Please let me have a dog on a leash, okay?

The place of the banquet was in a mountain villa lined with rich people. I rolled down the car window and didn’t quarrel with Dazai, but just stared out the window in a daze.

The commission received by the detective agency this time is that I insisted on going along with it.

In addition to the well-known port mafia in Japan, there is another unknown dark force.No one knows where this unknown force came from, but from a few fragments of information, it can be known that most of the people in this organization are wearing black trench coats and are codenamed after various wine names.

It is known as the Black Organization.

20 years ago, the black organization did not know what experiments they were doing, and abducted many children who had just awakened their abilities all over Japan.

Because they acted secretly, the armed forces of all parties did not cause a substantial blow to them.

Some of those kidnapped children have never been heard from since, and some have mutated supernatural powers and lost consciousness. They were released by the black organization to attack innocent people.

Five years ago, the black-clothed organization disappeared. Until a few days ago, another group of children who had awakened their supernatural abilities were kidnapped by the black-clothed organization.

But this time, the client noticed that her little daughter was often stared at by a pair of eyes recently, but she couldn't see anyone. No matter where she went, someone followed her closely.

Thinking of the newly reappeared black-clothed organization and the newly awakened ability of his youngest daughter, he thought that the shadowy person in the dark might be a member of the black-clothed organization.

Today is his youngest daughter's tenth birthday party. Rich people's banquets are like this. They colluded with various forces, knowing that the best time to kidnap his daughter is today, but they still don't want to cancel the party. .

The world of adults is like this, every move is not like children doing whatever they want, most of their actions are more or less linked to interests, let alone these rich people.

Osamu Dazai opened the car door, and a gentleman's hand was handed over. The moment I put my hand on it, I thought of the queen mother and the little eunuch in the Huaguo Palace Douju.

I suppressed my smile and repeated today's character design to Dazai Osamu seriously, "Don't make me a character design!"

Osamu Dazai nodded, "Isn't it just President Dazai who is crazy about the cool bully and President Dazai's fairy secretary? Acting in his true colors."

I put my hand on Osamu Dazai's waist and twisted it hard. He covered his back pain and turned into an emoji. I looked at him and said gracefully: "The president who pulls a cool bully won't show such a stupid look that can be compared to an emoji expression."

"Also, don't tamper with me casually, what a messy little goblin secretary! She is obviously a dignified and elegant married lady."

"No, no, no, it's a little secretary who is like a tigress going crazy every minute."

I handed over the invitation, took off my coat and handed it to the servant, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "If it fails for me, I'll go and tear your precious suicide manual into pieces."

Dazai immediately turned serious, and the expression on his face became unattainable, looking like a domineering president.

I took Dazai on my arm and walked around the venue, observing the terrain. There were also plainclothes policemen hiding in the banquet, who looked suspicious at first sight. I really didn’t even need to guess. If there are policemen, there will be ghosts.

Dazai and I met the real intended host of today's banquet—Toyama Atobe.

The neon is really small, I raised my eyebrows and looked at the old acquaintance beside the distant mountain.

The same rich, but also the same surname, I should have thought that it was the daffodil, and the little girl targeted by the black organization was the girl in the commercial building that day.

What a frenzied group of people, reaching out to Atobe's house, not even letting such a cute little loli go.

Sitting on the sofa, Toyama Atobe is domineering and calm, which is completely different from Osamu Dazai's domineering at first glance.

He said in a deep voice, "Are you the people sent by the Armed Detective Agency?"

There was suspicion in his tone that he was very pessimistic about the abilities of the two of us. Could it be that a good-looking person must have poor strength.

Superficial human beings don't know that some people should be God's favorite, good-looking and powerful, such as me.

"Yes."

"Hope you are more useful than you seem."

Dazai still maintains his domineering face, and I can't see his eyes from my angle. I sat on the sofa and said, "Sure enough, a really domineering president is different."

Looking at the back of Toyama Atobe, Dazai didn't know what he was thinking, and said after a while, "Xiaobai, if I am as domineering as him, will many beauties come to me to die in love?"

His face was no longer the coldness and majesty just now, he held his chin and imagined the scene where he was surrounded by dozens of beauties, and then collectively dived to commit suicide.

I don't want to admit that I came to the banquet with this brain-boosting maniac.

The sofa next to me was sunken, and Keigo Atobe looked at me with scrutiny, "I didn't expect Kurihara to join the Armed Detective Agency after graduation."

Didn't expect it, underestimate me, I am not only a member of the Armed Detective Agency, I scare you to death by speaking out from another identity.

A great medical teacher, albeit by proxy.

I picked a good-looking orange from the fruit plate next to the sofa, and Dazai grabbed it right after peeling it.

I whispered: "Is Mr. Dazai mentally retarded? Can't even take care of himself, can't he peel oranges?"

Dazai's mouth was filled with oranges, and he whimpered.

"Shut up, I won't eat oranges with you and choke to death."

"@%@￥@￥@%@%@@@%"

"It's not the first day you know that I'm a heartless woman."

Provoked by Atobe's blue veins who ignored him, how did these two people manage to communicate without hindrance?

It's too unreliable to entrust the safety of my little sister to such two people!

An hour later, the climax of the banquet came, and the little girl in a pink tutu was brought onto the stage by Toyama Atobe.

She had a timid expression on her face, and Keigo Atobe unconsciously left the corner of her eye.

I smiled at her, she probably didn't expect to see me again at her birthday party.

Osamu Dazai turned his head suddenly, and the seaweed-like softness swept across my side face, bringing a burst of itching.

Today he took off the shit-yellow windbreaker that I couldn't look straight at, and was forcefully forced by me to wear a straight black suit. He looks a lot more serious, and Osamu Dazai, who doesn't do any naive behavior, is still very eye-catching.

I looked in the direction he was looking, only to see an empty corner.

Dazai turned his head, I don't know what he saw, but at least it wasn't something good.

"Are your eyes cramping?" Dazai pointed at my eyes.

I rolled my eyes, "Is this called Wink?"

One look and we're not surfing the same network.

I blinked my left eye again, seeing the blond man tilt his head and smile deeper.

It's true that we don't meet each other anywhere in life, this is the fate of the legendary hero and heroine.

As for Osamu Dazai next to me, he was completely reduced to a poor tool man.

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