Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

Shiori opened the door, and used the air cicada to go around the crowd in a petty temper. When she thought about it, she felt that she had gone too far, and the door had already been gently closed by herself.

Although the infirmary of the detective agency looks simple, it is full of things. Of course, there are some large chopping tools that should not appear in the infirmary.

Bypassing these weird things that looked more like murder tools, lying on the white hospital bed was Osamu Dazai who was sleeping peacefully.

The infusion tube dripped the liquid medicine slowly drop by drop. He closed his eyes, and his silent appearance was basically a sexually transformed version of Snow White (crossed out). The natural cold white skin and the daily bandages are more fragile.

A hundred times more pleasing to the eye than he usually looks.

Gee.

Shiori looked at it for a few seconds, then resolutely lifted off the white quilt, untied the bandage, and looked at the wound that was still somewhat shocking after being treated by Xie Ye.

It was indeed a penetrating wound directly hit by a sniper with almost no strict defensive measures, and the scar less than three centimeters nearby was split open without shame. Although it was fully bandaged, it still looked a bit miserable.

Open the six flowers.

The warm orange translucent shield quickly covered his wound. At the beginning, it was indeed counteracted by disqualification from the human world, but soon it was mixed with the outer side of Shiori Quincy's spiritual power and counteracted by supernatural abilities.

The orange light gradually acted on the wound, rejecting the phenomenon of "injury" at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No matter, no matter how pitiful it looks, you have to get up and work overtime.

Poetry. I have no feelings for men other than my boyfriend. I have no sympathy. Zhi increased the fluctuation of spiritual power in his hand, and the shield that received more spiritual power emitted a dazzling light.

Seeing Dazai Osamu's breathing was completely stable and his face was gradually turning red, Shiori waited for half a minute...

He breathed steadily, and as he breathed, his eyelashes, which were as long as a small fan, trembled slightly, and the skin near the original wound was even smoother without even a single pimple.

However, with eyes closed, the expression——

serene. (turn the table)

"Get up, the sun is drying your ass!"

Shiori twitched the corner of her mouth, pulled his hand and pulled out the needle, looking at Osamu Dazai who was still pretending to sleep.

What can I do, in short, I carefully took a cotton swab to block the small mouth that still oozes blood.

"..."

"Tai, Zai, Zhi—"

Just as Shiori elongated his tone and called out his name threateningly, there was a sudden loud noise from the collapse of the floor or other things outside the door of the infirmary.

"Hmm...ah, good morning, Miss Shiori~"

The black-haired young man slowly opened his eyes weakly, as if he had been in a coma for too long, his eyes were not used to the light, and two drops of crocodile tears leaked from the corners of his eyes.

"It's already afternoon."

Shiori turned her head and glanced at the door, and continued to remain expressionless, but her speech speed accelerated unconsciously.

"Huh? Good afternoon, Miss Shiori."

He slowly turned his neck, his waist and abdomen were weak as if he didn't dare to use force.

"Oh, it hurts..."

"Don't pretend, don't pretend, the clean skin you are covering now is almost whiter than mine."

Although I really don't want to admit it, Dazai Osamu is basically covered in bandages all the time, and his skin is whiter than most girls.

"Huh?!! Ms. Shiori, did you just look at me..."

He grabbed the white quilt with a bit of playfulness and stood in front of him.

"Don't be poor, the Hong Kong gangsters from outside should break in and get up and work."

"Miss Shiori's ability is really amazing, and besides, the outside situation doesn't allow me to use it at all. I'm weak and helpless, and I don't have much combat power. If I go out and get caught, I will only be severely beaten Beat me up."

Osamu Dazai sighed and spoke seriously.

"Then it's good for you to pull away all the hatred with one person."

"That's not necessary either!"

Originally, he said this casually with a joking mentality, but Shiori actually started to seriously think about it. Osamu Dazai, who threw him out as a "T" monster, finally became a little more serious.

"Actually, seeing Shiori, you are able to heal my wounds, and you have already escaped from that demon's layout. The 'co-phagia' virus is probably not difficult for you. Judging by your relaxed expression now, just You can guess..."

"The president and your family are all fine, right?"

The expression on Dazai Osamu's face became a little gossip.

"Maybe it's even a blessing in disguise, after all, Grandpa Kurosaki seems to be the type who knows how to get along with people."

"I think the outside world is already playing happily, and I don't really need me anymore..."

He clutched his "wound", slowly raised his waist, lay down on the body, and covered the quilt leisurely.

"With Mr. Ranpo around, there's not even room for me to do anything."

"That won't work."

Compared with Osamu Dazai, Shiori, who judged the scene outside more keenly, pulled his quilt at the same time. Regarding the tug-of-war competition for the quilt, she almost had a match with the servant who called her to get up every day, and her force skills were much more skilled than Dazai. .

"There is enough manpower outside and I want to pull you up to do coolies. Is there any necessary connection?"

