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

I pushed open the door, the atmosphere in the club was a bit heavy, I scanned around but didn't see Xianzhi, I turned my hat with my fingers, and asked in doubt: "Where is Xianzhi?"

"Just sent the guests off the elevator." Kunikida said.

I put down my hat, and gave Kunikida the information I got from Toya, "Is it a group of people led by blond hair?"

Kunikida nodded.

I quietly stretched out my hand to the candy beside the Ranbu table, grabbed it and quickly peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into my mouth.

Strawberry flavored, super sweet!

"Kunikida, there is some bad news. Kenji should have been taken away by that group." Mingming went down together, but if he didn't return to the detective agency, he could only prove that he was taken away by that group.

With a sullen face, Kunikida ordered Atsushi and Tanizaki to find Kenji.

Sugar in my mouth, "%@%%@%@@@"

Kunikida pushed his glasses, "That group of people claim to be an overseas supernatural organization named Organization, and they came to the detective agency to buy a supernatural license."

The candy in his mouth was frightened and swallowed by Kunikida's words, "Why do you refuse such a good business?"

"Kurihara, are you already unreliable and want to sell the ability license?!" Kunikida ran away in an instant.

Sure enough, honest people are honest people.

"I'm going to find my friends who made false testimonials, and it's fine to give them the false ones."

Kunikida rummaged through the drawer, took out a graduation certificate, held it up and said, "Could it be that the certificate of graduate student from the famous HA Buddha University in your admission materials, Kurihara, is a fake?"

I rubbed my ears and said indifferently: "Everyone in the company knows about it. After all, a teenage girl who is a graduate of Harvard University is not so scientific, even though I am a talented girl."

There was the sound of paper being torn.

I glanced at the certificate in the trash can and said dissatisfiedly, "Kunikida, are you jealous? You want me to have more."

I looked in my pocket for the various certificates that were with my miniature May Three.

"Look, senior welder certificate, mobile phone film senior engineer certificate, tractor ultimate engineer certificate...that's all for now."

Dazai picked up the realistic certificate he made and cast envious eyes, "It's amazing, can Xiaobai get me a certificate for a senior suicide?"

I waved my hand and said, "Small."

Kunikida threw my certificate into the trash can, "Falsification is against the law!"

Dazai and I looked at each other and said at the same time: "We are not fake, we are just fake porters."

Kunikida kept a dark face, not talking and giving Dazai and me any chance to tease him.

After realizing that Kunikida ignored me no matter what I did, I quietly reached out to Ranpo's table again, but Ranpo squinted his eyes and slapped it away.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts!" I complained, covering my hands, "Ranbu sauce is too much."

"I said, steal my candy, is it delicious?" Ranbu's eyes, which had been closed all year round, opened, and the emerald eyes were like emeralds, shining with the light of wisdom.

"After all, it is the taste of Ranpo Sauce, super delicious." I nodded flatteringly, "Ranpo Sauce, do you have any more?"

Luanbu took out all the candies in his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth, his face suddenly became bulging.

He spread his hands and said vaguely, "It's gone."

I still had the sweet taste of strawberry candy in my mouth, and I couldn't love it: "Ranbu Jiang is too ruthless to me, a young and invincible beautiful girl."

"The only thing you have in common with the young and invincible beautiful girl is women." Luanbu said.

I moved the stool to Kunikida's place, pulled the corner of his suit and said, "Ranpo-chan bullied me, Dad wants to avenge me."

Kunikida's fingers tapped on the computer keyboard with increasing force, and I felt that Kunikida was hammering the computer keys like my head.

He looked at me sideways, and pulled out the crumpled corner of his suit that I had pinched.

"Is this the result of the entrusted case?" Kunikida opened the case report written by Dazai and I about this entrustment.

The slightly rounded and delicate font on it is mine, and it says:

After my own serious textual research and investigation, the theft of the Sun Wheel from Mihua Town Museum can be judged to be the theft of the Antarctic Stone, which cannot be solved by mere mortals like us.When will I become immortal, and when will I solve it.

