Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?
Chapter 144
In Jiro Taro's room...
Odachi wearing a lot of oiran ornaments is half lying on the tatami mat, drinking wine loosely.
The mellow and clear wine slowly entered his spleen and stomach from his slightly parted red lips. It was still the wine he was familiar with and loved the most. It became dull.
The god judge finally named his elder brother Taro Tachi as his attendant, which was completely beyond the expectations of all the swordsmen.Before that, his elder brother had hardly spoken to the God Judge alone. Compared with Fusangshen like Sankayue, Tsurumaru, and Yiqi Yizhen, the sense of presence of his elder brother who didn't fight or snatch was really too low.
But Jiro Taidao thought about it again, maybe his brother's unsullied and cold personality just met the mind of the god judge at that time and at that point, so the god judge chose among the swords and sangshen his brother.
But guesses are guesswork, the new god judges are not the existences that can be easily seen through by them, the swords and gods.
Tomie Kawakami...
Endless mystery means endless danger.
Jiro Tachi put his hand on his chest, the slightly astringent feeling here is not obvious, but it cannot be completely ignored after all.
On the other side, in the yard of Sanjo's house.
Sankai Yuezong sat on the cushion, quietly watching the strawberries placed on the table under the faint candlelight.
A big and plump strawberry was turned orange-red by the halo in the dim light. At this moment, the translucent and crystal-clear water droplets on it had already evaporated, and the moisture in the outer skin was also slowly evaporated along with the oxygen in the air. oxidation.
dong dong dong...
A knock on the door rang at this moment.
Before Sanri Yue Zongjin asked who it was, the person who knocked on the door offered to say his name.
It was Xiaohuwan, who was also unable to sleep peacefully because of the God-inspector.
Xiaohumaru came out of the room to go for a walk, but after seeing the candle in his brother's room was still on, he was silent for a moment, then knocked on the door.
"Sanriyue, what kind of person do you think the God Judge is?" Xiaohumaru took the lead to start the topic.
Sanri Yuezong raised his eyelids, "Dangerous." He said two words, and after a pause, he added: "I can't see through him."
Xiaohumaru sat across from Sankai Yuezong, and he glanced at the strawberries on the table.These were picked by Yamabuki Kunihiro in the field after the meal. After picking them, they were washed together with the pressed and cut Hasebe, and they were put on a plate. Judging by the number of strawberries, the judge didn't eat any of them.
That man would not choose to eat a few in order to live up to Daojian Fusangshen's intentions. He was not considerate, gentle, and kind, and he would not change his mind for anyone.
However, even so, it is undeniable that the god judge is still full of endless charm.He is like a delicate flower quenched with poison, the stamen exudes a rich and attractive fragrance, and when the midnight moisture stains the petals, it sways with a very seductive and mysterious style.
"Brother has a crush on that man, right?" Sanri Yue Zongjin said slowly, although the words were questionable, they were in a positive tone.
Xiaohuwan didn't answer.
By this time, both of them already knew the answer to this question.
Sanri Yuezong raised his eyes and looked at the dark sky outside the window. The bright moon and the stars had already been hidden in the clouds.Under the swaying candlelight, the blue-haired Fu Sangshen, known as the most beautiful sword, pursed her thin lips lightly, and gloomy thoughts emerged from the curved golden crescent in the depths of her eyes.
"I'm afraid there are quite a few swords that can't sleep tonight."
Sanri Yuezong let out a very soft sigh.
Adjacent to the courtyard of the Sanjo house is the residence of Yamabuki Kunihiro.
At this moment, the blond Fusangshin was not unable to fall asleep as Tsukami Tsukami said. On the contrary, Yamabagi Kiri Kunihiro, who fell asleep with his eyes closed, completely fell into a dream because of the thoughts in his mind before falling asleep. inside.
The dirty white sheets were folded and put aside, the blond-haired Fu Sangshen seemed to be dreaming an extremely fragrant and charming spring dream.
His fine eyebrows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes stretched, and there was a thin thin layer of sweat on his white and smooth forehead.The blush dyed through Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro's delicate ears, and slowly spread to his beautiful and handsome cheeks.
