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On the floor of the Armed Detective Agency, Akiko Yosano looked at the president's office while wiping the scalpel.

"Mr. Luanbu, who was the one who just walked in?" The female doctor turned her head and asked the detective who was eating snacks at the desk.

"Oda Sakunosuke, the president's favorite children's literature writer." Ranpo Edogawa chewed a delicious stick in his mouth, with a trace of resentment in his voice, "The president cut me in half after reading his works." share of candy intake."

It's all his fault!What did you say that eating too much sugar will cause tooth decay!All detectives have no sugar to eat Wuwu.

Is this how people live?Edogawa Ranpo's genius mind couldn't stand this grievance.

She knew Yosano Akiko in seconds, with a smile on her lips: "It seems that Mr. Odasaku will become our colleague."

The president and he definitely have a lot in common - in terms of taking care of the bear children.

Edogawa walked in disorder, pursed his mouth, and breathed out angrily.

Of course the top-notch famous detective can see this. He has no opinion on the character of Oda Sakunosuke, except, only...

"My snacks! My thick snacks!" Edogawa Ranpo stuffed snacks into his mouth like a hamster, his cheeks bulging, "Damn! Even the president can't reduce my share of snacks! I will Angry, really angry!"

A detective would faint on the spot because of the lack of sugar!

"If Odasaku-sensei chooses to switch to our Armed Detective Agency...Will Tsushima-sensei and Spicy Curry Rice-sensei come too?" Yosano Akiko asked expectantly.

The three members of the Rogue faction are all well-known writers in Yokohama, and Shuji Tsushima is a national-level writer in Japan.

If they all switch jobs from the port Mafia to the Armed Detective Agency, the [-]-year publicity expenses of the Detective Agency can be saved!

"Spicy curry rice, Ango Sakaguchi is a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division." Edogawa shook the newspaper, "As for Shuji Tsushima...it is impossible for him to come to the Armed Detective Agency."

Yosano Akiko asked doubtfully, "Why?"

"Because that guy can't be inferior to others." Edogawa Ranpo put on his glasses at some point, and his cold green eyes were clear.

"His future lies further afield."

"Have you been admitted successfully? That's good...Entry test? Don't worry, Odasaku is sure to be fine." Osamu Dazai held the phone between his shoulders and stood still, not daring to move.

"This one, or this one?" Ling Ling gestured to Osamu Dazai with two sets of clothes.

I saw a Hawaiian flower shirt in her left hand and a gothic Lolita in her right hand. The sister of the clerk who had nowhere to put her hands was hesitant to speak, and she was holding a large army green padded jacket in her hand.

Although the person who was trying on clothes had a face that could go on a catwalk in a sack!You can't really let him wear a sack on the street, hey!

The clerk's sister shouted in her heart: Take care of your girlfriend, where did this matching ghost come out?A master of Fauvism?

Dazai Osamu was very calm and let Lingling hold the clothes and gesture on his body, even if she took out a pink JK of the same style as a high school girl, it still collapsed in front of her face without changing her face.

How can a mere JK shake Osamu Dazai's indomitable heart under persecution?

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"Do you want me to recommend some sets for you?" The clerk sister couldn't help but stepped forward and suggested tactfully.

When I got closer, the young man in front of me was really beautiful with 360 degrees and no dead ends.

The slightly curly black hair was softly pasted on the pale forehead, the iris-colored eyes contained the ocean flowing down from the sky, the corners of the lips curled into a indulgent smile, and the bandage wrapped around the neck had a kind of morbid beauty.

Those iris-colored pupils blinked, as if they were not quite used to the feeling that both eyes were exposed to the air at the same time.

The clerk remembered Dazai entering the shop with one eye wrapped in a bandage, and she regretted his handicap.

"Bandage, please take it off?" The clerk heard the girl next to the young man gesturing twice, "I'm suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it's not easy to choose clothes that match."

Port Mafia is dressed in a uniform black suit, and I don’t think it’s anything special after getting used to it.It is rare for the two of them to go shopping now, and she thought for a long time that the bandage on Osamu Dazai's face was not suitable for the warm Hawaiian shirt and big pants she had taken a fancy to at a glance.

"My eyes are the true eyes of the evil king with mysterious power sealed in them. If the seal is broken, the world may be destroyed." Osamu Dazai said this while tearing off the bandage on his face.

The white cloth fell down like snow, and the audience was silent.

If beauty could kill, the entire store would be gone.

Only the girl who was in charge of all this didn't respond, she was bouncing around in the sea of ​​clothes to pick out some strange clothes that fit her mysterious taste.Osamu Dazai looked helplessly at Ling Ling's hands, one after another, outrageous costumes that challenged the aesthetics, and in the end he didn't say anything to refuse.

"Shall I pick out a set for you?" the clerk asked with secret anticipation. "Our new collection for this season is perfect for you."

Osamu Dazai glanced at the sand-colored windbreaker hanging in the window, it really fits his aesthetics, and the style is also good-looking.

"No need." He hooked his lips lightly, "Do as she likes."

"How about this white one?" Ling Ling held up a pure white suit with golden lines on the shoulders for Dazai to see.

