The vest cannot be collapsed

A rare snow day.

In the Armed Detective Agency, the air conditioners placed in the four corners of the room were turned on to the maximum. The warm air artificially created by modern technology made everyone in the room drowsy, and the whole office was filled with a decadent atmosphere.

Fine snowflakes hit the window frame, the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor was too great, and a thin layer of mist covered the window, bringing the outside world into a dreamlike haze.

In such a comfortable environment, everyone will fall asleep almost in a second.

At this moment, the door of the detective agency was suddenly pushed open.

The cold air rushed in through the wide open door, causing Haruki Yayama, who was seated not far from the door, to shiver.

"Close the door, close the door," Jushan Haruki felt a chill on the back of his neck, "Is the person who put the air conditioner into the office a human?"

"No." Osamu Dazai answered decisively, quickly escaped from his hand, and stuffed a snowball that had been around for an unknown amount of time into Haruki Jushan's neck.

Haruki Juyama:? ? ?

"Osamu Dazai, I will strangle you to death." While shaking off the snowball that Osamu Dazai got on his neck, he ran towards Osamu Dazai who was complacent, and the two of them quickly fought in the open space of the office.

"Excuse me—" Luanbu raised his hand lazily without raising his head, "Someone go and close the door."

For such a small speck of snow, the little snowball that Osamu Dazai stuffed into Haruki Iyama’s neck did not know how much snow along the road was collected before it came out. It almost melted when passing by the heated coffee shop all the way. It was clean, and hurriedly pushed open the door, apparently to take advantage of the last glimmer of winter twilight to stuff it into Haruki Jushan's collar.

And this was done just to let Haruki Yayama, who wasted the whole afternoon in the air-conditioned room, feel the bitter wind and snow outside.

The top ten good colleagues in Yokohama are none other than him.

But the problem is that these two people fight without closing the door?

Opening the door in an air-conditioned room on a cold day, is this something that humans can do? The two of them can do it by themselves, and they have to invite everyone from the detective agency to blow the cold air together.

Haruki Yoshiyama, who was still fighting, kicked the door shut.

The expected knocking sound of the wooden door closing did not appear, and the door that was about to close was pushed open again by a pair of hands.

"Mr. Dazai, I found out—" Atsushi Nakajima pushed open the door, "Uh..."

In front of him, Haruki Juyama and Osamu Dazai were fighting fiercely. Osamu Dazai, who had just returned from the outside, had magical attacks in his hands. It was extremely difficult to fight with hands that were only lower than the average body temperature of normal people.

But Nakajima Atsushi is a good boy who closes the door casually.

He closed the door silently, stood behind the door and began to think about how to bypass the two people who were fighting and get back to his position.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai, who was trying to stuff his sinful cold claws into Haruki's neck, stepped on a puddle of water and slipped to the ground very neatly.

It was the stagnant water formed after the snowball that had just been shaken off by Jushan Haruki melted.

"That's right." Haruki Haruki gloated at his self-inflicted behavior.

Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima went out together to investigate the commission, but now they came out one after the other. It seemed that Osamu Dazai had squeezed Atsushi again, but he didn't know where he went.

Judging from the situation just now, it is not guaranteed that he just ran to the snowball.

He failed in the lottery draw in a snowy day, hated to go out, passively sabotaged his work, and even threatened to take private revenge on his lucky S colleagues who stayed indoors after returning.

Osamu Dazai, who fell to the ground, was not discouraged, but got up and continued to pounce on Haruki Yayama, while Atsushi Nakajima, who took advantage of their truce and quickly passed through the war zone, was sitting next to Ranpo with a tangled expression on his face.

"So do I still have to say what I found?" Dun struggled to open the bag, "The real murderer behind this commission is the commissioner himself, and the police had already arrested him before we came back."

"Us?" Ranpo glanced at Haruki Iyama and Osamu Dazai in surprise.

"...Me." After a brief silence, Atsushi Nakajima said sincerely.

The look in Ranpo's eyes reveals that this is the right thing to do. Osamu Dazai didn't participate in the investigation but went fishing instead.

"What's the point of looking into this?" Lost in interest, Luanbu leaned back on the table again, "Why do you have two hours to get off work?"

Is he going to watch these two people dance around for two hours?

"Dun can take charge of himself," Luanbu looked at the president who pushed the door and complained, "When will Dazai be able to grow snacks?"

"Snacks?" Haruki Jushan took some time out of his busy schedule to look at Ranbu, "What kind of snacks do you want?"

"President, I didn't hear what you just said."

"The president said we are little bastards." Osamu Dazai said casually.

"Oh, the president said I'm really good-looking." Haruki Jushan continued shamelessly.

"The president said," Atsushi Nakajima had no choice but to convey, "to celebrate the first snow, let's go out to eat sukiyaki later, shall we?"

The two people who were fighting stopped at the same time.

As a seaside city close to the Pacific Ocean, Yokohama has always seldom snowed. The temperature this year is actually quite low, but it is also a surprise to welcome the first snow.

