the beige coat.

When the voices of the two writers came, he was not surprised. Rather, it was because the actions of the other party just happened to confirm his speculation.

"Since this is the case, the publishing house...is there any need for such a superfluous action?" Osamu Dazai pressed his finger on the earphone in boredom, and continued to monitor the movement below.

What is known so far is that the young girl named Alice is not Mr. Mori's ability, so let's count her as a human being for the time being.

Please ask a special relationship to investigate the credentials of the publishing house, which is surprisingly complete. Although its resume is clean, its members are a bit garish.Whether it is a stowaway or a normal entry, as long as it is something that lives in this world, it will leave traces.

No, nothing, the few people running the publishing house seemed to appear out of thin air.

Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth, bit the apple in his hand, and said indistinctly: "Oh, it is thanks to this that Mr. Ranpo is willing to help me."

It is self-evident that there is anything in this world that can create so many people out of thin air.

But the purpose of the other party still needs to be confirmed. Whether it is aimed at the Armed Detective Agency or just aimed at him, all have yet to be verified.

The writers came to hand out the leaflets and left. Soon, an unfamiliar male voice came from the earphones, clear and pleasant, and Atsushi Nakajima's deliberate greeting: "It's you, Mr. Fujimaru! Huh? The matter of the leaflets refers to The one sent by the writers just now, right? It turned out to be Mr. Fujimaru’s publishing house... I didn’t expect that.”

Osamu Dazai changed his lazy attitude just now, and moved his hands and feet on the spot to make his joints more flexible and loose.

"Go and meet that guy." The slovenly young man said loudly, as if he was speaking to himself, but also as if he was speaking to someone who didn't exist here.

"Hurry up, Dazai," the narrow-eyed detective chewed the last bit of caramel on the communication end, "I found a good puzzle this time, so I decided to leave you a piece of cake as a reward! "

"As expected of Mr. Ranpo." Osamu Dazai complimented him as he went downstairs.

"I told you to run away quickly. The one who is visiting the detective agency is not the real person, but a hallucination-like ability." Ranpo glanced at the young man who was talking to Atsushi Nakajima from the corner of his eye, and threw a equipment.

He was sitting sideways, one of the two earphones he was wearing at the same time was Dazai, while the voice on the other was a little blurry, but he could recognize a woman speaking, and coincidentally, what she was telling happened to be a story that happened in a detective agency.

This is the monitor that writers have just been putting in their pockets.

By talking about the ability activated...?He took another bite of the soft and tempting snack.At first when Dazai told him about this matter, the two judged the time when the other party would appear together, but their prediction failed.

This fully aroused the interest of Edogawa Ranpo, and even imitated Shimo Dazai

Putting monitors in writers' pockets.

Osamu Dazai paused in his footsteps, and quickly came down from the rooftop.

……

Inside the publishing house.

The dark-skinned woman was holding a light stick and wearing a light-colored gauze dress. The modern-style long skirt was cut to the extreme, but it was the half-covered material that revealed infinite style.There is a little decoration in the long hair, which is slanted in front of the body, and there are golden teardrop-like eye makeup under the slightly closed eyes.

She is a unique narrator.Relying on the daughter of the story, she spins with her hands and tells with her lips. As long as she is in the story, she is the editor of everything.

Stories beyond One Thousand and One Nights are being told here.

Onmyoji supported the monitor, and the casters chose to use text to communicate in order not to startle the enemy.

Shakespeare holds up a sign: How is it?

Andersen quickly wrote the sign: It's nothing, hum, in other words, just do what those big shots say.Everything else is fine, just hope that the arrogant deadline will not happen again!

He looked out the window and wrote on the board: The baton has been replaced.

……

From the rooftop to the fourth floor, Dazai Osamu did not stop. Just at the corner of the third floor, the situation changed. Without hesitation at all, he jumped straight onto the window sill.

The echo of shoe soles on the stairs came from below.

A young man wearing a hat was walking up the stairs, the black hair under the brim was upturned vigorously, because Dazai Osamu was sitting on the window, most of the light was blocked, only a bunch of people came to shine face.

There was darkness in those blue eyes, creating an inexplicable sense of awe, even Dazai Osamu couldn't help sighing, this feeling of meeting blood and fear is really long gone.

"Osamu Dazai?" The other party slowly read out his name, which was the same as what was heard in the earphone.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was another expression in his kite-colored eyes, which disappeared like a bubble in an instant.Osamu Dazai was sitting on the window frame, with his back facing the sky, his whole body was in a loose state, like a feather accidentally caught on the window sill: "It's me. It took a lot of trouble to find me, so what is your purpose?"