Classic and elegant style, good-looking but very picky.The figure is almost the scene of a car accident, and most models do not have the confidence to control it.

Some people rely on clothes, and their overall style is made up of uniforms.But for some people, no matter how gorgeous the clothes are, they are just his foil, like stars embracing the moon.

Osamu Dazai is convinced that this is the most consistent aesthetic between Zero Zero and him.If he misses this opportunity, there is a high probability that he can only choose between the gothic Lolita skirt and the pink girl JK.

Osamu Dazai's requirements are very low, not just women's clothing.

"Just this set." Osamu Dazai took the clothes in Lingling's hands, "White is also very good, and it should be able to make Mr. Mori half dead."

Mori Ogai was angry, but he was happy.

Osamu Dazai's happiness is that simple.

"Dazai-kun, where are you?" When Ango Sakaguchi called, Lingling was tying a tie for Osamu Dazai.

He leaned down so that Lingling wouldn't have to tiptoe out of reach, and paid a little attention to the person on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Sen and Mr. Tantian have arrived already?"

"Yes." Ango Sakaguchi covered the receiver of the phone and whispered, "You are the only one missing."

Behind him, Mori Ogai and Taneda Yamato played the front with a smirk, and the surrounding subordinates ran as far as they could go. Only the two-faced spy Ango Sakaguchi could not leave, and he bitterly accompanied his old and new bosses.

"Ango-kun." Mori Ogai said with a smile, "If you are willing to return to the port Mafia to work, this month's full attendance award will not be missed."

Ango Sakaguchi, his heart beats for a second.

"No need." He received the suggestive look of "Don't be tempted! I'll give you a bonus tomorrow" from Tan Tian Shantouhuo, and politely declined, "Mr. Dazai will come over soon."

Hearing Osamu Dazai's name, Mori Ogai gritted his teeth.

Good job, his good subordinate, really amazing.

Mori Ogai only realized something was wrong after receiving Taneda Santou's invitation.

Oda Sakunosuke and his five children had already left the building, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke ran around Yokohama under Dazai Osamu's order, but he didn't bring back a single living person.

More importantly, MIMIC, which was used to involve the Supernatural Secret Service, had no intention of causing trouble in Yokohama. They stole a batch of weapons from Mafia at the port and then gave up their troops. They were so honest that they didn't look like a group of mercenaries.

MIMIC is a group of desperadoes, what can make them be so honest?

Mori Ogai couldn't figure it out. The subordinates he sent to follow Osamu Dazai had been dumped countless times. In the end, he only got the news that Mr. Tsushima had released a new book.

New books, literature, Tsujima Shuji... Mori Ogai was surprised that everything was reversed on the day the gangsters made their debut.

In his eyes, Oda Sakunosuke is the ace killer who washes his hands in a golden basin, and a grassroots employee of the port Mafia. In the eyes of others, including his subordinates, he is the teacher Oda Saku with warm and touching words and mellow emotions.

Not to mention Osamu Dazai, Mr. Tsushima's reputation is more widely spread than the youngest cadre of the port Mafia, and he is a household name.

Perhaps no one knows Mori Ogai who left Yokohama, but no one has heard of Shuji Tsushima's name.

"It seems that some of Dazai-kun's works have been selected into elementary school textbooks..." Mori Ogai's thoughts gradually drifted away, "Will you leave a name in history...?"

Seagulls paddled across the water, stirring up waves, and the motor of the yacht hummed. Amidst the hustle and bustle, a very slight sound of leather shoes touching the ground touched everyone's nerves.

"It seems that I am late." The young man said with a smile.

The white suit fit the body shape, and the suit pants wrapped around the long legs without any wrinkles. Osamu Dazai loosened his tie slightly, and led the girl beside him down the steep steps.

Lingling was wearing a long black backless dress, with warm black pearl earrings dangling beside her soft white earlobe, her eyes chased a white falcon passing by the sky, and inadvertently landed on Mori Ogai.

Inorganic, icy black pupils fluttered past, as if being looked down by some higher-dimensional existence, and in an instant, even the bones and blood in the flesh were seen through, and the whole person seemed to have become a series of meaningless numbers.

"Mr. Mori." Until Osamu Dazai spoke, the fear of being seen through slowly faded from Mori Ogai.

Ling Ling's attention was only allocated to him for a moment, and then he continued to concentrate on watching the seabirds.

"Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai nodded innocently, "I am very happy to see my capable cadres on this occasion... If your position is still in the port of Mafia, I will be even happier."

"What are you talking about?" Osamu Dazai asked pretending to be surprised, "Of course I'm heading towards the port of Mafia, otherwise today's transaction would not have happened at all."

Mori Ogai's scrutinizing eyes swept over the competent subordinate in front of him.

If he still had the delusion that Osamu Dazai might not be completely out of control before going to the appointment, he had to admit the fact after being glanced at by Ling Ling.

The youngest cadre of the port Mafia, his right-hand man, has already surpassed himself and moved in a more distant direction.

What's more, the repeated concessions of the Supernatural Secret Service are not because of Mafia's arrogance at the port, nor because of MIMIC's coercion, but because of Osamu Dazai.

