The wrong way to open the healing ability

The iris eyes behind Dazai's mask looked clear and transparent under the dim light of the bar, exuding youthful innocence.

He thought about this question seriously for two seconds, then stretched out his fingers and poked the mask on his face.

"Probably because the basement has a special bonus for wound recovery?"

"Liar! Is there a recovery magic circle in the basement!"

Anwu, who almost dropped the wine glass in his hand, took a sip of the wine speechlessly to suppress his shock, and looked at his friend as if he was looking at a shameless bastard who had no bottom line and took advantage of others.

If it weren't for Dazai being a cadre and overpowering him in terms of position, Ango could point directly at Dazai's nose and make sharp complaints.

"You stabbed Mr. Eguchi seriously, yet you still..."

"...Ango, don't say that."

In case it is really just recuperating in the basement, there is nothing else to do.

Odasaku's difficult words prevented Ango from continuing.

As a former killer, his psychological quality made his expression calm at this time, but from his slightly trembling fingertips, it could be seen that his mood was not calm at this time.

"According to Mr. Eguchi's character, did he really not beat you up?"

Having been a direct subordinate of Zhenzhi for a period of time before, Ango is quite familiar with Zhenzhi's style of work.Although he looks gentle and polite and easy to bully, if others dare to make trouble for him, they will definitely redouble their revenge.

If something really happened, Dazai probably wouldn't be able to drink with them here properly.

"I was beaten, but not in the face."

Aggrieved, Dazai pointed to his face covered by bandages, and sighed.

"Probably because the cadre's promotion ceremony will be held soon, so I didn't slap my face in order to save face. But the wound on my body is still painful. Zhenzhi is really too shy."

"She was so cute when she was asleep, and even rubbed against my palm, but when she woke up, she hit her so hard."

Dazai didn't know whether he was complaining or showing off, even Odasaku, who was the most calm before, said "ah", with a tangled expression on his face.

"Congratulations?"

"Uh-huh."

From the joyful expression on Dazai's face, it can be seen that he has been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

Ango, who was in charge of making complaints, sat in his seat with a blank expression on his face, his round-rimmed glasses glowed white, and at this moment, his fingers holding the wine glass were so hard that they turned white.

Although now as a friend, he should say "Congratulations" as frankly as Oda Saku, but now he has too many things backlogged in his heart.

Whether he was an undercover agent for the port mafia from the Special Agents Section, or Mimic, an outside organization that had already arrived in Yokohama, he couldn't be honest.

"But Dazai, since you have done something of that magnitude, even if Eguchi beat you up, you should apologize properly when we meet next time."

"It's also important to consider the other person's mood."

After earnestly congratulating, Odasaku kindly advised.

After all, the family raised a lot of children, and dealt with a lot of emotional disputes in their daily work. At this time, Odasaku had the temperament of an old father, and successfully choked Dazai.

Although Dazai himself thinks this sentence is very reasonable, it is really heartbreaking to say it in such a serious tone.

"...In a sense, Odasaku is indeed a terrifying man who hits the nail on the head."

If Dazai can meet Machiko himself, there are ways to persuade him to come back.But now Zhenzhi doesn't know which country he is still wandering in, how can he cheat back if he can't even find anyone.

Dazai, who was originally in a happy mood, felt a little helpless when he thought of this, and even the bronze mask that he put on his face just now became heavy.

This thing was sent to Ango by Makoto, but he didn't have anything.

The reminder tone of the mobile phone email broke the dull atmosphere between the three of them. Dazai, who was staring at the wine glass in a daze, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and checked the newly sent email with interest.

This mobile phone is not his usual work mobile phone, but a personal mobile phone whose number is only known to a few people.

People who know this private mobile phone number generally do not choose to contact him in such a gentle and harmless way as emails, and most of them call him directly.

It was an email from an unfamiliar number, and the content was quite interesting.

"Send a commission to the Armed Detective Agency to recover the suitcase containing precious souvenirs lost by Osamu Dazai."

Dazai read out the text on the picture in the email word by word in a low voice, thoughtfully.

It was a very ordinary-looking letter of entrustment, the amount of commission was not low, and a large gift pack of snacks was attached, but Dazai's own name was written on the client's place.

"Armed detective agency?"

Ango, who was sitting next to him, heard Dazai talking to himself, and pushed his glasses subconsciously.

Osamu Dazai, the youngest cadre in the history of the Port Mafia, actually has a personal relationship with the Armed Detective Agency, which is something that the Supernatural Secret Service does not know.

Dazai, who was concentrating on the phone screen, shifted his gaze slightly, and stayed on the face of Ango who was muttering to himself for two seconds, then retracted his gaze as if nothing had happened.

Dazai took out another work mobile phone without hesitation, and transferred 10 US dollars as a deposit to the bank account written on the power of attorney.

Dazai, who is usually called poor every day even though he has the salary of a cadre, seems to be spending money that is not his own.

