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The boy's fair cheeks gradually turned red, and he dragged Saitama into the building, "My ears are blown by your words, it's so itchy."

"Your ears are so sensitive."

Nakahara Nakaya pulled Saitama into his arms, a red light flashed across his body, and ran on the wall with him in his arms.

This way the speed is faster, and Saitama has no time to talk nonsense.

If the Armed Detective Agency only looks at the closed door, it is very ordinary, no different from the ordinary office space used by ordinary companies.

But when Qiyu knocked on the door, the door opened slowly, and then looked inside, it was completely unusual.

A huge office is not like an ordinary company, where every employee must be required to sit in front of the desk step by step, even if there is no work, they must pretend to be busy at work.

What was displayed in front of Saitama was obviously still a boy,

The young man who was working instantly picked up the account in hand, and fixed his eyes on Nakahara Chuya.

"Are you an employee of the Armed Detective Agency?" Saitama asked.

"I'm not a regular employee, just an intern here." Kunikida Doppo said sternly, "I've already planned to recruit a math teacher within the next five years, and plan to take a weaving exam."

"He's very dangerous." Kunikida grabbed the diary, ready to use his ability at any time.

The Armed Detective Agency has a lot of information on people with supernatural powers in Yokohama, among which the King of Sheep on Radium Street is almost famous.

The king of sheep has a handsome face and strong strength, and has the reputation of "no matter what the members of the organization are, he will protect his weaknesses and protect them well".

The iconic orange hair and blue eyes let Kunikida see the dangerous identity of this boy at a glance.

Kunikida believed this sentence, and felt that his guess was right. The King of Sheep on Radium Street is indeed a complete dark resident, and can only be resolved by the rules of the dark world.

"If you do it, you will lose badly." The young man sitting behind the large desk stood up childishly, ignoring the two people who were at war with each other, ran over and pulled Saitama out from behind Nakahara Nakaya, and stretched out his hand at him. shot.

Almost no need to use the supernatural power 'super reasoning', the young man who can reason out the result as easily as breathing and blinking has already seen through everything: Saitama has a delicious snack hidden in his hand.

Qiyu took out the small steamed buns with red bean paste and put them in the palm of Edogawa Ranpo, "I made them myself."

The small steamed buns with bean paste are soft and firm, and the bean paste filling is soft and delicate, even if it is cooled, it will not affect the taste and texture.

Edogawa took a bite of the steamed buns randomly, narrowing his eyes happily, "I'll accept your commission, go to the tea room."

Outside, Kida Doppo put away his handbook and continued to work on the computer. Since Mr. Ranpo didn't warn him, nothing would happen.

Pantry.

Qiyu told her why she came here.

"Maintenance worker." Edogawa Ranpo gnawed on a small mantou with red bean paste, "Maintenance alone can't solve the problem. Mr. Mori is more persistent than you think. He regards the king of sheep by your side as the president's boss." The next generation will never give up until their goals are achieved.”

Taking advantage of the lack of people in the office, Edogawa Ranpo whispered what he knew.

"I guessed it a long time ago." Saitama knew that Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ogai had friendship, also knew that they had worked together for a while, and knew that Mori Ogai brought Dazai Osamu back from outside. From the beginning, he wanted Dazai Zhizhi joined the Mafia and groomed him like a successor.

And Osamu Dazai is indeed very similar to Mori Ogai in some aspects.

It's just that Saitama has only seen Fukuzawa Yukichi a limited number of times, and he only knows the Central Plains very well, so the guesses in his mind are very vague.

Now that he heard Edogawa Ranpo say it himself, he knew he was right.

"Can't it be changed?" Saitama turned to look at the orange-haired boy, "I don't want him to join the Mafia."

"I don't know." Edogawa Ranpo rarely fully opened his eyes to look over, the young man's eyes were shining with wisdom, and after watching for a while, he narrowed them again, "You are a different person, so I don't know the result. But the office building is easy to deal with, you can ask the world to come down to the gods. Only, only, you can."

"Can I ask why?" Saitama whispered, "I can bring you pumpkin-filled buns next time."

Edogawa Ranpo smiled happily, "Because you are from the real world, and we were all just virtual existences. Because of your arrival, we are gradually becoming real, so this world will respond to any request you have."

"No."

He has begged the world countless times, begged the gods to stop his hair loss, but it didn't work at all.

"I can't disclose this. Next time, remember to give me the little steamed buns stuffed with pumpkin." Edogawa Ranbu happily stood up, sat back behind the large desk, and unwrapped new snacks.

If you ask again, nothing will come out, and the commission has ended.

