The day when I was one soul with Dazai

"Ranbu-san, do you want to write a book?"

There was anticipation in the kite-colored eyes, and Edogawa pondered for a while, his emerald green eyes looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi, and he nodded with his babysitter's approval.

"Yoxi, I'll have someone from the publishing house send you a contract tomorrow!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Osamu Dazai happily added a writer who could write a book for himself to the publishing house.

After swiftly reaching a foster care agreement with Ranpo Edogawa and Yukichi Fukuzawa, Osamu Dazai, who wanted to say goodbye to Izumi Kyoka, turned around and saw that the little girl he had finally gained a good impression of was facing a back Smile at one of his young lads.

The kite-colored pupils dimmed for a moment, but soon Osamu Dazai chose to squeeze in between the two little guys.

Seeing the boy's face, Osamu Dazai froze for a moment, the familiar face made him rummage through his memory.

Facing Osamu Dazai who suddenly came over, Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously stopped what he was saying to Kyoka-chan, and greeted Osamu Dazai shyly:

"Mr. Dazai, long time no see!"

Looking at the man with his right index finger pointing at his chin, frowning and thinking, three black lines materialized on Atsushi Nakajima's forehead.Has Mr. Dazai forgotten me?

"Ah, you're Atsushi Nakajima, aren't you!"

Seeing what Atsushi Nakajima was thinking at a glance, Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and smiled, denying,

"I remember Nakajima, but I can't remember the name for a while!"

Stretching out his hands and rubbing the silver hair that seemed to feel good to the touch, he glanced at Izumi Kyouka who was silent again because he came over, and lowered his head to get close to Nakajima Atsushi's ear:

"Nakajima-kun, take good care of Kyoka-chan, she just lost her parents, so..."

Patting the boy on the shoulder, Osamu Dazai turned his back to Izumi Kyoka and made a cheering gesture to Atsushi Nakajima.Then, he squatted in front of Quan Jinghua and said goodbye.

"Since you promised, you must do it well!"

Looking at the little finger of her right hand stretched out in front of her, Izumi Kyoka's blue eyes were filled with the figure of Dazai Osamu, staring closely at the young man with encouragement for a while, she stretched out the little finger of her left hand and clasped it silently .

The hooking between the fingers was short and quick. Knowing that the girl's heart was already recovering, Osamu Dazai waved his hand and left with his back turned to the eyes of everyone in the Armed Detective Agency.

Osamu Dazai, who didn't want to go to work, decisively skipped work. After too much work recently, now that he is free, he tried to find his hobby - diving.

When I came to the place where I entered the water in the past, I found a guy in a Chinese tunic suit sitting on a stone and throwing stones into the water with a dejected expression, sighing while throwing.

Is it a foreign mission?

With such a trace of interest, Osamu Dazai approached the dejected man:

"Throwing stones is not allowed here, everyone will cause soil erosion just like you!"

Pleasant Japanese came from beside him, the man raised his head and glanced at Dazai Osamu, stopped the movement of his hands, turned to look at the sea with his knees in a daze.

"Is there something bothering you?"

For some reason, Osamu Dazai, who looked at the man with a hint of kindness, took a look at the man's attire, and he really looked a bit like Ango!

"If you have been fighting for something for a long time but can't get it, will you give up!"

The man who could laugh when faced with friends' ridicule, in a stranger's questioning, asked the confusion in his heart.

"Well~, what is it? If you are after a girl, I will persuade you to give up!"

Osamu Dazai, who sat down on the side, also looked at the sea surface blown by the breeze, blinked, and asked again.

"Isn't your country holding the Akutagawa Awards recently? Our country also has similar awards, but it's not the first one like yours. I have participated in it several times, but I haven't won any awards. I will doubt myself level!"

Hearing the bewilderment in the words of the people around him, and thinking of Shuji Tsushima, who had newly opened a vest and was about to secretly hide Chen Cang, Osamu Dazai smiled lightly:

"My friend used to be like you, um, or he hasn't fulfilled his wish yet, but he hasn't given up yet."

The man blinked his eyes, and looked curiously at the person next to him who suddenly spoke to him. A handsome face was reflected in his pupils. After blinking again, he found that the man he saw was right, and silently moved himself away. a little.

"Oh, is it also a literary award?"

"Yes!"

The nature of the sudden conversation dissipated, Osamu Dazai stood up and lightly brushed off the dust on the windbreaker,

"Come on, sweet little girl!"

The man's eyes widened instantly, looking at Osamu Dazai who had gone away, how did he know that I was a girl? ? ?

As for Osamu Dazai, who left, he found another holy place to enter the water again, and carried out pleasant hobbies.

"Why is it you again? Seriously, I want to have a good talk with your president!"

The chattering fisherman patiently untied the fishing net wrapped around Dazai Osamu, and at the same time beckoned his wife to call the publishing house.