Because it is his will to complete the three-hour plan, all forces in Yokohama must obediently give in and obey absolutely.

Mori Ogai understands that the license for opening the business of the ability is already in his pocket, but he can't be happy about it.

All fools know that Osamu Dazai never does white work.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Mori." Looking at Mori Ogai's eyes as if facing a formidable enemy, Osamu Dazai smiled instead, "I don't want much."

Mori Ogai didn't believe it.But he thought about it again, with Osamu Dazai's style, if there was something he insisted on, it would be useless for Mori Ogai to refuse.

What's more, compared to negotiable transactions, Osamu Dazai prefers to make people have to take the initiative to offer what he asks for, and there is no room for turning around.

Port Mafia is nothing worthy of Osamu Dazai's attention. Giving him a license to open with abilities is something that Osamu Dazai had planned long ago. The deal proposed now is more like an addition, only for Mori Ogai.

To put it simply: Osamu Dazai has been unhappy with his boss for a long time, and now Mori Ogai has finally fallen into his hands, and he, Osamu Dazai, does not like eating well all the time.

After thinking this through, Mori Ogai suddenly fell into a calm state like a salted fish.He took the check from Dazai Osamu lightly, and his pupils trembled when he saw the number on it.

Well... so many zeros.

This is a personal transaction and cannot be taken from the public account, it can only be paid from his private money.

Mori Ogai's heart was bleeding when he signed the autograph, and one beautiful little dress after another lined up to say Good-bye to him.

Don't go - three years!Wait for him for three years!After three years he will come to take you home!

Mori Ogai bit his handkerchief, Taneda Santokana quietly glanced at the number on the check, and gasped.

Do you guys make money like this?It has been decided that tomorrow we will send people to the port of Mafia to investigate tax evasion and water leakage.

After signing the check, Mori Ogai left quickly, maintaining his handsome appearance, like a temple escape player with a chimpanzee chasing after him, his face calm and panicky.

"You run really fast." Osamu Dazai stretched his waist, "Zero sauce, shall we eat king crab today? Use Mr. Mori's money!"

Lingling raised her hands and cheered: "Yeah!"

The yacht drove to the shore, and Ling Ling bounced ashore, with his back to the beach and stretched out his hand to Osamu Dazai, wanting to pull him up.

"Dazai-kun." Taneda Shantouhuo called him to stop.

Osamu Dazai was putting a hand on Lingling's hand, and turned his head when he heard the words.

The sun shone from the blue sky and reflected on his handsome face through the blue water.

The white wings of seagulls fluttered down on the side of the ship, and Tan Tian Shantouhuo said in a deep voice, "The personal pardon you applied for has been discussed and approved by your superiors."

"From now on, the day will be dark, and there will be no more shackles."

"It's very efficient." Osamu Dazai was not surprised by this result.

His ability, aptitude and influence are like a mountain firmly pressed in Yokohama, and the people underneath have no choice but to move.

On the condition that he does not join any organization and wanders outside Yokohama as a freelance writer, his wish must be fulfilled.

"As the person in charge of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, I approve of this pardon." Taneda Santou looked into Osamu Dazai's eyes, "As an individual, I would like to ask Mr. Tsushima, what is your future plan?"

What are you going to do with it after you have a power that no one else can reach in a lifetime?

Facing Taneda Santouka's extremely oppressive gaze, Osamu Dazai took Lingling's hand and applied a slight force, stepping steadily on the shore.

The sea breeze whizzed past, and the heavy clouds in the sky were slowly displaced by the wind.

As the sun turned from bright to dark, Dazai Osamu's face was hidden in the shadows, and Taneda Santoka's heart tightened with his gloomy iris pupils.

If, if Osamu Dazai wanted to do something terrible... he thought almost sadly, so what?Who will stop him?

Even if he is about to die in the next second, his believers are still willing to offer their heads.

A writer named Shuji Tsushima has such magical powers.

"Master?" Ling Ling took Dazai Osamu's hand, "Aren't we leaving?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head and smiled at her: "Let's go right away, it's all because the farming chief is too wordy."

The heavy clouds drifted, the warm sun returned to the world, and the stagnant atmosphere began to flow again.

"My next plan..." Osamu Dazai counted, "New book, rush draft, next new book... No, I'm not such a diligent person."

"Before the deadline arrives, it's better to go to travel to collect stories."

Above the blue sky, between the clouds, data flows like an ocean.The barriers of the world are looming, and countless colorful color blocks flicker like portraits on film.

The silver figures outline the porch of time and space, and the scenery behind the door is unpredictable.

Go forward, this journey has no end.

End of the full text.

The author has something to say: It's over!Thank you for your company along the way.

This journey has no end. In the story in the book, Zai and Lingling will go to more worlds to continue their magnificent and adventurous life.I also wish all the little angels can see more scenery in life and meet people who will accompany you to the future.

There are also two episodes, which are updated at 18 o'clock in the old time as usual.

The next book will be "A World where Only 5t5 is Persecuted", this hot man is so crazy that I must write it!Scroll for a collection~