The avatar of the unfamiliar number was standing next to the phone. Less than five seconds after receiving the deposit, a new picture and a string of addresses were sent to Dazai's phone.

It's an ordinary-looking large suitcase.

Dazai stared at the suitcase for a while, as if he saw something to be happy about, his mood suddenly jumped up.

"Got you."

Although Dazai's expression and tone were gentle, Ango who was sitting next to him still shivered.

Zhenzhi, who had just left the Armed Detective Agency and was about to deal with the trial of joining the agency, sneezed.

Is it a cold?

No, his physical fitness is much better now than before, so he shouldn't catch a cold casually.

Zhenzhi apologized to the pedestrians passing by, and suddenly felt a chill behind her.

……

"Mr. Ranpo, is this really okay?"

Kunikida Doppo raised his glasses, watched helplessly as Ranpo took out a blank piece of paper and wrote a power of attorney not long after Machi left, and happily sent the power of attorney to others.

"Eguchi asked us to dispose of this suitcase before leaving, saying that the farther the better, but..."

But what Kunikida didn't expect was that the starting price of Ranpo sitting on the ground was 20 US dollars, and even added a big gift bag of snacks, which was obviously a private product.

With the permission of Machi himself, Kunikida already knew that the box contained some souvenirs from all over the world, although the price was not high, but they were very commemorative.

Although you can see the true feelings of the people who carefully selected these things, but no matter what, they are not worth 20 yuan, which is a complete lion's mouth.

Will the other side really give it?

As an honest person, Kunikida has a disturbed conscience at this moment, and even feels very sorry for his future new colleagues.

"It's okay, after the 20, Ranpo-sama will find a reason to return it to Zhenzhi."

Luanbu took a photo of the suitcase with great interest, with a little pride in his emerald green eyes.

"Master Ranpo is willing to make a move. You still have to accept a reward like a gift pack of snacks. If you don't ask for five gift packs of snacks, it's already a discount from Lord Ranpo for the sake of Zhenzhi!"

Kunikida was confused.

What surprised him even more was that less than a minute after the deceitful power of attorney was sent out, he received a text message on his mobile phone in which $1 was credited to the public account of the Armed Detective Agency.

As soon as Ranpo heard the sound of Kunikida's mobile phone receiving a text message, he sent the photo of the suitcase that he had prepared a long time ago.

"Master Ranbu is right, even if the asking price is 40, the other side will give it."

After all, Dazai didn't spend his own money.

Thinking of this, Ranbu, who was originally in a happy mood, was a little depressed, but soon became happy again.

Anyway, it won't be long before Zhenzhi is the Armed Detective Agency, and they are on their side. No matter how you look at it, the port mafia has lost a lot.

"Kunikida, you and Atsushi-kun take the suitcase and wait at the appointed place. The person who came to pick up the things knows Atsu-kun."

"good evening!"

As soon as Luanbu finished speaking, the energetic little tiger pushed open the door of the detective agency, still holding a basketball in his hand, and it seemed that he came directly after finishing the club activities.

Even though he already knew what Ranpo said was correct, Kunikida was still a little surprised.

"Nakajima, didn't you ask me for leave this morning, saying that you can't come to part-time job because of club activities today?"

The little tiger scratched his head shyly, and put the basketball in his hand on his usual seat.

"I did plan like this, but I have already finished my summer homework, and I have nothing else to do when I get home. I still plan to come to the detective agency to help organize the documents."

Of course, the most important reason is that Akutagawa didn't know why the air pressure was so low during this period, and he was very hostile to him. His intuition told him that it would be better not to have direct contact.

"Atsushi-kun, there is a new request. You and Kunikida will deliver the items directly to the designated place."

When the little tiger saw the suitcase to be transported and the name of the client given by Ranbu, his eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

"Is it something Mr. Machi gave to Mr. Dazai?"

I don't know where Zhenzhi custom-made a large number of suitcases of this style. How many times I have sent special products back during this period of time, and how many identical suitcases are there at home.

Kunikida, who didn't know about the entanglement between the two, had a strange expression on his face, nodded his head resolutely, and took a lollipop with a novel flavor in his mouth.

"Go, if you procrastinate, you will encounter bad things."

Just less than 10 minutes away from the detective agency, Atsushi happened to meet Akutagawa who obviously just came back from the port mafia, but was not with Dazai.

"..."

As expected of Mr. Ranpo.

When Akutagawa, who was originally quite bright, saw Atsushi holding a suitcase, his expression turned gloomy like a Sichuan drama.

He ignored Kunikida who was standing next to him, and stared at Atsushi with a ferocious expression.

"Renhu, where are you going with Mr. Zhenzhi's things?"

Facing Akutagawa's sharp gaze, Atsushi who twitched at the corner of his mouth bit the bullet, it was really impossible to make up.

"I want to give something to Dazai-san."

Akutagawa's face darkened.

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There are three main reasons why Kakukata is not pleasing to the eye: Dazai, Shinchi, and summer homework (bushi)