long-lived centenarian leader

Osamu Dazai felt that Gojo Satoru was too disrespectful to him outside.Although this guy doesn't give anyone any face at any time, he feels that he should still have it.

He was thinking about how to emphasize this matter with this little ancestor, and other people shouted nervously in his ears.

"Mr. Dazai..."

But for a long time no one came to rescue him from Wujo Wu's clutches.

It's all trash!

"Let go." He said in a calm voice, breathing on Gojo Satoru's neck, Gojo Satoru tilted his neck slightly itchy, but soon pressed the back of his neck maliciously.

Osamu Dazai hit Gojo Gojo's chin with his forehead, he hissed, and bit Gojo Gojo's neck.

It was very hard, and it was obvious that it hurt people - it snapped at the waist.

He was finally let go.

Osamu Dazai was sitting on the other side of the sofa. Although he had completely lost his image, he still tidied up his messy clothes, took off his suit jacket and put it on the armrest of the sofa.

He preempted: "Why did you come to this kind of place?"

Gojo Satoru raised his voice and asked back, "Why are you here?"

Dazai Zhizhi said bluntly: "Work, don't make it look like you are catching rape."

In good conscience, he didn't even touch Belmode's hand.

However, Gojo Satoru continued to explode: "Aren't you in charge of fraud? How did you start to be a cowherd?"

The younger brothers around the side have been afraid to make a sound to watch them quarrel, and when they heard this sentence, they said weakly for Osamu Dazai: "Mr. Dazai is not here to be a male publicist, he is a manager."

"Oh." Someone paused for a while, and continued to ask in a questioning tone, "Then what happened to that woman just now."

"Obviously, although she is beautiful, generous, flirtatious, never drunk, and can play games, she is not an ordinary woman."

Someone's partner deliberately angered him.

Someone reached out to grab him, but he dodged nimbly and looked at him like a gentleman.

"But your boyfriend is me." Gojo Satoru said aggrievedly, like a big cat who couldn't understand why he fell out of favor.

Dazai sighed: "That's why I beat her seventeen times in a row, and I left sweets for you in the refrigerator."

You are much more important than her, not a treat at all.

Gojo Satoru understood what he meant, and immediately became happy again: "So she is a member of your hostile organization?"

Dazai: "Yes."

"Do you need me to smash their organization lair?" (increasing tone)

"No need, just be honest, just don't come out and tear down my platform all the time. Give me face outside and don't affect my image, understand?" (pointing)

"Oh." (flattening tone)

Osamu Dazai felt that this person had no intention of repentance at all, so he took another glass of wine, trying to lower his rising blood pressure.

The cup was snatched away by the other party before it was brought to his mouth.

His teetotal boyfriend said fiercely: "Don't drink, you already smell like alcohol!"

It doesn't taste good to kiss!

He passed a noble and glamorous look, and opened a box of cigarettes on the table.

The young man's fingers are white and slender, with protruding joints, and when he picks up a long cigarette, his movements are as beautiful as picking up flowers.

He was sitting in the corner of this luxurious and luxurious place, but he looked like a king sitting in the center.Gently passed out the hand holding the cigarette, and several handsome men kindly lit cigarettes for him.

The smoke obscured his outstanding appearance, adding a sense of distance, and his lazy eyebrows and eyes were cold and dangerous.

But it is so touching that it is not afraid of danger.

At this moment, Wujo Satoru realized why this kind of place would make people spend a lot of money and linger.

Then he quickly took away the cigarette from the opponent's hand, and said fiercely: "You are not allowed to smoke."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Girlfriends are not as lenient as you."

Like a little daughter-in-law.

Gojo Satoru said very bluntly, "Because I hate it."

In fact, he doesn't like people smoking in front of him, and Nitro smokes very badly.

But he always felt that such an unhealthy thing should not happen to Dazai.

It will make him feel that the other party is deliberately ruining his body.

"It's so domineering, how about this, I don't drink or smoke for a week, you don't eat sweets for a week, if you do it, I will never smoke again." Dazai deliberately teased him.

His response was unexpected: "Say what you say."

-

Conan received fierce eyes from his idol, but for his lofty ideal of "eliminating the black organization", he forced him to show a reluctant expression, which made the people around him full of love for him, and immediately agreed that he would continue to stay in the here's the thing.

Even though Ranpo-sama is 26 years old, he still doesn't have the right to make decisions on such matters.

