Social animals don't deserve love

On the second day after returning from the port club, I had to go to work normally.Because it was me and Jinghua who were kidnapped one after another and sent back together, there were too many reports, and all of them had to be submitted to the Supernatural Secret Service Division for reporting as soon as possible, including the fact that the supernatural person [Yasha Baixue] Izumi Jinghua joined the Armed Detective Agency ...It's probably a robbing of people from the government, so you have to be more respectful on the surface.

"Sister Fuxue, this..."

Jinghua was sitting on my left, holding a snack while chewing and looking through Naomi's guidebook on friendship and support with a blank expression.

I diverted my attention from the pile of papers to her: "Aizi, Xiaozhi, and Ali may have two liars..."

"Hypothesis, first assume that a person is not lying, and then verify the logic based on the hypothesis. If there is a conflict, prove that 'not lying' is a false proposition, and prove that the person is lying. Then continue to assume and verify until the logic is reasonable."

"Oh." She picked up a pencil to write and draw on the draft paper, and Mr. Luanbu, who was sitting on my right hand holding snacks and chewing while reading newspaper strips, glanced sideways, and my eyes quickly covered his mouth with my hands: " This is not even entry-level for you, let Jinghua think for herself!"

"No no no no!"

He took off my hand vigorously and shook the newspaper loudly: "Of course I won't tell Xiao Jinghua the answer, so a detective can't read the tutorial?"

"But this is for elementary school students..." I pointed to the big-headed doll painted on the cover, which was very embarrassing.

In response, Mr. Ranpo leaned down on the table and took potato chips to flirt with Socrates, who was curled up in a ball and sleeping soundly.

The cat shook its ears impatiently, then raised its hind legs to scratch its neck hair, then rolled up in another direction and continued to snore.

"It's so boring... Is this cat getting fat again..."

He was really bored enough, put on his glasses and used [Super Reasoning] to stare at my cat for a minute, then took off his glasses and asked a very serious question: "It's almost spring, don't you take him Going for sterilization?"

"Socrates is only hairy, so he is not fat!" I insisted on this very much, and Osamu Dazai, who was always on the sofa, sent a question from a distance: "Hey!"

Jubai seemed to be aware that someone was discussing an incredible topic about him, he stretched his body and yawned three times in a row, duangduangduang jumped into my arms like a cannonball, and insisted on pressing his chin on his elbow joint.

"I can't work like this, baby!"

I touched the cat's head with my left hand, and let go of the mouse with my right hand so that he could lie more comfortably.

If you only type, you can use your left hand.

"Meow~" Socrates gave Mr. Ranpo a look to let him experience it for himself, and the famous detective who never takes grievances took the case: "Xiao Fuxue, your cat bullied me!"

"Is there?" I turned to look at it, is it normal?

Socrates was very cooperative, looked up at me softly, and even called out very delicately.

Mr. Ranpo puffed up his cheeks in anger: "Hmph!"

"Okay, okay, don't bother with the cat!" I blindly flipped a pack of marshmallows from the drawer and stuffed it for him, staring at the screen without moving my left hand, and then came back to continue typing on the keyboard: "Here, today's offering."

During the handover, someone knocked on the door of the detective agency. As a newcomer, Junichiro took on the heavy responsibility of entertaining. Soon he turned around and knocked on the president's door. It seemed that someone pulled out a chair and sat opposite me.

——There are too many reports, mine, Kyoka’s, Mr. Ranpo’s, and Dazai Osamu who sneaked in from Chen Cang secretly… I don’t have the energy to see who it is.

The messy pieces of paper on the desktop were quickly reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye, and only a few thin pages were left in the end.

"Osamu Dazai! Push the job to me again! There are no crabs today, go eat dirt!"

I lowered my head and was about to crumple these "reports" like ghost drawings into balls and throw them on someone's face. The person sitting opposite me reached out and took the few pages away.

【Different Ability · Fallen Theory】

Ango Sakaguchi scanned the sheets of paper ten lines at a glance with an expression that was almost suffocating, and directly crumpled them into paper balls and threw them into the trash can accurately: "Don't look at it."

"What are you doing here?"

I can't tell whether it's Osamu Dazai's garbage report or his ex-husband which makes me more irritable, but the tone is bad enough anyway.He handed over a file bag in a good-tempered manner: "The final investigation report on [Yasha Baixue]'s killing of the former supernatural power user."

Mr. Ranpo put down the snack bag in his hand and stared at him vigorously: "You? Send a report?"

Osamu Dazai, who is always on the sofa, sent a disdainful message from a distance: "Hehe."

"It can be regarded as looking for an opportunity to visit you by the way."

The file bag was pushed in front of me, and I handed it to Jinghua to let her open it in a quiet place: "You see, I'm fine, the door is over there, I won't deliver it."

Socrates was disturbed by this commotion and couldn't sleep peacefully. An orange cat's head popped out of the edge of the desk.

He soon found a strange man sitting across from him: "Ha!"

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

"Little cats can't swear, be good!"

I rubbed his hairy head, got up and walked to the printer to wait for the documents to be bound.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Rushed into the drawer, grabbed the hat and jumped up: "Hurry up!"

"But your report still has an end..." If you don't finish writing, you always feel that there is something left to do, and you can't get off work and go back to rest.

