Social animals don't deserve love

It was already eleven o'clock in the morning when I returned to the detective agency. In order not to delay the afternoon work, I rejected Akiko's invitation to have lunch together, and stayed in the office with Socrates in my arms to rush to the report.

Recently, I don't know why there are so many murders pretending to be suicides appearing everywhere. It seems that it is not easy for people to live...!

Before the start of work in the afternoon, the reports were neatly lying on Mr. Kunikida's desk. "Baji" took a bite of the cat's head, I picked up the handbag and picked up the documents that need to be sent to the Special Agents Division and walked out, just in time to meet Mr. Ranpo with a lollipop in his mouth: "Hey! Go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and lead the way, I will go there too."

Usually he would only run to the Metropolitan Police Department, and it was the first time that he said he was going to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"Okay, shall I wait for you?" I let the road go to the elevator and waited, and a detective followed behind, rummaging through his pockets: "No, we can start now. It's the president's business, anyway, I have to go there .”

"What about the president?" I only know that President Fukuzawa is a rare, magnanimous and reasonable man who can afford to open an "armed detective agency", hire people with supernatural powers to work, and receive a considerable amount of money from the government. Commissioned... I don't want to explore at all what happened in the dark place.

Let Mr. Fukuzawa always maintain a noble and upright image in my heart, just as I am not curious about the scratches on his saber, nor am I curious about his past.

Mr. Ranpo turned his head and glanced at me, then turned back to stand by the elevator door and poked the button boredly: "Yeah... what new pet have you got recently?"

"A big Siberian hamster that can bite people." I lied calmly.Emerald green eyes flashed under his eyes, he took off his glasses and stuffed them into his jacket pocket: "Well... show me the observation diary later."

"At Dazai's place." Aren't the so-called colleagues used to throw blame at critical moments?

After hearing this, Mr. Luanbu raised his hand and put it on the back of his head in reassurance: "Well, I understand, I want to bring a detective to play with me next time, otherwise I will get angry and ignore you."

"Hmm." I answered vaguely, just as the elevator door opened, Mr. Ranpo jumped in and said, "Come in quickly."

When I arrived at the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Mr. Ranpo went to find an acquaintance of the president. I transferred to the Supernatural Special Affairs Section, threw the report directly on the table of the glasses, and turned on the laptop to continue the work that had not been completed in the office before.

It's so strange that the glasses are not in the office.

At 04:30, the work is finished and ready to leave work.The office door opened and closed, and Ango Sakaguchi walked in with a black air, and saw me sitting in my seat playing spider solitaire to kill the last half hour.

Glasses: "..."

Before he could speak, the door was pushed open again.This time it was Ms. Tsujimura and another young man who came in, a little unfamiliar, so they should be newcomers.

"Mr. Sakaguchi, I understand." Ms. Tsujimura nodded at me and opened the memo to report to work.In order to avoid suspicion, I silently pulled out the earphones and plugged them in my ears and continued to play Spider Solitaire.

The earphones were taken away, and the glasses were conveniently stuffed into the suit pocket: "Wearing too many earphones can damage your hearing, it's okay to let you know."

Ms. Tsujimura pretended she didn't hear anything and continued: "Being forced by loan sharks, he had to choose to commit suicide. Before that, his wife was sick and hospitalized for several years... passed away last month."

"What about 'pages'?"

"Both the Seventh Agency and the Military Department have indicated that the 'page' is safe and sound." She closed the memo: "It is suspected within the Ability Secret Service Division that this person is suspected of leaking secrets, but now there is no proof of death..."

Ango Sakaguchi glanced at her: "Do you need me to go to the scene?"

This time, another person answered: "There are many people coming and going at the place where the incident happened. The Metropolitan Police Department has already taken the body to the cold storage. He also has a son who is studying in college."

"Understood, I will take the time to visit the child and tell him about it. If he aspires to work in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he will also be given some help as usual."

He pinched the bridge of his nose: "Remember to have a look at the case after it is transferred from the Metropolitan Police Department. Also, Tsujimura will check the seal of the 'book' to ensure that any changes will not affect the integrity of the seal."

"Yes." Ms. Tsujimura led the newcomers out, and once again only me and glasses were left in the office.

The fireworks on the monitor exploded all over the screen, and the cards returned to their place. I silently swipe the cross in the upper right corner to turn it off: "Ahem, it's almost time, I have to get off work."