"Of course I want to talk to you face to face." The young man replied.

Well, what can be confirmed is that the target of these people is him.Osamu Dazai covered the corner of his mouth with his hands, coughed twice, and then raised his voice: "That's really unfortunate, I don't want to have an interview with you."

After finishing speaking, he fell back and fell through the window in the stairwell. Almost at the same time, screams and noises from downstairs mixed together!

"Mr. Dazai!? It's too messy!" Tanizaki Junichiro lifted one side of the air cushion. He was called out by Dazai's phone call in the morning, and he was instructed to carry the air cushion with the hired labor when he heard two coughs. Come downstairs.

Although he guessed what he was going to do, he didn't do any protection in that landing position!If he doesn't come in time, Osamu Dazai will ground his brain!

"Hahaha, peace of mind, peace of mind, isn't it good to catch up~" However, I seem to be completely unaware of this danger, or enjoy the process of standing shoulder to shoulder with death.

As he spoke, he looked back at the stairwell on the third floor.

And the young man with black hair and blue eyes just stood quietly in front of the window and looked at him, without making unnecessary movements,

Osamu Dazai saw him take off his hat, and then showed a somewhat familiar smile.

It seems that tea with too much sugar can taste a choking taste.

"That's..." Dazai Osamu lay on the air cushion carried by several people, his eyes widened in surprise, and the corners of his mouth curled up in relief, "Is it some kind of supernatural ability?"

"Fujimaru Tachika" did not continue to linger at the window, and disappeared in the stairwell in a blink of an eye.

Fairy tale books do not have a specific form, everything comes from the wishes of readers.

……

"Alice is so slow—I promised to have a tea party, and I'm going to miss the time!" The blond-haired young girl in a blue and white dress muttered as she was named.

"Wait a little longer, little Alice." Mori Ogai rubbed his hands, squatted down and negotiated with her, "Let's go to order some parfait later, the biggest one, ah, yes, I also brought The camera can take many, many photos for you!"

Naturally, the actions of Fujimaru Tachika and Nakahara Chuya couldn't hide it from him. When they communicated with each other through holograms, they didn't expect that it would be fine if they were reversed, and soon they found a big killer—"I also have an Alice in my family. I promised to take her to the street, but..."

As he said that, Fujimaru Tachika showed the little girl who looked like a puppet, and she didn't forget to ask: "I was supposed to accompany this child to a tea party, but I ran out of time. You might as well..."

Mori Ogai: ...

This is really... hit the nail on the head.

He hasn't made a statement yet, but the blond-haired Alice leaned forward and looked at it for a moment, pointing to the white-haired Alice and said: "I want to play with her. Rintaro, I want to play with this child. In exchange for the dress you bought that day I I can wear it for you to see."

So that's it.

When the glass-like dreamy little girl appeared alone on the street, her light beauty constantly attracted the attention of the people around her.

Just like that, Shi Shiran came to them, and the well-educated man lifted up the black and pink skirt, and apologized with a sweet smile: "I've been waiting, I've been waiting for a long time, the bookmarks in the book, because I'm going to Filling up the rabbit hole, so Alice is late. But, if you want to be a good child, you can’t be punished with alcohol, and please pour black currant flavored tea.”

"It's actually real." The blond Alice murmured, "...just like a doll."

Mori Ogai also touched his chin, and said to himself: "Oh, this kind of taste is not bad, I didn't expect Fujimaru-kun to be so young at such a young age."

Blonde Alice pushed the man in the way to the side, and directly took nursery rhyme's hand: "It's really annoying to gossip over there, Alice don't care about Rintaro! It's okay, I will only play with me today, this is Alice and Alice's playtime!"

"Ah~ how can it be like this~ Little Alice, just be accommodating~! I'll help you get the things, I'll pay for the money, and only take one roll of photos, how about it!"

……

Fujimaru Tachika was standing on a tall building, holding a headset in his hand. The channel was specially tuned, and all his clairvoyants were online.

He thought for a while, not only turned off the microphone temporarily, but also reached out to turn off Gaitia's microphone, and asked, "How do you feel now?"

Magic casted a sideways glance at him, and answered his question vaguely, "It's the same as before."

This world, like the previous one, seems to have a cornerstone, and this cornerstone is preventing clairvoyance from observing Yokohama.

