[Comprehensive] My hair is all over the world

"Nakaya-kun, you seem to have been quite busy recently."

In the building on the top floor of the port mafia, in the office of the chief, Mori Ogai stared at the blue sky like an oil painting outside the window, and made a suspicious voice.

"Yes, a friend was injured recently and needs help." Zhong Yuanzhong would not lie to his leader, so he confessed some recent events without hiding anything.

"Is it Sora-kun? No wonder his shop is closed recently. My Alice has been clamoring for chestnut cake." Mori Ogai sat behind his desk with his hands on his chin, "However, what you just said about Sora Hair-kun's ability surprised me, in my memory there is almost no one who can use different abilities like him."

Speaking of this, Mori Ogai pondered for a moment, and looked expectantly at Chuya in front of him: "Can you bring him into our Hong Kong Hei, so that Alice-chan can eat delicious cakes every day."

"This..." When Zhong Ye heard this proposal, his expression was slightly surprised. He didn't expect the leader to make such a request, so he thought about it and said, "He seems to be an intern of the Supernatural Secret Service Division now."

"Is it just an intern?" Mori Ogai said indifferently: "That's not official, just say hello to there."

Chuya: "Then let me ask the other party?"

"Alright Nakaya-kun, I will leave this matter to you." Mori Ogai changed his comfortable position and leaned on the back of the chair, "Of course it would be even better if we could see each other side by side, so that he can also feel The sincerity of our port mafia."

"Ah, I'll ask to see if he has time to come." Nakahara Chuya raised his hand and took off his hat, "Mr. Mori, do you have any orders for me to come over today?"

"That's it, Chuya-kun." Mori Owais said slowly, "The higher-ups asked us to find something."

As he spoke, he took out a photo from the drawer and placed it in the center of the desk, pointing with his white gloved fingertips, motioning for Nakaya to take it.

"That's what we're looking for," he said.

Zhong Yuanzhong also approached and reached out to pick up the photo, which was a piece of white paper that was slightly yellowed.

"What is this, white paper?" He frowned, looking at Mori Ogai with a puzzled face.For a moment, he thought it was the leader being bent over by Dazai, teasing him.

"Don't be confused, it's just a blank piece of paper, something you need to find." Mori Ogai explained, "This is the torn paper from the "book", a piece of paper that can change the world by writing words on it. "

"Is there any other clues?" Zhong also asked: "How can I be sure that it is a book page and not some ordinary white paper."

"Well." Mori Ogai changed his sitting position again, "You just need to know, you don't need to look for it, after all, the main force is not us. Moreover, this page seems to have been in someone else's hands, and it is not easy to get it back It's gone."

"So in order to deal with the higher-ups, I just have to put on a show." Zhong Yuanzhong also instantly understood what the leader wanted to express.

"Yes, Chuya-kun. Compared with this, I hope you can put the first task first." Mori Ogai said in his deep voice.

"Understood Mr. Mori, I will do it as soon as possible." Nakahara Chuya nodded, put on his hat and was about to leave, but the leader stopped him again.

"By the way, there is one thing I'm actually curious about. The condition you mentioned just now for the other party's ability to copy is to capture the hair, right?"

"Yes, it's the hair." Zhong also asked strangely, "Is there any problem?"

"I'm just a little bit interested." Mori Ogai pondered for a moment and said, "How to snatch hair? One hair, or several??"

"Ah, this..." Zhong also recalled the two examples he saw in that world, so he said, "It's a bunch, the positions seem to be random."

"So it's so much?" Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows and repeated, "The location is random?"

"Yes, randomly. Sometimes it's the center of the top of the head, sometimes it's the hairline." Zhong also truthfully told the situation he saw Hisoka and Kuroro at the time, and then he saw The expression of the leader of the family gradually became stiff.

"Then what, Chuya-kun. Let my suggestion be void. I suddenly remembered that the matter explained by the superior is urgent. You should go to the pages of the book first." Mori Ogai stretched out his hand to rub his forehead when he spoke, and he didn't know if he wiped it subconsciously. The cold sweat on the forehead still couldn't help touching his hairline.

"Okay..." Zhong Yuanzhong, who didn't know why, was also stunned for a moment and asked: "Then Xiangta, when should we make an appointment?"

"about?"

"That's right." I don't know why the leader's attitude changed suddenly, but Chuya still asked dutifully: "Didn't Mr. Mori just say that he wanted to see him."

"Ah, you said this, I forgot." Mori Ogai sat up straight again and propped his chin on the desk with his hands, "I suddenly don't have time recently, let's talk about it later."

"Oh, oh yes. And then..."

"No more, Chuya-kun."

"Okay...Mr. Mori."

So Nakahara Chuya left Mori Ogai's office with a confused face.

……

After recuperating for a few days, Sorama Shota finally recovered his former spirit. When he went to the hospital for a follow-up examination on the last day, he happened to meet the same doctor who was attending the consultation.

