On How To Teach Gravity To Diss A Blackhearted Boss

"Zhongye, the problem is a bit big."

I looked at him seriously: "It's safer for us to buy more sweets and delicious food to take back."

**

"So... why is Mr. Gojo here?"

I stared at this 1.9-meter handsome guy with drooping eyelids and asked.

"Eh? I thought Aoki would have guessed it... You already guessed it?" He occupied Atsushi Nakajima's seat, and looked at me with a smile while turning the chair.

"..."

"Did you... contact me yesterday?"

"Exactly!" He looked rather pleased.

Of course, because of my mistake, he found a Ranpo, and was described as "big trouble" by Ranpo...

It seems that the work is going well, can you not be happy...

"Why don't you ask this guy?" Gojo Satoru pulled the haggard Conan up by the neck.

And Conan let this guy do whatever he wanted with his empty eyes like a sea fish that had lost its vitality.

I:……

Because I want to discuss important matters with Ranpo, what is there to ask.

"So that's how it is... Then Aoki also knows that he is a boy from the Kudou family?"

?

"You guys know each other?" I looked at him and Conan, who looked autistic, strangely.

On the phone, he could still quarrel with Wujo Wu, but now he has turned into an eggplant beaten by Shuang.

"Hmm... The Gojo family has contacts with Mr. Yusaku Kudo, I've met him."

"Of course, my six eyes can see the abnormality of this guy right now!"

As he was speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and quickly took a small box of Butter Daifu from the chaotic table.And this table is full of snacks that Chuya and I just offered.

The blue-eyed cat stopped babbling its mouth, and opened its narrowed eyes.

——Even if he has endless sweets, the self-willed cat is not willing to give even a bite to this white-haired kind.

So I witnessed the wonderful whole process of the fight between the two cats.

…………

"Miss Aoki..." Conan squatted down next to me wearily, "I now know what Mr. Ranpo's motto means...Thank you for your advice."

Oh, I got it.

This poor child probably chose such an auspicious day to come to Yokohama.As a result, he was tortured first by Ranbu who was in a bad mood, and then tortured by Gojo Satoru who entangled him inexplicably.

I couldn't help but look at him with a bit of pity—it's a shame, young man.

……

"This guy..." Chuya's voice rang in my ears.

I turned my head to look at him, and found that he looked at Gojo Satoru with extremely unfriendly eyes.

Have they ever crossed paths?

Eh?some!

When I mistook Chuya for a curse spirit on the mountain that day, what did this guy Gojo say?

"Isn't he your husband?"—probably such a sentence?

Chu also knew what I was thinking, glanced at me and explained to me: "At that time, Dazai went to the High School of Magic in Tokyo. This guy told us two that you were on the mountain, and he didn't say anything else."

then……

Zhong Ye came to me happily, but was almost caught by me as a curse spirit...

Gojo Satoru did it on purpose, and Dazai Osamu may not be innocent.

Two dog things! ! !

"Qingmu!" Ranbu Maomao was tired from beating, shook his cape and sat back on his seat, "Get rid of this troublesome guy!"

Ranpo's eyes seem to say - otherwise Master Ranpo will get rid of you.

Although I don't think I can solve it, but...

Life is not easy.

I decided to be courteous before soldiers.

"Is there something wrong with Mr. Gojo? This is a detective agency in operation. Ranpo-sama is the most precious brain of the detective agency, and should be fully rested outside of working hours."

I smiled and spoke softly.

"Yes," the man said with a deadpan grin, "I want to entrust Detective Luanbu to find a way to uproot some old oranges~"

"..."

"Obviously Mr. Ranpo rejected your commission."

"So I'm waiting for him to change his mind." Gojo Satoru looked serious.

I:……

never mind.Rituals are not good.

"Chuya, can you beat him up?" I asked with a numb face and looked at Chuya here with an unhappy face.

Zhong also raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and seemed to be in a much brighter mood.

Wujo Wu heard the words, turned his head and looked at Nakaya through a pair of blindfolds.The moist lips were slightly hooked, and it looked like a smile was not a smile.

"Another...Huangba vomit?"

"interesting."

"However," Gojo Satoru straightened his waist, stroked his snow-white hair with his slender fingers, "I'm the strongest!"

I:"……"

"The strongest? So, do you dare to fight gravity?" Chu also took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on slowly, loosening the collar of his coat with his hands.

……

let's hit.

I looked sympathetically at Gojo Satoru, who was staring at Nakiya and thinking about something.

I don't like to talk about bullying and tyranny, you kid can dance like a thunderbolt.

…………

With the sound of ping-ping-cha-cha coming in from outside the window, Conan reacted as if he suddenly woke up.

