Social animals don't deserve love

Because of the topic of "wisdom teeth", the atmosphere was a bit heavy.

Mr. Ranpo failed to participate in the big dim sum promotion, the whole body was full of popularity and sullen, and he walked all the way to the downstairs of the detective agency before making a sound again: "I will go to Xie Ye to ask, drink water, brush teeth, I will never forget. Do not get angry."

"Not angry, but just advice to the unlucky one who accidentally stumbles on this one. Take good care of your teeth, it's really important."

I took out a lollipop from my pocket and handed it to him: "Fruit candy, pure fruit juice, it is said on the leaflet that it has a tooth-healthy effect."

Of course, if the things on the promotional page are [-]% credible, it is considered a conscientious advertisement, and everyone else is free to testify.

Mr. Ranpo took the candy and stuffed it into his pocket, patted it with peace of mind: "Got it!"

As soon as he entered the door, Socrates rushed forward to sniff enthusiastically, for fear that I would eat alone behind his back or be stumbled by other goblins.I hurriedly grabbed the cat's butt, and sure enough, I saw people in the office... only Mr. Kunikida was working.

How miserable.

"Ah~ Fubuki-chan is back, wait until you look~eye~wish~wear~, Sasa, how should I write this report?" Dazai Osamu showed his furry head from behind the sofa, papers flying in his hand.While rubbing Socrates, I walked past him and took a look at the document. It was very good, as if it hadn’t been written.

No, it should be said that it is better not to write, at least the clean A4 paper can be reused.

"I told Mr. Dazai how to write, is the computer turned on?"

Sitting on the seat with Socrates in my arms, I have the posture that if you don't turn on the computer, you have nothing to do.

The bandages on the sofa arched for a while, and slowly arched into place like a sea urchin, stretched out a hand to open the laptop and pressed the power switch.

"Then, please sit upright in a standard sitting posture to prevent scoliosis and neck and shoulder pain."

Holding the cat in one hand and the ghostly talisman-like report in the other, I got up and stood behind him: "I said, you type. Or I typed, you said. Or you have to go to work as long as I go to work from today, and all wages are paid. It has to be all mine."

"Otherwise, your report will be listed separately and posted on the door of the president's office every time for everyone to enjoy and entertain! "Mr. Dazai who always fails to make reports but refuses to admit defeat", how about it?"

The sea urchin trembled, looked up and turned upside down so that I could see his lasagna tears ignoring the gravity of the earth: "Fuixue sauce is too strict with me..."

"How could it be?" I lovingly rubbed the cat's head with the hand I had rubbed the cat's butt: "I like Mr. Dazai the most, so much that I even teach him the exclusive secret method!"

The sea urchin trembled again, and Mr. Kunikida, who was sitting directly opposite him, slowly put down his diary and pen, nodded slowly up and down with a solemn expression, and then clapped his hands rhythmically in the shape of applause.

With him was Dr. Yosano who was reading a magazine diagonally across from him.

I know this means "well done", Osamu Dazai begged for mercy in a tone that was almost crying: "I said, I said, I will leave the typing to Fuyuki-chan!"

It's terrible, does this mean that if you don't obey, you will be socially killed? The big sister is also very talented in torture!

So I sat next to him and dragged the computer to open the document file, and recorded the content while listening.

One hour later, the printer spits out one after another of the completed documents, which can be signed and bound before being handed over to Mr. Kunikida for inspection, and finally decides whether to appear on the president's desktop according to the situation.

"If Yata is staring at your completed report, basically there is no need to check it..." Mr. Kunikida pushed his eyes and looked relaxed: "Finally, we can follow the plan and don't have to live like a war every day. Thank you , Yata."

"You are too polite, Mr. Kunikida."

While he was talking, I had put down my preliminary investigation opinion on the matter of "finding the gemstone ring" on paper. Osamu Dazai lay beside him dying, glanced at it and moved his head to the other side in anger: "It was lost 35 years ago. Where can I find my ring?"

"As long as it hasn't been crushed into paint, I can definitely find it." I tapped the keyboard with the speed of an illustrator, and did not delay chatting with my colleagues: "35 years ago was the most turbulent and poorest time in the whole society. It is unlikely that such a valuable thing will not be sold. Maybe the person who gets it will like it so much that he will have the idea of ​​using it for himself, but it depends on whether the environment allows it."

Although the lady who wears the ring is from a poor family, she is also from a noble family. This kind of woman will subconsciously distance herself from men when she goes out.I don't know whether she lost the ring intentionally or unintentionally, but one thing is certain, the things she wears on her hands will definitely be taken away by people who are quite close.

Combining these two, it can be deduced that the one who took the ring was also a woman.

She's not from the circle she used to be, and she won't be a best friend either.

It's not that I'm maliciously kicking the law-the family business has plummeted to the point that it has to be "collateral" for marriage. At this time, most relatives and friends avoid it for fear.According to the narration of both parties, it can be concluded that the time interval between the engagement, the loss of the ring and the suicide of the lady by lying on the train is very short.

