I'm on the scramble

"What unparalleled beauty and talent, won't your conscience hurt when you praise yourself like this!"

She couldn't bear to be full of nervousness but was played by her, and the flower bag wrapped her little quilt tightly. When she caught her, she was madly complaining about the small details in the story just now.

After being born for so long, the only woman in front of him who is so self-confident and boastful is the one in front of him.

After hearing this, Ah Li immediately turned his eyebrows coldly, puffed up his mouth and asked, "Are you dissatisfied with what I said?"

It's okay to say she's cruel, but it's not okay to question her beauty and talent.Ah Li immediately slapped the table and smashed the table like a sea otter snatching the breeder's bucket lid: "You said I am not beautiful or talented? My performance is ranked second in the detective agency! "

The flower bag stepped on the wire rope that irritated her, and she was frightened and quiet like a chicken. She lost her temper and was much scarier than a ghost story.

Because of her angrily beating, the slight vibration of the tabletop was transmitted to the opposite side, as if something had just been dropped, and there was the sound of someone falling to the ground.

"It's bad, Kunikida-san passed out at some point!"

Dun who was standing next to him helped up the young man with braids in horror.

The schadenfreude Dazai finally couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed so hard that he fell on his back on the tatami, regardless of his image: "Hahahahaha! Kunikida-kun couldn't bear it when he heard the phrase 'please turn around and look at your back'. "

Ah Li kicked at the caterpillar next to him: "Don't dare to laugh! Next time you dare to put your own shark's idea on my newly bought armchair, you won't be able to go to hell happily!"

"It hurts! It's, it's not because I heard that there is a novel way to die by hiding people in a chair... I am a suicide enthusiast with pursuit, of course I want to try more vigorously death!"

Dazai pouted, looking for an excuse for himself, and in the next second, a force came from his waist, pushing him to the side.

"Fuck off."

Ah Li kicked people away mercilessly, so the bandaged young man really rolled around on the tatami in front of Yuanzi and the others, bumped into the black-haired girl next door, and was kicked by her expressionlessly like a ball kick back.

Yuanzi watched with mixed emotions: "...I must have been blind to think he was handsome back then."

Being mixed in like this, the originally brewing atmosphere was completely destroyed.

"This is not a horror story! I thought that Miss Ali would talk about work..." Dun murmured at the beginning with his heart hanging in his throat, and he didn't know whether he should be grateful for this .

These kids really don’t know how hard people think about them, Ah Li was dumbfounded, and said his truth without any defense: “Tch, it’s a pity that I deliberately picked some not-so-scary stories to tell you. To actually have such an attitude, if it wasn't because I was worried that I would scare Luanbu... ahem."

The overindulgent attitude almost uttered the name of a famous detective, Ah Li stopped talking urgently, and secretly turned his gaze to the black-haired young man on the right.

He has already relaxed his hamster-like fast eating behavior, and with the easing of the atmosphere, he has regained the aura of a famous detective, transforming from covering up panic to being able to handle it with ease.There was a faint light and shadow, as if he had noticed the girl's gaze, and his handsome face under the curly black hair revealed a bright sense of arrogance.

"Hmph, it's not a bad story, but if it's only this level, it won't scare Ranbu-sama."

With the distance between the two of them sitting next to each other, he easily captured Ah Li's head.The touch of the palm sometimes covering the top of the hair gives people a sense of reward and encouragement.

"...It's not all because of you."

Ah Li, who was patted on the head, muttered uncomfortably, and she adjusted her sitting posture to soothe her slightly twitching heartstrings.

"Quickly wake up Kunikida among those who pinched him, and the next story begins."

Ah Li greeted everyone, and then, as if wanting to vent the last remnant of emotion, he leaned forward and blew out the candle in one breath, causing the light and shadow to distort for a moment.

Everyone who participated in the game looked numbly at this little devil whose emotions were so disturbing.

... Listen to what people say?

"So it should be my turn next?"

Dazai, who was sitting under Ah Li, had recovered his blood during this period of time, and had already been revived with full blood, and he straightened up from the tatami like a mummy with a dead body.

The smile on his lips was mysterious and handsome, one could see that he had malicious intentions.

The members of the Armed Detective Agency who were familiar with Dazai couldn't help feeling nervous again when they saw his expression.

"Mr. Dazai's ghost story...it should be scary..." Tanizaki's weak and thin body couldn't help shivering, and he didn't dare to imagine the moral bottom line of this senior.

In the detective agency, who doesn't know that Osamu Dazai is a person who is usually quite unscrupulous, making troubles everywhere, which is enough to show that he is a guy with a very strong sense of evil.The ghost stories told by him... will undoubtedly scare people to death, and then he stands on the other side and laughs at everyone's embarrassment.

At this time, everyone couldn't help but have such an idea more or less.Sure enough, the image of the detective agency and a certain big devil juxtaposed as an expert in trouble is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and he has successfully achieved the achievement of "implanting fear in everyone's heart before opening his mouth".

I saw Dazai sitting on his own square cushion, imitating Ari's movements just now, raising the candle mysteriously as if holding some kind of religious ceremony.

His handsome face, which conforms to Japanese aesthetics, is undoubtedly quite suitable for Japanese clothing.The plain fabric of the bathrobe fits closely to his chest, setting off the youthful and feminine temperament, blending with the heavy shadows covering his face, like ghosts in the chapters of Zhiguai.

