After I retired, I became a Butei clerk

After some twists and turns, Kunikida Doppo and Dazai Osamu finally confirmed the harmlessness of Shiratori Eri, and also learned that she is a local resident, a house girl who lives very close to Butei.

However, in the last cloudy conversation, Osamu Dazai somehow came to the conclusion that he had been a witch. Thinking of his profession, Shiratori Eri was stunned for a moment, thinking that they made sense, and then sincerely nod.

That's right, the god judge is indeed a priestess in a sense, and she seems to be the shrine information registered by Shizheng in this world.After finishing the conversation with Osamu Dazai, Eri Shiratori returned home to contact Shizheng to inform him of the situation, and finally succeeded in getting his own fake certificate at the shrine, so that he could prove his previous life and let himself integrate smoothly without suspicion. present world.

Then, Shiratori Eri had no contact with those people. A few days later, she vaguely learned from the newspaper that the Armed Detective Agency had once again solved the Yokohama crisis, and it was also equipped with relevant expert analysis and so on.

It turns out that they are very famous, and this thought crossed their minds, Shiratori Eri calmly put down the newly ordered newspaper, packed up the things, looked back at the seemingly unpopular house, left it without hesitation, and went to away from Tokyo.

【no】

After several weeks, Shiratori Eri, who returned from Tokyo disappointed, walked quietly on the streets of Yokohama, a little frustrated. This time, she only solved the dark fallen Touken Fusangshin secretly, and being "confuse" by power. The manipulating woman did not find any clues about Zidie.

This time, I have returned to Shizheng to formally go through the resignation procedures. I didn’t know what to do for a while, and I had to obey Mr. Jono’s order to relax when I came back, so I had to walk around casually, but...

Shiratori Eri raised her head and looked at the indifferent people passing by on the street.

I don't seem to need to relax, and no one needs me.

"Oh~~, it hurts so much. You bumped into a detective."

Feeling that someone bumped her shoulder unintentionally, Shiratori Eri turned her head subconsciously, and saw a young man sitting on the ground, holding a pile of documents in his arms and not letting go. After arriving at himself, he said again, "You bumped into a detective."

With squinted eyes, he looks somewhat similar to Mr. Jono, but it seems that there is nothing wrong with his eyes.Shiratori Eri suddenly had this idea, but after carefully looking at the young man, she felt that she was very rude, bent down to pull up the young man who was still sitting on the ground, and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you."

"Hmm -----", the man drew his tone, squinted his eyes and looked at Shiratori Eri, "I always feel that you are thinking about something that is not friendly to the famous detective, delete it from your brain. "

"Eh?"

Shiratori Eri was slightly taken aback.

"Well. Forget it, Mr. Detective, for the sake of helping me, please forgive you magnanimously." Seeing that Shiratori Eri hadn't understood what he said, the young man curled his lips, and rarely opened his eyes, " Revealing bright and vibrant emerald eyes, she glanced at Eri Shiratori, "A reminder from a famous detective, don't take the side roads recently, there are a lot of bad guys."

"thanks?"

Eri Shiratori couldn't figure out what the person in front of him who called himself a detective was thinking, but he still thanked him earnestly, and seeing him nodding in satisfaction, and happily leaving with the document in his arms, he couldn't help but chuckled.

It seems that he is so well protected that even now he is still a young person.

But I don't know whether to listen to his words or not.When he came to a way to go home as soon as possible, but only needed to go through a remote alley, Shiratori Eri remembered the young man's warning, hesitated for a while, and finally prepared to step in and have a look.If something bad happens, maybe I can help others.

She touched the short knife on her wrist, and walked into the alley safely, but she didn't find any suspicious signs until halfway, not even a single person.Nothing here today.Shiratori Eri, who had just thought this way, saw someone walking in at the entrance of the alley facing her.

The speed of the visitor was fast, but he walked gracefully. When passing by Shiratori Eri, he walked past Shiratori Eri indifferently, and at the moment he passed by, he stopped abruptly, purple red Dark-colored eyes met Shiratori Eri, "I'm sorry, Miss. But forgive me, maybe it's better for you to leave here immediately."

This is the second time someone has said that to her.

"Thank you."

Eri Shiratori glanced at the alley where the man walked, and saw that no one appeared from there, so she decided to obey the man's kindness, turned around and walked back, but she soon discovered that the man beside her had been keeping the same relationship with her. The same distance, even in order to take care of his height, he deliberately slowed down his pace.

"Is there anything you need my help with?"

Shiratori Eri asked him in doubt, only to get a casual smile from the man, although his eyes kept falling on her seriously after Shiratori Eri spoke, as if paying attention to her.But in her opinion, there is a sense of disobedience in the man's every move, as if he is observing herself from above.

Afterwards, the man's words made Shiratori Eri feel that he was full of perfunctory.

"I'm just curious about Miss. Haven't you noticed? You seem to have a special temperament, which makes it easy for people to feel close to you when they see you."