What happened in the dream made Kunihiro Yamababa feel extremely ashamed and wonderful, and the great joy of the integration of body and mind stimulated his whole soul to tremble.
"Ah... um... Yamabagiri..." The magnetic and seductive voice was moist and thick, lingering and lingering, falling to the tip of Yamabagiri Kunihiro's heart, the sweet and greasy feeling was like eating syrup Rolled berries.
Yamabuchi Kunihiro's breathing became more and more rapid, just when he was about to kiss the soft lips that made the sound, all the scenes suddenly changed, and what caught his eyes was the dark ceiling.
The blond Fu Sangshen suddenly woke up from his dream.
The evening wind blew in through the half-opened window, but the sound of the wind was nothing compared to the sound of Yamabukiri Kunihiro's heartbeat.
The wind in the middle of the night was cold, with a bit of biting chill, but Kunihiro Yamabashi's body was extremely hot.Feeling the sticky touch between the legs, the blond Fusangshen who realized what it was was suddenly ashamed and wanted to find a hole to get in.
His entire face was terribly red as if it had been roasted by fire, and his rapid breathing and beating heart all showed that his heart was not peaceful at all.
He dreamed of the God Judge, and dreamed that he had...
Yamabuki Kunihiro suddenly sat up from the bed, he patted his cheek vigorously, wanting himself not to think about it, but the image of the dream appeared in his mind uncontrollably.
In the dream, he completely hugged the judge in his arms, and he covered the body of the judge with his wide white quilt, and then they were in the narrow space under the cloth. Here, with the most intimate contact.
It was a completely different feeling from when he was put into the scabbard as a sword. The God Judge was warm, not as cold and hard as the scabbard, but tight yet flexible. , like a puddle of water, can contain all the heat...
Stop thinking about it!
Yamabasaki Kunihiro warned himself in his heart, he took a deep breath, grabbed the stained quilt and went into the bathroom.
After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Yamabuchi Kunihiro also took out the clean sheets to dry, and when he returned to the room and lay down on the bed again, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
Everything in the dream made him feel ashamed, but after waking up, he felt a little bit sad.
Dreams are false, and everything that happens in the dream is also false.
Accompanying the God Judge at this point in time is Taro Tachi, who was named as a valet.
Kunihiro Yamababa pursed his lips tightly and stared straight at the ceiling, his eyes were as clear and blue as the sky, with strange colors flickering on and off.
On the second day, Taro Tachi followed Fu Zhenhong into the dining room.
As soon as this tall Odachi came in, the other Tokenfusangshen noticed that he had changed the black hunting suit he would wear when he was out of battle, and put on his daily kimono.
The smiling Qing Jiang gave a soft "Huh" at first, then looked back and forth between Fu Zhenhong and Taro Tachi's face a few times, and then showed a clear expression.
"Ah, brother Maru, it seems that our God-inspector has gained two hearts in one night." Mustacheri's gentle voice sounded slowly, with a hint of unpredictability.
Knee Wan's habitual correction: "I'm Knee Wan!"
Mikazuki Zongjin glanced at Taro Tachi calmly.
He is the third Fusangshin in Honmaru who has taken off his hunting clothes, which represents a kind of trust, a kind of acceptance of the god judge after letting go of his guard.
The first one is press-cut Hasebe, and as for the second...
Mikazuki Mune looked closely at Yamabagiri Kunihiro who was wearing a sheet.
Cutting Hasebe originally belonged to the sword of the God-inspector, and Fusangshen, who put the order of the God-inspector first, was naturally the lord who trusted him the most.
But Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro and Taro Tachi are not the same...
Although there was exaggeration in Higiri's teasing words, it really hit the key point.
Taking off the hunting clothes for the battle, the Sword Fusangshen is equivalent to letting go of the crisis and defense. The protective shell removed is a kind of expression of intention. Such behavior is more direct and clear than any words.
For their Honmaru, who has experienced a dark fall, it really needs a lot of determination.
Fu Zhenhong saw the changes in the expressions of these Sword Fusangshen, so he naturally knew what it meant.