But in fact, what he was telling was a weird story about "Mr. K, an ordinary employee who has no ties to women, one day found that unknown writing appeared on the inside pages of his notebook that he regarded as his life at a certain period."

"It's a very crazy handwriting, irregular and exaggerated across the left and right. It's full of messy and upside-down words like 'It's delicious, it's delicious, I want it, I want it, I want it to die'."

Hearing this, K-kun, who was opposite Dazai, clenched his fists and warned in a bad tone: "...Hey, Dazai!"

The muscle lines of his arms were tense, and he trembled slightly, as if he was frightened by recalling something.

Dazai ignored the noise in his ear and continued telling the story.

"At first he thought it was a prank, and immediately asked his reliable partner if he had written anything in his notebook. But his partner was upright and wise, how could he do such a bad thing? The inquiry was fruitless, so he had to Instead, I asked my colleagues. After looking at it, the colleague said something that made him think very carefully—”

"That handwriting seems to be your own."

Kunikida gasped in the air.

"The terrified Mr. K could vaguely recognize it. Although the writing was scribbled, judging from the habitual turning of the strokes, it was undoubtedly his own handwriting. However, no matter how much I searched my mind, I couldn't find anything similar to what I had written. The picture of that sentence matches the memory."

"He is usually strict with himself, and cherishes his notebook very much. He uses the pages in a frivolous manner. He feels sorry for missing a page. How could he write such weird things! The more he thinks about it, he seems to feel There is an unknown existence hidden in the shadow behind me, and it is peeking at his current every move through a pair of eyes."

Having been dug up by Dazai to rediscover the buried deep memory, Kunikida can no longer maintain his composure at the moment, his teeth are trembling, and the gesture of forcibly enduring fear makes other people feel the same, like falling into a cold place Like a chill down the spine.

"Mr. K began to be paranoid. Even when he fell asleep, he couldn't rest at night. As long as he closed his eyes, he would recall the weird words in his notebook that seemed to be life-threatening. The possible malice lurking in the dark pierced his nerves all the time."

"So he just opened his eyes until dawn. The next day, he got up earlier than usual, and the first thing he did was to open his notebook tremblingly to see if there was any change. Fortunately, he didn't add any words, so he was relieved and hugged Everything may be a prank mentality to clean up, and come to the police early... Ah bah, the place of work."

"Hey, let's have a snack, you just wanted to talk about the detective agency..." Ah Li couldn't help complaining.

Dazai blinked innocently, and then continued: "Because of poor mental state, K-kun couldn't help but fell asleep during the lunch break. K-kun who was sleeping was immersed in a hotbed of dark weaving. Suddenly, he seemed to hear something in his ear. There was the sound of splashing water drops..."

Dazai, who was holding a candle and telling a story, caught off guard and sped up his speech, as if there was an unknown foreign object chasing after him:

"He stretched out his hand in a daze to fumble, but he touched a wet object, which was rough and had a broken texture, just like the bloody surface of a long-dead corpse. He opened his eyes suddenly, startled I was horrified to find that the inside pages of my beloved notebook were dripping with strange drops of blood. When Mr. K opened the notebook, it turned out to be—”

"Ahhhh, don't say any more!!"

Just when Dazai finally turned up the volume abruptly, Kunikida was finally on the verge of the bottom line he could bear, and yelled in a broken voice.

Xiaolan and Yuanzi who were present were startled by his voice and screamed: "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

"What's going on! Is there really something dirty stuck to Mr. Kunikida? Or is Mr. Dazai imitating handwriting and doing a scary prank?!"

Tanizaki who heard the end of the whole process was terrified, and hurriedly hugged his hairy arm and rubbed it to relieve the strange feeling.

Ah Li started to shoot the case, and reasoned quickly with witty words: "I think Dazai will do more advanced things if it is a prank. So he must have been possessed! Or Kunikida can sleepwalk, and I don't remember writing those words at all." matter!"

"Good reasoning, very close to the truth."

And the famous detective next door to her snorted in praise, and then categorically added to her point of view: "He must have lost his memory."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and then they saw Dazai who told other people's stories as if he had experienced it himself, and sold a moe to reveal the answer: "Hey, it's actually because Kunikida-kun was hypnotized by me in those few days, and put Eating the most hated poisonous mushrooms as my favorite, I am happy to lose my memory!"

"Hey, you're so big! You really did it! I felt something was wrong. It wasn't blood but red ink that poured onto the notebook!"

Kunikida, who heard the truth, was furious on the spot, straddled the table with one foot, reached out and grabbed his collar and shook it.

Dazai looked like a piece of dehydrated kelp, he laughed and was shaken by his neck and was indifferent, obviously he had long been used to being treated like this.Kunikida was so angry that he swung his arms, and everyone stopped him immediately when they saw this. The whistling wind made the flame on the candle flicker, which made people frightened.

"What kind of weird talk is this? It's clearly a 'horror story' that detective agencies have revealed to each other! Don't think that you can get away from it by changing the narrative method, but it's the nature of your troubles!" The story, the prehistoric power of complaining in the body can't help but vent: "And Miss Li and Mr. Luanbu, what's going on with you! Please don't reason so seriously about other people's strange stories as cases!"

——It doesn’t have any atmosphere at all, okay?