Social animals don't deserve love

There was a second mobile phone number, and the technicians quickly extracted information that could deal with the case from the deceased's mobile phone. With the "enthusiastic" help of Ango Sakaguchi, Sugita's application for custody was quickly approved.After that is the responsibility of the police and prosecutors, and ordinary citizens have done their duty.

Seeing that he had nothing to do and needed to stay and continue to assist, Fubuki Yada bid farewell to Sheriff Togaura and decided to get off work. He originally planned to be lazy quietly, but he was unlucky, and it was impossible to find a murder case in a secluded coffee shop just outside the house. up.

"Ms. Yada, thank you for your hard work. Goodbye." Cipu sent her to the gate, and saw Ango Sakaguchi following her with a sideways glance, and only after her feet had stepped out did she turn around and wave her hands indiscriminately as a farewell.

This……

Forget it, the Armed Detective Agency is not a vegetarian, but if Mr. Sakaguchi dares to take any extraordinary actions, he will be sent back to the Metropolitan Police Department as a criminal suspect immediately.

However, thanks to them today, they were able to get off work early.

"Don't you want to rush back to the Supernatural Secret Service Division?" Yada Fuyuki walked on the side of the road with a book in his arms, and Sakaguchi Ango walked on the outside to separate a pile of drunken social animals who worked overtime and team building: "How can I let you walk at night alone? I'll take you back to the dormitory first."

She didn't answer, and the two walked in silence for a while. Ango Sakaguchi changed the subject after deliberation: "How is Kyoka doing? What can I do for you?"

"Xiao Jinghua, this child's talent in literature can be described as dazzling, and it is not inferior to her supernatural ability. So I am a little hesitant recently," Yada Fubuki will certainly not refuse the kindness from others when it comes to children help.

Ango Sakaguchi asked in time: "Why are you hesitating?"

"The direction of training." She frowned slightly, and quickly stretched out: "Her own strength and supernatural abilities are very aggressive, and the upper limit is almost invisible. It is not wise to let her slack off in a loose daily life." Even if Jinghua is willing to be ordinary, the world will not let it go. But..."

"The longing for literature in Jinghua's eyes makes me reluctant to force her to choose. I am afraid that her talent will be dusted, and she will regret it in the future. Parents are probably so contradictory."

She smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, this kind of thing is more difficult for you than me."

From a national point of view, fully controlled and rational people with supernatural powers are more important than anything else as a strategic reserve.Letting Izumi Kyoka out of control towards Ango Sakaguchi is selfishness at a light level, and dereliction of duty at a serious level.It would be fine if he didn't know about it, but it happened in the Armed Detective Agency that does business with the Supernatural Secret Service... Prosecutors don't believe the words "don't know".

"...It's really embarrassing, but isn't it more important to protect the dream of an innocent girl than to coax prosecutors and privy ministers?" He pushed up his glasses: "The Quan couple devoted themselves to the country until they died, and their descendants Live a life of choice."

"Besides, she is your adopted daughter, and I regard her as my own daughter. The entrustment of the custodian of the 'book', plus the request of the head of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, no matter who you are, you have to carefully consider and weigh the importance of these. "

He said the game behind it like a child's play, Yada Fuyuki just smiled when he heard it: "Kyoka is a child adopted and supervised by the Armed Detective Agency, and I am just one of her many guardians."

The subtext is that there are too many people who are parents to Jinghua, so don't talk about it from me.

Ango Sakaguchi was choked by her neither soft nor hard, and scratched his hair helplessly with a low laugh: "Okay, don't talk about this, don't be angry."

Walking outside the dormitory door, Fubuki Yata took out his phone and looked down. It was 35:[-], and it was getting late.

"If there are no serious emergencies, you should go back to rest early. The work is left there. No matter how hard you try, you can't finish it in one day. If you have health problems, you will be in big trouble."

She put away her phone, looked up at the man in front of her who was watching her tenderly: "Good night, Anwu."

"Ah...well, good night." He looked at her reluctantly, racking his brains to find some other topics so that she would not leave so quickly: "By the way, that Russian man didn't bother you anymore Alright."

The thought of Dostoevsky gave him a headache and a stomach ache.Being imprisoned in Siberia to grow potatoes won't calm the guy down. Maybe it won't be long before he gets news from the Russian side that the dangerous criminal has escaped again.

He was sure he wasn't showing any surprise at all.

The long-haired woman who was about to leave stopped: "Fyodor escaped?"

She is really smart, and she can guess a lot of information that he has never said just by asking questions.

"Not yet, but... no one can guarantee such a thing." Sakaguchi Ango sighed: "It is impossible for the customs to separate every inbound passenger from three floors to three floors for inspection, besides, Yokohama has There are so many smuggling docks that avoid official channels, if he escapes, he will definitely come to you first."