A breakfast was used up under the various concerns of the swordsmen.
Before leaving the room, Fu Zhenhong said to the Sword Fusangshen, "About two days later, six swords among you will follow me into battle, in..."
"Go to the battle?" Izumi Mori Kanesada's eyes lit up, before Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, he asked a little excitedly: "Which era did you go to?"
Fu Zhenhong glanced at him lightly.
The apparently calm eyes made Izumi Mori Kanesada feel an inexplicable coldness, he immediately touched his nose and stopped talking.
Fu Zhenhong continued: "Before that, I will give you the right to choose and distribute by yourself."
In short, as a god judge, he doesn't care who the Sword Fusangshen is going to fight, he only needs a team of six people is enough.
After explaining this, Fu Zhenhong released the pill.
Today was Fu Zhenhong's last day in Yokohama. Around noon, Mori Ogai called and said that he wanted to invite Fu Zhenhong to dinner.
Fu Zhenhong directly refused, but not long after hanging up the phone, an unfamiliar number called.
Fu Zhenhong stared at the number for two seconds before pressing the connect button.
"Hello, Tomoe-san~"
Fu Zhenhong paused for a moment, he couldn't remember when Osamu Dazai, who just sent him a text message last night, changed his number.
"It's the president." Osamu Dazai said.
The president of the Armed Detective Agency, the white-haired Fukuzawa Yukichi?
"Yesterday Tomie-san helped take care of Ranpo. The president said that as a thank you, he would like to invite Tomie-san to come to the detective agency." Osamu Dazai's unique voice on the other end of the phone had a very brisk tone: "Well—although I think Tomie-san It’s impossible to be the kind of person who will be kind and help take care of him, but I’m really looking forward to Tomie-san’s visit to the detective agency~”
After Osamu Dazai finished speaking, he handed the phone to Fukuzawa Yukichi, and soon a calm and restrained male voice came from the other end of the phone.
It's the president Fukuzawa Yukichi.
The other party sincerely extended an invitation to Fu Zhenhong, but the final result was still the same rejection as Mori Ogai.
Fu Zhenhong thought that this matter was over.
However, around three o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Zhenhong was sitting on the sofa watching Tom and Jerry when the doorbell rang suddenly.
After hearing the doorbell, Fu Zhenhong didn't move, her eyes were still on the TV screen.
"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Ranpo, is Dr. Kawakami not at home?"
"Master Ranpo's reasoning cannot be wrong."
Hearing this, Atsushi Nakajima nodded, "Then I'll try to press the door again..."
He hadn't said that yet, just heard a "click", and the door was opened, not from the inside, but from the outside...
The corner of Nakajima Atsushi's mouth twitched: "Mr. Dazai..."
This skillful unlocking mode is really too foul!
And why did it make him feel an uninvited sense of guilt ahhh!So how did Mr. Dazai and Mr. Ranpo manage to walk into other people's rooms so naturally without the owner's permission? !
Looking at the backs of Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo, Nakajima Atsushi scratched his hair, and couldn't help complaining in his heart.
"That's great, Tomoe-san is indeed here." Osamu Dazai looked at Fu Zhenhong who was sitting on the sofa, and greeted with a smile.
Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids, and asked lightly, "What are you doing here?"
Atsushi Nakajima, who followed in, was relieved to see that Fu Zhenhong was not angry because of their trespassing.
"Have you forgotten Tomie-san? I said I would send Tomie-san back to Tokyo." Osamu Dazai walked to Fu Zhenhong and sat down.
Fu Zhenhong heard this, and looked at Edogawa Ranpo who was sitting on the other side of him.
As soon as the black-haired detective sat on the soft sofa, he lazily leaned his back against the sofa cushion, raised his head back, and said very casually: "Master Ranbu received a call from Tokyo. case."
"It's because the president asked me to follow Ranpo-san closely." Atsushi Nakajima said quite consciously.
"So Tomie-san, let's go to Tokyo together." Osamu Dazai frowned, making the final conclusion.
"Then let's go." Fu Zhenhong turned off the TV and stood up from the sofa.
