On How To Teach Gravity To Diss A Blackhearted Boss

Dazai returned Sakura's gloves to me.

"Give it back to her next time you see her."

He said so.

……

I was stunned!

Still...is there any room for turning around?

I saw the tombstone on the beach in the night, and thought of Dazai's obsession with Oda, a close friend, and I really couldn't ask.

Now the key question is - I have come to entrust the solution to the problem.

The two people in front of me seem to understand, but I don't understand.

I didn't understand, neither of them opened their mouths to explain to me... The expressions on their faces became darker than the other, and they were more confident than the other, but they just didn't want to play with me.

Is this how you treat me as a client?

Flip the table!

It can't be because I didn't make an offer, can it?

But won't it be awkward for me to give them a few gems from the space now?

Of course I will... I whispered in my heart.

I feel like sitting on pins and needles in the gradually quiet air.

"President, let me take Miss Aoki down for a cup of coffee first."

Dazai opened his mouth.

Fukuzawa-san glanced at me and nodded.

I almost had tears in my eyes as I went downstairs.

Zai, you are such a good man.

I was so embarrassed just now.If it's just the two of you, it's okay to say, President Fukuzawa is here, I really don't dare to show my anger.Although I am not afraid of him anymore, I always feel that facing this strict "elder", I am naturally short of momentum.

I ordered a cup of hot cocoa, and I watched Dazai who was opposite me leisurely stir the coffee.

Ah, by the way, why is Mr. Fukuzawa here?

Maybe it's because I was involved in the Hong Kong|Black bombing incident in the past two days.It is estimated that the old green tea has made the whole world stare at me, the "Mrs. Central Plains".So Ranpo will have to ask Fukuzawa-san to make the decision to accept my troublesome commission.

Although I only wanted to entrust them to answer my question of "why I was abandoned by the world" at the beginning, at most I would find out the possibility of "whether it will happen in the future".But apparently Ranpo and Dazai found a solution after figuring out the "why", and prepared a one-stop service quite thoughtfully.

This is something I didn't expect in advance, so lucky!

……

…………

I understand why I was embarrassed just now.

Because I'm stupid.

I raised my head unrequitedly, and was facing Osamu Dazai who had been watching me with interest for an unknown amount of time.

He smiled and said, "What is Miss Aoki thinking?"

I paused: "Should I tell Mr. Fukuzawa just now about my grievances with Hong Kong | Black, and then analyze the pros and cons so that he is willing to accept my entrustment to help me solve the problem?"

I looked at Dazai.

He stirred his coffee and smiled, but didn't answer my question directly: "Mr. Ranpo is probably discussing with the president right now."

I:……

I was really stupid just now.I want Dazai to take me away, and I want Luanbu to convince the president for me.

Shame!

I wilted down.

Mr. Fukuzawa is a good man who is not pedantic.Such people may not be willing to accept "family members of Hong Kong|Black".

I sigh—

"Sure enough, people still have to be good people."

"When a good person is down, other good people will help. When a bad person is unlucky, more bad people will take advantage of it."

Dazai looked at me quietly upon hearing this, without saying a word...

Why did Dazai become a quiet handsome man today...?Just like the sad and beautiful boy I just met...and comfort my haggard heart.

Is this a necessary process for "getting acquainted with the prime minister"?

I actually think he is as warm and lovely as a kind dolphin today? !

But I don't think it's weird that he is so serious. Sure enough, I was trained by him to reflex...

"Mr. Dazai, can you tell me your speculation? About my disappearing 'past'."

Osamu Dazai thought for a while: "There are still a few details that need to be verified. Now... it's just speculation, and I'm not fully sure."

I'm a little discouraged.

Although I think his uncertainty means that he is already [-]% sure.But he doesn't know me well now, so it's okay to pay attention to details for the reputation of the detective agency.

"Miss Aoki doesn't seem to be as familiar with me as described. Are you looking at me separately from the person in your memory?"

I glanced at him carefully, nodded, and sipped hot cocoa.

"I feel... different. After losing the memory... it's that person, but it's not that person anymore. Memory is an important part of personality."

