After the overlord hit the bow, Dazai

It's been raining in Yokohama recently.

The most intuitive manifestation is that the number of documents that I need to deal with has increased, and what is even more terrible is that a well-known conscientious and tool person in Hong Kong and black has gone on a business trip, and the return date is uncertain, so I can't quietly stuff the documents into his file pile and ask the Chinese government to help me Dealing with it, Mori Ogai still has a conscience, and I reluctantly continued to work after triple my salary. Otherwise, I would have quit my job because of Dazai Osamu, a dog man who increased my workload every day.

But even with three times the salary, I didn't plan to turn myself into a social animal like Ango Sakaguchi. I would spend half a day every weekend to get in touch with my newly-appointed Concubine Zhi. His adopted children also went to see her. After knowing my name, everyone consciously called me "Your Majesty", although I think they like my bird more than me.

But anyway, children are the cutest angels in the world.

Occasionally, I also go to Lupine Bar to drink a few glasses of orange juice, and chat with them by the way. Of course, if there is no Osamu Dazai among them, I may be happier. I found that although Ango Sakaguchi has a social animal face, he unexpectedly Make complaints.

So one night, I accidentally drank the wine that Osamu Dazai secretly mixed in orange juice and got drunk. I happily sealed him Anpin, and used supernatural powers to make him shout "Long live my emperor, long live, long live".

I will never forget the frightened look on the other side's face when I woke up from Ango Sakaguchi's bed the next day.

Later, Ango Sakaguchi disappeared, and the leader summoned Odasaku and gave him the oracle of silver, ordering him to find Ango Sakaguchi, regardless of life or death.

Although the explanation to the outside world is that Ango Sakaguchi, as an intelligence agent of the organization, should not look for it in a big way, but I always feel a sense of disobedience in it.

The disappearance of Ango Sakaguchi involves the European supernatural organization Mimic. It is said that it is a problem left over from the European supernatural war in the early years. It is probably not a coincidence that this organization has sneaked into Yokohama suddenly.

In all likelihood, someone deliberately attracted them.

My knuckles tapped on the table.

Yokohama, Europe.

Ango Sakaguchi, Mimic.

Oda Sakunosuke.

Even if he was looking for Ango Sakaguchi, he could definitely let Osamu Dazai, who also had a good relationship with him, go, why bother looking for an ordinary bottom member.

With Osamu Dazai's ability, finding Ango Sakaguchi is a piece of cake, but Mori Ogai is far away...unless there is a reason why Oda must go.

What is his identity... Although Odasaku is a former killer, he has washed his hands for many years, and now he is just an ordinary member of Hong Kong gangsters. The only special thing is that he does not kill people, but I am afraid that his name is not even heard by some middle and upper class Having said that, at most they only know that there is a strange low-level member who does not kill people.

Hmm... Could it be an ability? Speaking of which, I don't even know what Odasaku's ability is.

Thinking of this, I immediately sent a message to Osamu Dazai asking if he knew what Odasaku's ability was.

[It's seamless, it can predict the future within five to six seconds, it's a very powerful ability. ] Osamu Dazai, who was fishing for fish, replied to me right away, 【Xiao Shang, you are actually fishing for fish!Deduct your wages! 】

Anyway, it is Mori Ogai who pays my salary now, not you, I ignored him, blocked Osamu Dazai directly to avoid harassment, and then decided to leave early and go home.

Mori Ogai was very resentful when he received my leave note for the past few days: "Ah, Ms. Huang, the organization is very busy recently, don't you really think about asking for leave after a while?"

"Mr. Mori, I'm still a student." I was unmoved, "I'm going to take the exam soon, and I still have to review."

The corner of the other party's mouth twitched, and he reluctantly signed my leave form.I reminded me by the way: "Ah, I remember my contract has a paid vacation clause."

He suddenly became more reluctant.

I ignored him crying and holding Alice behind me, and took my leave slip back to pack my things contentedly, and carried all the documents that were basically unprocessed to Osamu Dazai's desk by the way.

When I got home, the first thing I did was to check if there was anything like a monitor in the house, and then I called the person whose phone address book said [little sweetheart].

"Hello?" The other party answered the phone casually.

"Ranbu!" I said seriously, "I have something to ask you."

I said the general situation again, and then waited for the other party's analysis.

"Are you an idiot?!" Edogawa Ranpo said unceremoniously, "Obviously this was planned by your leader, and your friend will die without any accident. Ah, as for the purpose... Do you know what is different? Can you get a license to open?"

That's it, so everything makes sense.

I promised to buy him a month's worth of dim sum as a thank you gift, then hurriedly hung up the phone and contacted another acquaintance.

"Do you have any detailed information about the supernatural organization Mimic in Europe? Especially their leader." I asked bluntly.

"It took you so long to contact me in Japan that you asked me for information as soon as you opened your mouth?" I could imagine the surprised expression on the other side's face through the microphone.

"Stop talking nonsense. When you hounds came to the flower planter to hand over the task, I was your guide. It's not too much to pay now."

"...You are as shameless as ever." He was a little speechless, "Your so-called guide is just pointing the way, and it is still wrong."

"Ah, after all, I was just a work-study program at that time, and it was only the first time I went there. I'm not familiar with the road, anyway, you finally found a place," I said with no guilt, "And Mr. Tiechang thought I was something The intruder drew his sword directly, you must know that I am a weak, innocent and helpless girl, Mr. Jono, you went so far as to scare me, it would not be too much for me to make up for it.”

"But you came back directly for revenge, didn't you?" Tiaoye Caiju said coldly.

"Concubine Tiao, you have to believe that I love you!" I said on purpose.

The other party seemed to be disgusted by me, and after a long silence, he replied: "Understood, I will pass on the information you want to you later." Finally, he paused, "I heard that you are now in the port mafia? So say You were the one who did that thing a year ago, and Osamu Dazai, the cadre of Hong Kong gangsters, is just taking the blame for you."

"Ha, I don't know what's going on," I pretended to be stupid, "Oh, the signal suddenly went bad and I couldn't hear the sound, so I hung up."

Although Tiaoye Caiju was a bit insidious, he was very efficient and quickly passed the information over.

Betrayed by the motherland, broken in faith, wandering and wandering in search of death...

Ah, what a headache.

I looked through the information of Andre Gide, the leader of Mimic, with some distress.

It stands to reason that there are also many well-known thinkers in France, why haven't they been influenced a bit.

I sighed and got up to look for the prince.

"Prince!" I shouted towards the balcony, and the prince jumped out happily.

"Let's look at your prince next," I rubbed his head, "Go and find out where he's hiding."

……

"Good evening, gentlemen." I kicked open the door of the old abandoned villa, and waved at the soldier-like man in charge of Marx's "The Civil War in France" (Note 1), which I bought temporarily in my hand, showing a friendly look. Smile, "Are you interested in accepting the influence of the great communism?"

If you are abandoned by your beloved country, instead of giving up on yourself, why not launch a revolution to change everything!

I don’t believe it anymore, I have been influenced by Marxism for so many years as a flower grower, and I still can’t say that I am not a Gide!