Since there is a free driver that can be used now, Fu Zhenhong naturally has no reason to refuse.
In the end, Osamu Dazai drove the car, and the group of four went to Tokyo.
After arriving in Tokyo, Osamu Dazai threw Ranpo Edogawa and Atsushi Nakajima who hadn't reacted directly to the side of the road with a stinky face.
Atsushi Nakajima stood by the side of the road, looking at the exhaust gas left by the car leaving at high speed, blinked his eyes in a daze, and said inexplicably, "Didn't Mr. Dazai agree to send us to the client?" Why? Why did you throw us here without saying anything!"
Edogawa Ranpo, who had just woken up, yawned, and said slowly, "Uh—probably because Ranpo-sama just slept with his head on Dr. Kawakami's shoulder in the car."
"So it's because of this!" Atsushi Nakajima suddenly realized.
He was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and because he was thinking about things, he didn't pay much attention to the situation of Dr. Kawakami and Mr. Ranpo in the back seat.
It seems Mr. Dazai is jealous...
But why is Mr. Dazai so reliable sometimes, and sometimes so naive!
Atsushi Nakajima said with a frustrated face, "Mr. Ranpo, let's see how to get to the client first."
On the other side, without the two oversized light bulbs of Atsushi Nakajima and Ranpo Edogawa, Osamu Dazai, who was driving, was visibly happier.
"Tomie-san, where do you live in Tokyo?" Osamu Dazai asked.
Fu Zhenhong sneered, and asked back, "Where do I live, don't you know?"
"Sure enough, you can't hide anything from Tomie-san." Osamu Dazai's voice was full of exclamation. He raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror inside the car, and through this mirror, he stared at Fu Zhenhong in the back seat.
"Fu Jiang-san, can I ask you a question."
"What do you want to know?"
"You... why did you hand me over to Mori Ogai?" Dazai Osamu's kite-colored pupils put away the usual smile, and turned into a kind of cold sharpness like a blade.
Fu Zhenhong did not answer immediately.
Time passed by second by second, Fu Zhenhong was thinking, and Osamu Dazai was waiting for his answer. The whole car was very quiet, only the sound of the vehicle's steady driving was transmitted into the eardrums of the two of them regularly.
After about ten seconds, Fu Zhenhong opened her mouth.
"Is this important?" Fu Zhenhong's tone was calm, without any emotion.
Hearing this, Osamu Dazai shook his head lightly, "Fu Jiang-san is a heartless person."
Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows: "Knowing that I have been paying attention to your situation, isn't that enough?"
"Because it was just a guess before, and it was not enough because I couldn't be sure," Osamu Dazai changed his voice: "But now that I heard Tomie-san say that with my own ears, I feel revived instantly~" At the end, Osamu Dazai returned to his usual state.
Fu Zhenhong looked at the young man in the driver's seat who had just changed his dark and gloomy air. Osamu Dazai had an extremely contradictory temperament, smart and lonely.
Fu Zhenhong knew all the information about him from the weak chicken system, and had indeed been following him secretly all these years.
Whether it was the acquaintance between Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara, the latter two became the strongest partners of the port mafia, or the two years he worked underground to launder files under the advice of the supernatural special agent Tanada after the death of Sakunosuke Oda , or a series of things that happened after joining the Armed Detective Agency.
Fu Zhenhong knew all of this very well. The information sent to him by the weak chicken system was flat and in the original plot line.
As a senior strategist, Fu Zhenhong only regards the information as a reference.After all, in this comprehensive world, with his participation, many things have already deviated from the original track, so even after knowing everything about Dazai Zhi from the materials, Fu Zhenhong has been paying attention to Dazai Zhi all these years. really pay attention.
It's hard to imagine that ordinary people would eat up a whole bag of dog food just to anger a dog, but such a childish behavior fits very well with Osamu Dazai.
Thinking of dogs, Fu Zhenhong's mind came up with the dog demon white dog egg that he threw at home.
I don't know if the dog demon has left.
If he hadn't left, would something interesting happen if Osamu Dazai, who was afraid of dogs, saw Bai Goudan soon?
