After becoming a chaotic daughter

Mr. Nakamura is a very knowledgeable teacher. If he uses one word to describe him, it would probably be "well-informed".

Graduated from high school, studied abroad at the age of 20, became a middle school English teacher at the age of 26, and has been teaching for more than ten years.During the years of studying abroad and working as a teacher, he has also met all kinds of people. The families he has visited are not thousands, but four or five hundred.He has seen all kinds of parents, good and bad.

——But this was the first time he met such a "dangerous" family.

Sitting tremblingly on the sofa in the reception room of the detective agency, he subconsciously tightened his body and straightened his waist, as if the person sitting in front of him was not the student's parents, but the person who was about to interview him and grasped the situation. He is the interviewer who has the power of life and death.

Opposite him, on two single sofas, sat two men, one old and one young.

The majestic older man's eyes were like torches. Just sitting there, he felt like a heavy mountain, making people afraid to breathe, and even breathless. Being watched by his eyes, Mr. Nakamura felt as if he was returning home. In the elementary school class, sitting in front of him was the math teacher he was most afraid of. Just staring at him would make a group of children cry in fright.

The immature young man with the look and face of a middle school student sat on the sofa carelessly. He didn't look like a parent, but was so young that he looked like a student he was going to visit today. He had a smile on his face, but Mr. Nakamura He couldn't relax at all—after all, when he casually took the hatchet and threw it in the corner of the reception room, he also had such an innocent smile on his face.

These two men, who were completely different in every aspect except the accident that brought him huge psychological pressure, introduced themselves as Nanako Edogawa's grandfather and father.

Behind them, behind the two single sofas, stood a well-dressed young man in glasses with pigtails, and a young woman with a white shirt and black gloves and a clean and elegant face. They looked like two different things. Style "industry elite".

There are several young men standing outside the reception, discussing his attire with a voice that seems to be whispering, but in fact he can hear it completely. The most mature-looking Hong The hair man still held a notebook and a pen in his hand, as if he wanted to record all the conversations in the reception room.

"Please have tea."

A middle school girl in uniform brought tea and placed it in front of Teacher Nakamura.

The girl's crisp voice brought him back to his senses.

After thanking the girl, Nakamura-sensei picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, calmed down a bit, and finally opened his mouth carefully.

"That... I'm really sorry that I came to chatter during your company's working hours." He carefully chose to apologize first and exchange some pleasantries.

"No." His back was as straight as a strong bamboo, and Fukuzawa Yukichi also politely talked to him, "It's because the detective agency has special working hours and needs to work on weekends, which brings trouble to the teacher's work. "

It was clearly just ordinary polite words, but Mr. Nakamura felt terrified when he apologized like this, as if he had done something wrong.

Probably because the other party's solemn face when he apologized was too scary.

"At the end of the day, it's all because the city police are too useless." Mentioning the fact that they have to work on weekends, Luanbu couldn't help complaining, "It's because of their incompetence that the detective agency doesn't even work on weekends." No rest! Even if it’s just that I’m away for a weekend, there’s a pile of difficulties waiting to be lined up to come to me for help.”

Although he said that he was blaming the city police, but compared to the solemn and intimidating president, facing the young Ranpo still made Mr. Nakamura feel a little more relaxed.

Mr. Nakamura tried to talk to Ranpo: "Is that so? Looking at Mr. Edogawa's parent information form, Mr. Edogawa seems to be a detective. It's really a rare job..."

"--detective?"

Before Mr. Nakamura finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ranbu.

"What old-fashioned detective, I'm a detective! Famous-detective-detective!"

"Since I'm a teacher, I can't even figure out this kind of thing! It's not the same as those guys who need to investigate step by step honestly before they can barely guess the conclusion. As a detective, I only need to see through it at a glance. The truth of the incident. For example, teacher, I knew it as soon as you entered the detective agency. You just came from Sanchome. You drank tea and ate yokan at the home of the last home visitee, but because of stomach discomfort , so I only used a little, the stomach upset is because I accidentally drank expired milk last night..."

As soon as Luanbu opened his mouth, he talked endlessly, chattered on and on for a long time, was called out by the president, and finally uttered the last sentence: "In short, it's probably like this, do you understand?"

Then closed his mouth.

Suddenly, he was taught in an unceremonious but not bad tone, and a bunch of words flooded his head and face. Mr. Nakamura was so dizzy that he couldn't understand what happened in the last minute.

But seeing that the young man who didn't hear his answer has already frowned, as if saying, "Why don't you understand?" Before Ranbu spoke again, Mr. Nakamura quickly responded, "Yes, yes, that's right, detective! I made a slip of the tongue, sorry."

The expression on Ranbu's face immediately changed to satisfaction.

Just like a willful child, Mr. Nakamura wiped the cold sweat from his forehead secretly, but fortunately, he was also easy to coax like a child.

Logically speaking, he should have a few more pleasantries with his parents, and then slowly get to the point, but whether it was the hatchet that was randomly thrown there in the corner of the reception room, or the huge blows brought to him by different aspects in front of him. The two people under pressure made Mr. Nakamura refrain from chatting for a while.

He decided to enter a more conservative and safe topic, and talked about some trivial things about Nanako at school. Sure enough, neither grandpa nor father interrupted, and listened to him patiently.

After talking about some unimportant things, he took out the report card of the midterm exam that just came out on Friday.