[But if you don't pay attention to you, you will be as non-existent as air.interesting. 】

Accidentally saw the interesting "character" of Shiratori Eri, Dostoevsky, who originally only wanted to stalk the group of people and businessmen, was rarely interested, and wanted to talk to Shiratori Eri, but But he saw Shiratori Eri looking at him thoughtfully, ignoring his deliberately close words, and saying goodbye to him politely.

"Is that so? I've never been told that. Thank you, sir, for telling me."

"I've come to the intersection, I should go home. Goodbye, sir."

Ok?

Dostoevsky, who sensed that there was something wrong, basically wanted to stop him again, when he saw the blue-haired girl with a weak sense of presence in front of him, nodded slightly to him coldly, and then walked away directly.

He tilted his head, watching Shiratori Eri's eyes gradually darken, and finally turned his head to look at the few people who were gradually chasing in the alley, as if seeing garbage, his whole body became gloomy.

[Forget it, there are more important things to do, after the matter is over, let's find this person again.Anyway, no one can escape the mouse's pursuit]

After paying attention to Shiratori Eri's ability, Dostoevsky walked in the predetermined direction again.

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After squatting at home for a few days, Eri Shiratori refused the job at the armed detective agency recommended by her cousin, and began to study the imprints left on her body after dealing with Ankaku Fusangshin last time.

After several days of non-stop checking, her slightly tired eyes sharpened due to excessive fatigue, and she "forced" out what she wanted with spiritual power, and sealed it up.

Looking at the imprint slowly turning in the palm of her hand, Shiratori Eri clenched her hand tightly, grasping it firmly as if she was grasping fate, and after a moment of silence, she put away the few remaining vibrations she would never have again. The awakened sword summoned out, patiently took care of them for the last time, lifted them up at last, and walked out the door.

I finally found you, Zidie.

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A week later, heavy fog broke out in Yokohama. The hazy white mist slowly enveloped Yokohama in the dark night like life, separating the supernatural beings from ordinary people, and then the most tragic fight between supernatural beings and their supernatural abilities began.

Osamu Dazai was wearing a white suit, looking at the whole of Yokohama covered by white mist from inside the fortress, under Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's questioning, he and Dostoevsky interacted with each other, and finally under several budgets, Successfully let Nakajima Atsushi and Akutagawa Ryunosuke join forces to defeat Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who has long been dead, leaving only the supernatural body in action, and he himself is arranged by Nakahara Nakahara, who will be exhausted by slaying the dragon to save him in the future , and also helped him find the hat and put it back where it was.

But, something is wrong.

Obviously the matter is over, but Osamu Dazai always felt that something went wrong. When he was walking on the ruins waiting to meet with Butei, he inspected the surroundings for a while, but did not find the slightest trace of Dostoevsky and the rats managed by him. .But, no, there is absolutely something wrong.

He finally looked towards the sky, and when he found the sky that had quietly dissipated the white mist and turned blue, he unconsciously opened his eyes wide.

The sky, shattered.

The starry night sky, set off against the blue sky and white clouds, presents a strange and seductive beauty, but beyond that, there is a golden streamer like gauze like mist, and beyond those , It seems to be a black universe that can never be seen.

At the moment when Osamu Dazai discovered them, the originally slow-moving nebula and the universe rioted crazily like a hornet's nest being stabbed by human beings. The image left in Osamu Dazai's pupils was the momentum of them rushing towards him like they were dying. And the scene of staying above his head at last, and slowly returning to the scene.

Natural disasters?

As if facing the power of nature beyond the reach of human beings such as floods, after those nebulae dispersed and the sky returned to calm, the shock at that time still remained in Osamu Dazai's heart. He still stood motionless and kept looking up at the sky. After Nakajima Atsushi called him worriedly when everyone else came to him, he habitually laughed, "What's the matter, Atsushi-kun."

"It's nothing." Atsushi Nakajima, who had ruined a suit of clothes after the battle, shook his head reflexively, and asked him cautiously, "Mr. Dazai, you are fighting to protect Yokohama, right?"

"Do I seem like such a kind person?"

"Like."

Osamu Dazai asked Atsushi Nakajima with a smile, but he was slightly stunned after receiving his firm answer, and finally shook his head with a smile, strode out and joined the others.

A group of people laughed and walked towards the detective agency. Osamu Dazai walked aside silently, his mind wandering. He raised his eyes and looked at the rising sun. The sun was warm but not dazzling, shining on people, as if it warmed the soul .

At that moment, he heard the voice of Xing Yun apologizing to himself when Xing Yun stopped just now. The soft and gentle female voice seemed to find out what he did, but she didn't intend to make any comments. He just heard it when he sighed unintentionally. It was blown around his ears like a gust of wind.

"Oh it's you."

He looked at the sky calmly, and after noticing anything unusual, he put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and continued to move forward calmly.