This is the gathering effect of the "book" on people with supernatural powers, as if a transparent cover was placed over the entire city of Yokohama, only "local specialties" smashed into chaos, and rejected all external energy systems.

Unlike Tokyo, which is close to the northeast, explosions caused by various reasons are non-stop, and every day is on the verge of destruction. The pressure of survival of civil servants is unimaginable.Anyway, it's about the unnatural events over there, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division has completely given up on it.

I don't want to worry about those gods, monsters and magicians on the basis of having a headache for people with supernatural abilities... they will definitely be bald.In this regard, it is really thanks to the ex-wife.

"Ango? Ango, what are you thinking?" There was no response after shouting a few times, Yada Fubuki took a step forward to worry about her ex-husband: "Are you okay? Are you too tired? Let your bodyguard drive over to pick you up, go to bed early."

In case of looking at the mirror and fainting here, she would have to spend energy taking care of him for a while, and Fubuki Yada, who didn't want to find something to do for herself, almost wrote the words "seeing off" on her face.

Ango Sakaguchi didn't know what she was thinking, and shook his head with a wry smile: "No, I'm fine, I just mentioned Dostoevsky and couldn't help but think a little more."

—That's not what you said first.

She glanced at him and took a step back: "Then, good night, Ango."

"Okay, good night." He put his hands in his pockets: "I see you go upstairs."

Yada Fubuki stopped talking, nodded, and walked through the night to the staff dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency. At 08:30, it was not bedtime. Except for those who had to go out on duty, the windows of the investigators were all lit.The leftmost window and the rightmost window on the second floor of the dormitory were opened at the same time, Edogawa Ranpo, who was lying on the window frame and looking out, poked his head out and shouted, "Yeah, Fubuki, what time is it?"

"Oh, it's past eight-thirty, Mr. Ranpo, what's the matter?"

She stopped picking out the keys, thinking it was him wanting a snack.But this time the famous detective shook his head: "No, no, I just remind you that Xiao Jinghua is at home alone!"

It is better to act first, with Yada Fubuki's preciousness to Izumi Kyoka, this sentence is at the bottom, even the big things can't stop her from opening the door.

A month's worth of dim sum, this bet is certain for him to win, so he doesn't care what Dazai pays for.

Sure enough, she found the key a little faster.Impatiently looking through, he simply took out a hairpin from the bag and poked it into the keyhole. With a soft "click", the round lock that prevents gentlemen but not villains was pierced.

Osamu Dazai at the other end of the corridor let out a loud sigh, and stared angrily at a certain place in the night: Where is the future?What's the use of you!

"Jinghua?" After saying good night to the two seniors, she closed the door and walked into the dormitory. The bedroom door was opened before the voice of calling could hit the ground: "Sister Chuuxue, you are back!"

"Yeah, I'm back. Did Jinghua have dinner? If I haven't, I'll make an omelet?" She put her bag and book on the cabinet in the entrance, found her own slippers and came out to change, rolled up her sleeves and walked to the kitchen : "Soon, you can watch TV for a while."

"Okay, there are a few math problems that I don't know how to do. Mr. Kunikida is on duty today, and no one will explain it."

The little girl followed into the kitchen and helped out very skillfully.Fubuki Yada smiled and wiped off her hands and gave her a seat: "I see, I'll show you later. Go and play after cooking. After school, I have to work part-time at a detective agency. Thanks for your hard work." .”

"It's not hard." Izumi Kyoka's expressionless face when she is serious has won the true story of President Fukuzawa, and she is often ridiculed by Edogawa Ranpo as the unrelated granddaughter of the president.At this moment, she was carefully setting the cooking time of the rice cooker, and she was quickly driven out of the kitchen with a washed apple in her hand.

"Two 10 minutes, set the table after eating the apples!"

The person who stayed in the kitchen smiled and said: "Don't worry, there is still a lot of time, you can grow up slowly."

……

Watching his ex-wife go upstairs and open the door, the living room window reveals a warm orange light.Ango Sakaguchi turned around and walked towards the intersection outside while facing his friend's swarthy and unfriendly gaze.

On the night at the turn of spring and summer, for social animals, if they don't plan to continue working, they really can't think of what to do.If he is lucky enough to have a complete family, then he still has a home, but what a pity right now... I can't help but look back at that cozy little window, I have to admit that I really want to squeeze in with the cheek.

But thinking about his phone number that was blocked from time to time, the social animal leader who didn't want to make things worse decided to find a random store to buy bread for dinner, and then just walked aimlessly on the street.

During the day he couldn't find time to reflect on himself anyway, only now might he have a moment of respite.