And after I closed the case, Dazai secretly wrote his conclusion behind my back.

The theft from the museum was obviously done by someone with a bad brain.The reason for this conclusion is very simple. The thief put my great painting of Mr. Pumpkin and the watermelon sauce to commit suicide. He didn’t steal the Taidao, but stole the sun wheel with no value. What is it?

I couldn't help but nodded in agreement as I read it, "It really makes sense, Kunikida, let's leave such stupid thieves alone, shall we?"

Luan Bu raised his head and mocked, "Ba Ga."

Snapped--

The case report in my hand was pressed down on the table, painfully, and I slapped it too hard.In order not to lose my momentum, I gritted my teeth and held back the pain, and walked back in disorder: "Rebound!"

The whole detective agency fell into an extremely awkward atmosphere at first, and then a very shameless laughter reached my ears.

I took out a familiar book from the pocket inside the windbreaker, picked up the lighter on the table and pressed it, and a faint flame rose.

Dazai immediately stopped laughing, and stretched out his hand to me, "What are you going to do to my suicide manual?!"

I showed a sinister smile, and the flame of the lighter in my hand went out and ignited again.

Kunikida leaned back on the chair, and crossed his legs quite easily, "Dazai's baby manual was unexpectedly delivered by you, Kurihara."

Dazai has never been the one who obeys others. Sure enough, everything in the world is one thing and one thing.

"After all, some people taught me this craft by themselves." The manual was getting closer and closer to the flame in my hand, "Do you think so, Mr. Dazai?"

Dazai covered his face, unable to bear to see his handbook was about to be turned into dust, "Sure enough, he taught the apprentice and killed the teacher."

"Cut." I extinguished the lighter and threw the manual to him.

Dazai reached out to catch the baby and hugged him in his arms, "It's great, I can be with Handbook-kun again from now on."

He opened the manual, and turned a few more pages in disbelief, "Xiaobai, what did you do to it?!"

Kunikida leaned over curiously, drawing a black line on his forehead.Originally, Dazai recorded various suicide methods in the manual, and I wrote different words behind each suicide method.

For example: after eating the colorful poisonous mushrooms in the back mountain, you will be in a trance and die in a relaxed and happy way.

Later, I marked a line of extremely conspicuous words with a red pen:

Whoever did it is an idiot.

If you really go to the back mountain to collect poisonous mushrooms, Mr. Dazai, please help me to collect some normal mushrooms before he dies. By the way, I can kill a pheasant. I haven’t eaten chicken stewed mushrooms for a long time, and I miss it.

Dazai flipped through a few pages, and said dejectedly, "I can no longer look directly at Mr. Handbook. The suicide manual has completely changed into a gourmet manual. I'm so hungry after reading it."

Dazai waved, "Hey Xiaobai, let's go eat."

"No." I changed the subject, "Unless you treat me." It was just so blatant.

"My money is all with Xiao Bai." Dazai said.

I counted the money in my wallet, and said disgustedly: "Mr. Dazai is so old, he has no house, no car, and no savings. The young Kunikida has saved up his wife's money, and he has no money except for his face and smooth talk. It won’t happen that a beautiful girl dies in love with Mr. Dazai, so let’s give up.”

Dazai nodded from behind, "Yes, Xiaobai is right."

"What to eat?" Dazai asked.

"Of course it's hot pot!"

"There is really no unexpected answer."

"It's me who holds the economic power now, and I'm saying that I don't even give Mr. Dazai the bottom of the hot pot!"

Haruno served the coffee and sighed, "Kurihara-san and Dazai-kun have such a good relationship."

Kunikida took a sip of the coffee, and the bitter taste spread in his mouth, "No one can cure them except each other."

Haruno nodded his chin, "No matter how you look at it, Kurihara-san has the upper hand."

"Heh." That was that terrible guy Dazai willingly being suppressed.

The author has something to say:

I really want to change the name of the article, and call it Dazai Daily!