As a Hong Kong black humanoid, I am lucky EX

Putting aside the identity of the mafia, what should the life of an ordinary person be like?

Mori Chiha had never thought about this question before.

Will you go to school?Judging by his appearance and age, he should be going to junior high school, but his knowledge reserve can be directly enrolled in university.

Will you go to work?This is really a tough test.He basically has nothing to worry about in his life in the port mafia, and he has no other life skills except fighting and doing tasks.

Mori Chiha rested her chin on one hand and thought, what does the place where Osamu Dazai works seem to be called...Armed Detective Agency, right?

"Experience life in a detective agency?"

After Osamu Dazai returned home at night, Chiha Mori expressed his thoughts to him.Dazai Osamu thought for a while, and replied: "There are many ways to experience life. Joining a detective agency is very troublesome, and the threshold is relatively high."

"I'm not going to join a detective agency." Mori Chiha shook his head, "I'm just a little curious about what you usually do."

"Ah, some weird commissions and some weird people." Osamu Dazai lay on the sofa like a catfish, pulling the tassels of the sofa cushions in his hands, "If you are really interested, I can Take you to the club to have a look."

"Are there all the same people in the detective agency as Kunikida-san?"

"That's not true." Dazai Osamu raised a smile on his lips, and Mori Chiha saw the gentle light in his eyes, "I'll know when I see you."

When he arrived at the detective agency with Dazai Osamu the next day, Mori Chiha truly understood the meaning of Dazai Osamu's words.

In Mori Chiha's knowledge reserve, a place like a detective agency should be a quiet office building, a work area with separate compartments, and a clean tea room.

instead of...

"Xianzhi, bring the spare warehouse here."

"it is good!"

A boy with a straw hat tied behind his back with a bright smile picked up a box that was three times wider than others, ran from one end of the room to the other, and dropped it heavily on the ground.

"Click, click, click, click."

Double folded on the table, body leaning on the armchair, a detective is eating freely with a bag of snacks in his hand.

"Ah, brother! The smell of this flower is exactly the same as that of my brother, you smell it—"

"Wait...wait a minute, Naomi, ah—"

Siblings entangled in strange poses.

and also……

From the room behind the hall came the eerie sound of chainsaws, the laughter of women, and the screams of men.

Mori Chiha stood at the door of the detective agency, the shock on his face couldn't be concealed, he was obviously very good at hiding his emotions.

There was a slight push from behind, and Dazai Osamu's voice came from the side: "Qianyu, go in."

Mori Chiha walked to the center of the room according to what Osamu Dazai said. Finally, the noise in the room gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes focused on this dazzling young man. From his soft silver hair to his blue feathers. Weaving, and then to his sandalwood clogs.

"Ah, our guest has arrived." The detective who was eating snacks stood up first. His figure was a little thin, and his figure was a little uncoordinated when he strode over. It seemed that he lacked exercise on weekdays.

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai introduced the situation of the detective agency to him in advance, and Mori Chiha quickly matched the appearance and name of the detective in front of him.

Before he could speak, Kunikida Doppo, who was sitting on the desk at the back, raised his head from a pile of documents and pushed his glasses.

"Dazai, did you bring Senba-kun here?" Kunikida Doppo looked at Osamu Dazai.

"Ah, I haven't had time to introduce it to everyone." Dazai Osamu held Mori Chiha's shoulders with both hands, and said solemnly, "I was negligent before, and Chiha is actually the nephew of my second uncle's niece of my distant cousin."

Kunikida Doppo's glasses were crooked. "ha?"

The corner of Mori Chiha's mouth almost twitched, he was still far from adapting to Osamu Dazai's present state.In order to cooperate with Dazai Osamu's performance, Mori Chiha had no choice but to nod with difficulty: "Yes... I am a distant relative of Mr. Dazai."

"It's your misfortune to have a relative like Dazai." Kunikida Doppo muttered.

Standing and talking is not the state of a long chat, they quickly let Mori Chiu sit down on the sofa, and everyone surrounded Mori Chiu in a circle, which reminded Mori Qianyu of those days when he was watched day and night by the port mafia Inexplicably, there was a burst of tension in my heart.

