How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

The young man's gaze stayed on a certain place on his cheek for too long, which made Yu Gongcui feel a little itchy.

He suppressed the desire to avoid, and asked hesitantly, "I...have I been too harsh on you in the past?"

Osamu Dazai was startled, his eyes widened slightly, as if he wanted to deny it, but then changed his mind.

The leader of Hong Kong/Heilongjiang leaned on the armchair and sighed, looking like a subordinate who broke my heart with rebellion, and he almost choked twice artificially.

"After all, it was the dark dwarf who led you in. What etiquette does the hat stand know? But Yugong, you finally found out with your conscience that it is wrong to persecute me as a leader. It is worth celebrating."

He half covered his face, peeking at the secretary's expression through his fingers.

"Then, the future work will be—"

Yu Gongcui, who was gradually indifferent in her heart, took the first step: "I understand, I will not seize the stage where you show your talents! I will be in charge of daily life, and you can devote yourself to the construction of Hong Kong/Black!"

Although he was merciless in his words, when the lower-level department sent the documents to be processed today, Amamiya Tsui took the place of Osamu Dazai and drove him aside to take a rest.

Staying up late is not common, and the basic work and rest should be as healthy as possible.Osamu Dazai, who was asked to sleep quickly, was lying on the couch in the corner, staring at the clouds drifting by outside the window, shaking his feet while humming a song with a strange tune in boredom.

The documents placed on the desktop have been processed once a week, and the same homework is done a second time, which naturally seems to be very familiar.Yu Gongcui gave instructions one by one at an astonishing speed, and placed the parts she had seen on the right hand side. When the transaction came to an end, the humming sound from the sofa had stopped for a long time, and the person seemed to have fallen asleep.

Yu Gongcui took a piece of candy from the drawer and put it in his mouth to supplement the consumed brainpower.

He didn't stand up and leave in a hurry, but took out his mobile phone from his arms and turned off the recording software that had been running so far.There were many people with similar voices, and this alone seemed not enough evidence. After a little hesitation, his eyes drifted, and he dawdled... turned on the camera.

Bypassing the high pile of documents, Amamiya Cui stepped on the thick carpet like a black cat, and walked a little closer to her boss.

The face under the bandage looked a little haggard upon closer inspection, and the normally irritating look seemed calm and obedient, with a sense of fragility that could break at the touch of a finger.

The slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly with the breath, and Yu Gongcui looked at it for a while, thinking that this guy should be asleep.

So he raised his mobile phone and hastily focused on it. With the floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the panoramic view of Yokohama as the background, he took a full-body photo of Osamu Dazai with a clear face.

The finished product is not satisfactory, making people feel in a trance that the young man in the photo has passed away with a smile on his face, and is placed in a crystal coffin for people to look up to.

Yu Gongcui looked at this overly visual photo, comforting herself as long as she could tell who it was, and put the phone in her pocket casually.Although his photography skills were not good enough, it didn't stop him from complaining in a low voice to the culprit lying in front of him.

"Troublemaker."

He walked towards the door, paused when he was about to put his hand on the doorknob, turned back to the coat rack in the corner, took off Osamu Dazai's windbreaker, and gently covered the young man on the sofa.

Feeling that what should be done has been done, this is the only way to leave contentedly.

And after the creaking sound of the double doors being pushed open and then closed again, after waiting for a few minutes to confirm that there was no movement and that the secretary had indeed left, the "sleeping" Osamu Dazai slowly opened his eyes and supported the sofa under him sat up.

The windbreaker slipped down to his knees, and he subconsciously raised his hand to caress it, his scattered eyes cast somewhere in the air without focus.

...Why, take a picture of him?

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Yu Gongcui, who had completed the evidence collection task, was in a brisk mood, and took Dun, who was still a little sluggish, to stroll outside for a whole day, trying to relax his mood and temporarily put the nightmare in his mind behind him.

Although the effect is weak, in the short term, there is only so much he can do for Dun.

As night fell, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening. Amamiya Tsui had to send the somewhat panicked Atsushi Nakajima back to the port mafia alone, and came to Lupin by the tail of the devil.

The bar was still empty, and the orange lights illuminated the full cabinet of wine.He didn't stay long, and then pushed open the wooden door again and left the alley. The first thing he did was not to go to Dazai Osamu (A World) to hand in the task, but to buy a mobile phone with a matching phone card in the specialty store.

Otherwise, using the mobile phone that is often used for work in World B to contact people with the same name but different identities in this world always feels a bit of a strange sense of dislocation.

He hailed a taxi and came to the small building of the Armed Detective Agency, walked to the fourth floor familiarly, and knocked on the familiar wooden door.

Originally, I was wondering whether there were still people at this time, but the voice of "Please come in!" from inside dispelled the worry, and Yu Gongcui said "Excuse me", pushed open the half-hidden door and left go in.

Several desks were empty, but Kunikida Doppo was still there, and he was the one who answered just now.

The man recognized Yu Gongcui who appeared at the door, and his attitude was obviously much more relaxed. He stood up and greeted the visitor with a pleasant face: "It's you."

Amamiya Tsui nodded with a smile, and put the envelope containing the cash on his desk to repay Kunikida's support when he was in distress a few days ago.

Apart from sincere thanks, he also mentioned another purpose of this trip: "Excuse me, where is Mr. Dazai?"