In short, the conclusion is to either find a female thief who used to live near the place where the lady committed suicide, or find an excellent gem dealer who can conduct a professional appraisal by himself.

"As for the gem dealer... I know one, and he should be able to find the original transaction information of this ring." Osamu Dazai put his arm on his head with an "Aha~" look on his face: "If you need my help~ Fuxue-chan~ report~"

"Oh, my hand hurts. It's probably due to overwork and muscle tension. It hurts. Don't talk about writing reports, I can't even cook... What should I do, Socrates, can you eat cat food today? I wanted to If you want to disassemble a crab, forget it."

Hehe, you have never seen the posture of me dove readers for various reasons.

Osamu Dazai was not to be outdone: "Dr. Yosano is here, Fubuki-chan can cure any discomfort!"

"I'm sorry, the pain in the muscles and tendon sheaths is not a traumatic injury, [please don't die] there is nothing you can do." Jingzi turned a page of the magazine without raising her head, ignoring someone's expectant eyes: "rest more, massage properly, heat physical therapy, all It can be relieved, in short, it is to rest."

Look, that's what the doctor said.

I smiled and watched the bandage man fall headfirst on the table, and the office was filled with a happy atmosphere for a while.

Before he could use other tricks again, the phone rang.

It's Editor Kawase calling.

I ignored Dazai Osamu and chose to answer the phone: "Mexi, Maxi, editor Kawase, I'm Yada."

The other party was very happy to tell me that the illustrations had been reviewed, and that the new version of Sanriyue's reasoning, including the original text, would be placed on the shelves of the bookstore immediately, and a set of sample books would be sent to me in advance.These are routine operations that are not worthy of my heart. The important thing is the latter: "The reward can be directly credited to your account, right? Please send the account to me later. Ah, and..." He was mysterious , his voice gradually rose: "Congratulations, I have finished reading the sample draft of Mr. Oda, and I asked the editor-in-chief. Everyone agrees that it is very good. It's a pity that I can't meet Mr. Oda in person, but his For the posthumous work, we, Little Bear Press, support the publishing arrangements."

Hearing this, I couldn't help standing up from the stool, and I didn't want to listen to the next request—"But publishing the work of an unknown person, the risk that the publishing house takes is too great. If you If you can provide a part of the fee as a deposit in advance, things will go much faster than simply waiting for investment. In addition, this part of the money will be returned to your account after the normal sale of the book. If the market responds well, we will also consider reprinting and hardcover."

"Sure, how many copies are you going to print? How much?"

As long as money can solve the problem, it is not a problem. The only problem is where the money comes from, so editor Kawase doesn't need to worry about it.

Just a few days ago, I got a commission and was hesitant to accept it. Now I don’t have to think about it at all. Isn’t it just liver, what a big deal!

Editor Kawase reported the number, and before I could say yes, the phone ran into the hands of Mr. Dazai for some reason.He began to have questions and answers with the other party in an unprecedentedly full tone, and he was in high spirits... Bargaining.

I've never seen him so happy, not to show all kinds of smirks and smirks to enliven the atmosphere, but the joy from the bottom of his heart: "Great, you are simply the best and best person ever!"

——Then the price should still be lowered. As an assistant to the illustrator Fubuki Yada, it is impossible to give up an inch without leaving a trace.

Half an hour later, Editor Kawase almost thought he was this guy's half-brother, so he hung up the phone in satisfaction under the adoring eyes of a group of people in the office.

The final transaction price was about a third lower than the original amount.

I:"……"

I see, it turns out that Osamu Dazai has been hiding his secrets so far, so he must report such a trivial matter... just to make things better for me or Kunikida-san.

But these are not important, the most important thing is that Oda Sakunosuke wrote it!

Finally someone admits that it is an "excellent work" and thinks it has the value of being placed in a bookstore...

The phone returned to the palm of my hand, I stared at it blankly for a while, then slowly put it back on the table to ensure that there would be no accidents, then jumped up and down from the ground with my palms together—it was nothing more than This is even better news!

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" I was so excited that I couldn't help myself, I couldn't help but open my arms and hug Dazai Osamu who had been keeping quiet after hanging up the phone, and then let go of his shocked expression and ran away to hug him one by one Dr. Yosano, Mr. Kunikida, Mr. Ranpo, Junichiro Tanizaki, Junichiro's younger sister Naomi, the invisible person hiding in the corner, Tianshan Hanabou, and the president's secretary, Ms. Haruno Kirako, who came out to call everyone to a meeting.

Without their initial protection and acceptance, I don't know if I would have kept going until I heard the good news.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

A society in the port

about to face

from black mud

Persecution

There is reason to believe that Osamu Dazai dared to buy a hundred copies of Oda's work for Mr. Mori to read...

"Looking for the Gemstone Ring" is from "The Gemstone Merchant Richard's Fan Appraisal". I modified most of the plots. It doesn't matter if you haven't read the anime or manga. It's right to be the background board.Because it is a bl fan, I don't want to sum it up too much. Many people don't like to see bl plots in bg, so I don't write it.

Thank you shareholders!

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