Odachi wearing a lot of oiran ornaments is half lying on the tatami mat, drinking wine loosely.
The mellow and clear wine slowly entered his spleen and stomach from his slightly parted red lips. It was still the wine he was familiar with and loved the most. It became dull.
The god judge finally named his elder brother Taro Tachi as his attendant, which was completely beyond the expectations of all the swordsmen.Before that, his elder brother had hardly spoken to the God Judge alone. Compared with Fusangshen like Sankayue, Tsurumaru, and Yiqi Yizhen, the sense of presence of his elder brother who didn't fight or snatch was really too low.
But Jiro Taidao thought about it again, maybe his brother's unsullied and cold personality just met the mind of the god judge at that time and at that point, so the god judge chose among the swords and sangshen his brother.
But guesses are guesswork, the new god judges are not the existences that can be easily seen through by them, the swords and gods.
Tomie Kawakami...
Endless mystery means endless danger.
Jiro Tachi put his hand on his chest, the slightly astringent feeling here is not obvious, but it cannot be completely ignored after all.
On the other side, in the yard of Sanjo's house.
Sankai Yuezong sat on the cushion, quietly watching the strawberries placed on the table under the faint candlelight.
A big and plump strawberry was turned orange-red by the halo in the dim light. At this moment, the translucent and crystal-clear water droplets on it had already evaporated, and the moisture in the outer skin was also slowly evaporated along with the oxygen in the air. oxidation.
dong dong dong...
A knock on the door rang at this moment.
Before Sanri Yue Zongjin asked who it was, the person who knocked on the door offered to say his name.
It was Xiaohuwan, who was also unable to sleep peacefully because of the God-inspector.
Xiaohumaru came out of the room to go for a walk, but after seeing the candle in his brother's room was still on, he was silent for a moment, then knocked on the door.
"Sanriyue, what kind of person do you think the God Judge is?" Xiaohumaru took the lead to start the topic.
Sanri Yuezong raised his eyelids, "Dangerous." He said two words, and after a pause, he added: "I can't see through him."
Xiaohumaru sat across from Sankai Yuezong, and he glanced at the strawberries on the table.These were picked by Yamabuki Kunihiro in the field after the meal. After picking them, they were washed together with the pressed and cut Hasebe, and they were put on a plate. Judging by the number of strawberries, the judge didn't eat any of them.
That man would not choose to eat a few in order to live up to Daojian Fusangshen's intentions. He was not considerate, gentle, and kind, and he would not change his mind for anyone.
However, even so, it is undeniable that the god judge is still full of endless charm.He is like a delicate flower quenched with poison, the stamen exudes a rich and attractive fragrance, and when the midnight moisture stains the petals, it sways with a very seductive and mysterious style.
"Brother has a crush on that man, right?" Sanri Yue Zongjin said slowly, although the words were questionable, they were in a positive tone.
Xiaohuwan didn't answer.
By this time, both of them already knew the answer to this question.
Sanri Yuezong raised his eyes and looked at the dark sky outside the window. The bright moon and the stars had already been hidden in the clouds.Under the swaying candlelight, the blue-haired Fu Sangshen, known as the most beautiful sword, pursed her thin lips lightly, and gloomy thoughts emerged from the curved golden crescent in the depths of her eyes.
"I'm afraid there are quite a few swords that can't sleep tonight."
Sanri Yuezong let out a very soft sigh.
Adjacent to the courtyard of the Sanjo house is the residence of Yamabuki Kunihiro.
At this moment, the blond Fusangshin was not unable to fall asleep as Tsukami Tsukami said. On the contrary, Yamabagi Kiri Kunihiro, who fell asleep with his eyes closed, completely fell into a dream because of the thoughts in his mind before falling asleep. inside.
The dirty white sheets were folded and put aside, the blond-haired Fu Sangshen seemed to be dreaming an extremely fragrant and charming spring dream.
His fine eyebrows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes stretched, and there was a thin thin layer of sweat on his white and smooth forehead.The blush dyed through Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro's delicate ears, and slowly spread to his beautiful and handsome cheeks.
