The blackening value is being cleared

An He's body was claimed by the Supernatural Secret Service Division. After the supernatural power fighters appeared, countless scientists tried to solve the mystery of their genetic chains.

Some people with supernatural powers from low-development countries or captured from the battlefield will even be sent to the laboratory.

Foreigners are slightly better, but it is hard to say whether they will be dissected after death.

With the strength of Dazai and the others, Anhe should not have been taken away, but when the news of his death spread, Ango Sakaguchi called Dazai.

"Don't worry." He said calmly, "The Chief Farmer will take full responsibility for Mr. An He's funeral. A small funeral will be held at that time. No matter what his status is, all his students can participate."

"He will never let people desecrate the corpse of a hero, I can guarantee this."

Dazai thought casually: [Are you a hero? 】

【However, his method of death was not heroic at all. 】

[In fairy tales, even if the hero dies, he is to save the innocent children, and only he saves the devil who commits all kinds of evil. 】

He wasn't even sure if he was grateful to An He.

【Do I really want to live? 】

The scene in my mind went back to that day. After the misty white fog dissipated, the city of Yokohama, which was riddled with holes, appeared in the eyes of the public. This city has suffered countless hardships in the past few decades, so the current Yokohama People invariably evolved the stunt of "ignoring".

They seem to have not seen the destroyed city. Office workers hold briefcases, frown and open their mobile phones to check whether the train to Tokyo leaves on time; housewives calmly head to the evacuation facilities with their unschooled children. Go; the police spontaneously maintain order...

What Dazai saw was such an ordinary and extraordinary daily life.

"What do you want to do, Dazai?"

After Anhe's death, the others, whether they hated him or didn't want to provoke him, all chose to avoid Dazai. Only Oda Saku could maintain a normal heart and chat with him.

"Going to be the head of the port mafia? Or do you have other plans?"

Dazai should have been intensively involved in the reconstruction of Yokohama, but in fact, he fell into endless fishing, and most of the work belonging to the leader was handed over to Mori Ogai.

Mori's reaction is also very interesting. It is obvious that Dazai is the target of "assassination" of him, but the two seem to have settled their suspicions and divide their work.

"Yeah..." Dazai said lightly, "What should I do..."

【do not know. 】

[I don't understand. 】

[I don't want to understand. 】

——I'm sorry, Shuzhi-kun, for leaving you with such memories.

"If you really don't know what to do." Oda Saku said, "Would you like to be my colleague?"

"Ok?"

"The Armed Detective Agency is gradually on the right track under the support of An He." He said, "The recent series of incidents have hit the port mafia, and the sphere of influence has also shrunk back to the range a year ago. To counter it, Mr Mori seems to have no intention of expanding the power of the port mafia."

He looked at Dazai seriously: "Do you want to work with me?"

"Hmm." Dazai covered his mouth, "Why would I do that?"

"There seems to be no special reason." He said, "What's more, my identity as the leader is known to everyone in the industry. If I quit, I will face endless assassinations."

"Neither for myself nor for the Armed Detective Agency."

"That's right." Oda Saku said, "But the Armed Detective Agency is not a safe workplace." He looked up and said firmly, "And there is no special reason for staying in the port mafia."

"From a friend's point of view, if it doesn't matter, I hope you can help me, that's all."

Oda Saku didn't bring up An He Zuo's raft, because it was too false, not to mention, with An He's character, would he hope that Dazai would stand on the good side?

Perhaps thinking about it, Ranpo Edogawa's face flashed across Odasaku's mind, as well as Chuya Nakahara, Anhe also mentioned before that he wanted him to join the military and police.

From this point of view, An He seems to think that the mafia profession is very difficult to get on the table.

But to Dazai...

Oda Saku gave up thinking about Anhe, he has his own logic of behavior, but that logic cannot be understood by outsiders.

"By the way." Oda Saku suddenly remembered the key point of his trip, the thing that needs to be told to Anhe the most.

"His funeral date has been set."

"November 4."

Dazai moved his body slightly.

"Why did you choose that day?"

Oda said: "Maybe for everyone, his death is like an April Fool's joke?"

He said a joke that was definitely not a joke, no, a person like Odasaku couldn't tell a joke, he really thought so.

"Before joining the military and police, all members have to write a letter. According to the farming chief, that letter is a suicide note, especially for those who have no family and no encumbrances, they must use the suicide note to indicate who their property will be transferred to."

"There is also a clear stipulation that blank manuscripts cannot be submitted for the suicide note."

"I heard that An He's suicide note clarified two things. The first thing is that all his property will be donated to the educational institution, and the second thing is that he hopes to choose a meaningful day for the funeral."

interesting day...

"In a sense, he chose April Fool's Day himself."

After Odasaku finished speaking, Dazai still didn't respond, so he just said, "You will come, Dazai."

"..."

"Who knows."

【Do you really want to forget the memories you left me? 】

[Is that what you hope for, An He? 】

[For such a person, it is not bad to start life again. 】

……

"impossible."

Edogawa lost his temper in disorder.

"Absolutely impossible."

Even Yosano Akiko raised her brows and looked impatiently at Taneda Shantouhuo: "Please don't make such a joke, Mr. Taneda?" On her forehead was written "No matter how stupid you are with the hatchet, you will believe it." I don't believe it!"

