Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

The detective agency was very efficient, and it didn't take long to contact Shiori through the number left by the clinic, saying that the culprit in the serial disappearance case had been arrested.

At that time, Shizhi was holding the little tiger that retreated home in her arms, with a circle of fur around her feet.

"In the future, let's drink tea together?"

"Okay, if there is a chance, I know a milk tea restaurant near our university is delicious."

After hearing the news, Nobuko seemed extremely relaxed and let out a long sigh of relief.

Immediately, he expressed that he didn't want to disturb her home for too much time, so after reassuring that he was fine, he left with the white camellia embroidered kimono Shiori gave her and the cash he forced for her.

Shiori suppressed the suspicion in her heart and returned to the office.

Osamu Dazai was sitting leisurely on the sofa in the coffee shop holding a newspaper. After discovering Shiori, he looked at her with a mysterious face and showed her some kind of "I know a big secret, but I won't tell you" Owing to a flat smile.

"Shiori - I..."

His attitude was so familiar and strange that Shiori subconsciously tensed up.

"Dazai! The celebratory reception has been cancelled, and work is coming."

Before Osamu Dazai started his routine, Kunikida stretched out his hand and dragged him away.

Kunikida Doppo, who had just come down from upstairs, subconsciously held his abdomen, probably healed his wound casually, and stared at the anonymous power of attorney sent, with a rather ugly expression on his face.

Apologetically, she nodded towards Shiori.

Shiori lowered her eyes and shook her head, glanced at Kunikida-kun's bandage with a little worry, thought for a while, raised her hand and tapped the six flowers in front of her eyes, the two petals of ice blue seemed to be dimmed.

In the ears are the broken words that came from the two when they walked away and talked.

[The content of the commission is to dismantle the bomb, before sunset tomorrow, otherwise hundreds of people will die. 】

Yokohama is really troubled.

Shiori casually picked up the newspaper that Osamu Dazai had just placed on the table, and the pen that he pressed on the interlayer rolled down to the ground with Shiori's movements.

She picked up the pen and put it in her pocket, and turned to the page where the pen was used as a bookmark, only to realize that the incident did not seem to be directed at Yokohama, but at the Armed Detective Agency.

The pictures in the newspaper were taken from quite hidden corners, and the full text implicitly and boldly contained the huge casualties caused by the personal mistakes of a certain "impulsive and brainless" detective.

In the picture, Mr. Kunikida rushed forward to knock on the glass, and Nobuko tried to stop him in surprise.And Osamu Dazai, who should have been closer to Kunikida at the scene, only showed a corner of the windbreaker in the whole photo.

And

Two lines of small characters written in pen.

【Ambassador of the Blue/Terrorist of the Cang Banner】

【Miss Shiori thinks, what is the relationship between them? 】

As if she knew she would read it, she left a casual reminder.

Because it was a sensational case, you can get a general idea of ​​what happened by searching on the Internet.

A few minutes later, she used the official status arranged for her by the current affairs to call out the most credible truth about the so-called King Cang incident within her purview.

It is a tragedy that an elite official directly uses violence to counter violence after being hit in order to establish a just and ideal world.

These days, are there so many people (fools) who relentlessly pursue their ideals?

Utopia is a vain fantasy. Anyone who wants to build a paradise on earth will inevitably turn the earth into hell in the end.

Personal morality and pursuit of ideals are admirable, but trying to put the right above the whole society...

It can only be said that sometimes trial and error may be necessary?

And Cang Wang used his actual actions to tell the public that a purely ideal Utopia does not exist.

Speaking of which, in the past few days, she should have encountered or heard of idealism one after another, plus the deceased King Cang, there are already three people.

There is also the name of the king of Cang Wang, which is good for the second grade.

Although she is often called Jijun, Lord, Lord, General and so on.

……

wrong.

She paused suddenly, rethinking the whole context of the matter.

Maybe only two.

Thinking of Dazai Osamu's slightly mysterious emotion when they met in the morning and Nobuko's strange reaction, Shiori felt that she probably got the truth.

What is this for?What do you want her to do?

She sighed and put the newspaper aside.

Not that she was powerless to stop what was going to happen, but if she did, so what?

The dead person's time in this world has stopped, and the obsession he left behind is destined to be higher than the consciousness of the living in the eyes of Xinzi.

Yesterday's impulsiveness made her ask such a question, but such a plan to solve the criminal without dirtying her own hands will never be disintegrated and disappeared because of this impulsive impulse.

There is no turning back when you open the bow, even if Xinzi wants to stop, he may not be able to stop.

Shiori doesn't think that the friend she made halfway can pull people to surrender in peace.

Finding someone in the huge Liuhun Street is almost an impossible task, unless King Cang already has spiritual power or is a genius who has entered the thirteenth stage, but there is a high probability that it is impossible.

Forget it, most of Awataguchi's family has returned from an expedition recently, and because of her hypoglycemia, the sugar reserves around her are not enough.

It's decided, she can't control this matter, let's go to the shopping street to buy candy.

"Xiaoshi, why did you get off work so early today? Auntie has freshly baked taiyaki here. Take some home while it's hot."

"Xiao Shi, I specially saved a piece of the best meat for your family, which was brought back by your little brother just now."

……

"Oh, thank you grandparents, and auntie."

