Social animals don't deserve love

As soon as the only person at the scene who could ease the atmosphere and eliminate the war left, Socrates and Xiaoyang arched their backs and shouted at each other at the same time.At this moment, it can be seen that he doesn't care much about girls, except for swearing, he raised his hands and feet at most from the beginning to the end, and then put them down again before he swung them out, but was yelled at by Xiaoyang so that both of them flew flat* *ear.

It's not as tough as it was when attacking Osamu Dazai before.

"Xiaoyang... don't bully my brother." As a breeder, Sanriyue's authority in front of the cat is so low that it makes people speechless.He hesitated to persuade the cat, but instead of stopping the sex, the cat turned around and roared.

I think that probably means "shut up".

"Socrates? Come back." I also said.Sure enough, boys are more clingy to their mothers. The orange-white kitten quickly retracted its paws, turned around, jumped on its knees, and let me lick him.

Teacher Sanriyue looked envious.

At this time, editor Kawase opened the door and came back with a shy smile on his face: "The yudofu here looks very delicious, not inferior to Tokyo."

As the waiters filed in, the table was soon filled with various dishes and tableware.

Because it is autumn, the meals are all fixed collocations related to the season. Naturally, it is impossible to compare the taste with the old restaurant in Kyoto that has been open for hundreds of years.But the chestnut puree and fruit at the end won my heart. I was busy and asked the waiter to prepare another package and take it back with Dr. Xie Ye to taste it after the banquet.

I drank up her entire bottle of Daiginjo, and I didn't just drink it from Yakult, so I should return the courtesy.

The checkout is of course AA. Considering Mr. Dazai's actual "guard" work at the moment, I bought the bill for him.

"Happy cooperation, Teacher Sanriyue." Generally speaking, I am just withdrawn but not socially afraid, so I am much more comfortable and generous than the other man.

"Yeah!" He hugged the cat and bowed, and I had to return the gift in a hurry.

Editor Kawase drove up, and I stood outside to say goodbye to him and asked tentatively: "I wonder if your company accepts the business of self-printing and publishing books? Ah, it's not about theoretical propaganda, and it has nothing to do with **. It is a posthumous manuscript of a late friend of mine."

Hearing that the boundary with those two big pits was clear, Editor Kawase became a little interested: "Poetry?"

Hmm... If you want to say that the market of literary works is narrower than that of pure literature, it is poetry.They are both kings and lonely. Many poets are so poor that their relatives and friends organize and publish their works after their death, which attracts the attention of the world.

Oda Sakunosuke's literary attainments...haven't reached the level of writing poetry.

"Pure literature. Errata, proofreading, and illustrations have all been done by myself, and all I need is typesetting, printing, and binding." My attitude was much more positive and enthusiastic than when discussing my own drawings. Editor Kawase didn't feel ashamed to refuse directly, and paused for a moment Reluctantly said: "That's it, you can send me some manuscripts back, okay?"

It doesn't matter if he refuses tactfully or not, in short, as long as no one throws the word "no" in the face, it is considered a chance.I believe that at the level of Oda Sakunosuke, it is impossible for those who can really understand his works not to like his works.

"Okay, okay, I'll send you the first five chapters when I get back, please."

I hurriedly bowed, so scared that Editor Kawase stepped on the accelerator, and the car ran away in an instant.

Is it that scary?

Mr. Dazai, who kept silent the whole time and didn't speak much, watched the visitor disappear completely, and then stretched his waist: "Ha~ The work of social people is really hard!"

As he spoke, he took the computer and sketches from me, but avoided the cat bag containing Socrates.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I came out anyway... Didn't I plan to ask Kunikida to bring pudding to the military and police yesterday? I'm afraid he won't be free today. Why don't we go there now?" He "changed" a bag from behind , which is the pot of pudding I made yesterday and frozen in the refrigerator - it is called pot pudding because the pudding is so big that it occupies a small stainless steel metal pot.

"..."

I don't bother to ask questions like "when did you get it?" Anyway, the result has already appeared in front of me, whether you accept it or not is the truth.

"At this time today, the military and police are not in the military headquarters, so the Ministry of the Interior chooses one of the two." He weighed the pudding up and down, and I chose to take out my mobile phone to make a call.

Why guess?Is guessing fun?

It was Mr. Jono who answered the phone. I told him about the pudding and thank you. The military policeman smiled and asked me to stand still: "Suehiro will pass by the area near you. That guy likes pudding the most. I am willing to go there, and don’t bother you to risk running back and forth.”

"Understood, just wait at the entrance of the Orange Hall next to the red brick square."

After posting a location, I found a bench with Socrates behind my back and sat down. Mr. Dazai circled me boredly, and after a while he suddenly said that he had a stomachache and needed to go to the bathroom.

Of course, I can only urge him to go and come back quickly. I sat alone with a pile of things piled up at my feet, looking as embarrassed as if I was about to move.

