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

When I woke up, the sun outside the window was slanting to the west, and the sunlight projected in was a clear and warm color.

Yu Gongcui subconsciously covered her eyes with the back of her hand, sat up with her drowsy head, and waited until she was a little awake, and wanted to take out her mobile phone to check the time.

Unexpectedly, his hand reached into his pocket, but found nothing.

He looked down at the coat that he had abandoned on the shore before, and he gave a soft "ah" belatedly.

Osamu Dazai, who was leisurely shaking his pen behind the desk, looked over: "What's wrong?"

"The phone seems to be lost."

Yu Gongcui told the truth, thought for a while, and added, "But it doesn't matter, there is nothing important in it."

Osamu Dazai buried his head indifferently, and the pen tip rubbed against the document to make a soft rustling sound.

"Just change to another one, and I'll reimburse you. It's already afternoon, is Yu Gongcui going to stare at me here next?"

He walked over, lowered his head and picked up a document that Osamu Dazai had instructed to look through, then put it aside in a heartfelt convincing manner, and praised the other party sincerely.

"If you work hard, you can do well in anything."

Before the young man could respond to the sudden praise, Yu Gongcui reached out and took the pen in his hand, closed the lid, and inserted it into the pen holder at the corner of the table.

"Let's go eat crab meat rice together, my treat."

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Yu Gongcui doesn't have a particular fondness for seafood, but she doesn't dislike it either.

However, watching the fellow diners pour a little amber soy sauce on the snow-white crab meat, then serve it with a dark porcelain spoon painted with plum blossoms, and send it to the mouth together with the fragrant rice with distinct grains. , narrowed his eyes involuntarily, and a rare expression of satisfaction and enjoyment appeared on his face——

This has more meaning than the food itself.

After lunch, Amamiya Cui bid farewell to Osamu Dazai at the entrance of the hotel with the reason of "buying a new mobile phone as soon as possible so as not to delay work", and sent the latter to the taxi back home.

He watched the car disappear at the end of the road, took a deep breath, and walked in the opposite direction.

Not only to obtain bargaining chips to trade with Dazai Osamu of World A, but more importantly, to satisfy his own curiosity - he couldn't wait to know what kind of person Oda Sakunosuke of the Armed Detective Agency is.

Osamu Dazai deliberately concealed the news of Akutagawa's joining the detective agency from him, but since he knew this in the first episode, those invisible barriers that blinded his eyes and ears were useless.

The Armed Detective Agency does not hide the addition of newcomers, as long as they are willing to inquire, they can find out.It was already a week ago that the young man named "Akutagawa Ryunosuke" passed the entrance examination and became a full member.

Yu Gongcui came to the small red brick building at the corner of the street with ease, and said hello to the old store manager who didn't know her at the coffee shop on the first floor.After being dazed for a moment, the latter still nodded and smiled kindly in return.

He came to the fourth floor and knocked on the familiar wooden door.Kunikida's unique "please come in" sound came from the crack of the door, making people feel that this is a fantasy dream recalling the past few days.

But not so.

Yu Gongcui pushed open the door and stood quietly at the entrance.At the same time when the face was clearly seen, the originally bustling room suddenly fell silent as if ice water was suddenly poured on it, and it seemed dignified and uneasy due to the unexpected visit of the secretary of the head of Hong Kong/Black.

Compared with the armed detective agency in World A, there are fewer familiar faces and more strangers.

He didn't care about the expected cold reception, and his eyes wandered around the room.After sweeping across the faces of the crowd, it finally stopped at a young man in a long black trench coat with a fierce face.

Two strands of black hair hung from the latter's temples, the color became lighter as it got closer to the end, and finally faded to a conspicuous white.

When Yugong Cui looked at him, the young man's suspicious eyes also fell on Yu Gongcui.As the uninvited guest tilted his head slightly, with a playful smile on his lips, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who gradually merged his face with the best friend in his memory, couldn't hold back anymore, and stood up with a bang.

"Amiya?!"

Also recalling the time spent together in the slums, Yu Gongcui watched the young man in black who was hurriedly striding forward, and the smile on his face became softer.

"Long time no see, Akutagawa."

When he was half a step away from him, his childhood partner hurriedly stopped belatedly, his face was flushed with excitement, but because he was not good at expressing his feelings, his arms were hanging stiffly by his side, and his clenched fists were not tight. Consciously trembling slightly.

"All these years, I have been—no, since you are safe and sound, I don't need to mention those things. All the things that happened back then should be attributed to my being too weak. How about it?"

how have you been?

It may seem like a blink of an eye, but if you really want to go into details, it's really a very, very long story.

"It's a long story." Yu Gongcui sighed, and gestured to the half-closed door, "I saw a cafe downstairs when I came here, do you want to chat for a while?"

Seeing that the two people, who were supposed to be irrelevant, hit it off, and walked out the door side by side, Miyazawa Kenji, who was on the side, widened his eyes and finally couldn't help crying out.

"——What the hell is going on?!!"

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With Amamiya Tsui's generous consent, the reunion of the two friends turned into a collective gathering of the detective agency, which made Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who had fierce eyes that could scare children into tears, extremely upset, and almost gritted his teeth. Stare out a hole in the back of the opposite chair.