A hand covered his hand and patted it lightly, Mori Chiha looked up, Dazai Osamu smiled at him, his kite-colored eyes seemed to say "it's okay".

Mori Chiha tried to relax, and looked at the detective agency again.

The atmosphere here is really different from the port mafia.

"Is your Pengelie family in Japan?"

"Um...you can also say it's in Italy."

"Ah, so Qian Yu is a foreigner?"

"...a part of the lineage is."

"Have you been to Yokohama before?"

"I've been here, and I've lived here for a while."

……

Everyone asked a variety of questions, and Mori Chiha really didn't expect this scene before he came, so he had to bite the bullet and answer them one by one.What broke the deadlock was Edogawa Ranpo's sudden words.

"Qianyu-kun, you are also a person with supernatural powers."

Edogawa Ranpo sat directly in front of Mori Chiha, seemingly inadvertently brought the topic to this.

Mori Chiha paused slightly.

He was thinking about how to answer Edogawa Ranpo's question.

"Lucky EX" is not easy to show in front of outsiders, and it is not easy to explain and describe the ability.And the magic of environment creation successfully opened by "Lucky EX" is something that can quickly let others understand one's own abilities.

"My ability structure is a bit complicated." Mori Qianyu said, "My supernatural ability is a super high lucky value. It is activated through the supernatural ability, and what can participate in the battle is a kind of power called 'enchantment'."

While Mori Chiha said these words, the ice layer quietly spread from his body, and then froze the sofa, floor, tables and chairs, an ice branch stood up on the table in front of him, and the tip part reflected Sunlight.

Mori Chiha habitually shows her strength in front of others, and this habit comes from a sense of existence in the port mafia life.

"Oh! It's amazing!" He heard Edogawa Ranpo say.

"Then you can eat shaved ice anytime!" Edogawa Ranpo added.

……what?

"You don't even need to go to the skating rink, which saves a lot of ticket money." Tanizaki Junichiro said aside.

……what?

"Can it be directly made into ice sculptures? It must be very artistic." Kunikida Doppo poked his notebook with a pencil.

Mori Chiha was stunned.

In the past, he was used to other people's assessment and identification of his combat ability, and he never thought that his ability had so many strange points of attention.

It's like, somewhere in the frozen heart melts, the sun shines in through the gap, and even breathing is easy and pleasant.

The ice around him gradually disappeared, and Osamu Dazai, who was sitting next to him, took Mori Chiha's hand and pulled him up from the sofa.

"Ah, the room is really stuffy, I want to take Qian Yu out for a stroll." Osamu Dazai said in a drawn out voice.

"Oh—it's just been here not long ago." Tanizaki Naomi shouted while putting her arm around Tanizaki Junichiro.

"Then, see you next time, Chiba-kun." Edogawa Ranbu did not stop him, but smiled at Mori Chiha, and waved his hand by the way.

Armed Detective Agency.

When stepping out of the building in the business district, Mori Chiha silently recited these five words in his heart.

An inconspicuous room, seemingly ordinary employees, complicated and trivial tasks.

The combination of these things is so dazzling.

If the Port Mafia is a black pearl honed from a clamshell, then the Armed Detective Agency is a wind chime hanging from the eaves of ordinary people.When there is wind, it will sound, and if there is no wind, it will be quiet.

Dazai still didn't let go of his hand.

"Where are we going next? Ah, how about going to the lottery? Recently, I saw an awesome PSV, but unfortunately I don't have the money to buy it. It's the first prize in the game hall. You, Qian Yu, can definitely do it."

"Why are you still doing nothing after all these years?" Mori Chiha couldn't help but complain.

"It's really sad to be judged by Qianyu like that."

Mori Chiha didn't say anything more, he couldn't bear to tell Osamu Dazai that he couldn't draw that PSV either - because he could only win the special prize.

A butterfly came from nowhere and landed on Mori Chiu's shoulders. He looked at the green leaves beside the street, and the warmth enveloped his whole body.

Spring's...sunshine?

The author has something to say:

Chiha Mori: I can only win the special prize.

Osamu Dazai: Hey, hey.

Chuya Nakahara: Why does this sentence sound so irritating?

Thanks moxibustion mine, thank you for your support.