Social animals don't deserve love

Picking up the decorative wine bottle and trying to beat Ango Sakaguchi violently, the result was that he fell to the ground, and the thickest part of the wine bottle hit the back of the glasses on the back of the head.

This position... is very dangerous, if you are not careful, you may still have the bottle.

Me: "... glasses, are you still awake!"

Ah... I accidentally called out the nickname in my heart.This is not important, what is important is that if I fool the real people in the supernatural secret service department, will the chief farmer cause trouble for the detective agency?

In desperation, I hurriedly called Akiko for help. I heard that I finally couldn't bear to "slash" my ex-husband. Dazai Osamu drove all the way by himself and laughed and sent the social doctor to the outside of Jutang's box within 5 minutes.

He was just in a hurry to watch the excitement.

— Mr. Kunikida, who handles traffic police tickets, probably won't be too kind.

"Good job Fubuki-chan, you must keep this energy! Do you want to know where the pain threshold of the human body is the lowest?" He just stepped on the hem of his coat and walked into the box like an old friend who was sitting on the floor and was sluggish.The two bodyguards who were guarding outside also followed in, and they were surprised when they saw the dizzy glasses sitting on the ground: "Mr. Sakaguchi!"

It seems that this boss is more delicate than expected and needs to be handled with care?

"Let me take a look." Akiko showed them her doctor's license, and stretched out her hand to check the back of her head with glasses carefully: "Either I will give you another bottle of [Please Don't Die], and I will keep you unscathed in the next second Live and jump, or rest in bed, eat a light diet and observe for half a day to avoid concussion. There is nothing wrong with the appearance, but the location is close to the brain stem, which is prone to discomfort symptoms.”

Well... With my little strength, even if I want to cause more serious injuries, it is impossible.

"Ah...no, it's nothing, it's just a swollen bag. I didn't see where I fell and tripped Fubuki. It was purely an accident." Two bodyguards stepped forward and carefully raised their glasses, and Dazai Osamu secretly grabbed He grabbed my wrist and pulled me half a step towards him: "Since there's nothing else... do you plan to eat?"

Eat, of course.

Originally, I planned to treat Lawyer Gu Meimen and Machiko to a good meal in order to thank them, but unfortunately the two escaped quickly and failed to taste the famous high-end cuisine in Yokohama.

"Please change to another private room to serve the food, and calculate the loss together later."

I took out my mobile phone and called Jinghua to ask her to come over after school: "Come to Jutang to eat tofu soup, you can bring your new friend~"

Jinghua happily agreed, hearing the voice as if she was with her friends.

In the process of changing the private room, the glasses were wobbled back to the Supernatural Secret Service Division. He expressed his regret for not being able to dissect the legendary youngest official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Akiko.

Then the glasses run faster.

Half an hour later, the table was covered with exquisite and elegant tableware, and Jinghua also led her friends in.

"Sister Fubuki, this is my deskmate Tachika Fujimaru." Then she turned around and introduced the guardians to her new friends one by one.

I smiled and nodded at the orange-haired girl in front of me: "Fujimaru-kun, it's the first time we meet, thank you for taking care of my family, Kyoka."

"Ah, that... No, no thanks, hahahahahaha." The orange-haired girl scratched the back of her head, and when she laughed, she had a cute and naive look that made people want to smile along with her.

The waiter delivered two new sets of bowls and chopsticks in good time, and the two little girls thanked her for picking up the bowls and eating quietly.

Akiko is much more interested in wagashi and other desserts than tofu, and Osamu Dazai propped his chin and smiled the whole time as I stuffed the bowls of the two girls in one way or another, lest they would not be full.

On the way back to the detective agency, the driver changed from Osamu Dazai to me. The reason was not to pollute the pure and kind souls of minors, especially Kyoka’s new friend was there, and not to expose the true side of the Armed Detective Agency.

To the outside world, we still have to try our best to maintain a high-cold temperament. This is what Mr. Kunikida asked repeatedly.

Just... probably able to keep it.

I drove the official car smoothly and slowly like a centenarian. Osamu Dazai, whose legs were too long to fit into the trunk, was tied to the passenger seat by Akiko with a seat belt, hesitant to speak.

Probably trying to complain about my speed.

I think 25 yards is quite good, the fault tolerance rate is relatively high and you can enjoy the roadside scenery calmly.In case of an emergency, the brakes can be braked in time so as not to cause a catastrophe. Everything is fine except that it is easier to be overtaken by a bicycle.

After sending Fujimaru-kun to the bus stop she designated, we diverted back to the detective agency.Without outsiders, there is no need to be reserved and decent on purpose. Akiko put an elbow on Xiao Jinghua's shoulder and put her arms around her neck: "How is your day today? Did you get a love letter from someone who secretly hid it in the drawer?"

Jinghua thought seriously for a minute, then shook her head very seriously: "No. Is it important?"

"It's not important, it's not important at all." Osamu Dazai, who was sitting next to me and was tied up by the seat belt, turned his head and tried to teach the children badly: "That kind of thing is nothing more than trouble for people for no reason, wishful thinking to let others know I feel angry and resentful if I don't get a response..."

