Bungo Playing Game

(Hey, can this have nothing to do with me?)

Lianjian was secretly sad in her heart, but on the surface she still looked calm and breezy.The young man in beret with light blond hair and short hair sitting opposite him moved slightly with his fingers holding the handle of the cup.

His heart may also tremble slightly.

The world is going downhill, and people's hearts are immortal.

Under the urging of courage, a young man with glasses who recognized "Ayatsuji pedestrian" came over and wanted to sign.It was not the right choice to let the other party stay here to increase the murder detective's high blood pressure. After signing the other party's name with a swipe of a pen, Hasumi asked them to sit somewhere else.

The wind commentator Ayatsuji Xingren no longer had the desire to drink coffee. He rolled the letter into a paper roll and stuffed it into his sleeve.There are many blind spots for the agents, but he can easily find dozens of them.

The handwritten letter of the former director-general affixed with the seal of Taneda Santou, the chief executive of the Secret Service, will allow the other party to have unimpeded access to the Secret Service.Within a few minutes, the agents who had previously been monitoring the detective were all making blank eye contact.Just now, the superior gave them an order that they no longer need to supervise Ayatsuji pedestrians.

why.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki looked at the order from her boss, Ango Sakaguchi, and felt extremely confused.She was originally a short-tempered person, so she really wanted to ask the other party for clarification.However, if Mr. Ango is still working at this time, he will definitely quarrel with the other party.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki decided to defer this question for a while.

Then, she saw that the novelist and Detective Ayatsuji were separated.

The other party left.

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Hasumi chose to eat and drink at the detective agency, but at the beginning, you also encountered the questioning "Osamu Dazai is yourself".But after Dazai mentioned the previous time, everyone immediately accepted it.

This weird level of acceptance is simply unimaginable.

Hasumi, who was curled up on the sofa with a teacup in his hand, also didn't know whether to be happy or bewildered by the people's puzzling acceptance.

Always, with the consent of the president, he has the qualifications for temporary residence.

Once settled down, it became inevitable to meet the clerks every day.I don't know why, it's obvious that she's afraid of staying with others, but at this moment Hasumi doesn't have much thought of running away.With other people, he tends to demean himself vigorously, making himself seem almost worthless.Up to now, the busy clerks have their own places to go, and only occasionally come to care about him.

It's not a bad feeling.

Hasumi remembered that he hadn't contacted Nagamine Naoxia for a while. The other party had called him twice before, but Hasumi replied roughly and then hung up.

I really don't know how she is now.

Because he really wanted to know the other party's current situation, after hesitating for a long time, Hasumi called Naixia.After a long busy ring that lasted almost a century, a young voice appeared on the other end of the phone.

"Ah, is it uncle?"

"Nanoxia, put on makeup!"

"I see!"

"Sorry, I'll call you next time."

The phone just hung up.

It is also taken for granted that I hung up on someone else's phone before, and now I am hung up by someone else.

Those who bear others must be blamed by othersJPG

Ren Jian's mind became sad.

"I'm going to eat hot pot today, does Mr. Tsushima have any taboos?"

Hasumi was lying on the sofa depressed, but was called out by a voice.

It is really strange that there are two "Mr. Dazai" in the detective agency, but Hasumi took the initiative to take a step back, so he became "Mr. Tsushima".

It's all him, so it doesn't matter.

The girl with long black hair stood at the door and asked Hasumi.

"Oh, that... I don't eat spicy food."

"Then it's just a mandarin duck pot, and my brother won't eat it." Naomi Tanizaki disappeared again.

Hasumi, who was too decadent to lie down after sitting up, simply got up.He didn't want to discuss those grand ideas with others, but he was eager to communicate with others.But communication will cause personal timidity, but the inexplicable courage will still urge him to act once if he does not act.

Really annoying.

Worry is really a great evil that dominates life.

"Lien Tsuji Pedestrian" was doing his own work non-stop, while "Lian Zaizhi" didn't even see the enemy.His daily life is to deal with all kinds of people, and then be rejected by different people.Occasionally someone likes him.But that may be under the blessing of ability...

How poor he is.

Neither staying here nor going out.

"I heard that Tsushima-kun is a writer, don't writers need to write articles?" Facing the idle Hasumi, a well-known handsome young man in the agency asked.

Hasumi felt as if her fragile heart had been stabbed.He didn't want to be so decadent, but he really couldn't write it.Even if you sprinkle some rice on the keyboard, chickens can at least write articles.Unlike him, who only feels sorry for himself and doesn't write a single word.