What happened in the dream made Kunihiro Yamababa feel extremely ashamed and wonderful, and the great joy of the integration of body and mind stimulated his whole soul to tremble.
"Ah... um... Yamabagiri..." The magnetic and seductive voice was moist and thick, lingering and lingering, falling to the tip of Yamabagiri Kunihiro's heart, the sweet and greasy feeling was like eating syrup Rolled berries.
Yamabuchi Kunihiro's breathing became more and more rapid, just when he was about to kiss the soft lips that made the sound, all the scenes suddenly changed, and what caught his eyes was the dark ceiling.
The blond Fu Sangshen suddenly woke up from his dream.
The evening wind blew in through the half-opened window, but the sound of the wind was nothing compared to the sound of Yamabukiri Kunihiro's heartbeat.
The wind in the middle of the night was cold, with a bit of biting chill, but Kunihiro Yamabashi's body was extremely hot.Feeling the sticky touch between the legs, the blond Fusangshen who realized what it was was suddenly ashamed and wanted to find a hole to get in.
His entire face was terribly red as if it had been roasted by fire, and his rapid breathing and beating heart all showed that his heart was not peaceful at all.
He dreamed of the God Judge, and dreamed that he had...
Yamabuki Kunihiro suddenly sat up from the bed, he patted his cheek vigorously, wanting himself not to think about it, but the image of the dream appeared in his mind uncontrollably.
In the dream, he completely hugged the judge in his arms, and he covered the body of the judge with his wide white quilt, and then they were in the narrow space under the cloth. Here, with the most intimate contact.
It was a completely different feeling from when he was put into the scabbard as a sword. The God Judge was warm, not as cold and hard as the scabbard, but tight yet flexible. , like a puddle of water, can contain all the heat...
Stop thinking about it!
Yamabasaki Kunihiro warned himself in his heart, he took a deep breath, grabbed the stained quilt and went into the bathroom.
After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Yamabuchi Kunihiro also took out the clean sheets to dry, and when he returned to the room and lay down on the bed again, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
Everything in the dream made him feel ashamed, but after waking up, he felt a little bit sad.
Dreams are false, and everything that happens in the dream is also false.
Accompanying the God Judge at this point in time is Taro Tachi, who was named as a valet.
Kunihiro Yamababa pursed his lips tightly and stared straight at the ceiling, his eyes were as clear and blue as the sky, with strange colors flickering on and off.
On the second day, Taro Tachi followed Fu Zhenhong into the dining room.
As soon as this tall Odachi came in, the other Tokenfusangshen noticed that he had changed the black hunting suit he would wear when he was out of battle, and put on his daily kimono.
The smiling Qing Jiang gave a soft "Huh" at first, then looked back and forth between Fu Zhenhong and Taro Tachi's face a few times, and then showed a clear expression.
"Ah, brother Maru, it seems that our God-inspector has gained two hearts in one night." Mustacheri's gentle voice sounded slowly, with a hint of unpredictability.
Knee Wan's habitual correction: "I'm Knee Wan!"
Mikazuki Zongjin glanced at Taro Tachi calmly.
He is the third Fusangshin in Honmaru who has taken off his hunting clothes, which represents a kind of trust, a kind of acceptance of the god judge after letting go of his guard.
The first one is press-cut Hasebe, and as for the second...
Mikazuki Mune looked closely at Yamabagiri Kunihiro who was wearing a sheet.
Cutting Hasebe originally belonged to the sword of the God-inspector, and Fusangshen, who put the order of the God-inspector first, was naturally the lord who trusted him the most.
But Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro and Taro Tachi are not the same...
Although there was exaggeration in Higiri's teasing words, it really hit the key point.
Taking off the hunting clothes for the battle, the Sword Fusangshen is equivalent to letting go of the crisis and defense. The protective shell removed is a kind of expression of intention. Such behavior is more direct and clear than any words.
For their Honmaru, who has experienced a dark fall, it really needs a lot of determination.
Fu Zhenhong saw the changes in the expressions of these Sword Fusangshen, so he naturally knew what it meant.