He glanced at me in disbelief, and then looked around at the people in the detective agency.

——In the end, everyone should do what they want, and no one cares about this sudden appointment.

Yu Xie Ye, who happened to come out of the infirmary, happily stood by the window with a glass of red wine, wondering if he wanted to be a judge for this passionate battle.

Mr. Kunikida even heaved a sigh of relief, and the sound of typing on the keyboard became much more cheerful.

"It's finally quiet! It was only last night... the plans for these two days can't be destroyed again!"

Conan digested everything he saw with a stiff face, ran to the window with his short legs and poked his head out, watching the two people who were fighting fiercely outside for a while.

When the two martial arts masters fought, it was really a scene of flying sand, stones, sun and moon.If it wasn't for intentional restraint, I'm afraid this street could be demolished by both of them.

Pedestrians and vehicles on the road had been cleverly watching the direction of the wind and disappeared long before the two of them were ready to make a move, and even the few black suits wandering around turned back when they came here.

The entire street was so empty that the electric poles and street lamps had to tremble at their abrupt presence.

……

"You...why did you let them fight???" Conan turned his head to look at me like he was looking at some Loch Ness monster.

"Eh? Problems that can be solved by hands, why talk nonsense?" I said loudly with confidence!

Conan's eyelids drooped: ...

I looked towards the window, who seemed to be in a much better mood, and when he was only paying attention to the fight outside the window, I hit Conan's head hard, and whispered at him:

"Does Ranpo really want to hear me persuade Wujo Wu to leave?! Of course I want to see him get beaten up! If I really get Wujo Wu away, I will be punished by Ranpo! You stupid detective!"

"Hiss—" He grinned and held his head, looking at me suspiciously.He couldn't help turning his head to look at Luanbu, who was eating a snack—it seemed that he was in a much better mood?

His skeptical expression told me that since he came to this armed detective agency, he seemed to have become an out of place fool.

And I stared at this little guy who didn't understand other people's thoughts at all, and I felt lucky that I met Ranpo instead of Kudo Shinichi in Yokohama that year_(:з」∠)_

"Here." Ranbu handed me my phone back.

Looks like this is closed!

I happily took the phone.

"Yesterday, when you sent Lord Ranpo home, it fell together. I should have crushed it on the table."

"I want this next time!" Luanbu pointed to a gaudy gift boxed snack on the table.

I:"……"

The absolute Ranpo number one Kunikida second in the detective agency who likes my abilities the most.

After Conan convinced himself that the two people who were fighting on the street outside did not exist, he finally regained his vitality and went to Ranpo who was in a good mood at the moment.

Seeing him trying his best to persuade Ranbu to cooperate, I sighed in my heart—the light of righteousness!

Then I ran out enthusiastically to watch us fight.

……

The abundant red light in Chuya's body was as dazzling as the setting sun in the west at this moment.Large pieces of cement that he touched floated in mid-air, and the continuous red light was like the brilliant sunset at this moment.

In contrast, the conjurer's tricks are much more low-key - at least there is no such conspicuous light and shadow as supernatural powers.

But Gojo Satoru... is flying around in the air, and he seems to have flash skills, and he is not low-key when he moves his hands, hey!

……

I stood at the base of the wall and watched quietly as they demolished the street, because they didn't want to eat ashes and put space walls around them.Thinking about what Luanbu wanted to do by himself.

His character is self-centered, but because of Mr. Fukuzawa's discipline, he is not so indifferent most of the time.

If it was just to vent his anger, when he gave me back the phone, he should have said to me something like "keep the outside guys away from the detective agency".

— but he just avoided talking about it.

Isn't silence the same as connivance...

I let out a long sigh, thinking that this question was so difficult.

According to the eye-catching play of the two of them, although the police dare not come, it is time for the military and police to show up after a while.

Who was it calling?

I thought hard, and vaguely felt that I seemed to have missed something.But at the same time, I also vaguely wondered if I was thinking too much, after all, I would be overly cautious when I was anxious.

……

It is too inefficient to be entangled in two thoughts.

When I stared at Gojo Satoru who was taking off his blindfold and seemed to realize something, the overwhelming dust suddenly slapped me head-on and face.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

The trachea and mouth were caught off guard by dust and sand particles. I almost suffocated and my face flushed immediately after coughing.Tears also rolled down from the red eyes.

My squinted eyes were still sore and full of tears after the expulsion of the foreign body, but I just slapped my chest violently, not daring to rub my eyes with dusty hands at all.

It seemed to be Osamu Dazai in front of him, but he couldn't tell which one it was.

It was rare for him to stand in front of me a little helplessly, and he stood there dumbfounded because he realized that he had done something wrong.

It seems that it should be Mr. Dazai of this world.