After going through what happened yesterday, it is definitely impossible to say that I am not embarrassed when I see him again today, but work is work, as long as I am not stopped by the guards for a day, I have to persevere for a day.Everyone is an adult, no matter how emotional you are, you can't bring it to the workplace, you have to eat, right?It's not that I can't go back to the detective agency to avoid people, the key is to ask the president to give me a favor to clean up the mess... It's really unnecessary.

The glasses returned to the seat, and the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard was accompanied by a low "um" into the ears.

What else can I do?No longer bound by the marriage relationship, he has no reason to prevent his ex-wife from starting a new relationship.Even if she was stepping on two boats, it was still an adult's personal freedom, at most she could condemn her on a moral level... What position does he have to do this?

"Go out and play..." I heard Ango Sakaguchi muttering in a low voice while hiding behind the computer: "Try not to drink, go home early."

"..." I have never found him so honest and so irritating.Even if you don't mention the next few years, don't you know what kind of personality I was when I first got married and when I was in love?If I really had the ability of Neptune, how could I foolishly hang myself on your crooked neck tree!

Anyway, just angry.

Turning off the computer and clearing up the desktop, I threw the stationery away with a clatter, and the glasses made a weak voice again under the cover of the computer: "It's nothing else, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry!"

Gritting my teeth and closing the drawer, I waited for the "4" on the electronic wall clock to jump to a "5", and immediately got up and went out, and bumped into Mr. Ranpo who was running around looking for me at the door: "Little Fubuki, Little Fubuki, the famous detective wants to eat The dorayaki over there in Sanxi Garden, accompany me to buy it!"

Going to Sankeien from the Ministry of Internal Affairs is much closer than going to Chinatown. If Junichiro is asked to run errands, it would be more convenient for us to go directly.Dorayaki tastes best when it’s just out of the oven, and Mr. Ranpo probably doesn’t want to wait an extra hour or two until the dim sum cools down.

"Understood, have you brought the bus card?" If you didn't bring it, you have to change some change in advance. Fortunately, he fumbled up and down from his pants pocket and found the bus card that Mr. Kunikida helped him: "Here, hurry up Lah~ I didn’t get the first one to buy yesterday, huh! It’s all your fault, Fubuki, that you went to the beach this afternoon to accompany Dazai to enjoy the cold wind.”

"Yeah, blame me, blame me, let's go now?" I took the bus card he handed over and walked behind - I didn't walk ahead because I was afraid that someone who didn't pay attention would make a wrong turn, and it would be difficult to find it when I turned back.

The human voice gradually faded away, and the office fell into silence again. Mr. Sakaguchi, who sat behind the computer and poked a bunch of garbled characters: "..."

This is simply the torture of self-punishment, but there is no way to give up.

"Mr. Ranpo, is the dorayaki delicious?"

Hurry up and hurry up, finally arrived at the first one in line to snap up hot snacks, the famous detective walking next to the box with his cheeks puffed up like a little squirrel.

The young man who didn't know how to wipe off the snack residue on his mouth nodded vigorously: "It's delicious, I'll give you one."

The brown-red round cake-shaped snack was handed to me, and I took a bite. It was so sweet that it was almost bitter.

"It's so sweet, I really envy Mr. Ranpo, no matter how much he eats sweets, he won't gain weight."

After a few mouthfuls of food in my hand, I grabbed his sleeve and entered the Lu convenience store: "Two bottles of pure water, thank you."

"There's no need to worry about things like weight." Mr. Ranpo muttered, took a bag of Hantian jelly from the shelf and handed it to the clerk to check out, and took a bite of dorayaki from time to time. For my frequent reminders to drink water extremely dissatisfied.

It's useless to be dissatisfied. If there is any problem with the teeth, you must completely quit snacks. This is a guarantee letter written by the detective himself to the president.

Unscrew the cap of the bottle and drink half of it in one go to dilute the overly sweet taste in your mouth, and save the other bottle of water for Mr. Ranpo who is always in danger of tooth decay.

When I returned to the detective agency, I still felt that my throat was blocked. I touched Socrates and talked to Jinghua for a while. I had to cheer up and continue to go to Dostoevsky.

This Russian can't see through at all.Regardless of personality, behavior patterns, or so-called interpersonal relationships, everything I can see is what he is willing or deliberately let me see. Once thinking falls into his logical circle, the consequences will be unimaginable, and I dare not take it lightly.

How should I put it, he is very good at inducing, and there is always a way for people to get an answer that meets his expectations. No matter whether he obeys or resists, the final result will not be different.I am not arrogant enough to think that I can fight against such a person at the same level, at most I just occupied a convenient location and conveyed all the information I can get to Dazai.