"It's fine if it's not an aggressive method, but don't be careless, tell me if you have any questions." Fujimaru Tachika said.

Getia hummed.Start here, conversations like this happen every day.

Hearing the perfunctory answer, the young man laughed.He would ask him once a day. On the one hand, he was really worried about the recurrence of the attack by the third power of Seven. On the other hand, Gaitia would always answer him despite being perfunctory. If there is a question, there will be an answer. ask.

Since what the three of them saw was not a continuous picture, and the information was seriously missing, the clairvoyant casters never imagined that they would get together to fill in the blanks one day when they were thousands of years old.

The Xian King flicked his hand on the spot, and handed everything over to Merlin: "It was originally caused by this idiot's careless play, and this king is not a parent who is responsible for the aftermath. Either fill it out by yourself, or turn it into dust on the king's magic wand." disappear!"

That's what he said, but King Xian still stayed in the channel, intending to watch the other two clairvoyant jokes at any time.

Considering the strength of the Armed Detective Agency, it is the best way to bring out Osamu Dazai alone. This matter itself belongs to Osamu Dazai and him, and has nothing to do with the Detective Agency or the publishing house, so there is no need to stir up disputes.

After Gaitia listened, he commented in a perceptive tone: "You clearly want to earn a publishing fee for the detective agency."

"Rational use of resources." Fujimaru Tatsuka emphasized.

Fujimaru Tachika pinched the information provided by the clairvoyance and set up a series of traps according to such a core design, but the other side obviously set up many traps for him.

It's a bit like talking to Moriarty or Sherlock Holmes, every step is very challenging.

Merlin noticed Maili's quietness, and began to call: "Lixiang-jun, huh? Li-xiang-jun—"

"I'm here." Fujimaru Tachika turned on the microphone again with a smile.

"The target should be only two or three hundred meters away from you, and it will probably come over soon." The Dream Demon reminded.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and the flying familiar showed that Dazai Osamu was walking with someone, at least a few blocks away from him, and the direction was Chuya in the Central Plains, and he reacted quickly: "Illusion, no, it's an illusion. Relevant abilities? But this sense of disobedience is..."

The clairvoyance possessed by the succubi is an eye that can see all over the planet. Even if it is separated by a dimension, it should be the same result as its observation. At most, there is a problem of jet lag, and there will be no problem with direction like this.

"Oh, I can't sit still anymore," the voice of King Xian came, confirming Fujimaru Tatsuka's speculation, "After discovering that the interference doesn't work, it's really a childish guy to release a false picture to tamper with it. But Do you think you can blind the eyes of this king? Hmph, there must be a limit to innocence!"

By the way, he also greeted the other two clairvoyant colleagues who were fooled by the fake picture by the local cornerstone in a mocking way.Even Merlin's flattering laughter became forced, and Gaitia almost looked like he was about to explode.

Gilgamesh's eyes are different from ordinary clairvoyance. I won't elaborate on the specifics, but they can indeed be called bugs among bugs.

Because the others collapsed halfway, the voice of the wise king sounded much more cheerful than before: "Listen, Li Xiang, this king is only responsible for providing you with the necessary information, don't expect me to even make the battle strategy for you."

"Of course." The young man finished answering with a smile, but subconsciously turned his head to look elsewhere. This place is relatively high, and other roofs can be seen at a glance.

"What's wrong?" Getia asked this time.

"It's nothing..." Fujimaru Tatsuka returned, with a subtle expression on his face, "I always feel...as if someone is looking at me. But the familiar is not abnormal, it should be an illusion."

……

Tanizaki Junichiro ran along with Dazai Osamu, getting farther and farther away from the crowd, and the two went back and forth among various idle items.

When they reached a certain place, a young man wearing a hat jumped down from a high place with his hands in his pockets, blocking their way.He was menacing, and his aura was so powerful that it was jaw-dropping.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhongyuan Zhong also ignored the shock he caused to the other side, and walked forward for a certain distance.

"You are from Port Mafia..." Tanizaki Junichiro muttered, he couldn't help but retreat a little, and instead let Dazai beside him go out, he forced his mind to calm down, and asked, "...this incident is caused by you started?"

A few stones cut through the air at high speed and hit Dazai Osamu mercilessly. The orange-haired young man replied: "Don't mix this with the port mafia, I'm just passing by, and I can see mackerel bastards Unlucky, even if I pay a high price to buy a first-class ticket, I will do it."

