As we all know, winding zero is a human being

As Dazai Osamu's words flowed out of his eloquent mouth, the expression of Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi became extremely gloomy.

If it weren't for the shame of doing it yourself...or because of the still operating cameras in the store and on the street, the scene might not be as peaceful as it is now.

After listening to Dazai Osamu finished speaking, Zero bent down and got out from under his hand, and took a few steps straight back. He really didn't like the height suppression or something, but he lost a bit of momentum.

As soon as he changed his good temper, his face was full of anger: "Mr. Dazai, even if you are a senior of Atsushi, please respect yourself."

"Mr. Onimai Tsuji... Our store has already reached the closing time. If you have any dissatisfaction and complaint mailbox at the door, I will not accompany you."

The pace of staggering and escaping really smelled of unbearable harassment in the workplace. He turned off the electrical facilities in the store and walked out. Ling stood outside the glass door with a cold face and waited for the two people inside to come out consciously.

Osamu Dazai looked at the urging eyes he vaguely placed on himself, and the smile in his eyes became even more obvious.

From this point of view, this congressman named Gui Wu Tsuji has a big problem. The other party's ability to follow here shows that Dun Jun has exposed something... However, the other party's personal behavior is still somewhat problematic.

And what is his relationship with Zero-kun?If you do half of what you want to do, you just leave it alone...

Osamu Dazai can be sure that the opponent's previous target must be the armed detective agency located above the coffee shop.

So Mr. Zero, who doesn't know him very well, is doing this now because he is worried about his safety?If so, this Representative Onimai Tsuji might still be a dangerous person?

At least in Zero-kun's cognition, is it the kind of existence that will cause physical trauma to oneself?

"It seems that I came at the wrong time? Zero-kun, don't you be angry?" The consideration in the kite-colored eyes was hidden under the hippie smile, Dazai Osamu walked out first with relaxed steps, and he thoughtfully did not let the situation change more complicated.

And then slowly and gracefully, as if attending some kind of banquet, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi, who came out, obviously cleaned up his emotions during the short solitude.

At this time, he looked as if he was cold and distant on the TV screen, but after hearing the other party's reply, Ling knew that Wu Mi had no intention of giving up at all.

Another condescending stare, Zero really hated the height he had not grown because of malnutrition in his life.

"I'm really sorry today." It's hard to imagine that Onimai Tsuji would say such a thing, but he did say, "To express my apologies, I will come here often during these days in Yokohama."

Oh, what a novelty, this is the first time he has heard this way of expressing apology.

As a clerk, Zero really couldn't say no to it, he nodded indiscriminately, and followed behind Dazai Osamu while he was walking quite slowly with his long legs.

There was some distance away from the store, and Ling hesitated to say: "Mr. Dazai..."

"Enn, there are some things that don't need to be said, if Zero-kun wants to reciprocate, just make sure you don't spit into my coffee depending on your mood in the future?"

Zero was stunned for a moment, then thought of what Atsushi Nakajima said to him.

"Of course, I've never done anything like that."

Hearing his refreshing feeling, Dazai Osamu turned his head and looked back: "Did you agree so quickly?? It's a big loss. Sure enough, I should have invited Rei-kun to die in love together!"

"...This really won't work."

Under the cover of night, time seemed to speed up a little. There was indeed not much way for the two of them to finish their walk without talking for a few words. Dazai Osamu showed the appearance that a senior should have once, and sent Zero to the door. It's a pity that the other party's tone is really tight, and he is only willing to give such a big favor, but he is not even willing to tell half of the news about Guiwu Tsuji.

After sending Osamu Dazai off, Zero closed the door, staring at the things in the room that had been messed up when he went to work at noon, he felt extremely tired.

However, before he could think about what to do next, he heard the sound of the engine outside the window gradually approaching and then disappearing into the night.

Okay, Guiwu Tsuji's miserable life is really getting more and more judged, so how many years will he be sentenced for following a minor?

Life without a clue suddenly turned into a mess, and Ling suddenly found that he couldn't get motivated to do anything all of a sudden.

He fumbled for the light switch on the wall while listening to the Marseilles playing in the less soundproofed room next door.

The room was plunged into darkness and silence, and he slowly slid down along the wall and sat on the tatami.

Intentionally or not, what he was facing was the direction where the sound of the car engine was extinguished.

The ten years for me and the millennium for the other party have passed such a long time, so they should let each other go, right?

In the morning, he could write all he wanted to say in the happy letter without any psychological pressure, but he shouldn't be in the scope of consideration of pursuing meaningful and miserable.