"What kind of sukiyaki are you eating?" Haruki Jushan waved his hand, "I can't go to a five-star restaurant."

"I think it will work." Osamu Dazai quickly turned up from the ground.

On the wool of Yaju Sanqingshu, Dazai ruled second and no one dared to say first.

Yes, Haruki Yoshiyama is still an orphan of a wealthy family living in a huge villa.

"It doesn't matter whether it's anchored or not," Haruki Juyama explained with sincerity when he explained why he was still holding on to this identity, "The main reason is that he has feelings for my grandmother who is far away in Russia and is reluctant to leave."

What is dedication, this is dedication, guarding one's personality until the last second of leaving the world.

[Why do I feel that you are guarding the Russian heritage? 】The system issued a soul question.

Dazai Osamu Yaju Yamaruki's wool was firm and ruthless, and before everyone could react, he quickly booked a restaurant that usually requires a long advance reservation to go to, which was obviously planned for a long time.

When faced with other people's questioning eyes, Dazai Zhizhi looked back confidently: "I know the owner of the restaurant."

So there is nothing strange about booking a table in advance through the back door.

Haruki Jushan gave him a strange look, today is the first snow, logically speaking, there should be no place, how good is the relationship between Osamu Dazai and the boss, is he willing to reserve a place for Osamu Dazai on such a good night when the business is so good.

His question was answered after everyone in the detective agency sat in the dining room.

Because no one dares to come here for dinner tonight.

After they sat down, everyone from Mafia at the port sat down together at another table.

But the coming and the new year are always an excuse for everyone to appease themselves and fool each other. Neither side is willing to give in, and in the end both sides are seated stiffly.

The empty restaurant lobby, the two tables of guests in a strange atmosphere, and the waiters serving the dishes tremblingly, in this atmosphere, it is not an exaggeration to say that a fight will break out in the next second, and it is not an exaggeration for people on both sides to fight immediately.

No... maybe a fight has already started.

The eyes of Akutagawa and Atsushi were engaged in a fierce confrontation in the large open space between the two tables.

Since the day Osamu Dazai and Haruki Yayama came back from swimming in the sea, Fyodor, the vicious guy, has withdrawn half of the bounty offered, and Akutagawa is still full of troubles in Yokohama looking for Atsushi as if he didn't know it. Acquaintance, Atsushi Nakajima now understands why Akutagawa glared at Mafia at the port that day when he left.

Now he would stare back, as expected, the corporate atmosphere in Mafia at the port would not produce any normal people!

Mr. Dazai and Haruki Yayama who ran to Butei don't count.

"What?" Mori Ogai joined the battlefield first, "Why is the salary of the armed detective agency so low?"

He knew that the assassin Izumi Kyoka who belonged to Akutagawa's subordinates was now in the Armed Detective Agency, but he obviously hadn't seen this assassin who hadn't been in the port Mafia for a long time. An inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Under Alice's glare, Mori Ogai stared at the other side for several minutes before remembering.

Isn't this the dress he bought for the black-haired loli that Haruki Jushan copied more than half a year ago?

Why is it on Quan Jinghua now?

Although they are all lolita, in essence he doesn't care who wears them, but... the opportunity to mock the Armed Detective Agency is rare.

So Mori Ogai was the first to join the battlefield.

"No way—" Dazai Osamu followed closely, "The salary of the Armed Detective Agency is still very high, at least it can afford milk."

"Dun and Jinghua have grown a lot in the past six months."

Good guy, as soon as this sentence came out, it dragged Zhongyuan Zhong into the battlefield again.

"Do you want to try the feeling of being thrown into the snow by gravity?" Zhongya Nakahara gritted his teeth in return.

Several people instantly started a scuffle separated by a large open space. During this scuffle, countless maps were fired and no one was spared. In this scuffle, the only one who really enjoyed the top dishes of the five-star hotel was Happy Luanbu.

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The staff of the five-star hotel dared not speak out, and left the hall silently.

At the same time, the one who was not dragged into the melee was Haruki who was really hungry.

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Obviously, do not eat.

At the end of the quarrel, it seemed that they were about to go out and fight. President Fukuzawa of Mori Ogai still suppressed the arrogance belonging to the leaders of both sides in front of him and did not make a move. Atsushi and Akutagawa now seem to be going to fight in the next second. The hotel lobby was demolished.

And the mature adults Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu had already left the restaurant in a fight.

Haruki Jushan burped after eating and drinking, and was about to go out to see what the two of them were doing.

Nakahara wouldn't really push Osamu Dazai into the snow, would he?Under the broken snow in Yokohama, he suspected that the snow on the road was not even two centimeters deep. If he wanted to press Osamu Dazai in, how many snowflakes would he have to use gravity to pile up.

As a good person with a lot of love from colleagues——

He must go out to help Chuya Zhongyuan.

