The wrong way to open the healing ability

Dazai was supposed to work in his own independent office, but now he fished in troubled waters and dumped his job to his partner. Dazai who got into Zhenzhi's office poked Dunhu's hairy head, and sat leisurely on the opposite side of the desk. In that comfortable pulley chair.

This seat usually belongs to Machi's new direct subordinate, Mr. Sakaguchi Yasugo who has been busy recently.It's just that today is the day that Zhenzhi and the brothers and sisters agreed to sign the cooperation agreement between Huajie and the Port Mafia. The hard-working Ango left the Port Mafia headquarters early this morning with the members of the militant faction assigned directly to him by the leader. building.

In addition, recently Dazai is a frequent visitor to the office to play cats (tigers), and Zhenzhi, who loves the little tiger to heaven, has no objection to Dazai's arrival. He went to the medical room to treat the seriously wounded, and after returning soon, he respectfully invited him into the office and asked him to wait for a while.

"How about this?"

Covering one eye with a bandage as usual, Dazai, wearing a mafia-specific black suit jacket, sat on a pulley chair, kicked on the ground quite childishly, slid to the desk on the chair, and approached Dun, who was sweating coldly and trying to pretend that he was just a naive little tiger, asked in a much more cheerful tone than usual.

"You answer three of my questions, and I'll consider helping you solve your current troubles."

Dun's original plan was to temporarily disguise himself as an ignorant animal.

Although Atsushi did intend to ask Dazai for help, his intuition told him that if he really told everything he knew, something terrible might happen. After all, Mr. Dazai's current aura was too dangerous.

Originally, his description of Akutagawa was only dubious, but when he saw Mr. Dazai himself as a member of the mafia, Atsushi realized that he was too naive.

But when Mr. Dazai proposed to solve his troubles with the same tone of voice as in the Armed Detective Agency, Atsushi, who had been trying to bury his head in his white belly, raised his head subconsciously and looked in the direction where the voice came from. , the second half of Dazai's tone made Dun feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"...You are a person from the future who came to the present through ten years of rocket launchers, but for unknown reasons, you have changed into the appearance of a tiger."

Although he had guessed a long time ago, in order to ensure the accuracy of the conclusion, Dazai, who conducted another verification, got the answer he wanted, then resumed his original speaking tone, and gave Dun Dunhu a fairly harmless smile.

"Very well, that's the first question, so let's move on to the second."

Dazai stretched out one finger, dabbed some red ink pad on Dun Dunhu's forehead, and squeezed the flesh pads on the tiger cub's paw with the other hand.

"Do you belong to the Port Mafia, the Supernatural Secret Service, or the Armed Detective Agency?"

Dunhu was deeply aware of the horror that Mr. Dazai hid in front of everyone in the detective agency, and the stupidity of his idea of ​​asking Mr. Dazai for help. In order to avoid leaking more information, he finally chose to squat without saying a word. On the table, he was motionless, but the slightly trembling round ears still exposed Dun's restlessness at this time.

Atsushi, who was staring down at the table, heard Dazai chuckle.

"I didn't expect that I would be a member of the Armed Detective Agency in the future. This is really interesting. Then let's ask the third question, little tiger."

Dazai didn't care about the resistance shown by Ilton.

"Why are you so frightened when you see Mr. Zhenzhi?"

If talking about the first two questions, Dazai was trying to verify his own speculation, then the last question was more like casual chatting, and he didn't expect Aun who could neither speak nor write to give him any answer.

"Then may I ask Dazai-kun, who left his job to Chuya-kun and came here alone to bully the kittens, when will he be able to go back to work honestly?"

Just after finishing the treatment of the seriously wounded, Zhenzhi, who coughed in a low voice, opened the door and entered his office, when he heard Dazai's last question, and complained angrily.

Dazai pinched one of Atsushi's paws and waved it like a beckoning cat, but he didn't care that he was caught straight for asking the little tiger.

"It's a tiger cub, tiger cub. Has Mr. Machi completely regarded the little tiger as a cat?"

After Zhenzhi coughed up blood, he felt that his breathing became easier.He didn't bother to pay attention to Dazai's correction, picked up the poor Dun Dunhu from Dazai's claws, and wiped off the red ink pad on the little tiger's forehead with a soft cloth.

Noticing the red plum blossom print on the blank paper, Zhenzhi raised his eyebrows, put the little tiger back on the desk, picked up a few blank papers and put them in front of the little tiger, and even opened a new box of ink pads. If I have money, I can play whatever you want.

"..."

Dazai looked around with Zhenzhi’s disdainful eyes, and found that this spacious office has unknowingly added a lot of cat toys that are so luxurious that people want to play with them, even cat litter. The pots are placed in a row.

Not to mention the food that Dun Dunhu brought to Dun Dunhu after the true knowledge diagnosis and treatment.

Although the appearance of this mouth-watering lunch looks quite similar to human food, it is actually animal-specific food that has been carefully cooked by professionals. It is guaranteed that although the appearance is like a tiger, the heart is thin and thick. While the tiger can eat it, it can also grow up with sufficient nutrition and a comprehensive and healthy growth.

Inexplicably, Dazai felt that he was treated worse than a fake cat in Zhenzhi's place. The carefully prepared cat food in a transparent disposable lunch box actually looked better than the set meal in the cafeteria that Hong Kong and Hei are proud of.

"Mr. Zhenzhi obviously knows that this little tiger has a person from the future in his core, and even the prepared food is specially made in a shape acceptable to humans."

Dazai sat on the pulley chair and slowly turned around on the spot, with subtle dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Yes, I did already know."

Zhenzhi, the rich man who spent a lot of money on Dundu, sat down on the office chair behind the desk, Rua expressionlessly grabbed Dunhu who froze again, and looked at Dazai with a clear expression in his eyes It means "what does it have to do with you if I pet furry".

"Then Mr. Zhenzhi is not curious about his future?"

"There are only two possibilities for my future, so even if I know it, it won't change my current thinking. But Dazai-kun, it's better for you to go back to your office as soon as possible."

Either face the predetermined death calmly, or continue to live on the last breath.

Zhenchi recalled the chance encounter on the way back to the office, and was angrily looking for Nakahara Chuya, who was absent from work, and then synthesized the information handed over by his subordinates not long ago, and kindly suggested.

"Your partner should have just received an urgent order from the leader, and is about to set off to investigate a remote orphanage."

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, whose whereabouts were unknown before, seems to have appeared again."

Machi stood up from the seat, lifted Dazai from the pulley chair with one hand, opened the door of the office with the other hand and threw Dazai out, closed the door mercilessly, and finally gained a rare cleanliness.

It’s just that before Zhenzhi had time to enjoy a few seconds of happy solitude, the old man’s mobile phone that was originally placed on the table suddenly gave out a ringtone representing an incoming call. The volume was so loud that it scared Dun Dunhu, who was still trying to paw at the paper with his claws. With a jump, he opened his tiger eyes and looked at the screen of the elderly phone.

After seeing the contact person's name clearly, Atsushi, who had been a little sluggish because of Dazai's fatal three-question question, became visibly excited.

Zhenzhi, who had just sent away the troublemaker, suddenly had a bad feeling, and went back to his desk to look at the caller ID.

"Little detective Ranpo-kun."

It seems that there is indeed trouble.