But no matter how bad the attitudes of the two were, Edogawa Ranpo puffed up his cheeks like a child, Taneda Santoka just took off his hat, and faced the two of them with his smooth head and deeply curved neck.

"I'm very sorry."

"Huh?" Yosano Akiko spoke quickly, and even the string of words became ambiguous, "You mean that Anhe is dead? Are you kidding? Is there really someone in the world who can kill him? And it's Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and the others?"

"Do you know that he killed Shibusawa Ryuhiko three times easily when he was young? That guy has no room to fight back."

"..."

[I want to know too. 】

Taneda Santouka thought bitterly.

[I also want to know, how did An Hejun die like that? 】

He could imagine that An and Long would also withdraw from the center stage due to power struggles among political groups, so what day would greet him?Maybe I will go to teach and realize my dream of teaching and educating people in a little-known school in Tokyo.

He must be very happy. Tantian Shantouhuo knows that his student has never been concerned with government affairs. He is just being persecuted and persecuted, and has to take on more responsibilities because of his abilities beyond ordinary people.

So he not only lowered his head, but also hunched his back and bent his waist deeply.

"I am really sorry."

[Let you lose your favorite teacher. 】

With the relationship between Fukuzawa Yukichi and Taneda Shantou, I shouldn't have watched my old friend humbly apologize, but today, it's different.

【That is something only they can decide. 】

【It doesn't matter if you are sad or hateful, even if it is unscrupulous abuse and accusations, others cannot judge for you. 】

After Taneda Santou left, the Armed Detective Agency fell into a deathly silence. Tianshan Hanabou and the two clerks wished they could curl up and hide in the underground crevice.

Tian Shan Huadai is a timid otaku, he shrugged his back and shrugged his head, and sneaked out of his post with his briefcase in his pocket, and the rest of them followed suit and ran away.

As if even Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't want to stay here, with his hands firmly in his sleeves, he closed the door and left.

Almost when the last person came to the door, the anger on Yosano Akiko's face collapsed like an avalanche.

What was she thinking, what was she feeling?

Edogawa Ranpo still turned his head, he was looking at the gradually setting sun outside the window, Yosano Akiko asked him: "Use your reasoning ability to tell me, Mr. Ranpo, is Mr. Taneda telling the truth? "

She is a decisive woman, and nothing in the world can surprise her, but now, she hopes that Edogawa Ranpo will tell herself that it is all fake.

Even if it is self-deception, I don't want to believe it.

"..."

"I don't know." Edogawa Ranpo said.

"do not know?"

The boyish man who was in his 20s couldn't bear to cover his ears with his hands. He didn't want to hear Yosano Akiko's talk, Taneda Santouka's talk, and everything else.

He is a very wonderful person. Edogawa Ranpo has never told a lie in the past so many years. In his childhood, it was because all lies were useless, and his father and mother could see through his lies. When he was a student, those concealments and deceptions were in his heart. There is no way to hide from the eyes.

Edogawa Ranpo's highest level of refusal is to know but not to say,

Of course he could see whether Zhongtian Shantouhuo was telling lies, but at that moment, he really hated his superior reasoning ability.

If the ability is not so good, you can deceive yourself that everything is not true.

"pat-"

"pat-"

Silky droplets of water stuck to the window sills.

【what. 】

Edogawa Ranpo thought without emotion:'

【It's raining. 】

——Why did you leave me?

【Ah, I really want to eat red bean rice cake made by An He. 】

……

"Whoa-"

When the black long-handled fan was propped up, it would make a loud bang. When Nakahara Zhongya went out in the morning, the rain was not so heavy, but at the gate of the cemetery, for some reason, the rain became heavier and heavier, forming a veritable downpour.

He attended An He Longye's memorial service two days ago. It was completely different from this private and secluded cemetery. , there must be many colleagues. 】

Sure enough, that group of people simply regarded the memorial service as a social place, and you watched them discuss the stock price increase in a lively manner.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked away impatiently after hearing this. If he was more impulsive a few years ago, he might think that this group of people was not dignified enough, and even insulted An He's death, so he went directly to deal with them.

Different from the grand memorial service, the number of people invited by Tian Tianshan on the day of the burial was many times smaller than before.

Chuya was wearing a suit jacket obediently, and the water droplets from the sky hit the brim of his hat.

He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, which were pink carnations, not yellow and white chrysanthemums.

The florist thought he was going to send his mother off, and kept saying that it was very good, and even smelled the fragrance of flowers.

Zhong Yuan also said: "I went to see the teacher."

The clerk said it was good to give it to the teacher, and Zhong Yuan finally swallowed the words "I'm going to see the teacher in the cemetery" after holding back for a long time.

There were very few people who came to the small funeral. Looking around, people from the armed detective agency, the port mafia...

【Dazai did not come, neither did Edogawa Ranpo from the Armed Detective Agency. 】

It's hard to say what Nakahara was thinking when he found out that they didn't come, he just took a deep breath, opened the umbrella with one hand, and put the pink flower in front of An and Ryuya's eyes with the other hand.

[Teacher An He. 】

Even in front of his tomb, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what he should say, he just called Teacher An He affectionately, and then fell into endless silence.

His name is engraved on the tombstone.

"An and Long also

1991.1.15—--2016.3.26

he is a warm friend

pioneer of educators

"Caller for Equality"

An and Longye died in March 2016.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the tombstone in silence, and then plunged into the boundless rain.

——I will miss you for the rest of my life.