Enduring the stone attack, Osamu Dazai remained silent, but his figure gradually faded away.Tanizaki Junichiro swallowed his saliva, he knew that the person in front of him was strong, but he also believed what Osamu Dazai said.

Because until now, it was exactly the same as Mr. Dazai told him.

"Mr. Dazai is not here now..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhong Yuanzhong also showing a special, special, and special gloating expression.

……

After falling on the air cushion from the third floor, Osamu Dazai asked Tanizaki Junichiro to cover his real whereabouts with fine snow. The illusion created by Miyuki moved with Tanizaki Junichiro, while he hid under the air cushion and followed the hired The laborers moved in the other direction.

After parting ways, Osamu Dazai walked alone in the narrow alleys that could only accommodate one person.

When Nakahara Chuya's voice came through the communication equipment over there, even he was surprised for a moment: "Oh? This is not a coincidence at all, it seems that he was waiting there on purpose..."

"Yeah, I have spent a lot of thought to get you to come here directly." Someone interjected from outside the communication before he finished speaking.

Standing in front of him was a young man in his twenties, exactly as Atsushi Nakajima described him, with hair as black as night and eyes as blue as the sea. Although he was standing loosely, there might not be any flaws.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes: "I see, did you predict my escape route?"

"Not to mention, I was thrown away by you a few times in the middle, but I finally saw it." Fujimaru Tatsuka moved his fingers, and his knuckles clicked. He asked, "Is there anything else? I recommend you have Let’s finish talking here, don’t move on.”

"I see, there is neither surveillance nor people here... No, that's it, it's a bird." After looking around, Osamu Dazai found a reasonable explanation.

Because he has been gazing at the earth from a bird's-eye view,

But he forgot that there are existences in this world who, like him, watch the human world from a top-down perspective.

Observation is as important as prediction.

"Don't talk so badly, Fujimaru-kun. I really want to hear your reason for chasing me, but seeing your expression, I think it's better for me to run a little further." Osamu Dazai shrugged, just from there The voice came from behind the young man, and it was also his pre-planned exit.

The idle temperament on his body has not dissipated. He put one hand behind his back, shook his sleeve slightly, and a signal transmitter fell into his hand.

In front of the station, the young man holding the account book was about to use the toe of his shoe to dig out the foundation of a three-bedroom and two-living room on the spot.

It was clear that he was invited out by an uneasy partner, but he waited for a long time without seeing anyone. If Kunikida Doppo could shoot now, he would have already turned his foolish money-wasting device into a scrap.

"What the hell are you doing, you bastard Dazai!" While being furious with his partner, he seemed to sense something, and immediately activated his own ability: "——Double Yinke!"

"Mr. Dazai!!" Atsushi Nakajima was lying on the building. According to Osamu Dazai's commission, he has been tracking Dazai through the signal transmitter after Dazai left the detective agency. The paper given to him by the youth just turned into a small hook. Locking equipment, he cast it without hesitation.

After receiving it, Osamu Dazai skillfully put the equipment on his hand, and fired the chain chain towards the high place without hesitation.

There was a click, and the barb that was launched was caught on something. Osamu Dazai immediately bent his knees slightly to accumulate strength, and then jumped forward suddenly, stretching his waist and abdomen, and then kept his sideways posture to use his strength to fly over This narrow passage.

Time seemed to be slowing down here. The icy wind roared and galloped past his ears, and he could barely open his eyes. He seemed to be able to feel the heat generated by the friction between the ends of his hair and the rapidly receding wall. singing.

Osamu Dazai felt shortness of breath for the first time in a long time, his heart was beating loudly in his chest, almost jumping out of his throat, blood was rushing all over his body, making his fingers tremble slightly.

Ah, if only the situation hadn't been about running from a man.

He seemed like a chick that had fallen into an eagle's nest, and the moment he touched the bottom of the cliff, he glowed with brilliance of life, and flew out of the dark valley with a flap of his wings.

Then, hit the wall.

He slammed into it mercilessly, and the sound could make a hiss.

This time, Fujimaru Tachika strolled past, he really didn't expect this generation of script writers to end up with his own three-legged cat illusion, which he learned temporarily from Getia.

The end of this alley is not an exit. Mr. Zhuge has a lot of experience in the study of formations. He just learned the superficiality. He originally planned to use it to control the opponent, because if he acts in the dark for a long time, the five senses will become dull. Coupled with rune magic that has a confusing effect, the longer you stay, the harder it is to get out.

He projected a rope, and said as he walked, "I told you not to go there, why are you smart people so suspicious, just look at this and hit the wall."