long-lived centenarian leader

Akutagawa Ryunosuke has been in the Armed Detective Agency for several months. Except for the fierce fights with Oda Sakunosuke in the shower, he rarely fights with the detective agency.

He can even take care of children skillfully for Oda Sakunosuke, farm for Miyazawa Kenji, and use Rashomon to carry things when shopping with Yosano Akiko...

In short, it was unimaginable that Rashomon has so many practical uses.

No one had ever needed his help before.

Even the younger sister who was desperately trying to get back after losing it no longer needed him, but was devoted and loyal to the man in black.

He even went to work on weekends and didn't want to have dinner with him!Why hasn't someone blown up this kind of organization that squeezes subordinates and doesn't give holidays?

The man in black, his lifelong enemy!

Thinking of this man makes him angry.

The matter of the maid wearing a photo is a shame that he will never forget in his life. Whenever he thinks about it, he really wants to rush to the port mafia and strangle the guy who dared to covet his sister and the man in black to death.

But to be honest, I still don't dare to go again.

It's not a matter of psychological shadows.

This would cause problems for Silver's job, and it would cause the rest of Mafia to treat his sister with defensive hostility.

He has been told many times by a group of people, and he has memorized and can recite these.

It still makes sense.

But if he met the man in black who was alone, he would quietly strangle him to death.

With impotent and furious mood, Akutagawa Ryunosuke fell asleep at ten o'clock in the evening.

In the dream, he saw another self.

The other party was wearing a dark overcoat, and the clothes inside made him hallucinate the little dress he had worn.There are etiquette written all over him that never existed.

There was nothing inside or outside that made him frown.

What is this thing with a face like his?

Before he could figure out how he could have such a dream, he was bound firmly by the opponent's Rashomon.

This man with the same face as his raised his collar and roared at him like a rabid dog with his voice.

"You bastard! How can you treat Mr. Dazai with that attitude!!"

"Mr. Dazai prefers people to tigers. Picking the other party as his subordinate does not pick you. You are too useless!!"

"How can you eat and chat with Renhu so harmoniously! He stole Mr. Dazai!!"

……

He was stunned by the yelling, almost concussed by the other party's voice full of exclamation points.

"...Are you sick?" he said, wondering if there was anyone more rabid than himself.

"Whether I'm sick or not, don't you know?"

The other party sneered, and then talked to him for a long time on the topic of "how to kill Renhu's superior Mr. Dazai's subordinates".

After he regained his strength, he wrestled into a ball with the opponent.

The Rashomons of the two were entangled like scarves that had failed to weave, the lower half of the head could not be pulled out, and the upper head was biting each other with its bloody mouth open.

As for the close combat between the two of them, unfortunately, the opponent was slightly better.

He was pressed to the ground, listening to the other party trying to brainwash him with nothing to love, making him compete with Atsushi Nakajima for that Mr. Dazai's subordinate.

Neuropathy.

He activated his ability, took advantage of this person's unpreparedness, and bit the other person's face fiercely.

This inexplicable dream is considered to be over.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke woke up the next day to find that he was bitten on the face by his own Rashomon.

No wonder my face hurts...

With a row of teeth marks on his face, he turned off the alarm clock, got up and took a shower.Before I had time to make breakfast, I hurried to work.

Although it's okay to be late (Mr. Kunikida seems to be the only one in the detective agency who has a great sense of time, and others will even tease him with it), but he still cherishes this job and wants to do it well.

I ran into someone on the way to work.

Atsushi Nakajima was holding a paper bag, which exuded a tempting aroma, no doubt it was the steamed stuffed bun he liked.

"Akutagawa, if you haven't eaten breakfast, would you like to have some together?"

In fact, it was Atsushi Nakajima who bought steamed buns to please Akutagawa and looked at him with bright eyes.

Akutagawa nodded without hesitation.

There is no time to cook, but there is still time to eat.

And he remembered that strange dream, and couldn't understand why the other party hated Dun.

Obviously the two of them have a lot in common, and the other person is quite cute.

Except for Xiaoyin, Andersen and Atsushi Nakajima are normal people in the port mafia.

The two found a flower bed nearby and sat there to share breakfast without any distaste.

Akutagawa: "Is there... one of your bosses named Mr. Dazai?"

Atsushi Nakajima is alert: "I can't say it."

"Oh." Akutagawa ate a bun, "You don't need to talk about going to the port mafia as you said."

He didn't think about it before, and he won't think about it in the future.

"Oh..." Dun turned his eyes sideways and said tentatively, "Then... can I go to the Armed Detective Agency?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke bit the bun and looked at him sideways, very surprised: "Why?"

He remembered that Atsushi Nakajima's devotion to the leader was comparable to the other him in his dream.

Atsushi Nakajima lowered his head and said: "I failed to fight against people, my clothes and collar were broken, and I was injured by.... I can't fight and perform missions like before, and I feel useless. I want to follow you Next, try to win you over."