"Ah~ Ango, you have been sitting here for so long without saying hello to my old friend, it really makes me sad~"

The rogue who was always on the sofa came over and hung it on Mr. Sakaguchi's shoulders: "Honestly speaking, it's quite unexpected that you dare to come here. Can you finally do something that I can't predict after all these years?"

The atmosphere in the office can no longer be described as "weird". Ms. Haruno and Mr. Kunikida sat on their seats trying to cover themselves with green plants and notebooks, their eyes flickering and scanning here.

"I came to visit my ex-wife. This matter should have nothing to do with you, Mr. Dazai."

"But Ango, you are disturbing the work efficiency of our club."

"The word work efficiency has nothing to do with you, Dazai-kun."

"May I trouble you to be a little obnoxious, Ango?"

"Dazai-kun has never found out that no one can surpass you in the matter of being 'disgusting'!"

"baba...baba..."

"baba...baba..."

I:"……"

On the matter of complaining, Ango Sakaguchi, you are very good.

Everyone stared at the glasses with complicated eyes, but now they all stared at me with complicated eyes.

What are you looking at?Did I wear a green hat to work today? !

It was President Fukuzawa who came out of the office to end the conversation among the elementary school students: "Assistant to the Chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Mr. Sakaguchi, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Ah, yes, President Fukuzawa, it's a pleasure to meet you." Glasses Ziyu quickly entered the working state from the complaining mode: "I'm here about your company member [Yasha Baixue]..."

"Mirror flower." The president turned his head to look at the girl in red who was flipping through the documents in the corner.She responded, and a white yaksha appeared out of nowhere, with her left hand clenched to the blade, and her right hand was ready for action at any time.

"Anyone who wants to join our society must pass the entrance test. Only when I admit that their supernatural powers will be supported by [Superior People Don't Create], and they will no longer be rampant."

President Fukuzawa looks indifferent and serious, but in fact, he is as soft-hearted as Mr. Kunikida. He has become Kyoka's guarantor and is willing to endorse all her actions before she reaches adulthood.

Glasses carefully watched Yasha disappear again, and looked away to express approval to the president: "In this case, please submit a report with relevant supplementary explanations. From now on, Izumi Kyoka will be raised by the Armed Detective Agency on her behalf. Regarding her subsidies and inheritance Either way, I'll get it done as soon as possible. Besides..."

He paused for a moment, and seriously asked a question that was beyond my imagination: "You don't object to people belonging to other institutions pursuing your members?"

President Fukuzawa: "..."

This kind of thing, even if he objected, would it be of any use!

"Everything is based on Yata's own wishes."

Mr. Fukuzawa, who was single and in his 40s, walked away. Before leaving, he warned the visitors of the Supernatural Secret Service Division with vicious eyes.

I didn't know how to react, before the glasses could speak again, Osamu Dazai tightened his neck and shook him vigorously: "What, it's better to accompany me to die in love than to accept your pursuit, right? ~I found a new way to commit suicide~ It’s too miserable to be on the road alone, but it’s even more lively when two people get together, and I’m just in the window period, so I still have a place, do you want to die?”

"Please die yourself."

I rejected him with a smile, and turned to look at Ango Sakaguchi: "I'm sorry, do social animals have love? They don't deserve it!"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

"By the way... I've always been wondering, Ango, how did you catch up with Fubuki-chan, can you tell me the secret?"

Rascal A dragged his former friend Rascal B to move towards the sofa. Rascal B tried hard to get rid of Rascal A's grip, but ended in failure: "Let go of me, Dazai-kun, you are too heavy!"

"Don't let it go~ You guys were mysterious in the bar back then, you must have secretly laughed at me and Oda Saku for not being able to catch girls..."

Rogue A ignored Rogue B's resistance, and dragged him away: "Stop slowing down other people's work progress, tax thief, haven't you seen that you are hated to the point where even breathing is troublesome for Fuxue-chan!"

The air finally calmed down, I closed the computer tightly, looked up at Mr. Ranpo who had been waiting for a long time: "Let's go, Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Let's go, let's have lunch by the way." He put his hat on his head, and bounced to sign in front of Miss Chunye: "I will take Xiao Fuxue out, I won't go back to the office in the afternoon, we want to go out together Go out and play!"

"Okay, Mr. Ranpo, I wish you a good time!" Ms. Haruno handed me the signed version: "Ms. Yada may consider going shopping in the red brick warehouse. The Ferris wheel over there is very famous."

"Ah, no." When I mentioned the Ferris wheel, my hair stood on my head: "I'm a little afraid of heights, so try another option, it's safer, parent-child type is also fine."

"Consider going fishing on Bajing Island... If you can't catch some, go to the market and buy a few, Socrates will be happy." Qi Luozi likes cats, and has a rare male three flower at home, which is said to be a native cat. Socrates handed her over to take care of me. I feel very relieved.

"Going out, goodbye."

After saying goodbye to her, I left Ango Sakaguchi in the office to go out with my colleagues. Anyway, calm down first.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Ango you just

Resign yourself to fate

cool to cool

there are extra

wait for you

I think, judging from the current progress, it is very likely that there will be no c in the end, and the feeling of c cannot be written. Even Osamu Dazai who "same frame is c" cannot be saved. It seems that... everyone will be cool.

In a sense, the big success of glasses?