"Hello..." Ango Sakaguchi walked into the nearest convenience store, and there was already a man in a light-colored suit standing in front of the bread shelf, making a difficult choice.

The other party obviously noticed that someone came in and wanted to buy bread, so he moved a little to the inside to get out - in the convenience store after 08:30, what kind of food to eat can only be dictated by fate.In order to ensure that too many products will not be thrown away, after eight o'clock, the clerk will not replenish goods such as meat buns, grilled sausages, salads, and bread, which are extremely strict on production dates.

Therefore, there are a few varieties that few people like to eat on the bread shelf.

My favorite red bean buns are long gone, and my empty mood is exactly the same as being shut out by my ex-wife just now.The same is true for the man next to him, looking at the shelves silently and heavily.

"You two, what do you need?" The clerk in charge of the night shift stepped forward tremblingly and asked.

Both men were tall, and the one in the light-colored suit was a muscular man who looked like he was going to rob when he stood by the bread stand.

The two men said in unison:

"Red bean bread."

"Vegetable bread."

The clerk wanted to laugh a little, but held back for fear of offending others—these two, one with black hair and one with blonde hair, one in a dark suit and the other in a light suit, both looked tired and frustrated, and they both wore wearing glasses.

Visually, it looks like a border collie and a golden retriever eagerly looking at the empty rice bowl, which is funny and poignant.

"Sorry, there will be no new bread after eight o'clock. You two can look at oden or instant noodles. There are more varieties of these."

The clerk walked away with his head down, and the two men looked at each other, neither interested in the bread that most people don't like.

"Ah... There is an izakaya nearby that should still be open. If you don't mind, go and make an order together?" As a local specialty, Ango Sakaguchi is well aware of the discrimination he will encounter when walking into a restaurant alone.Anyway, the man next to him who was desperate for the bread sold out must still be hungry, so it's better to have a temporary meal friend.

After tasting the pain of loneliness, he became afraid, afraid of this state of darkness around him.

"Sakaguchi, Sakaguchi Ango, is an ordinary employee of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, how about you?"

Faced with the kindness offered by the stranger, the person being questioned hesitated for a moment and then extended his hand and shook it: "Well, Qihai Jianren works for a certain social organization."

Well, after confirming the eyes, they are all workers.

So the two walked out of this disappointing convenience store one after the other. Before leaving, Ango Sakaguchi bought a bottle of Mianmian.

This is the only thing on the shelf worth buying.

Even after nine o'clock, there are still a few people sitting sporadically in the izakaya who are slightly drunk and complain about their boss and workplace pressure.Speaking of the sadness, the seven-foot man burst into tears on the spot, and the accompanying friend had to pat the drunk on the back while licking his tongue to comfort him, who was also quite drunk.

"Boss, what else?" In view of Qihai Jianren's obvious foreign blood, Ango Sakaguchi consciously acted as the "host" and consulted the proprietress behind the kitchen counter.The proprietress, who looked very young, smiled: "Do the guests have any taboos? Oden, Okonomiyaki, grilled fish, etc. are also available, and tempura is also available. I'm sorry for the others."

He shifted his gaze to the person sitting opposite: "Mr. Qihai?"

"...Grilled fish, and tempura." Jianren Qihai decided to choose food that is not easy to be overwhelmed.

"Well, grilled fish, tempura." It seems that this casual meal friend is a reliable person.

They were all busy people, and no one mentioned the word "wine".On the contrary, the customers who had been sitting in the store for a while, their crying had turned into choking.

"Alas...the work is stressful and there is no end in sight. It's really embarrassing." Ango Sakaguchi looked at the man and sighed casually, and his casual meal friend was also deeply moved: "Labor is shit!"

"...What you said makes sense." If it weren't for his deep love and sense of responsibility for Yokohama, Mr. Sakaguchi touched his chest, and really wanted to resign on the spot and surround his wife every day: "I don't know that those guys are doing it every day." Why are there so many things, can't you let me take a breather and spend more time with my family?"

"Working hard for your family and friends can satisfy your psychological needs, but you can persist." Mr. Qihai's tone was a little warmer: "Treasure."

"Oh, I'm divorced." Mr. Sakaguchi was as depressed as a civet cat whose fur was soaked after falling into the water: "It's my fault, I was too arrogant, and I ignored her for too long using work as an excuse."

Mr. Qihai shut up at the speed of light, and lowered his head to eat.My wife is a sacred and inviolable species that needs to be handled with care and care, and it is not compatible with the work of a conjurer.

The two strangers who had a casual meal stopped talking, each finished what was on the plate, each paid the bill, walked to the door and nodded at each other, and each walked towards the dark night.

Social animals still want to have love, what a joke!