A breakfast was used up under the various concerns of the swordsmen.
Before leaving the room, Fu Zhenhong said to the Sword Fusangshen, "About two days later, six swords among you will follow me into battle, in..."
"Go to the battle?" Izumi Mori Kanesada's eyes lit up, before Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, he asked a little excitedly: "Which era did you go to?"
Fu Zhenhong glanced at him lightly.
The apparently calm eyes made Izumi Mori Kanesada feel an inexplicable coldness, he immediately touched his nose and stopped talking.
Fu Zhenhong continued: "Before that, I will give you the right to choose and distribute by yourself."
In short, as a god judge, he doesn't care who the Sword Fusangshen is going to fight, he only needs a team of six people is enough.
After explaining this, Fu Zhenhong released the pill.
Today was Fu Zhenhong's last day in Yokohama. Around noon, Mori Ogai called and said that he wanted to invite Fu Zhenhong to dinner.
Fu Zhenhong directly refused, but not long after hanging up the phone, an unfamiliar number called.
Fu Zhenhong stared at the number for two seconds before pressing the connect button.
"Hello, Tomoe-san~"
Fu Zhenhong paused for a moment, he couldn't remember when Osamu Dazai, who just sent him a text message last night, changed his number.
"It's the president." Osamu Dazai said.
The president of the Armed Detective Agency, the white-haired Fukuzawa Yukichi?
"Yesterday Tomie-san helped take care of Ranpo. The president said that as a thank you, he would like to invite Tomie-san to come to the detective agency." Osamu Dazai's unique voice on the other end of the phone had a very brisk tone: "Well—although I think Tomie-san It’s impossible to be the kind of person who will be kind and help take care of him, but I’m really looking forward to Tomie-san’s visit to the detective agency~”
After Osamu Dazai finished speaking, he handed the phone to Fukuzawa Yukichi, and soon a calm and restrained male voice came from the other end of the phone.
It's the president Fukuzawa Yukichi.
The other party sincerely extended an invitation to Fu Zhenhong, but the final result was still the same rejection as Mori Ogai.
Fu Zhenhong thought that this matter was over.
However, around three o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Zhenhong was sitting on the sofa watching Tom and Jerry when the doorbell rang suddenly.
After hearing the doorbell, Fu Zhenhong didn't move, her eyes were still on the TV screen.
"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Ranpo, is Dr. Kawakami not at home?"
"Master Ranpo's reasoning cannot be wrong."
Hearing this, Atsushi Nakajima nodded, "Then I'll try to press the door again..."
He hadn't said that yet, just heard a "click", and the door was opened, not from the inside, but from the outside...
The corner of Nakajima Atsushi's mouth twitched: "Mr. Dazai..."
This skillful unlocking mode is really too foul!
And why did it make him feel an uninvited sense of guilt ahhh!So how did Mr. Dazai and Mr. Ranpo manage to walk into other people's rooms so naturally without the owner's permission? !
Looking at the backs of Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo, Nakajima Atsushi scratched his hair, and couldn't help complaining in his heart.
"That's great, Tomoe-san is indeed here." Osamu Dazai looked at Fu Zhenhong who was sitting on the sofa, and greeted with a smile.
Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids, and asked lightly, "What are you doing here?"
Atsushi Nakajima, who followed in, was relieved to see that Fu Zhenhong was not angry because of their trespassing.
"Have you forgotten Tomie-san? I said I would send Tomie-san back to Tokyo." Osamu Dazai walked to Fu Zhenhong and sat down.
Fu Zhenhong heard this, and looked at Edogawa Ranpo who was sitting on the other side of him.
As soon as the black-haired detective sat on the soft sofa, he lazily leaned his back against the sofa cushion, raised his head back, and said very casually: "Master Ranbu received a call from Tokyo. case."
"It's because the president asked me to follow Ranpo-san closely." Atsushi Nakajima said quite consciously.
"So Tomie-san, let's go to Tokyo together." Osamu Dazai frowned, making the final conclusion.
"Then let's go." Fu Zhenhong turned off the TV and stood up from the sofa.