"Osamu Dazai!!!"

Chuya's angry roar came from far and near, and it was close to my ears almost instantly.

Oops, he was really angry, Osamu Dazai would definitely not survive him.

"Chuya... cough, cough..." I stretched out my hand and grabbed it in the direction of the voice.

He abruptly stopped the fist that was attacking vigorously in his rage, and turned to hold my hand.

Because of the fight just now, the hot temperature between his fingers can make my hand shrink slightly even through the gloves.

"Is there any water? Let's flush it with water." He asked me a little nervously.

I noticed that Chuya's ability attached to my body, and then the dust and stone chips attached to my body were scattered lightly on the ground.The pressure on the head and face disappeared immediately.

But this sense of crisis of being controlled by other people's abilities almost made my hair stand on end.I held his hand tightly, trying to resist the discomfort, and I was not relieved until the moment when the ability was lifted.

I took out a bottle of mineral water from the space, Nakaya immediately took it away and twisted off the cap.

After drinking a few sips of water, I felt much better.But I didn't expect that I immediately vomited out disgustingly when I stood up...

……

After a period of turmoil, I slumped in Zhongye's sweaty arms with limp hands and feet, and I sighed with red eyes: "It's too bad... Zhongye, those capitalists who deduct the wages of coal miners are too abominable."

I can't imagine how much people with pneumoconiosis struggle to live every day. I just feel that breathing is painful to death just because such a layer of dust, which is not very thick, hits the respiratory tract...

"..." Zhong also listened to my weak baba as my thoughts diverged speechlessly, and helped me rub my temples that were protruding due to vomiting.

"Feel sorry."

Osamu Dazai stared at me with his kite eyes, with a very serious attitude.

But he has two big dark circles under his eyes, and his mental state looks very depressed...

"It's okay," I tried to save his emotions, "It's because I encircled the space too much. Disqualification in the world is triggered passively! You didn't do it on purpose. Don't care, don't care!"

"Consultant Aoki is really understanding." Gojo Goto looked at me from the sofa of the detective agency, and kept changing positions with his two long legs that had no place to rest.

I glanced at him wearily: "Thank you for the compliment, but..."

"But Mr. Gojo, please come back if you have nothing to do. If you have something to do, please choose another day to visit. The detective agency is closed today."

Osamu Dazai's voice came from the door of the detective agency following the opening of the door.

It's Dazai.

Um?Why is he so haggard?

I looked at his dark circles with the same style as Osamu Dazai here, and I muttered in my heart.

I usually fish every day during the day, so it doesn’t mean that I worked overtime last night but worked diligently today, right?

No… the two of them clearly had work to do after we left last night.

I looked at Osamu Dazai, who was standing quietly at the moment, and my eyes became more loving.

How pitiful... Mr. Dazai!

**

"Dazai, why did you go last night?" After restoring the original appearance of the street as much as possible, I led Chuya along the way.

I know they must be off to bake puff pastry, but I want to breathe some high-rise air too!

"I won't tell you~" Dazai glanced at me triumphantly.

"..."

snort!

"Because if I tell you, you will do something unexpected." Dazai looked at me resentfully while clutching his chest, "every time, the abnormal heartbeat reminds me of the tragic fact that I am still living in this world ah……"

I:……

There was even a little bit of convincing me.

After all, changing the script is really fun (/ω＼)

……

"Is this a bar? It seems to be doing something?"

Dazai asked me to invite them to this high-end bar on the grounds that he wanted to discuss the next arrangement with Osamu Dazai.

For the sake of the dark circles under their eyes, Zhong and I didn't see through his blatant little thoughts, and didn't object to having this drink.

"Interesting! At the long table, you can use the wine in the store to make your own drinks!"

This event really drove me crazy!

I turned my head to look at Chuya, and my excited eyes showed him madly!

Zhong Ye sighed, pressed his hat and said: "Go, but don't drink it directly after mixing it, and bring it to me when you've had enough fun."

I cheered and ran away.

**

Osamu Dazai, who had been staring at the door in silence, suddenly noticed something and turned his head to look at [Osamu Dazai].

[Osamu Dazai] received the gaze, and glanced out.

Then he showed an excited smile.

When he looked back at the ignorant [Nakahara Chuya], he had already recovered his previous loose expression.

"Let's go to the private room~ don't drink with slimy slugs!"

"Go away." [Nakahara Chuya] glanced at [Dazai Osamu] coldly, and sat alone in front of the nearest high platform.

……

Half a minute later, he and Nakahara Nakaya, who was about to step into the store, looked at each other.

There is also a foot in the Central Plains outside the store, which is also frozen in place, and I feel that I am in a dilemma.

——Should I enter...or not...?