This information may be true, more likely to be false.

Whether it's true or not... I'll leave it to the smart people to worry about it, I don't have enough brain cells!

Back to the apartment by car, as soon as I opened the door, I saw Gogol sitting at the coffee table in the middle of the living room watching TV, with a box of instant noodles in front of him.

I emptied the instant noodle box with only one box left.

"Where's Fedya?"

There was a strange smell in the house, like something rotting had been dug out of the mud.

Mr. Clown gave me some attention, and while he patted his thighs and laughed following the variety show effect, he took the time to answer the question: "He accidentally fell into the pond when he went out for a walk today, and he was probably trying to get the mud off his cloak. "

"!"

No wonder it stinks so much!

"Don't wash it in the washing machine directly! It will break!" I rushed into the kitchen, and a Russian dumpling wearing glasses and a bathrobe squatted on the tiled floor and silently looked up and condemned: "It's a bit noisy."

"Then you can't put all the responsibility on the washing machine. If it breaks, will you fix it?"

Walked over and kicked him to move away, the hem of the cloak, which was still white in the morning, was stained with a ring of unknown mucus: "Damn! Did you fall into the cow dung pile?"

It's too stinky, and he can't have it in the kitchen anymore.

Toss capes and other soiled clothes in the tub and rinse them until at least the fabric marks are less smelly before taking them out and stuffing them in the washing machine.I couldn't stand the attack of this gas. I frantically poured laundry detergent into it as if I didn't want money. Looking back, I was annoyed and found a layer of slippery and sticky black mud deposited under the bathtub. I had to find a brush and brush it into the sewer to wash it away.

Dostoyevsky was kicked out by me to sit on the floor with Gogol, and the two gentlemen shook their heads like penguins to watch me come and go to clean up.

After finally letting the smell in the room approach the threshold that normal people can bear, my clothes are almost soaked.

"Ah...what to do, do you still have any clothes left here?"

Dostoevsky and his friend Gogol share the same innocent face, which makes people unable to even vent their anger.

"Not at all, I have to go back to the dormitory to change." I sniffed around in disgust: "I want to go back to take a shower and change clothes, you two don't always eat instant noodles!"

Without giving them a chance to continue talking, I grabbed the key and could almost describe it as "running away".

What kind of smell is this? It stinks!

Back downstairs in the dormitory, I bumped into Osamu Dazai who was playing deep again. I rushed into the room with his thoughtful eyes and went straight to the bathroom. After half an hour of hot water, I felt better.

"It stinks, I really don't know what they have done!"

Jinghua stayed in the living room, holding Socrates who was so curious that he couldn't let him get close to my shoes and sniff them. I didn't let go until I ran out barefoot and brought them into the bathroom to wash them off.

"Meow~" Ju Bai immediately came up to rub and sniff, his throat was gurgling non-stop like a small electric motor.

I picked him up and scratched his chin, and the cat pressed his head on his hand.

"Have you encountered anything interesting in the afternoon?" I sat opposite Jinghua, thankful that I finally saved my sense of smell.

The little girl still had no expression on her face, but she could feel her happiness for my timely return from her eyes: "Mr. Kunikida will do all the papers."

"That's really amazing!" I smiled and patted Socrates's butt instead of clapping.

"Let's go to Ju Tang to eat soup tofu on weekends, and celebrate the outstanding achievements of Xiao Jinghua in her studies through hard work!"

No matter what the child is doing well, as a parent, you must give positive feedback at the first time to motivate her to continue working hard.Even if my status as a "guardian" is in doubt, I still want to do my best.

Jinghua's eyes lit up: "I still want to eat crepes."

She was talking about a mobile vendor near the Red Brick Warehouse. At first, Naomi offered Amway to everyone, but after tasting it, she became Jinghua's new favorite.

"Of course you can, but you can only eat one. I'm afraid of coughing if there are too many."

I smiled and got up and walked towards the entrance. Before going out, I didn't forget to tell: "Go to bed early, I have something to do, I'm just downstairs, come back in half an hour."

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Canteen of the Ministry of Internal Affairs

lack of vinegar today

Who did Mr. Tuo dig up?

everybody knows

I feel that Mr. Tuo is a little weak because we have turned on the God's perspective. If we don't turn it on, we can't understand the operation. Just fast forward to the end of the play...

In addition, Mr. Counting, it is over forty, and I will count the exact number tomorrow...