Although he was quite puzzled about when this kid met that bastard Dazai, Kunikida Doppo still called his wandering partner and informed him in a vicious voice that someone was looking for him and would wait for him in the coffee shop downstairs.

During the interval between the former's phone calls, Amamiya Cui was also looking at the layout of the famous armed detective agency.

The side door leads to the president's room and the clerk's room, and the room he and Kunikida Dopō are in right now has exactly seven sets of tables and chairs, no more, no less.

He had thought that there would be more employees here after Atsushi and Osamu Dazai switched jobs one after another.It seems that World A is not blindly biased towards the Armed Detective Agency, and some of the remaining members of World B seem to have withdrawn here.

He didn't open his mouth to ask about the list of Kunikida Armed Detective Agency's personnel. This is something that will definitely be mentioned in the information to be purchased, and he has already troubled this person too much.

After Kunikida hung up the phone, Amamiya Sui thanked him again, and then went to the coffee shop downstairs to wait for Osamu Dazai who had returned from fishing.

Before going out, Kunikida Doppo, who was hesitant in every possible way, couldn't help but stop him at the last second.

"This," he held up the envelope in his hand, "actually, there is no need to return it so soon. Is it really unnecessary?"

Yu Gongcui, who stopped and stood still, nodded and said something sincerely.

"It's a lucky thing to meet you. I believe it must be the same for Dazai-san and Atsu-kun."

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While waiting for Dazai Osamu who came back from fishing, Amamiya Sui obtained relevant news about A World Yokohama from the intelligence dealers he contacted, and couldn't wait to read it.

Sure enough, both Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Oda Sakunosuke, who originally belonged to the Armed Detective Agency in World B, disappeared. The former joined the port mafia, and it seemed that he was destined to stand on the opposite side of Atsushi Nakajima; while the latter was more Subtle - Yu Gongcui searched all the information, but couldn't find any information about this person.

But how can a person with that kind of talent be dropped by butterflies without a sound?

However, this person has nothing to do with his plan, so Yu Gongcui chose to put this question aside for the time being when he was puzzled, and re-examined the visitor with a happy smile in front of him.

Osamu Dazai, a former executive who defected from the Port Mafia a few years ago, is now a member of the Armed Detective Agency.

The latter leaned lazily on the sofa, stretched out his long legs and dangled back and forth, and asked with a look like he couldn't grasp the point at all: "Hey, are you not working as a waiter here now?"

"At that time, I just wanted to find a way to inquire about the news. Now that I have contacted you, naturally I don't need it." Yu Gongcui paused, and added the most important point, "My free time is not fixed, although it is a pity , but I can only live up to the good intentions of the store manager.”

The young man dragged his chin and looked at him, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Aren't you too serious? It's like facing a boss who can eat people in the company!"

Yu Gongcui looked at him and didn't speak.

He gradually came to his senses, his face suddenly collapsed, and he muttered and complained: "Really, I accidentally scolded myself. Parallel worlds are really troublesome things... But since you contact me, Does it mean that you have obtained evidence that you think is convincing?"

Before pushing the phone over, Yu Gongcui coughed lightly and asked questions eagerly.

"Well, Dazai-san, is there anything you like?"

The latter took the phone, and cast a weird look at it.

The inexplicably embarrassed Yu Gongcui didn't know whether to explain or not, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was nothing to explain, so she could only bite the bullet and add: "Anything is fine—except crab meat rice, I already know that."

Osamu Dazai was looking at that kind of photo, scanning the zoomed-in details with all his attention, and chuckled lightly upon hearing this.

"It's not crab rice, it's crab. I like crab very much, but peeling the shell is too troublesome."

"anything else?"

"Good quality wine? Men generally don't hate this."

"Thanks, I've made a note. As for the annoying things—?"

"Does a slug without a brain count?"

"...Please don't make fun of the Central Plains cadres anymore, and you don't hate him at all."

Dazai Osamu had already turned on the recording, and Amamiya Tsui stopped talking.The atmosphere fell into a momentary silence, save for the sound of the port mafia boss on the other side of the world complaining about the dwarf hat rack.

When the audio finally ended, Yu Gongcui took a sip of the cold coffee and waited for the young man who tapped his fingertips on the table thoughtfully to speak and make a judgment on the two pieces of evidence.

But for some reason, he seemed a little absent-minded.

"It seems that in your story, there are many people with different identities."

After a long time, Osamu Dazai asked slowly, his voice was particularly low for some reason, "Perhaps, the dead in this world are still alive and well there?"

"That's also possible." Yu Gongcui nodded in agreement, "Who are you talking about? Maybe I know him."

After a longer silence, the original sloppy smile faded from the young man's face little by little, like a plain porcelain embryo that has not yet been covered with patterns, blank, with undisguised confusion.

"It's a man who has adopted many children, and his ability can predict the short future."

But close.He sneered softly at whom he didn't know, "Ha, I know you said that to win my trust... I'm too stupid to be honest. Anyway, you will definitely say you know, right?"

Yu Gongcui stared at those beautiful iris eyes, and there was a certain look in them that he had never seen before, which made his heart twitch a little.

The voice of the reply was a little hoarse.

"Unfortunately, I do know something. ——Sakunosuke Oda, who belongs to the Armed Detective Agency, doesn't he?"