And Toru Amuro, father and daughter Mori, who watched the scene, were stunned.

Mao Lilan: "...Conan, is your biological father actually Mr. Ranpo?"

Mori Kogoro: I suddenly understood something.

Toru Amuro: Turn on the recorder.

Conan's face was stiff, and he didn't really believe that he could do such a thing (now he can only rejoice that his parents don't know where they are in foreign countries). Facing Xiaolan's question, he could only show a shy expression. smile.

Luanbu struggled without hope: "Isn't this kid going to school?"

Xiaolan: "Well... just received the news that the teaching building of Didan Primary School was bombed. Before the danger is eliminated, online teaching will be adopted."

Ranbu: "..."

Osamu Dazai, count yourself as ruthless.

you wait for me.

Edogawa ranpo angrily accepted a commission casually, and left this place that made him sad.

After bidding farewell to Ran and her father, Conan and Toru Amuro had a formal meeting to establish a cooperative relationship.

But Toru Amuro still made fun of him rather cheaply: "The biological son of a famous detective who has been missing for many years? What a disrespect."

Conan looked at him suspiciously: "Aren't you going to complain to my parents? Let me tell you, even I have a hard time contacting them. Don't do such things that harm others and benefit yourself."

"How could I?" The villain who had already recorded said with a trusting smile, "It's good for you to stay in the Armed Detective Agency. They can guarantee your safety and provide some convenience."

Conan: "Aren't you considering asking the police to entrust the detective agency?"

Not long after Conan stayed in the Armed Detective Agency, he realized how useless the police in this city were. It was completely managed by three other supernatural organizations (especially the Port Mafia). Like some criminal cases, they all needed to be armed. The detective agency can solve it smoothly.

It is also a detective agency, and if they add the word "armed", they are not on the same level as the others.

Toru Amuro: "Before the black organization committed crimes, the armed detective agency did not care about other organizations stationed in Yokohama, and the port mafia took care of this."

His tone of mentioning the port mafia was not very good. As a public security officer, he hated the existence of destroying the government's credibility.

But it was none of his business. Even before he came to Yokohama, his superior who admired him had advised him not to provoke Mafia.

Conan has accepted this matter from impotent rage to flat acceptance, saying that he will be ready to report at any time.

Toru Amuro, who was approved by the owner of the coffee shop to take care of the children, took Conan to the street to search for traces of members of the black organization.The Black Organization is a mystery, and everyone's tasks are individually assigned. Amuro received the task of monitoring the actions of the Armed Detective Agency. Others, he didn't even know who he had arranged for.

Although the members of the port mafia also wear black suits and weapons, the people of the two organizations are actually very recognizable.

Everyone knows the style of the black organization, two words: arrogant.

The aura of disapproval, for fear that others would not know that they are terrorists.

The port mafia members are more easy-going. As long as there is no armed conflict, patrolling the streets is the same as shopping. They even obey the traffic lights and give way to the elderly, weak, sick and disabled.

They quickly locked some areas, ready to combine street monitoring for reasoning.

On the way back, they saw Belmode.

Conan remembered that he saw the other party on the white whale last time, and felt that this was a key person, so he wanted to go and try it out.

But he couldn't bring Amuro through, as this would reveal the identity of the other party, Hong Fang.

Already gradually wicked, he quickly determined a plan to get rid of Amuro Toru.

Conan pretended to look around, then stopped in the direction of another street, and whispered, "Why is Shuichi Akai here?"

Soon, Toru Amuro glanced over, only seeing the crowd like a tide, and there was no shadow of Shuichi Akai.

But he didn't suspect that Conan was lying to himself, and he didn't want to give up this opportunity, so he said decisively, "Wait for me here."

Then he left at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

Conan looked at his back, shook his head, and happily went to find Belmode.

Toru Amuro ran a certain distance, suddenly something was wrong, and when he turned around, he didn't see Conan.

He squinted his eyes and was about to catch that little bastard when he suddenly received a call from the organization.

Gin is calling.

They communicated in a cold tone for a while, and Gin gave him a new task.

"What did you say?! What did you tell me to do?" Amuro Toru couldn't help raising his voice.

"Bermode said that the target person doesn't like women, but men, so you go to approach him." Gin said concisely, with a slight smile, "You go to seduce him."

Toru Amuro: "..."

Garbage organization, when will it be destroyed?