The second half of the sentence was suppressed by Akiko's iron fist and I didn't say it. We hurriedly refreshed the explanation and hoped that Jinghua could forget the bad remarks of a certain scum.

I was still trying to explain the "love letter" until I walked into the office, and Dazai was handed over to Mr. Kunikida to return (make) and collect (cut).

"By the way, Yata," the most reliable and honest person in the whole company except the president, pointed to my desktop before taking away his partner: "A publishing house sent you a registered letter, which seems to be a printed matter, and it's there. "

I immediately thought of the book by Bear Press and Sakunosuke Oda, and I couldn't believe it was real, so I threw myself on the desk: "!"

Before I can tear open the bag another shadow is faster than me.

"Fuck!"

Osamu Dazai broke free from control and ran over to snatch the package and tore off the bubble wrap and the lining paper underneath, revealing the book with the light green cover inside.The binding of the book is simple and elegant, and it is heavy and textured in the hand. The author's name - Oda Sakunosuke is printed on the spine.

"Show me it quickly!" I jumped up, and this guy held my head with one hand and raised the book with the other hand: "No, I will read it first if I grab it!"

I:"……"

In late spring and early summer, editor Kawase of Little Bear Publishing House sent a sample of Sakunosuke Oda's posthumous manuscript to the detective agency.In order to compete with Osamu Dazai for the first right, I fought with my colleagues for the first time... Of course I didn’t win it, I could only watch with tears in my eyes as the cruel black-haired man took the sample booklet and posed in various poses. First came a set of sand sculpture [-] continuous shooting.

"Osamu Dazai, you are finished, I remember you. Don't even think about the crabs this month, and there are no cans. The unbreakable colleagues between us have ended today. I don't have such ruthless and unreasonable troublemakers like you." friend!"

I was lying on the desk with tears in my eyes, and Osamu Dazai didn't feel any pain at all and didn't take it to heart: "It's okay, Fubuki-chan, let's cut off friendship for two days, and I'll give it to you when I finish reading it the day after tomorrow. Last time you told me and Mr. Mori's drawing together will be a turning point today, I forgive you."

Accompanied by the sound of the shutter without stopping, Osamu Dazai twisted and twisted his disgusting and contrived cute scissors hands. I, who is both physically and physically disabled, could only hold my beloved cat and rub it with hatred.

"Socrates, huh!"

Jubai, who was rubbed so much that he thought about it and couldn't bear it, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and patted Junichiro innocently passing by with his paw.

Tanizaki Junichiro: "...?"

"Okay, stop making trouble, what are you guys fighting for?" Mr. Kunikida feebly stopped Dazai from making noise, because he was as happy as a child and didn't punch.

Osamu Dazai was almost as happy as a fly with wings flying: "If you don't read it, you will take your regrets to another world, my friend wrote it!"

"Obviously it was written by my friend!" I hugged Socrates with a look of grief and indignation.

"Uh..." Mr. Kunikida was confused: "You two friends, are you the same person?"

"Yes, yes, it's the same person." I nodded vigorously, Osamu Dazai also nodded vigorously, and slapped the cover by the way: "Look, look, Oda Tsukuru, a legendary writer!"

He almost put the book upright on Mr. Kunikida's nose, and before the other party reached out to take it, he took the book back cherishingly: "I'm going back to burn incense, take a bath, open a can of crab meat, and pour a bottle of cider to enjoy this slowly." This book will surely become a masterpiece of a masterpiece, goodbye everyone~"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sound of running down the stairs outside, and the speed almost caught up with Flash.

I, who failed to grab the book, slammed my fist on the table: "Damn it!"

"...You skipped work again! Dazai, you bastard!"

Mr. Kunikida was furious, and deeply hated that he let this guy go for a while.

I also hate it.

Within a few days after that, nothing abnormal happened to my body again, and the sick leave was finally over and I was able to return to the office and start working.Life is much easier without having to be wary of Dostoyevsky.

Especially in the "part-time job" in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, it's almost to the point where it doesn't matter if you fish in troubled waters aboveboard.

On the day of the mediation, I gave the glasses a bottle bottom. Akiko checked that there was no major problem, but when he came back, he heard that he was sent to a hospital affiliated with the Ability Department and lay in bed for a long time. After that, he became a little strange and surprised. .I don't know what kind of strange method, I haven't seen his current state.

Maybe it's because the glasses are afraid that I'll reward him with another bottle of wine. It's fine if we don't see each other. After a period of time, I don't have to do this "part-time job" anymore, and I'm completely relieved.

Summer has come quietly amidst countless reports and fish hunting. On the day I found Sakunosuke Oda’s name on the shelf of Kadokawa Shoten, I spent a huge sum of money to buy two watermelons that don’t need salt for everyone to eat as a celebration. Osamu Dazai ate watermelon After skipping work for a day, there was no one there.

I know that he stayed in the cemetery all day and didn't come back until late at night.I never went to the cemetery with him to visit Oda Sakunosuke, just like Oda Sakunosuke didn't mention me to his friends, the words we want to say to him must be different, and naturally there is no need to appear at the same time.

My old friend, I wish you the best of luck.

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