Qiyu didn't see the president Yukichi Fukuzawa appearing, probably because he was not in the office, so he couldn't say hello, so he had to leave.

Coming out of the old office building, Saitama stood on the side of the road, quietly looking at the ever-flowing road in front of him.

"Whether what he said is true or not, there will always be gods." Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little frustrated, because he didn't help with the maintenance of the office building.

"If not, I'll be your god."

"Saitama, I have investigated my life experience without telling you."

"It's just that there are no clues, and nothing has been found out."

"Since I don't know my life experience, then I'm a god."

Even if the whole world does not respond to Saitama, he will always stand by his side and give the best response.

If not, I will become a god.

"I believe too."

Vaguely, he seemed to understand the meaning of what Edogawa Ranpo said.

Real world, virtual.

He vaguely understood the meaning, but Saitama didn't dare to think about it, he grabbed Nakahara Chuya's hand as if confirming something.

The orange-haired boy has a high body temperature and is always like a small heater. There are thin calluses in his hands, which feel good to the touch.

"Let's go." Nakahara Chuya pulled Saitama across the road.

Usually holding hands is for the convenience of moving, and there is no other meaning, but what happened when the hand was touched, it seemed that it suddenly felt completely different.

Obviously it's just skin to skin contact.

The orange-haired boy almost fled with Qitama, and after running for a certain distance, he realized that he was not far away from Qitama, and he couldn't help being dumbfounded.

"We are going to the clinic to take Mr. Dazai away to take care of him." Saitama reminded in a low voice.

"That mackerel is too troublesome." Although he said so, Zhongya Nakahara approached the clinic quickly.

Qiyu helped him turn over and activate the blood in his body.

"He has colleagues, let them come." Nakahara Nakaya stood beside the hospital bed, watching Qiyu reach out to poke here and pinch there, wanting to step forward to help.

"Chuya, help me get the nutrition needle." Saitama pushed the orange-haired boy away.

For a master of physical arts and a person with supernatural powers, he is almost never injured, and the strength of his movements is also particularly strong. In addition, he has long seen mackerel as disliked. If he is asked to do it, he will probably poke Duan mackerel hard ribs.

"Mr. Dazai's colleagues, I only know Mr. Oda and Mr. Ango." Saitama explained, "Oda is a low-level member who works overtime all year round and rarely has free time. He must rest at night and cannot take care of patients. Mr. Ango's supernatural ability is not suitable for taking care of patients."

Ability to read memories left on items.

This kind of supernatural ability will make him a good member of the intelligence department, but it must be specific to the people and items he has come into contact with.

Otherwise, no one can be sure what will be revealed inadvertently.

"Where's Mr. Sen?"

"It seems to be possible." Saitama suddenly realized.

He only thought of his colleagues and forgot about Mori Ogai.

Mori Ogai used to be a military doctor in the army, and even formed an undead army, and opened a clinic in the dark for so long. His medical skills have long been seen by all. In terms of his medical skills, it is most suitable to take care of Osamu Dazai.

As for character.

Qiyu thought for a while, and decided to call the mafia leader to temporarily act as a doctor and take care of the patients at night.

"Call someone." Zhongyuan Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief, he can't let Saitama take care of the mackerel all the time, he has to wash his hair at night, and wash his hair with eggs. If the water temperature is not well controlled, the egg whites will turn into egg flowers. It takes a long time to clean.

Mafia office building.

In the narrow office on the ground floor, the phone rang suddenly.

"Rintaro, cheesecake." The blond girl was the first to see the phone number and immediately called out.

It's the clinic's secret call, via an encrypted signal.

He is an apprentice who stays in the bright world, so he cannot ignore it.

Mori Ogai picked up the phone and listened to what was said there.

"Alice, the 400 million bill may not be cashed." The mafia leader felt depressed, "The newly damaged floor in the top office is related to Dazai, it was destroyed by Saitama to save Dazai. Dazai is a Mafia employee, and there are many Ability, maybe you will become a cadre in the future..."

So the bill cannot be charged to him, because if it is charged to Dazai, it is tantamount to the mafia paying the bill.

"Rintaro, I want to eat cheesecake."

"A well-trained apprentice, why does his elbow always turn outward?"

But no matter what, the mafia leader is bound to win the king of sheep.The only suitable candidate for Fukuzawa Yukichi's next job. Missing this will not only greatly reduce the strength of the mafia, but also have a huge impact on maintaining the dark order.

Thinking of this, Ogai Mori felt that the reason was very good, so he kicked up two bills, left the cramped and narrow office arrogantly, went to the clinic secretly, and started the recruitment plan!

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: watermelon bottle; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!