Fearing that this fragile guy would think I was cold, I tried my best to explain: "But the fate is still there, everyone can get to know each other again!"

"Although you are not the Dazai in my memory, I can get to know you again!"

Thinking of this, I regained my energy!

"Hello! My name is Aoki Akira. I'm 23 years old this year, uh... almost 24. I run a watch shop and I'm a watchmaker. I've been married to Nakahara Nakaya for almost a year."

I held his hand seriously and eagerly, as enthusiastic as leading a grassroots inspection.

Osamu Dazai smiled, and held my hand back with all his strength: "Osamu Dazai, a former member of Hong Kong | Black, is currently working for the Armed Detective Agency. He is 22 years old. Currently single."

"But! I'm looking for a suitable victim~"

Dazai also grabbed his other hand, and when he mentioned this topic, he immediately revived with full blood.

"Miss Aoki, if you think that little dwarf is no longer acceptable, why not consider dying in love with me!"

As if nothing had happened, I slapped the hand he suddenly grabbed: "Are you 22?"

"Yeah, it's a few months younger than the slug, and younger than Ms. Aoki~ Do you really not think about me?"

I suppressed the blue veins on my forehead, and repeated Oda's famous words in my heart——

Dazai was still a child.He is still a child.It's an ignorant child!

MD Bear was born out of habit by Oda.

Gou Dong dares to talk about my sister's age!Sure enough, he lost his memory and forgot the beating he had suffered!

"Speaking of... why would Ms. Aoki marry a slug?" Dazai looked disgusted, "What's so good about that kind of murderous villain, and he's so-so short!"

"??? What nonsense are you talking about? Have you forgotten your black and black resume?? In the past two years, you have washed your resume and worked for the government. Isn't it hard to do a job? If you wash it white, it's nothing like this Already? As expected of 'Too! Jae! First! Health!' Ah!"

I spelled out the last title according to the repeater Akutagawa-kun.

……

By the time a group of melon-eating people behind me were quietly pawing at the door and listening to the corner, he had already demoted me from head to toe. Brilliantly shone on his octopus-like claws and hammered a few fists.

Until I suddenly woke up and noticed that Dazai was unusually "weak, pitiful and helpless"... I pulled the alarm and looked around, looking for his romantic partner.

——Then he stared at Butei's melon-eaters in embarrassment.

Ranpo at the head walked over calmly and sat down next to Dazai.

"You're pretty good, you can even make weapons."

I:……

……

Even though I have seen it many times, I still want to ask: "Master, can this be calculated?"

This is not a beaver——!

Ah Dazai, don’t look at me like that, I didn’t lie to you, I’m really a watch seller...

Although the time to make a watch may be less than a quarter of the working time now_(:з」∠)_

I thought about it, and decided to defend myself: "I seem to have a little bit of mechanical talent, so I learned some watch repairing skills in Europe when I was a child. Later, I used the 'retrospective flow' of the ability to this aspect. , so they gradually made some famous tricks.”

"Later... I found out that I really have a talent for equipment, or maybe a talent for carpentry...? Anyway, I can make and repair all kinds of weird things. Somehow... I can't tell the difference between my main and my side jobs. "

"As for making weapons, I am helpless too! Yokohama is too nuclear. Everyone just wants to make guns! There is no market for handicrafts here... Before I came to Yokohama, I never imagined that I would see so many antiques in my lifetime gun……"

They also asked me not to destroy the original appearance when repairing, so I just practiced it.

Maybe he was a Luban in his previous life.

I reservedly suppressed the pride raised at the corner of my mouth.

Several pieces of furniture in my house and toys for the Oda family cubs were made by myself.

My wedding ring too!

……

…………

Damn my wedding ring! ! !

I got used to not wearing a ring at work, and then I remembered that my ring was still under the sofa in the old apartment.

"Amazing!"

Tanizaki Naomi exclaimed.

Before my wandering thoughts flew out of the window, I was dragged back to the world by this youthful sound.

"Ah...thank you for the compliment." I smiled and said to Naomi, "you can find me if you need it."

Naomi smiled.

"The president said that you can stay in the detective agency until you find a way to send you home." Edogawa Rampo was obviously not interested in our compliments, "You can live in the dormitory of the detective agency."