Having been ruled so late by the Dazai of this world, Hasumi was sweating with shame.

"A writer. It's probably like this." He probably agreed to this identity.When facing Dazai, Hasumi always seems to be in a tense state.Is there any kind-hearted person to rescue him, he really doesn't want to chat with the other party anymore.

The oppression of a man is not like a mountain, but like a leaded feather.

If Tan finds out, he will definitely be laughed at.I really hope that when he writes an article next time, he will not write about his embarrassment.It's too much, it makes people blush and heartbeat after watching it.

"I thought writers had to work on drafts at the desk every day." Dazai said with a smile.This kind of smile made Ren Jian even more ashamed, that kind of calm attitude, stop talking!

"I will write it when necessary..." Osamu Dazai also had the process of impromptu dictating the entire content to the editor who was urging the manuscript on the deadline day.

So isn't it necessary yet?

--how is this possible.

If he finished his work earlier, he could leave earlier, but Hasumi's limbs seemed to disappear from his body.The teacher Fei Yuzhen next door is a real good novelist. Not only does he submit manuscripts on time every week, but he also goes to PK or gank monsters that try to kill humans or destroy the world every now and then.

Fei Yuzhen, you are so powerful, please turn me into such a powerful novelist too.

Dazai rested his chin and looked at Hasumi, and he left quietly after the young man buried his head in his knees in shame.

In his bookshelf, there is a book that is quite old.It was a book with the same name as his power, and it was a book published under his name.

"Compared to the deceived person, the liar suffers dozens of times. It is because he is going to fall into hell."

"Dazai-kun, will you fall into hell?"

Osamu Dazai didn't know the answer either.Oda Saku once said that he should go to the bright side.Maybe it would be better if we went there.But after coming here, he is still deceiving others over and over again.Whether it's a white lie or a vicious lie, it's all a kind of lie.

The purpose is just to let one's own life grow in the gap.

And one thing that has always concerned him is whether the dead can come back to life.

The boss of the group came to Japan just to get the "book" and bring back his dead daughter.

Although it failed.

But "books" do exist.

Can "books" really do this?

This kind of thinking made the taste of canned crab meat dull.

……

Lianjian crawled.

He decided to wait until the evening to eat hot pot and come back.The place outside is so big, there is definitely room for him.The other one was busy with important things, Lianjian probably couldn't help him, so he could only eat in a safe place and wait to die.The other one is really amazing, and he is admirable in handling everything.Although his detective is not acting like a serious detective, but like a psychic detective, but it will be fine after completing the task!Detective or not, in fact, is not very important.

You can't go too far, or you will collide with the port.By the way, what happened to Atsushi and Akutagawa?What about Luna?It looked like he didn't know him at all.

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I wear high-necked clothes at all times. It’s okay in autumn and winter, but it’s over when the weather gets hot.Fortunately, the weather is still cold and cold.

"You really look like a weirdo." After Michizo Tachihara finished speaking, he wiped his nose.

When seeing this special human tiger, everyone's reaction was weird.As for Akutagawa... He wished he could kill someone with one operation.

But now there are two Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Sister Akutagawa only has one copy.

And now, Akutagawa Silver is staying with another "brother".

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Ryunosuke is a clumsy Ryunosuke. He is usually strong and smart, but when he is in front of his sister, he becomes an idiot.

Although the younger sister is not his younger sister...

Ryunosuke didn't expect that Xiaoyin here would dress up in such a middle school appearance, and it was obvious that on his side, he was a quiet and capable secretary-it was all the fault of the man in black.

Silver, who was too shy to take off his head and bandages, communicated with Ryunosuke blankly.She didn't know what to say, and Ryunosuke didn't know what to say, and finally managed to hold back the words, which didn't seem to make any sense.

The two people are basically in the wrong place.

Dun observed each other in the dark.As long as he wants to, basically no one can find him.

It felt completely different from Little Silver over there.

Where did Little Silver go?During their long search, the man "Gin Akutagawa" seemed to have completely disappeared.She left a farewell letter to her brother, and has since disappeared.

Presumably, the leader also left a plan specially customized for Xiaoyin.

Dun always trusted each other.

"Can't you figure it out for yourself?"

The words of Mr. Dazai of this world echoed in Atsushi's ears again.

He has worked very hard.

Right,... Dean?

Luna stared at her master quietly like a cat with round eyes.She felt empty in her heart, as if she had forgotten someone.Who was forgotten, she didn't know at all.When I asked the master, the other party listed all the names of the people he knew, and Luna didn't find anyone she didn't know.

So, who had she forgotten?