Two gravities must accumulate snowflakes faster than one gravitational force. Osamu Dazai just stuffed the snowball up his neck, and now it's time for revenge.

He wanted to shove Osamu Dazai into the snow.

It’s not that they didn’t report, it’s not time yet, Osamu Dazai didn’t expect this to happen in the evening when he set his snowball today, didn’t he?

Haruki Jushan happily joined the snow shoveling team, and shoveled away the clean layer of floating snow on the snowy streets of Yokohama, and then worked together with Chuya Nakahara to push Osamu Dazai down.

Unwilling to admit defeat, Osamu Dazai began to fight back with his abundant snow resource reserves.

The last three people who were old and still playing snowballs walked the streets of Yokohama, soaked.

This scene seems familiar...

The last time the three of them walked down the street together drenched was half a year ago.

Six months ago, the three triathlon candidates who broke through the limits of human beings and swam back to Yokohama from the high seas walked on the main road soaked like this in the twilight of the morning light.At four or five o'clock in the morning, there were no shops open on the streets in the suburbs, and all the communication equipment of the three of them failed. Finally, they walked along the road for more than ten kilometers before barely finding a public phone. A coin linked to both organizations.

The three of them walked aimlessly on the streets of Yokohama, and the thin snow fell on Haruki's already white hair, rendering a fluffy and wonderful sense of sight.

"By the way," he said suddenly, "I'm going to Russia in a few days."

"Russia?" Nakahara Chuya's first reaction was that he was going to find the imported riddler.

"No, I said before that I decided to go to Russia twice a year," Haruki Juyama corrected seriously, "I covet my grandmother's inheritance."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

I don't know what to say for a moment.

Haruki Iyama, who clearly has self-awareness and insists on saying that he is the orphan of a wealthy family, and the former Mafia, who vowed to fy that I will never be a mafia again and then turns around to covet the inheritance of the Russian mafia.

I can only say that it is you, Haruki Iyama.

As for how he knew Haruki Yoshiyama's Russian heritage belonged to the Russian Mafia...

The imported Riddler took the place of Fyodor and came to Yokohama to stir up troubles. The current mafia leader who had planned to discuss cooperation felt ashamed and planned to come and see her second-generation grandson Haruki Yayama who was living in Japan. , the final result is that this energetic old lady negotiated a weapon deal with Chief Sen that looked very Russian in both type and quantity, and by the way, she paid off all the debts owed by her grandson.

So reliable, Russian grandmother.

The old lady came to Yokohama in person, and Haruki Jushan couldn’t justify not going to Russia, so Haruki Jushan told her Russian grandmother to go to Yokohama when it stabilized, and it has been stable for more than half a year.

Anyway, now everyone can see that this scumbag is planning to just pass on as an orphan of a wealthy family, which is much better than the previous Mafia file that was full of holes and was not easy to clean.

"Then how long have you stayed in Russia?" Zhong Yuanzhong also asked naturally.

"I don't know..." Jushan Haruki mossed his chin, "It depends on how long my dear Russian grandmother keeps me."

"Maybe she handed over the gang to me on a whim?"

"I don't know how to manage gangs," he looked at Osamu Dazai sincerely, "Why don't you come when the time comes?"

"Then you stay in Russia and don't come back." Osamu Dazai said ruthlessly.

Looking at Haruki Yayama's artificially injured expression, Osamu Dazai added: "I will miss you (Lucky S)."

After all, Haruki Juyama has been in the Armed Detective Agency for the past six months. The standard of living of the whole agency has been significantly improved, and the speed of handling cases has been significantly improved. Things such as installing air conditioners in the office to complete investigations without going downstairs have emerged one after another. Life corrodes.

As for why Jushan Haruki left after half a year...

Both the system and him wanted to curse people very much.

Because Osamu Dazai, a riddleman with a deeper mind than the sea, has been stuck at 99.99% of the mental recovery progress, but the 0.01% is not enough, until Haruki Juyama stayed in the detective agency for half a year, and just now he and Nakahara Naka After being buried in the snow and walking on the street wet all over, this person slowly added the last 0.01%.

It took him half a year to get in touch with Haruki Juyama before he could be sure of what happened in the open sea half a year ago late at night.

The completion of the task S, Haruki Oiyama himself, who has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, just stayed with Osamu Dazai for half a year.

Until the moment when he left Yokohama and set foot on the land of Moscow to find his grandmother,

[Hey, wake up,] Looking at the hopeful Haruki Juyama, the system said ruthlessly, [Really think you are here to inherit the inheritance? 】

Haruki Juyama: ...

Don't wake him up, he cannot be separated from his Russian heritage for a moment.

[If you stay overtime in the mission world, your performance will be deducted. 】The system demon whispered.

[Let's go, let's go, I like work so much,] Jushan Haruki Pain Mask, [Don't be blind, let's assign randomly, who will be next? 】

The system flipped through the file: [Let me have a look. 】

[Su Nuo? ] Then, it made an unbelievable sound.