She casually pulled Osamu Dazai up, pulled off the bed, and smiled.

"I don't know anything about that demon, Mr. Dazai, please use your ingenuity to trick this man out."

"The most important thing..."

"The key point, it should be Miss Shiori."

Osamu Dazai smiled leisurely, turned his eyes, and propped himself up.

Pushing open the door of the infirmary, Brother Yiyong had disappeared, and the window was wide open, obviously chasing and arresting someone.

Ichigo looked at the map on the table with a helpless expression on his face.

"Where's grandpa?"

She walked gently to her father and asked in a low voice.

"Say it's going outside to smoke a cigarette."

"Ah... how long have you been out? Why do I suddenly feel so sorry for Mr. Nakaya, who is guarding outside..."

Shizhi understood, and the roots of her ears started to turn red like fire.

The conversation between the father and daughter was very low, only Fukuzawa Yukichi who was on the side heard it.

"It's been more than ten minutes. It was supposed to be a matter of the detective agency, but instead it caused you trouble. It's really..."

"From now on, we will be a family. Don't we talk about two different languages? Oops——"

Shiori, who was talking smoothly, was hit on the head by her always amiable and good-tempered father, and her mouth puffed up.

While Shiori went in to treat Osamu Dazai, the investigators outside were obviously making some preparations under the command of Fukuzawa Yukichi and Ranpo.

The group was heavily guarded. It should be that Kenji broke through a small half of the wall and let the others retreat first. The remaining Atsushi Nakajima and Yukichi Fukuzawa were responsible for protecting Dazai and Shiori.

Tanizaki, who has always played as a support, also rubbed his hands a little timidly, looking nervous.

"People in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang are very patient. After such a long time, there is no other expression? Grandpa's missionary (crossed out) smoking time is really long and..." Shame.

After listening to it once, the person concerned doesn’t want to listen to it a second time. If he continues to listen, he feels that he can die socially.

As soon as the words fell, there was another loud noise.

On the other side, Dun Dun's eyes lit up when he saw Dazai Osamu who was alive and kicking behind Shiori.

Obviously, although in daily life and work, everyone generally wants to kill, but when it comes to an emergency, Osamu Dazai, who looks like he has read a future script, gives people an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

"Mr. Dazai!"

The little tiger shouted with sparkling eyes.

# # #

Zhong Yuanzhong also surrounded the entire detective agency with his people, and it didn't take long before a middle-aged man who had never seen before came out of it.

The black-haired man looked to be in his early forties, slightly scruffy, wearing a floral shirt and black trousers, a white coat over the outer layer, and a ballpoint pen pinned to his breast pocket.

Carelessly walking out of the elevator, he fumbled in his pocket for a long time, took out the lighter, and lit the cigarette for a long time.

On the lighter with only a few sparks, there was no fluttering flame for a long time.

"Hey, brother over there, do you smoke? Can I borrow a fire?"

The black-haired man glanced at them and hid in the corner without paying attention, and didn't go far, as if he was hiding out to smoke normally.

At this time, he scratched the back of his head confidently and walked over.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little puzzled at first, and before he showed his tricks, he saw him go straight to Mr. Guangjin, bypassing him.

So...why bypass him?

No, that's not the point.

"Are you from a detective agency?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye was already a little irritable. The situation of his leader was unknown, so he didn't have time to waste time with inexplicable people.

"Ah? What detective agency, I just came to see my little granddaughter. It's Chinese New Year, and she has a boyfriend and hasn't gone back to see me, the old man."

The man blinked for no reason, and then he didn't know which sentence hit his head, and started various chatter.

"Let me tell you..."

"My little granddaughter is good-looking and capable. She has been well-behaved and caring since she was a child. She has good academic performance and good sports. She learns everything very quickly..."

"How old is this, why did you fall in love with it..."

Everyone in Hong Kong and Hei could not help but twitch the corners of their mouths because of the endless chatter, and they couldn't even find the time to interrupt him.

"Oh, after talking so much, let me show you her picture."

I saw him take out a group photo from his arms. In the photo, the man is holding a five or six-year-old little loli in his hands. The young girl with a little baby fat on her cheeks is wearing two little jiujiu, laughing Get soft.

This Absolute and the leader have a common language...

Shiori Inoue...

Zhong Yuanzhong also had two thoughts flashing through his mind at the same time, and he frowned, because the inexplicably relaxed atmosphere tightened because of the strange preaching atmosphere just now.

The red ability belonging to the top combat force Gravity Envoy in Hong Kong exploded, with him as the center, the ground collapsed——

"Sorry, hand over the head of the detective agency president, we won't talk about personal grievances today."

"Ah? Little brother, you are looking for brother Fuze, that won't work, my granddaughter finally took a fancy to a man, and the overall is good and reliable."

"As an elder, I can only be sad and bless at the same time. Otherwise, my little princess will make trouble with me."

The man stood there carelessly, sighing in distress.