"send you home"? —I felt a little shaken, and realized that something didn't seem quite right.

I opened my mouth in a daze to ask, but Dazai answered in a timely manner: "As for Hong Kong | Black, you don't have to worry."

"Your physical fitness is not good, so it is unlikely that your abilities will not be leaked at all. Then only show the spatiality when needed, and hide the temporality."

"Afterwards, you can stay with our members all the time, and you will follow when you go out on missions. It won't be long before those Hong Kong|black enemies will think you are a newcomer to the detective agency."

"In this way, the rumors spread by Mori Ogai before are questionable in the eyes of other organizations. Miss Aoki understands?"

……

Yes.

Hong|Hei is in a hurry to find someone. Is he searching for Hong|Hei's family members as the rumors say, or is he hunting for a new powerful space-type superpower?

From the beginning of the night before yesterday, to the rumors of the so-called "Mrs. Central Plains" rampant yesterday morning...

The whole world is about to move around, but Hong|Hei has a delicate attitude.It looks like I just want to concentrate on finding someone, and I can't take care of you for the time being, and I will clean up later.

It is true that most of Hong Kong|Black fighters are on business trips now, but is Hong Kong|Black really so overwhelmed?Can I only compete with other organizations?Does it really have no spare energy to search while hindering others' footsteps?

But now it seems that this so-called "Mrs. Central Plains" is actually a newcomer to the Armed Detective Agency.

Is Hong Kong|The black robber failed?Or is it that she belonged to the detective agency from the beginning, but was hostile by Hong Kong |Then these organizations that have been played around...haven't they been used?

……

All the "reasonable situations" created by Mori Ogai before will be taken out and pondered repeatedly when these opponents meet the "Armed Detective Agency" head-on.

All "reasonable" seems to have loopholes under their suspicion; all "helpless" and "powerless" will become like a disguise in their eyes.

Coupled with Mori Ogai's glorious past experience of eating people without spit out bones, these "conspiracy theories" will have more market.

Adding in the armed mafia... Ah no, the armed detective agency is always tough and not easy to mess with...

Are these small organizations really going to be reckless and get involved in the struggle between Hong Kong | gangsters and armed detective agencies because of the so-called "Mrs. Central Plains" rumor?

Even if this rumor does have a modicum of truth.But...Since the armed detective agency is fighting Hong Kong|Black, why don't they just sit back and watch the tigers fight?Wouldn't it be nice to be a squirrel waiting to take advantage of the fire or do the finishing touches?

——As for the deep-seated fear of Hong Kong|Black and Butei...Since there are the above-mentioned high-sounding reasons for us to stop, then it is logical to conceal it tacitly.

***

This is really...

Thanks to the Armed Detective Agency for their sharp confrontation with Hong Kong|Black since the president broke up with Mori Ogai.

Fortunately, Mori Ogai has always been a scumbag.

I picked up the hot cocoa and finished it in one gulp. I ordered an order to the pretty clerk in a good mood: "Do you have curry rice?"

The pretty clerk was surprised, and smiled back at me: "Yes, I'll take your order."

Perhaps the detective agency has the habit of coming here for afternoon tea, and their curry is ready.The food was brought to me quickly.

"Is this young lady new to the detective agency?" She put down the tray and asked curiously.

I curled my fingers unnaturally, not knowing how to describe this relationship.

We should be in a commission relationship, but Ranpo said just now...

"Yes! Aoki is a newcomer to our detective agency, the investigator who joined today!"

Luanbu Kacha Kacha chewed on potato chips, lazily staring at the warm sunshine outside the window.

The half-closed emerald green eyes glowed with deep luster in the warm afternoon sun.

**

I was placed in the dormitory next to Yosano.

It's not a big room, but it's very clean.It happened to be the last empty dormitory in the detective agency.

I am a little embarrassed.

Let's rent a hotel outside when the turmoil in Hong Kong | Black is over.

……

Seriously, I think I'm going to smother the cloud again.

Ranpo's words sounded terrible to me—"until I find a way to send me home."

At that time, I was almost out of breath by the sudden surge of speculation in my heart, but fortunately Dazai interrupted me.