"See you again, old man!"

Seeing the bright smile on the wet young man's face, the old man snorted angrily, and walked away with the fishnet that had been removed.

"Dazai-san, please don't deliberately cause trouble for the old man next time, okay?"

Enkidu, the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, with a natural smile, pointedly stated the meaning behind Osamu Dazai's actions,

"Old man, it's very hard to come here every day to cast a net and wait for you, but please understand me, the editor-in-chief of the Akutagawa Awards, who has been busy recently, okay? Editor Dazai!"

After a small sneeze, Osamu Dazai was immediately activated by Rei Kashii, who was left behind due to long inactivity, and instantly the wet clothes became dry, and the dust disappeared.

Seeing the editor-in-chief Enducci who was new to the publishing house due to the resignation of the editor-in-chief Higuchi, Kashii zero took a sympathetic look at Osamu Dazai. As far as she knew, the editor-in-chief was very skilled.

"Hey, what is the editor-in-chief talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Facing the man pretending to be a fool, the editor-in-chief took out the calculator he carried with him in a friendly manner, and tapped the keyboard with a beep, and the last string of numbers appeared in front of Osamu Dazai:

"Dear, is it cash or a bank card? This is your debt! According to the latest employee regulations of the publishing house, you have been absent from work for 80 hours this month. According to the fine of 1 per hour, you need to pay me 80!"

Facing this row of numbers, and seeing the smile of editor-in-chief He Shan, Osamu Dazai dug out his empty pockets, smiled, turned and ran.

Ability Secret Service

Due to the arrival of diplomatic missions from various countries in recent days, the busy clerks of the Ability and Secret Service Section were thrown off their feet.

As a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Manyuan Fanhua hasn't seen her cute dog for a month. Looking at the piles of documents on the desktop, she feels that she needs to buy an insurance for herself, but knowing that supernatural agents Insurance companies that work overtime are expected to issue a shocking premium list for themselves.

Numbly, he reviewed the news sent by the intelligence agents below, and added it to the report according to the established form.She glanced at Senior Sakaguchi who was sitting in a position where everyone could see and had been working for three full days, with admiration in her heart.

As expected of Senior Ango, who was promoted as fast as a rocket launch, this overtime skill is unmatched by us.

"The yard is full of flowers?"

Hearing his name, his brain, which was full of flowers and overtime, hesitated to accept it. After realizing that he was really called, he stood up with a snap, and came to the front of his immediate boss, Ango Sakaguchi, who greeted him.

"You are in charge of receiving the American mission, here is their information!"

After being stuffed with a case that he had never taken over, the whole courtyard was stunned for a moment. Ango Sakaguchi stretched out his hand to help his glasses, and looked at his subordinate who had not moved for a long time, with some doubts:

"is there a problem?"

"Senior, I have never done such a big thing, other seniors..."

Ango Sakaguchi interrupted the unfinished words of the flowers in the courtyard, and closed his eyelids when he was about to fight,

"I have read your files. You were the head of the Propaganda Department when you were in college. You have experience in reception. The American mission is easier to get along with among these foreign missions. Their leader, Francis Scott Key Fei Zgerard is known for his gentlemanly demeanor, you have to believe that you are capable of being here."

After understanding the subtext of Ango Sakaguchi, the flowers in the courtyard took over the thick document that would soon become one of his political achievements. The capable senior went to deal with the difficult mission, and the tall man in the short man was was ordered.

Okay, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, who is said to be a man who loves his wife and daughter very much, give his wife a present?

Flipping through the brilliant resumes of this group of people, Fanhua felt a little Alexander.

At the same time, Fei Jia, who was a rich woman who came from heaven at home, looked at the lady sitting opposite him and smiled weakly.

Looking at the marriage advertisement on the Internet, Nanyou Qiaomu, the object of his fancy, was a little surprised. After all, with such advanced technology these days, photoshopping photos is a common thing, and carefully looked at the man sitting opposite.This beauty needs to apply for marriage online?

"Excuse me, is your name Fyodor Dostoevsky?"

Nodding slightly, facing the lady who fluently announced his name, Fei Jia's purple eyes looked at Nanyou Qiaomu who frowned when he saw him, thinking that the other party belonged to that force people.

"This should be posted by you, I don't know why your appearance is reduced to marriage, and I haven't seen any signs of plastic surgery for the time being. But since you are sitting across from me, let's get to know each other! "

Looking at his own information displayed on the phone screen, Fei Jia immediately thought that it was Osamu Dazai's handwriting, but, this?Marriage site?Looking at the woman who didn't understand the situation in front of her, Fei Jia was a little curious, how did she enter this website? !

Fei Jia's cell phone vibrated slightly, and Gogol sent him a message, looking at the supernatural power of the woman in front of him - money begets money, Fei Jia closed the cell phone, and showed a business-like expression to Nanyou Qiaomu. Smile.