Walking in the commercial street, Shizhi felt like a group favorite who grew up eating a lot of food. In short, the whole style of painting has changed, and she looks like the heroine of the farm.

Not to mention greeting you with familiar faces, many of the shops in the commercial street are old neighbors who have been together for decades, so Shiori, who has been passed down from word to mouth recently, has gained another wave of favor because of her good looks , Grab a bunch of food while walking along the way.

Many people are quite skilled in their actions, and the things they give are basically not very valuable but thoughtful things. The skillful posture of stuffing things makes Shiori feel that this street pet treatment is not exclusive to her, but has seniors .

By the time she reached the door of the dim sum shop, she had already carried three or four bags in her hand.

Because the aunt who sells taiyaki specially told me that it is delicious when it is hot.

After stuffing her with a box full of sealed taiyaki, he also specially gave her two paper bags of red bean paste, which is said to be the best seller, for her to eat on the road first.

"Auntie, one is enough..."

She insisted on paying the price for one box, only to find that they gave two more.

"It's okay, girls just want to eat more sweets. You look so thin, eat more."

So Shiori held the bag in one hand and the hot taiyaki in the other, feeling that her hands were almost not enough.Only the fish tail is left with a few bites.

So hot, so hot.

……but.

The sweet bean paste filling is also her favorite soft and glutinous texture. It is very dense but not too sweet, and the skin and corners are crispy and crispy, which makes people squint with happiness.

Opening the door with the fish tail in her mouth, Shiori immediately glanced at the cashier boss.

The owner of the pastry shop looked young and wore an old long coat. Seeing her open the door and say a friendly welcome, he probably didn't know her.

The store has a complete range of candies. Although the candies are not as exquisite as the ones sold by Wanwu, there are many flavors that I have never seen before.

The colorful gold flat candies are like stars, small and shiny, the fruit candies are printed with the same flavor pattern, exuding a fruity aroma, and the fudge is like a mountain, piled up in the cabinet in a simple and casual manner.

It's candy heaven.

Awataguchi's family has the most short knives, so they always have more stocks.

Shiori scooped up candies in a serious manner (at least [-]% of them were private), but she still had a justifiable reason.

She couldn't help rolling up her sleeves, and took several bags to the candy cabinet, eager to try it.

"Ahem, Inoue-san?"

Her movements stopped for an instant, and she turned around stiffly like a marionette.

why! ! !

Why every time I meet Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi, she has no ladylike classical elegance at all... she looks abnormal.

What is she who wants to do things and must catch the bag?

This is a dim sum shop, a paradise for children, and a treasure museum of short knives. Adults should take a detour.

She buys gifts for Tai Dao Da Da Dao in the direction of the tea room or high-end custom-made clothing, and occasionally goes to places that sell weird toys, but in short, it will not be in the dim sum shop, Mr. Fukuzawa, he does not follow common sense play cards.

You must know that after Shiori knew that he and his sweetheart were neighbors, he even took good care of his clothes and makeup when throwing out trash.

"Mr. Fukuzawa."

Shiori didn't know if her expression was too tragic, and she held a paper bag of taiyaki strangely in her hand.

"Are you here to buy candy for your brothers?"

The man skillfully picked up the basket, and walked to the snack area in a few steps. First, he skillfully picked out a few bottles of pop soda on the shelves in the corridor, and then took down a lot of puffed food.

This is already the appearance of regular customers who already know the overall arrangement without looking.

Sure enough, the boss looked over and greeted him very normally.

"Oh, Mr. Fukuzawa, are you here to buy wave soda again?"

"Thank you all the time for taking care of my business."

Wow, what a regular.

Shiori instantly entered a state of conditioned reflex.

"Yes, Mr. Fukuzawa, how about you?"

She blankly replied, thankful that she already had two "brothers" in front of him, a little surprised.

"It was purchased for his subordinates, he likes these."

Thinking of Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi showed a bit of helplessness on his face. He specially left work early and came here because he contacted Ranpo in Kyushu. Although the affairs there happened to have come to an end, he could obviously rest, play and relax for a while But he was called back urgently.

Sure enough, I still have to bring some snacks tomorrow.

Then he thought of that threatening email with courteous words but extremely unpleasant content, and frowned.

"oh, I see……"

Shiori lowered her head, aware of Fukuzawa Yukichi's emotions, and the speed of picking candies slowed down significantly.

After a while, she gently lifted the remaining steaming taiyaki in her hand.

"This one was given to me by the aunt next door. I have already eaten one myself, and the rest are put in the box, which is not convenient to take."

The girl who seemed to be frightened by him again shrank her hands and put aside the basket with the selected snacks.Turning around, he handed over the paper bag in his hand with a nervous attitude as if facing the dean.

"It's a thank-you gift for the scarf last night."

This wording seems to be ambiguous.

"Ah, what I mean is, I don't know if I can meet you at this time. I didn't bring out that scarf. Is it okay to go home?"

"Don't worry, if you don't mind, I'll give you the scarf."

Fuze thought of the box of extremely exquisite snacks in the office, but felt that it was his side that needed to return the gift.

"The temperature is still a bit low recently, and Yokohama is restless. Be careful after get off work at night."

He took the taiyaki from Shiori's hand and nodded.

"If you don't mind, let's go back together later."