The surrounding area is quiet now, and the members of the detective agency are still working in the detective agency. Only I was worried that I was too tired these two days and returned to the dormitory to rest.

The lazy afternoon sun slanted in from the window and covered the coffee-colored desk in my room. There was a bouquet of daisies specially placed for me by Ms. Haruno on the bedside.Like competing with the bright sun outside the window, the bright yellow petals and orange stamens are bright and fragrant.

Lying on the small bed relaxedly, the mattress warmed by the sun that Akiko lent me kissed my cheek.Although my heart is at a loss at the moment, I feel a little relieved in this atmosphere, and I don't feel that the quiet afternoon will appear deserted.

Is it... Chuya?

I vaguely saw the hazy back in front of him wearing a flamboyant flying coat, but I couldn't see the specific details or facial features of him.

He ran past my eyes in a hurry, the corner of his coat brushed against my drooping fingers, it seemed a little cool.

I turned to the right and tried to call out to him, but lost his shadow in an instant.

Leaden gray clouds pressed low over the city, and the light rain pattered on the old cement-cast road.

The passing vehicles ran over the shallow puddles at speed, and the splashed water splashed high and vigorously, sprinkled on the steel fence on the roadside, and the water slipped down, leaving a little lump of dust and mud on the railing.

Soon, the dripping rain washed the clump apart again.

As the twilight deepened, the night and the darkness of the cloud mixed together, and the starless and moonless night was even colder and more terrifying with the more pouring rain.

The gunshots accompanied by terrified shouts shattered the depression of the night.

The fleeing vehicle was directly knocked over by the locomotive diagonally behind, rolled forward twice and crashed to a stop on the fence.

The smashed and deformed fence barely supported the vehicle from falling down the mountain road, but blood splattered from inside the car, staining the broken fence.Then, mixed with dense rainwater, it trickled along the shape of the fracture, and hit the grass blades below the side of the road, imprinting death on the organic dirt.

The sound of leather shoes clattering through puddles.

Under the direct light of the dazzling locomotive headlights, the owner of the leather shoes approached the almost unrecognizable dilapidated car unhurriedly.

The shadow gradually shrank from a large hazy area, and finally covered the outside of the driver's seat window firmly.

There was no movement inside the closed car windows, only the one-way glass with raindrops dripping tears, the silence reflected the indifferent expressions of the young people in the heavy rain.

The sudden gunshot broke the silence here!

……

Bean-sized raindrops fell on the bullet hovering in front of the young man, and were turned into light smoke by the high heat attached to the shell.

But the rain follows one after another.

Soon, the metal bullets also began to shed tears wrapped in crimson light.

pat!

The humiliating bullet crashed into a puddle and hid under the deformed vehicle chassis.

It is difficult to see the emotional color in the deep blue pupils under the rain curtain.

During the time when the silence returned after the gunshot, the people in the car were the first to howl uncontrollably.The mournful begging for mercy was accompanied by collapsed despair, which was quickly suppressed by the sound of rain and gradually disappeared into whimpers.

Desperation caused the people in the car to look into cobalt blue eyes through the window in a vacant state.

Unstoppable tears flowed down his face, and gradually became the same melody with the weeping window between the two.

The light from the headlights of the locomotive illuminated half of the face of the young man who looked up at the sky.

When a darker and more ominous red light appeared on his outstretched hand, the car body split open, and the light silently fell on the shivering guy who lost its cover.

——This is the last glimmer of light that this old man who died with regret saw in the world.

……

……

The locomotive shook slightly, and the young man leaning on the seat put his black-gloved hands on the handlebars, and his fingers smashed the dashboard with a soft "boom".The light beams of the headlights were also swayed silently by this shaking.

Indifference has turned into silent sorrow.

It fell under the drooping brim of the hat, and fell into the dark undergrowth with the sewage from the road.

I have lost where I came from, and I can't see my way back.

……

**

I opened my eyes in a daze.

The vague and unconscious consciousness is still lingering in the dream and refuses to wake up, but the inexplicable throbbing heart has violently expelled the dull tears from my eye sockets, and smashed them into the pillow through the gap between the temples.