Since there is a free driver that can be used now, Fu Zhenhong naturally has no reason to refuse.
In the end, Osamu Dazai drove the car, and the group of four went to Tokyo.
After arriving in Tokyo, Osamu Dazai threw Ranpo Edogawa and Atsushi Nakajima who hadn't reacted directly to the side of the road with a stinky face.
Atsushi Nakajima stood by the side of the road, looking at the exhaust gas left by the car leaving at high speed, blinked his eyes in a daze, and said inexplicably, "Didn't Mr. Dazai agree to send us to the client?" Why? Why did you throw us here without saying anything!"
Edogawa Ranpo, who had just woken up, yawned, and said slowly, "Uh—probably because Ranpo-sama just slept with his head on Dr. Kawakami's shoulder in the car."
"So it's because of this!" Atsushi Nakajima suddenly realized.
He was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and because he was thinking about things, he didn't pay much attention to the situation of Dr. Kawakami and Mr. Ranpo in the back seat.
It seems Mr. Dazai is jealous...
But why is Mr. Dazai so reliable sometimes, and sometimes so naive!
Atsushi Nakajima said with a frustrated face, "Mr. Ranpo, let's see how to get to the client first."
On the other side, without the two oversized light bulbs of Atsushi Nakajima and Ranpo Edogawa, Osamu Dazai, who was driving, was visibly happier.
"Tomie-san, where do you live in Tokyo?" Osamu Dazai asked.
Fu Zhenhong sneered, and asked back, "Where do I live, don't you know?"
"Sure enough, you can't hide anything from Tomie-san." Osamu Dazai's voice was full of exclamation. He raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror inside the car, and through this mirror, he stared at Fu Zhenhong in the back seat.
"Fu Jiang-san, can I ask you a question."
"What do you want to know?"
"You... why did you hand me over to Mori Ogai?" Dazai Osamu's kite-colored pupils put away the usual smile, and turned into a kind of cold sharpness like a blade.
Fu Zhenhong did not answer immediately.
Time passed by second by second, Fu Zhenhong was thinking, and Osamu Dazai was waiting for his answer. The whole car was very quiet, only the sound of the vehicle's steady driving was transmitted into the eardrums of the two of them regularly.
After about ten seconds, Fu Zhenhong opened her mouth.
"Is this important?" Fu Zhenhong's tone was calm, without any emotion.
Hearing this, Osamu Dazai shook his head lightly, "Fu Jiang-san is a heartless person."
Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows: "Knowing that I have been paying attention to your situation, isn't that enough?"
"Because it was just a guess before, and it was not enough because I couldn't be sure," Osamu Dazai changed his voice: "But now that I heard Tomie-san say that with my own ears, I feel revived instantly~" At the end, Osamu Dazai returned to his usual state.
Fu Zhenhong looked at the young man in the driver's seat who had just changed his dark and gloomy air. Osamu Dazai had an extremely contradictory temperament, smart and lonely.
Fu Zhenhong knew all the information about him from the weak chicken system, and had indeed been following him secretly all these years.
Whether it was the acquaintance between Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara, the latter two became the strongest partners of the port mafia, or the two years he worked underground to launder files under the advice of the supernatural special agent Tanada after the death of Sakunosuke Oda , or a series of things that happened after joining the Armed Detective Agency.
Fu Zhenhong knew all of this very well. The information sent to him by the weak chicken system was flat and in the original plot line.
As a senior strategist, Fu Zhenhong only regards the information as a reference.After all, in this comprehensive world, with his participation, many things have already deviated from the original track, so even after knowing everything about Dazai Zhi from the materials, Fu Zhenhong has been paying attention to Dazai Zhi all these years. really pay attention.
It's hard to imagine that ordinary people would eat up a whole bag of dog food just to anger a dog, but such a childish behavior fits very well with Osamu Dazai.
Thinking of dogs, Fu Zhenhong's mind came up with the dog demon white dog egg that he threw at home.
I don't know if the dog demon has left.
If he hadn't left, would something interesting happen if Osamu Dazai, who was afraid of dogs, saw Bai Goudan soon?
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