"Ah, you're finally here." As soon as Sora Hair Shota sat down, the other party started the mode of reminiscing about old times and making daily routines. "Why didn't your two friends come with you today?"

"I've recovered, so I don't need others to accompany me?" For some reason, he even wanted to run away when he saw this doctor again.

"That's right, take it off." He slowly pulled out a new rubber glove from the table, put it on, and pushed his glasses. "I'll see how it's recovering."

"Do I still need to see it? My swelling has gone down." Sora Shota's mouth twitched, quite reluctantly.

"Then why are you here?"

"Follow up."

"That's all right, hurry up."

Sora Hair Shota: ...

A few minutes later, Sora Shota, who was sitting on the bed in the consulting room, got up silently, watching the doctor write on his medical record card.

"Tsk, no matter how many times you look at it, it's as perfect as a work of art."

"..."

"After the swelling subsides, the color and shape... Tsk tsk, you really don't intend to dedicate your life to medicine?"

"No :)"

"Okay, okay, don't look at me like that, I'm not a pervert. You've recovered well, so you don't have to come here in the future."

"Okay, thank you." Sora Shota finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, what a pity." The doctor finished writing the last stroke and handed him the medical record, wondering if he couldn't see him after the pity.

Anyway, Sora Shota hurriedly picked up his medical records and opened the door of the consulting room, and fled without looking back.

"Ah, young people nowadays can't help being funny at all."

……

Shota Sora, who finally left the hospital, was relieved. He raised his hand to see that it was just noon, so he took the subway to his restaurant.

There is no source of income after not opening for many days. Fortunately, the boss gave him a considerable amount of compensation some time ago, so even if he does not open the store for a month, he does not have to worry about money.And recently, he has received condolences from the other party one after another, and there are so many that the family can't fit them.

Big brother is really kind, Sora Shota thought as he opened the store door.

The restaurant, which hadn't been opened for a long time, looked very lonely and empty, with a little dust on the floor and table tops.

Shota Sora went to the bar, picked up a rag and started cleaning.

After an unknown amount of time, Shota Sora, who had just finished wiping the last table, heard footsteps coming in from outside the door.

"Hello, we are temporarily closed today." He turned around and saw a man wearing a fur hat in summer.

The person adjusted his hat and opened his mouth, his voice was as elegant as a cello: "Aren't you open today?"

"Yes, please come back tomorrow." Sora Hair Shota glanced at the few strands of hair hanging under his hat, which didn't look too much.Immediately looking away with disinterest, he politely said, "I'm really sorry."

"I'm obviously looking forward to it."

"I'm so sorry, something has happened recently."

"Well, I've waited for many days and this day is not bad."

The man seemed disappointed, his eyes drooping, and his head tilted. "By the way, what's your name, does this restaurant usually deliver food?"

"I'll deliver it when I have time." Sora Shota turned around with the rag in his hand, and then carefully looked at the method.It was a young man with a pale complexion and looked a little sick. His black bangs on his forehead were a little long, hanging down to the tip of his nose. It seemed that he hadn't taken care of his hair for a long time. "Just call me Shota."

"Well, it's our first meeting, my name is Fyodor Dostoevsky." The sickly young man who doesn't like to take care of his hair introduced himself: "I heard that your restaurant has a good reputation, and I've always wanted to try it. taste."

"Ah, this... What a coincidence, I have something to do recently, but it will open tomorrow. Or you can leave a phone number for me, and I will contact you when it opens tomorrow, Mr. Fior M... Sorry." Shota Sora got stuck in the middle of speaking, "So why bother, can you give me your name again?"

Dosi slowly curled the corner of his mouth: "Fyodor Dostoyevsky."

"Well, Fyodor... your name is really long, sounds like a Russian?" Shota Sora's eyes flashed as if thinking of something, and he asked tentatively: "But it doesn't look like it, don't you Is it mixed blood?"

"Don't they look like Russians? Then what kind of Russians should be." Tosi looked over with his dark red eyes and asked slowly, his voice was still so elegant and unhurried.

"Eh... Fighting nation? Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall stature??" These words popped up in Sora Hair Shota's mind instantly, and then he looked at the person in front of him who had nothing to do with these words at first glance and asked: "Look Go up, a little anemic?"

"Hmm... so in your heart, Russians are like this. It's strange, but unfortunately I'm not." Tosi said and coughed twice, "Your air conditioner is turned on a little too loudly."

"I was cleaning just now, so I turned on the air conditioner..." Kong Maoxiang looked at the big sun outside the window and said silently: "How about I go make you a pot of brown sugar water?"

"Thank you, no, I'll come again next time."

Then the strange man, Fyodor Dostoevsky, turned and left his shop.