Mr. Suehiro appeared almost the second after Osamu Dazai disappeared, and I handed him the bag containing the pot of pudding: "If you meet Conan's parents, please thank them for me. And, thank you for your timely rescue."

The expressionless young man pushed down his military cap, staring at Pudding with direct and warm eyes, Pudding's face was almost reddened by his stare: "It is our military and police's responsibility to protect citizens. Remember that you don't need special thanks in the future."

"..."

How could this person be so straightforward?

I don't know what to say, I can only force an awkward smile.

Neither side could find a topic to open up the situation.

Mr. Suehiro picked up the bag, nodded at me, turned around and left, looking very tight on time.I wondered if Ango would be like this when he was working, he walked in such a hurry that he was about to run almost at any time.

Sitting back on the bench with nothing to do, he took out a liner pen and drew a pair of glasses on the paper, and deliberately "forgot" to draw the hair of the glasses as if in a spoof.

That's all I can do to get depressed, but if I have a little bit of fighting power, I have to roll up my sleeves and make a big fuss with the Ministry of Internal Affairs today.Isn't it just squatting in the game for a day to receive education? People must learn to be brave enough to try.

"Huh? I actually missed Mr. Military Police?"

Osamu Dazai, who was elusive, came out of no one knows which bathroom, I raised my head and smiled at him with a pursed lips: "I've done everything I need to go out, let's go back to the dormitory?"

He obviously deliberately avoided the military police, but he wanted to say it like an accident.This person...does he have to do this because there is something in the past that needs to be avoided, or is he simply avoiding it out of trouble?

He quickly picked up the drawing and the computer and walked in front, babbling extremely fast: "Speaking of Chuuxue sauce, she will do her best for her deceased friend, she is really a good woman."

——Too cheap Ango.

I walked behind him, not quite understanding where this exclamation came from: "Is it human nature to want to repay someone who has helped you? I just acted according to common sense. Since my friend is so trusting, I can do whatever I want." If you live up to the expectations of the deceased, wouldn’t it be embarrassing to see you in hell after a hundred years!?”

He seemed to think of something, after a period of unspeakable silence, the black-haired young man fumbled around in his pocket with one hand, but couldn't find what he wanted, and finally sighed: "That's right, since you agreed, you have to do it."

I was going to smoke a cigarette, but then I suddenly remembered that I quit the Port Mafia when I left the Port Mafia.

We walked all the way back to the dormitory from the red brick warehouse in silence. Mr. Dazai was only showing the hem of his windbreaker when he was seen by Mr. Kunikida who was blocking the door, and then rushed out angrily: "You are not honest, you run around, in case you get hurt. What if Ms. Yada is in danger!"

"Huh? I'm just going out to work with Ms. Yada. Does the detective agency pay the protected person?" The person who was grabbed by the collar tried to make a sound to save himself.

It's a joke that the detective agency pays me or something, it must be impossible.So I took a step forward and nodded to testify: "Mr. Dazai is not lying, it is true that I have some work matters and need to see Party A."

"Ah——? So that's the case, I blamed this guy wrong." Mr. Kunikida immediately let go of his partner's collar, and he held up the book with the word "ideal" written on the cover and opened it for a look: "Fu President Ze specially invited you to the office to talk about it, do you really have no other details about that supernatural power?"

It turned out to be for this matter...

"You can try to think about it again. It's you, you seem to be very busy today, it's hard work!"

I sighed and went upstairs to open the door. The computer and drawings were placed on the table and I leaned halfway to ask: "Mr. President, will you mind if I bring the cat into the office?"

Mr. Kunikida took a deep breath: "Of course not, as long as your pet has no objection to it..."

In fact, the president of the Armed Detective Agency is actually a cat lover, but unfortunately the fate of cats is bleak.Others are all catnip, he is probably the exact opposite, the ultimate cat-hating physique that even small fish can't save.

—I didn’t know about it at the time.

Carrying a cat bag, I walked for 15 minutes escorted by two men, and suddenly I found the red brick building in front of me.The staff dormitory is so close to the workplace, Mr. Fukuzawa is a considerate and kind person.

The elevator door closed and opened again, and the door of the detective agency was almost opposite.This time I was invited in, and I was able to find out my true colors.

"The president is already in the office, please."

Mr. Kunikida gestured for me to follow with his eyes, and he had a clear view of the internal structure of the office.

Several office desks are placed on the left side of the passage, and the right side is the site of the clerks.

"I'll take Yada-san to meet the president. Dazai, if I don't see the documents you submitted on the table when I come out, we won't be finished today." He gave his partner a vicious look, and led me straight to the end of the passage Knocking on an extremely simple wooden door: "President, I brought Ms. Yada here."

"Please come in."

A majestic voice came out, and Mr. Kunikida grasped the doorknob tightly and turned it.