How to return the bandage essence that I accidentally got

Leaving aside Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's washing, blowing, dyeing, and bleaching, Fushin Yano wisely did not propose to change this outfit.

She returned to the Ability Secret Service Department wearing this slightly fluffy outfit that she wears every day, and Bei Cun, who was working at work, trembled in shock.

Fuxin Yano glanced at him lightly, but did not speak.

To be honest, Beicun is very easy to use, at least he helped her share a lot of documents and reports, he is a good (tool) person.

Having survived the two-month whitewashing stage, he worked conscientiously in the Special Ability Secret Service Division, which gave her a lot more time to fish.

"Remember to pick up Shibusawa in two days, you will be colleagues from now on."

What Fuxin Yano said in a calm tone was like a thunderbolt on the ground, making Beicun's head buzz.

No, who are you talking about?Who will be his colleague?

Beicun looked at Fengxin Yaye for proof, and got a casual affirmative look, and suddenly a large paragraph of civilized language came out of his mind.

His scalp was numb and his expression was contorted.

Not to mention Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's great achievements in the past, just his unpredictable character, if it doesn't look pleasing to the eye, the possibility of killing him casually to the sky is very high without even thinking about it.

As if knowing Beicun's concerns, Fengxin Yano added a sentence.

"Don't worry about him shooting at you."

Her voice was calm: "Although he is going to be used, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is still the key surveillance target of the Secret Service, and there will be many snipers staring at him."

As if he understood something, Kitamura pushed his glasses to accept the new colleagues coming.

There are not few people who know about the separation of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's body and supernatural powers, but not many, it's almost like a handful.

Because of his boss, he barely counts as half.

Now that there are two Shibusawa Tatsuhikos, there is more room for the Special Agents Division to operate.

If one gets out of control, it can be killed, anyway, isn't there another one?

This is probably what Fuxin Yano meant.

Kitamura felt relieved, and casually asked Shibusawa Tatsuhiko what capacity he was serving in the Secret Service.

"Huashanyuan, it should be this."

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In the following days, for the staff of the Ability Secret Service Division in charge of Yokohama, they were used to working overtime and some overtime before, and they were actually a little relieved.

The port mafia stopped messing around, the rats were thrown back to Siberia, and the military and police were gone...

Yokohama is finally quiet!

For this reason, the Ability Secret Service Division also held a small party to celebrate the hard-won easy work.

Kitamura:……

Hello!It's just that your workload is a little less, but it's not that you don't work!

Beicun is already used to the social animal painting style of the Secret Service.

He recalled the leisurely time in the Black Organization with some sadness, and hated himself why he didn't force President Fukuzawa's hand to beg for nothing to join the Armed Detective Agency.

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"Today's workload is nearly half that of the previous two days!"

A little brother with serious dark circles looked elated. Compared with the gradually decreasing workload in the past few days, he came to a conclusion: "Based on the current situation, Yokohama can be stable for at least ten days, so we have ten days. Easy time!"

He repeated excitedly: "Ten days!"

A group of people gathered around a desk, all of them couldn't hide the joy in their brows, and drank a cup of coffee instead of wine.

"Here's to ten days without baldness!"

"cheers!"

Bei Cun pushed his glasses, with a complicated heart, expressing that he, who is also a social animal, is incompatible with this group of elite social animals.

That's right, his work pressure suddenly dropped by half, but looking at himself...

Ah, tomorrow he will formally meet with Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, whose pseudonym is Hanayamain.

Although there are indeed fewer files to deal with, the pressure has become even greater.

Kitamura took a sip of coffee expressionlessly.

The next day.

Kitamura, who kept a low profile throughout the whole process and tried to impress Shibusawa Tatsuhiko the most, sat in a nondescript black car with a dull expression on his face.

He was waiting for Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to come out of the flower shop.

Yes, that's right, a florist.

Who knows why Shibusawa Tatsuhiko asked to get out of the car to buy flowers, and what's even more hateful is that he didn't dare to refuse.

This collector dared to provoke the leader to fight and would not mind cleaning up his little biscuit. Although he could run away or even go back, he was a colleague after all.

Give him some face.

With a sullen face, Kitamura watched Ryuhiko Shibusawa pick out a large bouquet of white roses.

Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, who had dyed his hair and wore colored contact lenses, changed his face completely, and he couldn't see the appearance of "White Kirin" at all. He was holding a flower and smiling all over his face.

Beicun felt a little sick to his stomach when he thought that this flower might be given to his boss. If he remembered correctly, his boss might already have someone who could give him a supper at night.

This makes people bald.

Could it be that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko couldn't love him in the future, turned his head and killed the night snack object, and was finally shot in the head by Fuxin Yano who lost Britney?

Kitamura:……

What terrible conjecture is this? !

Kitamura shook his head, hoping to get all the water out of it.

"...Buy it? Hurry up, the officer is waiting for us."

Kitamura opened the car window and said this to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko who came out of the flower shop.

Sure enough, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko heard that Fushin Yano was waiting for him, and his color number brightened for a while.

He selectively ignored Beicun, happily sat in the back seat holding flowers, and signaled Beicun to drive quickly.

Kitamura held the steering wheel expressionlessly: ...All right.

across the street.

Edogawa sat on a bench beside the street in disorder, licking the cone one bite at a time, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a black car passing by on the other side of the street, and his emerald green eyes were shining brightly.

Well.

It seems that "cat" is coming soon.

"Mr. Ranpo, do you need to buy anything else?"

A young man with blond hair and glasses came out of the convenience store. He held a bulging bag in his left hand, and spread out a handbook in his right hand to check carefully for any omissions.

Kunikida Doppo, a student of Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency.

Ranpo dug out a bottle of wave soda from the bag Kunikida was carrying, pressed the marbles and watched the round marbles roll into the soda.

He looked at it for a while, and then took a big bite of the cone. It seemed that it was frozen for a while before he said: "No, there will be new recruits coming to the detective agency in two days, and then I will help Mr. Ranpo buy snacks." All the work belongs to him!"

Kunikida Doppo was taken aback for a moment, pushed his glasses and asked in surprise, "Has the detective agency recruited new recruits?"

"No." Luanbu laughed brightly, opened his green eyes, and spoke cheerfully.

"It's a cat won by a detective!"

cat?

A big question mark appeared in Kunikida's head.

Are you talking about newcomers?Why did Mr. Ranpo mention cats?

Could it be that... the newcomer is a cat monster?

In an instant, a black cat demon with its fangs and claws, exuding a strong evil spirit and its own dubbing effects appeared in his mind.

Kunikida Doppo: ...

Kunikida Doppo clenched his hand and decided not to think deeply.

There was a sudden commotion ahead, but it subsided quickly, but Kunikida still faintly heard someone calling "Carl".

Are you having trouble?

"It's okay, the pet kicked the owner and ran away."

After Luanbu finished eating the cone, he unpacked another lollipop, and added: "Maybe I met someone of the same kind who is courting me."

The author has something to say: Today's famous detectives are also cute and cute.

In addition, Kunikida Mama in this chapter is 16 years old this year.

I don't know if he joined the agency at this time (there is a high probability that he didn't), so I will treat him as a temporary member, and then become a math teacher before resigning to officially join the detective agency. (Unreasonable and strong.jpg)

By the way, how is Kunikida's life arranged?

You have to graduate from college to become a math teacher, right?

But he resigned and joined the company before he was 20 years old?

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It is estimated that the collection is almost [-], and I will add an update.