After he left, Shota Sora felt that something was wrong the more he thought about it, he always felt that the other party didn't seem to be here for dinner at all, but it seemed that he came here specially to meet him, and left after seeing him.He even had a premonition that what the other party said 'come again next time' actually meant 'never again next time'.

So after thinking about it for a long time, Sora Hair Shota still called Dazai first, told him that such a person came to the store today, and asked him if he knew him.

However, what he didn't expect was that the other party directly warned him to wait in the restaurant on the phone and never go out.Having said that, Sora Hair Shota instantly knew who that person was just now.

Ten minutes later, Osamu Dazai came to his restaurant.

"Have you seen him?" He looked a little unsteady, as if he had just rushed over from somewhere.

"Well, is this the 'good-hearted Russian' you've been talking about?" Kong Maoxiang asked impatiently: "Why did he suddenly come to my restaurant?"

"Because he probably got the pages of the book." Dazai took a sip of tea and explained: "The page is not something you can achieve by writing anything, you must follow a certain logic."

"So he's here to check the details?"

"Yes, he is probably thinking about how to write you in."

"Wait..." Kong Maoxiang was too surprised, "Why did you write me in?? Is it because I am close to you?"

"That's right." Dazai put down his teacup, "And you're also very close to Chuya and Ayatsuji, and you're also related to the Supernatural Secret Service."

"..."

"So Ah Xiang, you are actually more important than you think~"

"I..." Kong Mao Xiangtai sighed, "Then what should I do?"

"It's fine as usual, you can't control the power of the pages." Dazai suddenly looked at him seriously, "Sora-kun, can I ask you something?"

"What?" Sorama Shota was still immersed in his own thoughts, he didn't want to be shocked by such a serious Dazai, he asked anxiously. "you say."

"If one day the detective agency becomes an enemy of the whole world, what will you do?"

"Ah?" Kong Maoxiang, who thought it was a serious question, was stunned for a moment, "Why do you make enemies of the world..."

"I mean if, you just need to answer." Dazai looked at him fixedly, as if he really wanted an answer.

"Of course I will believe that you must have some hidden secrets, and I will find out the reason..." He said something flashed in his mind, looked into Dazai's eyes and asked: "Can "Book" even change this? "

Dazai who got the answer didn't speak, but lowered his eyes and closed them for a while, and when he opened them again, the serious expression just now was gone, but he said jokingly: "I just asked casually, I didn't expect you, Xiang It took me so seriously."

Shota Sora: "..."

"Okay, it's getting late, I should go." Dazai said after drinking the last sip of tea, put down his teacup and got up and was about to leave when a familiar voice suddenly came from the door.

"Are you talking about this 'book'? "Tuo Si, who had been away for a while, unexpectedly stood at the door, holding a piece of paper with a smile, and said as if asking for credit: "Look, I have already written half of it. "

"Ah...that's amazing." Osamu Dazai was slightly taken aback, and also smiled and praised the other party: "The writing is beautiful, Majin."

While the two were talking, Sorama Shota focused all his attention on the white paper held in the Russian man's hand, and the degree of yellowing was exactly the same as half of the paper in his notebook.

His heart beat a little faster.

At this moment, Dazai said again: "By the way, can you let me take a closer look at your handwriting? I want to appreciate it."

"This is impossible." Tuo Si put away the paper, "After all, I finally got it."

"Maybe it's fake." Dazai smiled, but the smile was very vigilant and cold.

"It's also possible." Tosi didn't get angry or refute, but happily suggested: "Then let me try a sentence that will be fulfilled soon."

As he spoke, he took out a 2B pencil from his pocket, "Why don't you just write: Mr. Xiangtai was accidentally knocked down by a scaffolding on the construction site when he went out, and he was seriously injured and died?"

Sora Shota, who was suddenly cueed, was swept away by the other party's eyes, and suddenly felt chills.

"Not at all." Osamu Dazai smiled. "It's been too long."

"Okay then, I'll change it." Tosi bowed his head and pondered for a while, "Ah, I thought of it. Then write: Osamu Dazai was very surprised to see me appear, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground and knocked off a piece of paper accidentally. One front tooth, broken ribs. How about this?"

Saying "唰唰唰" with great pleasure, he wrote this sentence on the paper.

"Ah, I'm so touched that you wasted the pages of the book just to make me fall." Osamu Dazai waited for his legs to feel weak as he spoke, wondering what the strength of the pages was.

At this time, Shota Sora behind him was just thinking about what would happen if he went to help the other party for a while, but he didn't want the Russian's malicious voice to sound again: "Oh, by the way, I also wrote Shota Sora went to help and caused himself Where it was injured it was injured again, and it left an incurable aftereffect."

Shota Sora: "..."

"Ah, you are really wicked." Dazai narrowed his eyes.

Holding the pen, Tosi looked at the two happily, showing an expression of winning.

But the fact is...

1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes passed and nothing happened :)

Tosi:? ?

The author has something to say: Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone!