Social animals don't deserve love

After eating ochazuke and washing the dishes, Mr. Ranpo sat on the floor of my living room and insisted on brushing Socrates.People yelled and cats meowed, and it was very lively, and he combed and combed until his whole head and body were covered with cat hair.After playing for a while, the detective lost interest in the game, and picked up the cat teasing stick and flicked it around.

Before evening, Mr. Dazai was kicked and beaten all the way back to the dormitory by Mr. Kunikida ("How did you promise me to send Ms. Yada back to the dormitory? The result was to send the protected person to the prisoner?"), Mr. Ranpo was very happy When I told them about my decision to stay and work, Mr. Dazai, who was beaten pitifully, almost jumped up and cheered: "Yeah!"

I have reason to believe that the second half of the sentence he hid and didn't say is "someone helped to write the report at last", and I made up my mind to let him see how many fancy reasons a painter can have when deciding on a pigeon.

"Welcome." Mr. Kunikida immediately put his partner aside, raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It's time to get off work soon, let's go to the whirlpool coffee shop downstairs of the detective agency to eat, and treat it as a welcome for newcomers."

That coffee shop smells so tempting, I think I could grow another stomach for something sweet.

I came to the coffee shop soon after walking. The boss was very kind and said that as long as Socrates stayed in the cat bag obediently, he agreed to let him stay with me.

Detectives on duty and off duty all ran in, surrounded by the sound of lively conversation.

"I want coffee!"

"I want cake!"

"I want sweet curry!"

"I want……"

Finally it was my turn, I took a deep breath and looked at the boss: "Spicy hell lava curry rice."

There was a sound of gasping, followed by a strange laugh that slapped the table.

Amidst the laughter, I introduced myself slowly: "Yada Fubuki, 22 years old, was a not-so-famous illustrator before. I like cats, read books, follow fandoms, and draw pictures. I don't like dogs very much, and I'm afraid of toothaches."

Except for Tian Shanhuadai who was hiding in the corner with his back to me while clutching the quilt, the others also came one by one.Mr. Dazai secretly took Mr. Kunikida's handbook, covered half of his face and whispered to me loudly like Obasan in the vegetable market: "Speaking of the former occupation, Fubuki-chan, do you want to guess what Kunikida-kun used to do? of?"

While listening to him, I involuntarily looked sideways at Mr. Kunikida: "Teacher, science, most likely mathematics."

"Exactly right! Reason?" He added difficulty as if he was afraid that I would not make a fool of myself.

I mustered up my courage in everyone's smiles: "The calluses between my fingers, the details of life, the changes in my expression when I guessed the answer, and... Intuition."

"It's amazing! What about me?" Dr. Xie Ye stretched out his hand and pulled me away, as if eager to rub my cheek.

"Akiko, from her sitting posture and her body shape when walking, it can be inferred that she has served in the army for many years."

She sat back satisfied: "I suggest that this event be kept as a tradition, so as to test the eyesight of newcomers?"

"Then you have to make a bet." Mr. Dazai threw away the account and pulled me back like a rag doll: "It's my turn~"

I stared into his eyes for a while, from the bandage to the clothes, from the expression to the posture... Finally shook my head: "I can't guess, Mr. Dazai hides it so well that there are hardly any traces left."

—I'm lying.

There are traces of scars under the bandages, thin but still existing gun calluses between the fingers, legal awareness below the normal level, and that senseless demeanor like a stray dog.

No wonder he would take the initiative to avoid meeting with the military and police before.

It is indeed necessary to avoid it, otherwise you may have to go in for tea.

Right now, this young man who was once immersed in the darkness has managed to sit in the sun and have a legitimate job. It seems not good to rashly spread out the past of the other party?

"Blowing snow sauce... unexpectedly sharp and gentle." He put away the expression that was hard for me to describe, and changed to a more relaxed and active face: "Next... Guess Mr. Ranpo!"

Ranpo Edogawa sat up straight while eating a small biscuit. It only took one glance to confirm what he had done: "Student, I have been working as a detective since graduation."

"Very good! Although it's a little worse than mine." He laughed: "I can deduce that you will not be able to accomplish what you want to do later!"

Immediately realizing what he meant, I lay down on the table in frustration: "That's it..."

It's finally time.

Without giving me any more time to escape, Mr. Ranpo urged sweet curry, turned back and raised his head and raised his nose: "The prisoner Kunikida caught today is a relative of the guy who took you away. You are right. Age and gender Psychology and marital status are also correct, as for the status of both parties in the crime—"

"Assist in committing a crime, or it can be said that he satisfies his desire by committing crimes."

I thought again of the clerk's gray hair.

Mastermind?Instigate?Or provide convenience...

The mumbling voice of the detective did not stop: "By the way, do you know how to consult criminals?"

This one is... completely out of my hunting range.

"What is that, and how is it different from 'abetting a crime' in a literal sense?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is not going to work, there is still a lot of homework to do, rookie~" Mr. Ranpo stepped aside to put curry rice on the cute waitress, and waved a finger: "Consulting criminals is similar to instigating , but it’s even scarier than that. Well, you can go back and find the information yourself for the details!”

Five minutes later, my spicy hell lava curry rice was also on the table, and the detectives surrounded me with curious faces.

"I don't believe that anyone in the world can use this kind of thing as food!"

Wagashi lovers and Ms. Yosano Akiko poked my egg yolk with a table knife: "You can go to the infirmary to find me if you have a stomachache, and you can only be exempted once."

"Exemption from what?"

I foolishly asked this question, Mr. Kunikida covered his forehead and replied: "Ah, you don't need to know, just keep this innocence and continue."

"Eh?"

Forget it.

I lowered my head and poked open the egg yolk with a spoon. The egg liquid slowly stained the rice grains. I scooped up a spoonful and stuffed it into my mouth. I squinted my eyes with satisfaction: "Spicy curry, so delicious!"

It's good to be alive!

"It's not so moved..." Junichiro Tanizaki, who is still a temporary worker and not a regular employee, held his younger sister Naomi Tanizaki, who was also a temporary worker, and looked at my plate in awe.I put down the spoon and pushed the plate out, watching him seriously recommend: "It's not as spicy as you imagined, just a little numb, sweet, trust me! Try it?"

"Really?" The Tanizaki brothers and sisters hesitated out of their trust in the coffee shop owner, and then they were cut off by Mr. Dazai who kept joking with the waitress: "I'll do it! I'm also very knowledgeable about curry!"

In full view of everyone, he poured a large spoonful of curry into his mouth. For about three seconds, the black-haired young man with tears in his eyes and blushing face looked at me with tears in his eyes: "Chuixue sauce! Huhu, haha... lie, lie... ...Huha, hiss...it's wrong to lie!"

Even the sweat came out from the heat, so it can be seen that this guy really can't touch it at all.

"You're too exaggerated." I picked up my spoon and took another bite with a blank expression: "Look, it's not spicy. I had a friend in the past, and this level of spicy curry might not be as sweet to him. There is no difference in curry. This is not good, Dazai-san, it is completely inferior!"

"Ah, I admit defeat, I admit defeat." He held the ice water offered by the boss with a smile and refused to let go, wishing to soak his tongue in it.Mr. Kunikida, who was sitting next to him, moved to the other side in disgust: "What kind of weird looks do you have!"

Seeing the two of them fighting again, I couldn't help laughing. In order not to offend the two seniors at the same time on the first day of getting a new job, I chose to bury my head and eat hard.Socrates lay quietly in the cat bag for a while, then sat up suddenly and stared at Mr. Dazai who was still working hard to cheer up his partner.

"Does your cat want some cheese? Homemade with less salt and less sugar."

The owner of the coffee shop is probably the type who doesn’t feel comfortable watching the customers eat something, so he specially took a piece of cheese from the cold storage, let it soften, and delivered it to the table.

I quickly thanked him, took out a small saucer from the pocket of the cat bag, and put cheese slices in it. After waiting for a while, Socrates reluctantly came forward to sniff.

Um?Don't like to eat?As an orange cat, it is not a good thing not to like to eat.

The big cobalt blue eyes of the orange-white cat were full of struggle and hesitation, as if what he was asked to eat was not cheese but XX.

"Socrates? Are you uncomfortable?"

I bent down and stuck to the outside of the cat bag to observe carefully, the young master glanced at Mr. Dazai for a few more times before turning his eyes and staring at me worriedly: "Meow~"

The milky voice seemed to be acting like a baby, and the cat immediately covered its face between its paws, full of humanity.

"Hey, what's the matter with Fubuki-chan? Do you need me to help you check the cat's health~" Mr. Dazai snatched Mr. Kunikida's glasses and put them on his face, leaning over and trying to reach into the cat's bag.

Socrates moved his claws like the wind, and even bared his teeth and cursed.

"Very good, looking very healthy." He deliberately rolled up his sleeves, as if he wanted to fight the kitten.Mr. Kunikida couldn't stand it anymore, he pulled back by his collar: "Please do your best to spare the poor and innocent little animal!"

Just when a new round of manga performances was about to begin, the heavy door of the Whirlpool Cafe was pushed open, and the "ex-husband" who had just met a few hours ago made a voice wishing to be noticed: "Fubuki, you... sued for divorce what's going on?"

His face was flushed as if he was caught in a traffic jam in the middle of a taxi and couldn't wait to run all the way, his meticulous shirt buttons were missing, and his tie was hanging loose on his chest: "I'm sorry, I mean, I never I thought about breaking up with you. Can you tell me why you want to divorce? "

Oh, it seems that the court's subpoena and judgment have finally been successfully delivered.

I swallowed the last mouthful of curry in my mouth, and wiped the corners of my mouth with a napkin: "Then, why don't you explain why you ignore the majesty of the judiciary, Mr. Sakaguchi?"

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