I don't know which one came first, the scorching irritability or the drowsy drowsiness. In order to save some electricity bills, he rarely turned on the air conditioner. Anyway, the whole first half of the night on duty had already made him sweat profusely.

There was no dream all night until the sun rose three poles in the afternoon of the next day. When I opened my eyes, I found that it was still the ceiling of the staff dormitory of the coffee shop.

Has he been fooled by PUA? Why did Wu Mi not do anything, but he got lost first? !

So can you not leave this fatal multiple-choice question to him every time?

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If he becomes an irresistible accomplice, he can still relax a little bit.

At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, according to what he said, he often came, and Guiwu Tsuji Wumi was not absent.

After Ling yawned, the other party swayed in front of him without a sound, making him almost out of breath. Seeing Wu Mi's humble and polite smile as if all the unhappiness of last night did not exist, he could only nod with a straight face. hint.

"As usual, zero...jun."

You've only been here once and you can say it's the same old?This ghost really didn't regard himself as an outsider?

It seems that in the recent period of time, my order commission has been settled.

"Okay, Mr. Onimai Tsuji."

Taking Wu Mi to the previous booth and taking a seat, he glanced at the other party who had a briefcase with him this time.

So if you are not as leisurely as you seem and have a lot of things to do, you don't have to keep this promise.

Zero plans to change his job at the Vortex Cafe. Generally speaking, although the daily salary is not particularly high, it is better than going to work elsewhere. The job that is sometimes leisurely and sometimes busy is also very in line with his tonality.

After passing the coffee that was just hot enough to drink without any trouble, the phone rang in front of the counter.

He put down the tray and ran back quickly under the displeasure of the other party's gaze. He was also very grateful for the just-in-time takeout call: "Hello? This is the Vortex Cafe? May I ask you to—"

"...Is Rei-kun answering the phone? Let's do it now, and bring us the coffee later? It's the same as before, but today Ranpo-sama wants to replace the milk tea with coffee. I overslept during my lunch break and I'm so sleepy."

Although he understood the demand, Ling Le had to make the call for a while longer: "It's Mr. Edogawa Ranpo? How do you know..."

"How do you know it was you who answered the call? All of us come to the Whirlpool Cafe very often, and the only one who can't distinguish our voices is the new Rei-kun, right?"

"Also, it's too obvious to delay the time or something on the phone, why don't you hurry up and deliver Mr. Ranpo's coffee?"

"Okay, that's it, see you later."

"..."

Hearing the busy tone after hanging up the phone, Zero was also shocked.

If it is understandable to be able to identify who he is based on the things at the beginning, how did this Mr. Edogawa Ranpo deduce that he was delaying time? !

With this in mind, I changed the milk tea on the order to make a latte with double milk froth. After thinking about it, Zero poured maple syrup into it in awe.

Mr. Ranpo Edogawa, who can drink all sugar in milk tea, will definitely like such a small flavor.

He yelled towards the inner room that he was going to deliver food, and ran out without saying how far away he was, without looking back. According to Mr. Edogawa Ranpo, he was giving himself a reasonable opportunity to catch fish.

Forget it, or he should not investigate, everyone in the Armed Detective Agency is really a good person.

When I went out, there was a guest who looked like a social animal, but I don’t know why he looked superior to others. He just passed by him with two bags of drinks and didn’t touch him. The hem of the clothes was scrutinized impatiently.

However, Zero didn't notice this person at all. He could say he had seen all kinds of birds in the forest. For now, what was more important to him was the free and fresh air where no one was watching and the order in his hand.

Passing by through the window glass, Zero didn't notice that Wu Miang broke the pen he was holding in his hand and was about to sign.

Thick ink flowed on the document, soaking a large area of ​​the seemingly important thing.

"Mr. Onimai Tsuji! According to the schedule, you—"

"You are fired."

The impatient voice was low and hoarse, and Wu Mi, who never cared about other people's emotions after saying this sentence, picked up a tissue and slowly wiped off the ink stains on his hands. Wiping something else thick.

And when he finished raising his eyes, the guest who was clearly grim but forced to smile was still standing there.

He pleaded in a low voice and seemed to be reminding something: "You can't do this...at least I represent—"

"...before I repeat it a second time, out of my sight, away."

Maybe it was anger or maybe it wasn't. After Wu Mi said this sentence and looked at his secretary—or the former secretary—with cold eyes, the other party's face changed a series of changes. But in the end, he still left his sight in a dazed manner.

He never thinks about the consequences of doing things or that there is nothing that can catch his eyes. Seeing that the document in front of him is completely ruined and will not restore it by himself, he does not think much about it. Everything was purged from the meager memory it was given.

What Shinto, what port mafia.

Is that something important?