"What's the matter?" Amamiya Cui comforted him with a smile, "I also want to meet Akutagawa's colleagues. Besides, there are not many opportunities to get along together in the future, right?"

The lop-eared rabbit let out a muffled snort, and somehow his face softened.

Oda Sakunosuke, who picked up Ryunosuke Akutagawa into the Armed Detective Agency and also worked with the former, ordered the red super spicy curry rice as usual, scooped up a spoonful of side dishes that looked bad in color, and put his expression on calmly. into the mouth.

Yu Gongcui on the opposite side: ... is a ruthless person.

Edogawa Ranpo, who was stirring the sweet milk, nodded his head in a serious manner, squinted his emerald green eyes, looked at Amemiya Tsui from behind the black-rimmed glasses, and issued a confident detective declaration.

"So that's the case, Lord Ranpo has fully understood!"

"About three years ago, the leader of the port mafia went to the slums and took you away in front of Akutagawa, which created his obsession." I didn't expect Akutagawa's missing best friend to be the secretary of the leader of Hong Kong/Black, It's amazing' - did you think I'd say that? You'd be wrong!"

He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, as if he had discovered something novel, he stared at Yu Gongcui who was sitting upright without blinking.

"Master Ranbu smells a secret! Although some joints are hard to see for some reason, but the logic is smooth, and the conclusion must be correct!!—I see, that's the way, I can see through even this, I really deserve it Master Detective!"

Edogawa Ranpo's beautiful clear green eyes like marbles flashed an undisguised smile, but he kept silent on the important part of the conclusion. He just took off his glasses and put them back in his pocket, and drank happily. milk.

The surrounding detective agency members seemed to have gotten used to it, and did not comment on the willful words of the detective.Yu Gongcui couldn't help being a little frightened, but she couldn't hide her curiosity, so she asked tentatively, "Aren't you going to continue? What did you see clearly from me?"

The squinting young old god took a sip of milk on the ground, with a white beard around his lips.

"Master Ranbu wouldn't say it, obviously it's something so conspicuous that you can tell it at a glance... But, you," he said a little more seriously, and opened his eyes that were originally squinted under the delicious milk , showing awe-inspiring light, "Friendship can't be forced, and the burden of compassion is very heavy. Are you really ready?"

Shocked by the other party's ability to directly point to the essence of things, Amamiya Tsui held up the coffee cup in front of her in a concealed manner.He obviously wanted to follow the etiquette and calmly perfunctory, but what he finally said was different from what he imagined.

"……I have no idea."

"Ok?"

"When I came back, I thought I had made up my mind, but when things came to an end, I found that there was no way to start. It's reasonable to feel confused." He smiled wryly, "I can only take one step at a time."

Before the eyes of the surrounding detective agency members became more puzzled, Amamiya Sui stopped the conversation in time and sent a sincere request to Edogawa Ranpo.

"Can I trouble you to keep it a secret for me?"

The latter glanced at him sympathetically, and nodded cheerfully,

"Of course, Ranpo-sama is a famous detective with professional ethics, and he won't tell others your secret casually!"

After thanking her with a smile, the relieved Amamiya Cui diverted her attention, and finally began to exchange her knowledge of the past few years with Akutagawa, who was full of displeasure because of being neglected.

Oda Sakunosuke and his colleagues listened quietly, and from time to time put a mouthful of curry rice in their mouths, feeling silently feeling young.

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When Osamu Dazai returned to the office, the supervisor of the technical department had already been waiting at the door for a long time with the cracked mobile phone in his hand. Seeing him finally come back, he hurriedly presented the things respectfully, and then bowed and left.

He flipped through it briefly, raised his eyebrows when he saw the empty photo album, and immediately lost interest in the electronic equipment in his hand.

He called out to the technical supervisor who hadn't gone far, and shook the phone at him: "Can the contents inside be recovered?"

The other party wiped off a cold sweat, and replied cautiously: "It depends on whether the deletion is thorough. If it has been overwritten by other files, then I'm afraid..."

Osamu Dazai rested his chin lazily, trying to figure out Amamiya Tsui's way of thinking.Since you don't want people to see it, you will naturally clean it up without leaving any traces.

But at the end of the day, what difference does it make if the photo is there or not?He just knew he took the photo.

So he waved away his obedient subordinate, and by the way, threw the phone over, asking him to find a place to dispose of it.

It's obviously just a trivial matter, and I shouldn't have bothered so much. If I really care about it, it's okay to ask the secretary directly.But for some reason, when he thought of the low phrase "troublemaker" and the windbreaker that fell on him afterwards, there was always a strange feeling in his heart, which made him want to explore with great interest.

Why, why exactly?

Doesn't the communication between us stop at the superiors and subordinates who have an awkward and indifferent relationship?

Refusing to think about the overly common sycophantic behavior of "just trying to please me", Osamu Dazai, who finished processing the documents, lay on the armchair and stared quietly at the empty ceiling.

After a while, he called the sentry at the door.

"Has Yu Gongcui come back?... Oh, that's it. No, there's no need to rush, just call me when he arrives at the door."

After hanging up the phone, Osamu Dazai stood up from the chair and stretched vigorously. The emotion in his chest was as different as that of a brat about to go to an amusement park.

It's been a long time since I've done anything with such anticipation.he thinks.

Let me see what little secret the leader's secretary is hiding in the room! !