Social animals don't deserve love

The last one to take notes was the man next to the bar with his back to the long table.

"I'm a regular customer of this store, and I really like the hazelnut latte here, what's the problem?" Facing the police's interrogation, he looked impatient, and had to cooperate with his work completely due to his civic duty.

"I didn't know those two women, and I didn't follow them."

He turned around and made a "back-to-back" posture: "No one has eyes behind their backs, I can't see them."

"I just want to find a quiet place to rest for a while. It's very close to my home and there are not many people."

The man turned back to face the recording officer. He put his hands in his pockets and swayed his body back and forth according to his tone: "This afternoon? Just sit and have a drink. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

As he said this, the man turned his gaze to Yada Fuyuki who signed another record with a pen: "Speaking of which, this lady came much earlier than me. Are detective agency investigators so busy?"

The long-haired woman whose name was mentioned raised her head like a small animal, showing a dazed and cute expression: "Huh? Oh! Yes, I skipped work and was reading a novel."

Chief Cipu: "..."

Why are you Armed Detective Agency employees commuting so casually!

The police officer in charge of the transcript promptly changed the topic: "If there is nothing else to add, please sign here and leave your contact information. Please do not leave Yokohama in the near future, in case you are summoned at any time."

At present, the cause of death of the two victims has not been determined, and the police have no power to restrict the personal freedom of passers-by who have no obvious doubts. They can only record their names and contact information in detail before releasing them.

"Oh." The man left his surname on the notebook, and greeted Yada Fuyuki before she left: "Miss Yada?"

Yada Fubuki kept opening the glass door and turned back to answer, and then the two walked out of the coffee shop one after the other.

"Sorry, I didn't speculate maliciously before, it was just a moment of panic, I'm sorry." The man slipped out through the crack of the door and stood beside her: "My name is Sugita."

His eyes flicked across the woman's shoulders, as if looking at the billboard across the road, and then turned back to peek at the soft tendons on the side of her neck.

"Nice to meet you, Sugita-san."

Smiling, she leaned forward slightly, quickly stopped her movements, lowered her head as if she was very shy, and raised her arms for a few times before pulling the long hair that had slipped to her chest behind her ears.

As if encouraged, Sugita glanced at the book she held in front of her chest, meaning: "Do you like reading very much, coincidentally, I do too. Oda Sakunosuke... haven't heard much about this writer, newcomer?"

"Well, yes, a newcomer in the literary world." She put the book down, stroked the book with her fingers, and glanced at the cover: "I like his works very much."

"I rarely read the works of newcomers. If it is not the most delicious part, there is no need to waste energy. Ah, it's not that novices will not perform well, it can only be said...they still have room for improvement. Hahahahahaha Haha, I’m sorry, this kind of arrogant thinking makes you feel annoying, right? Sorry, it’s not good to go out to study abroad early, and it’s a bit difficult to reintegrate into the culture after staying out for a long time.”

He began to bring the topic to the intended area—hitting the opponent's self-confidence and exaggerating his own authority.

The woman who walked slowly following his steps smiled and said nothing.Sugita also doesn't want her to talk too much, a woman who is too lively and outgoing is more likely to get out of control, at least he doesn't want her prey to escape before she gets tired.

Struggling and fighting are fun experiences, and running away is inevitably tedious.

Of course, the silence may also be a veiled rejection, maybe she is yelling at him for being crazy from the bottom of her heart.But it doesn't matter, rejection is also a kind of feedback, and in the end they can't escape his mental control.

"Oh... After talking for so long, I realized that it's getting dark. Let's go have dinner together? You told the sheriff just now that you are afraid of missing dinner. Ah, I have no other intentions," Sugita smiled at the target Stretching out his hand: "For a beautiful lady like you, no one can't help but pay attention. Please be sure to agree, so that I can apologize for my abruptness just now."

Even in the face of the murder case, she still showed gentleness and tolerance, which shows that this has always been the case. The world often has another adjective for this type of woman, which is "submissive".

Sugita smacked his lips inwardly, for the sake of his face, this slightly dull personality is not unbearable.

In fact... Yada Fubuki held back his laughter so hard that he didn't even dare to lift his head, for fear that he couldn't help laughing out loud.

——In case the self-proclaimed idiot next to him is scared away, it will be difficult to explain when he turns around.

"Okay, but I'm not familiar with this place at all..." She deliberately softened her voice, trying to put on a frail and pretentious appearance, which startled a short orange-haired young man in black who was walking by. .

Chuya Nakahara: What's wrong with Fubuki? !Are you cramping?

Yada Fubuki: At work, boo!

Nakahara Chuya: Understood!

Unable to rest assured no matter what he thought, the young man touched the hat and borrowed his subordinate's mobile phone to send a location and message to his ex-partner.

That guy has always been unreliable, but it's always okay to save the field.