Although he directly exposed his purpose, it made people feel honest and pitiful, like a big homeless cat.

Akutagawa: "If you can pass the entrance test."

Why compete with Mr. Dazai's subordinates, wouldn't it be nice to stay together at the detective agency?

Ever since Ango Sakaguchi went from being an executive of the Special Agents Division to an undercover agent of the Port Mafia, he felt that his life was getting more and more wrong.

Previous life: I was working with my eyes open and closed, and my blood pressure went up and down with the severity of "someone with supernatural powers making trouble in such and such a place" reported below.

Current life: working with eyes open and closed, blood pressure rises and falls according to the number of jobs sent, heartbeat fluctuates according to Osamu Dazai's words, and randomly chooses between acceleration and sudden arrest.

At first glance it may seem like there is no difference.

But apparently life is more exciting now, and more bald.

Whenever he thinks that life can't get any worse, someone will always give him a new blow at the right time.He felt that if this continued, one day he would not want to do it anymore.

Someone must be messing with him.

Seeing the leader's direct order to "be an undercover agent in the black organization", Ango was convinced of this with trembling hands.

He has also been in Mafia for a while, and although he hasn't met the leader yet, he has a clear understanding of the fact that "boss knows everything and has no plans".

The other party must know his identity as an undercover agent.

But still asked him to be an undercover agent.

Although Ango Sakaguchi felt that the reason "the black organization dared to make trouble in the territory of our port mafia, we are going to get them, you should find out their details first" was sufficient, but he reasonably suspected that the leader was captured by a former undercover doll. Aroused bad taste, has been waiting for him.

Among them, there may be Osamu Dazai's handwriting.

He dared not refuse the leader's order, so he questioned Osamu Dazai angrily.

Osamu Dazai did not hide his schadenfreude, and said, "I prepared Ango's information. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

He sneered: "The bottom staff?"

"Is there anyone in this organization who does not work for the leader?" Osamu Dazai asked him.

Say it out, and he'll go fuck the other side right away.

An Wu sighed: "Tell me the truth, our leader, does he have a bit of a bad taste?"

Dazai: "The leader has some advanced interests."

Ango Sakaguchi was desperate for this organization full of loyal leaders, so he packed up and went undercover to a new organization.

With his outstanding work ability, he won the favor of the mysterious boss, and soon got his own code name - Potter.

Porter is a dark beer with low alcohol content, suitable for replenishing physical strength, and is favored by porters on the docks.

Thinking about it carefully, it actually smelled like a social animal.

After spending time with the new organization, he was horrified to discover that the organization had more undercover agents than the Port Mafia.

As a transnational criminal organization, it included undercover agents from all well-known intelligence agencies, and the undercover information could fill a hard drive.

Ango Sakaguchi even used his powers at the elevator door of the stronghold, and he would see the two undercover agents exchanging messages.

What is even more unbelievable is that people with a code name also have a higher probability of being an undercover agent.

Could it be that this organization was developed by undercover agents...

With such concerns, he processed the obtained information into two somewhat different copies, and sent them back to the Port Mafia and the Supernatural Secret Service Section (the Supernatural Secret Service Section is not used, but can be transferred to other departments).

Ah... Recently, the Black Organization is going to Yokohama for development.

Is he about to be able to get off work from here?

This is the first day that Sakunosuke Oda was unable to write that novel.

Very strange.

Mingming decided not to kill anyone and to be a good person in order to write a suitable follow-up for this small book.

But it has been dragged on until now, and I haven't been able to formally start writing. I write a few lines occasionally, and then tear it up again.

It's not that I haven't figured out enough about the characters in my heart, and it's not just that he always wastes time because of various things.

Whenever he writes, he always feels that he is being watched by someone, and he also feels that he does not have enough understanding of the world.

Yokohama has beautiful sunsets and moons. When they alternate, you can experience the slow and almost illusory beauty of time passing.

The death that is often consumed in various novels also often occurs in the corners of this city and in front of him.Indifference or emotion seem to have their own meanings.

He needs more time to understand the meaning of life and death, redemption and self.

he thinks.

And start thinking about the next day to drink with friends.

The power of the transcendent is beyond the cognition of ordinary people.

They are considered to be the closest to the gods, the closest to the truth of the world.

When Rimbaud saw Verlaine for the last time, he said that he was going to give up literature.

He foresaw his own death.

Goethe came to Yokohama and lingered here to watch.

On this day, he brought a bouquet of blue irises into the chief's office and gave it to the hardworking chief.

He asked in a joking tone: "Do you love this false world?"

First Mr. answered him in a firm tone: "I love this world deeply, even if it is false, I will protect it well."

It's like a dragon will fall asleep with a gemstone in its arms, and an elf will kiss the flowers in front of the window to wake up in the morning.

He doesn't allow anyone to destroy the stories and people he has carefully guarded.