After so many home visits, he has also gained a lot of experience. When talking to parents about the situation of students, he has to start with the good ones. You have to persuade students and parents to fight.

"Student Edogawa's studies are still very good. The total score of this test is the same as that of the entrance examination. He is the first in his age. Both English and mathematics are full marks, and his scores in Chinese are also good. Shiraishi, who teaches Chinese, said, like There are few students of Edogawa's age who are as proficient in writing as she is."

As he spoke, he handed over the report card, but did not say what Teacher Baishi said in fact [Words and sentences are so proficient that it seems that there are templates, it may be difficult to get a particularly good grade, but you still need to get an excellent The level is still no problem].

The teacher and guardian were talking in the reception room, and Nanako was still sitting at the desk in the office outside, doing her homework.

This was her first "home visit", but it seemed to be no different from the "one-on-one meeting" at Shengye Elementary School, except that the location changed from the school to the detective agency.

After passing the physical fitness test, Nanako has nothing to worry about, and doesn't really care what the teacher said to Ranpo.

After finishing another question sentence translation, Nanako looked up and saw Gogol sitting across from her with his head propped on his left hand and a pen in his right hand, slowly copying words for her.

"Guoguoli." Nanako called him softly.

Gogol: "Huh?"

"Copy faster." Nanako said to him, "Otherwise, when the teacher comes out, he will see it."

"In that case, why don't you write it after the teacher leaves." Gogol seemed to suggest sincerely.

Nanako shook her head, "No."

"why?"

【…】

【Because you will run away. 】

Nanako thought in her heart, maintaining an expressionless face, staring at Gogol in silence.Gogol copied half of it last time, and ran away by buying cakes, so Nanako had to finish copying the remaining half by herself.

— beep beep beep beep!

The office phone placed on Kunikida's desk suddenly rang.

Nanako could only temporarily stop staring at Gogol. She put down the pen in her hand, turned her head, reached for the receiver, and picked up the phone. Then came a calm and rational voice:

"Excuse me, this is the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and I'm Ango Sakaguchi."

Nanako waited for him to finish speaking quickly, and then asked slowly, "Who are you looking for?"

Probably because she didn't expect her to answer the phone, the person on the other side paused for a moment before replying, "Please let Mr. Kunikida...or the investigator in the agency who can take over the affairs now, come and answer the phone."

"Oh." Nanako stood up, "Then just wait."

She put down the phone and looked at the reception room, Kunikida was still in the reception room.Nanako thought for a while, walked to the door of the reception room, and pulled the sleeve of Oda Sakunosuke who was squatting at the door.

Dazai doesn't work anymore than her idiot father, and Tanizaki came here recently, among the three squatting at the door of the reception room, only Oda seems to be more suitable to answer the phone.

Oda, who was paying attention to the "home visit" in the reception room, felt his sleeves being pulled, lowered his head, and saw Nanako's upturned face.

"What's the matter?" He asked Nanako.

"Someone is calling, there is something to do." Nanako pointed to the direction of the desk.

Dazai touched his chin, and asked casually curiously, "Who is it?"

Nanako answered him, "Saka... what, Ango."

She read it so fast that she missed a syllable in the middle.

【Ango Sakaguchi】

Both Oda and Dazai have subconsciously completed the name in their minds.

Oda Sakunosuke was about to stand up subconsciously, intending to answer the phone, but was pressed down by Dazai's shoulder again.

"Let me pick it up~" he said in a relaxed tone, "This is a rare opportunity, Odasaku, you should continue to learn the experience of home visits here."

"..." Oda hesitated for a while, but still didn't continue to stand up, he nodded to Dazai, "I'm in trouble."

"It's just a trivial matter." Dazai waved his hand and walked towards Kunikida's desk.

He casually picked up the telephone receiver on the table, and sat down directly on Kunikida's desk, squeezing all the neatly arranged documents to the side.

"Hello~?" He called twice to the other end of the phone.

"... Dazai?" Dazai's voice was heard, and the words that Ango Sakaguchi was going to say got stuck in his throat.

Dazai responded with a clear tone: "Ah, Ango, what's the matter? Kunikida-kun is busy, so let me tell him if there is anything~"

An Wu was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone had returned to normal, and he said in a deep voice, "Dostoevsky has escaped."

Dazai: "...what?"

The expression on his face froze slightly.

"This morning, the Yokohama Nishi District Police Department sent search support. A stowaway who was about to be transferred back disappeared in the detention center. There was no surveillance, and there was no sign of the lock of the detention room being damaged. He seemed to disappear out of nowhere. I entered a secret room. I compared the information in the criminal intelligence database, and the stowaway was Dostoevsky, the leader of the Russian underground organization [Rats of the Dead House]. "

Ango quickly explained what happened.

——[Smuggler], [Escape], [Detention Center], [Repatriation], [Dostoevsky].

Osamu Dazai spent five seconds, but his brain failed to understand the relationship.

Although rationality has made Ango's words out of a smooth logic, or in fact, Ango's words are clear enough, but this smooth logic and clear facts seem to be very wrong from the beginning to the end.

He quickly grasped the core of everything and asked the most critical question:

"Why did you tell the detective agency about this?"

Ango Sakaguchi was also taken aback: "...Didn't the detective agency contact the city police to arrest him?"

Osamu Dazai: ...

What it was and why he had absolutely no idea.