At the same time, Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the sofa "thinking about life", was awakened by the vibration of his mobile phone. He clicked on it and looked: "Oh, slugs are smart enough to call him with an unfamiliar number. Is it going to rain red envelopes?"Squinting his eyes and taking a look outside, he noticed the photo attached to the message—colleague Yada Fuyuki was looking at the man walking beside her with eyes of caring for people with low IQs.

"It's interesting." He rubbed his chin, held up his mobile phone to Edogawa Ranpo who was eating French fries with dipping sauce: "Mr. Ranpo, let's make a bet~"

"Ah?" The detective took his foot off the table, walked in with the bag of chips and looked at it for 20 seconds: "What's the bet? Is this guy on a few boats?"

"No, that's too easy, why not bet on when Fuxue-chan will be able to return to the dormitory."

He opened the address book and found the target of persecution with a smirk.Edogawa Ranpo thought this was a good suggestion, put down the bag of chips and thought about it for five seconds, and nodded in agreement: "Yes, I bet that I will make dessert for a month downstairs. Fubuki will return to the dormitory before 35:55 to [-]:[-]. "

The two murmured for a while, and the edited and edited message was successfully sent together with the photo. Osamu Dazai threw away the phone: "Then I'll bet Fubuki-chan will open the dormitory door after 55:[-]."

The bet was established, Dazai Osamu urged Edogawa Ranpo to go to Kunikida Doppo to testify.The young man who really wanted to beat up his partner but didn't dare to offend his seniors nodded to the detective with a serious face, saying that he would seriously be the referee, then turned around and punched someone on the head: "I will tell Yata about this and see how she treats you .”

After he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and shook his head, just like the teacher in charge saw the bottom No. 1 trying his best to pull the positive No. 1 behind together...

As for the gentleman who received the message, probably no one cared about his mood.

……

Sugita didn't think about the reason why the voice of "prey" changed before and after. Seeing that "prey" voluntarily gave up the right to choose, he said to himself: "There is a western restaurant on this street, if you don't mind, let's go there?"

Fubuki Yata smiled and agreed.

This guy foolishly invites you to dinner, if you don't eat it, you won't eat it for nothing!Speaking of which, that store is a bit expensive.

"Miss Yada is a member of a detective agency?" Sugita sat down and brushed his hair, as if he wanted to create some visual effect.In all fairness, this person is not bad looking, it would be great if the greed in his eyes were not so strong.

The decoration in the western restaurant matches the price very well, and it belongs to the more thoughtful style.It's a pity that the look of the man on the opposite side who is eager for quick success looks like a piece of pork belly suffering from fatty liver under the light.

After sitting down according to the waiter's instructions, he couldn't wait to show himself, and he wanted to win the prey he had been paying attention to for a long time.

"It's just an ordinary civil servant." Yada Fubuki hardly dared to look up, so embarrassed that he could almost pick out a Disney castle with his toes.

"With all due respect, you seem to be doing something more rewarding. The police know you so well that they haven't considered getting public service?"

"Oh, it's just an occasional exchange of documents."

"Your self-awareness is too low. If it were me, I would definitely not turn a blind eye... baba, baba..."

I was wrong, it was a pain to eat for free.

Maybe the wallet escaped, but the lost time and lost appetite really make people feel a "big loss" from the bottom of their hearts.

After listening to ua memorabilia for almost an hour, the moment Yada Fubuki walked out of the western restaurant, he turned his back and let out a deep breath, and changed direction without a trace while walking, "making" Sugita think that he was the one who made the decision.

The two walked along the road until they reached the crossroads. The long-haired woman finally raised her slightly drooping head: "Thank you for your hospitality today, we'll be there soon."

It's almost there, the Kanagawa Metropolitan Police Department is across the road.

Sugita took out his mobile phone: "It's a pleasure chatting with you, can you add a contact information?"

The long-haired woman took out her mobile phone: "Your number?"

The number he gave did not match what was left on the record.Fubuki Yada wrote down the numbers and put away the phone, looked up at Sugita quietly: "Would you... want to go upstairs and have a cup of tea?"

Sugita glanced at the time displayed on the screen, and it was less than 10 minutes before eight o'clock.This kind of invitation is full of pink ambiguity in the eyes of adults, of course he will not miss it.Women are very deceiving, just like that one, easy to get started, and can be easily solved without getting your hands dirty after playing enough.

"Will it bother you?"

The two waited side by side for the signal light to change and walked across the road. Before Sugita could react, she saw her walk up the three steps and open the glass door facing the street: "It's not troublesome at all, the girls at the Kanagawa Metropolitan Police Department are very good at making tea. .”

"Mr. Sugita, I will report you as an investigator of the Armed Detective Agency for assisted suicide, please."

At this moment, she smiled like a holy light.