long-lived centenarian leader

Dazai happily decides to defeat magic with magic.

He'd like to see if Shakespeare's rose survives Another schoolboy, the black cat of the Rue Morgue, the detective Reaper.

Every second alive is worth admiring.

After arranging this matter, Osamu Dazai was concerned about the situation of the publishing house.

When Sakunosuke Oda passed the Novel Newcomer Award, he naturally asked his publishing house to sign him.

After so long, some short articles have been published intermittently.

It is still "a clumsy work used as an exercise".

The book he cares about is still writing the first page, Tiantianwen is writing the first page every day, and it doesn't work for the editor to hang himself at his door.

He wouldn't really have to wait until he was a hundred years old to see it, would he?

Mr. Dazai thought desperately.

However, the publishing house's turnover in the past quarter has reached a considerable number.

He glanced at the report.

Andersen's first book has begun to be published in various bilingual hardcover editions, and a sample booklet of the second book is attached with the book.

They actually bought the agency rights of Edgar Allan Poe's old books in Asia. While vigorously promoting new books, they also drove the sales of old books.

Mark went on a trip during his absence, and has written some drafts of his autobiography and travelogue, but has already started marketing, saying that he will meet you in the spring of next year.

But isn't it a big profit?

Damn it, this complete set of publication and promotion process was originally prepared for Oda, but the other party just can't use it!

Osamu Dazai took a sip of water resentfully, stood up and went with Andersen to see the Miss Nightingale who died unfortunately.

The remains were parked at the church.

The church is almost pure white, with stained glass paintings inlaid on the high dome, and holy and ethereal music flowing in the air, making it look quiet and sad.

The foreign girl is lying surrounded by roses. She wears a thick black cloak, her innocent face is hidden in a fluffy hood like an angel, her eyelashes cast shadows, her nose is small and delicate, and her lips are bright red. Not like a dead person, but like just asleep.

Yet a red rose pierced through her heart.

It looks like it grows from the heart, delicate and fresh, and it seems to blatantly say "the murderer is a red rose".

"I really want to say to Mr. Shakespeare that he's really not fit for fairy tales."

Andersen direct pain mask.

It's not that the story is not good, but if you want to say it's a fairy tale, he is absolutely unwilling.

Osamu Dazai: "I think he will come soon."

When the time comes, he must look good.

Probably because Osamu Dazai gave too much, three days later, Agatha and Ayatsuji came here at the appointment.

Edgar Allan Poe warmly invited Edogawa Ranpo to pick him up together.

Osamu Dazai and Andersen were mixed among the black suits of the port mafia, and they squatted quietly not far away to watch the meeting of the century with the help of the flower beds and sculptures next to them to cover their figures.

In the private airport of the Port Mafia, a military helicopter is parked on the left, and a luxury private jet is parked on the right.

Because Agatha is a powerful duchess, she is very particular about it, and the receptionist under Dazai tried his best to show her cards.

Everywhere was well polished, and the expensive red carpet (in order to save costs, it was processed and reused from the red carpet that received Fitzgerald) was spread all over the floor, and there were handsome men and women of similar height standing on both sides, The etiquette is excellent, the momentum is full, and the eyes are not squinting.

Just a bit fierce.

It's not a big problem, it's normal for the mafia to be fierce.

The first hatch to open was unexpectedly the private jet on the right.

A handsome blond secretary came out of the plane and waited quietly. When the wave skirt of excellent texture was swinging out, he bent slightly, showing a respectful gesture, and stretched out his hand forward.

A hand in a white glove gracefully landed on it, and the beautiful lady slowly stepped down from it.

She was wearing a gorgeous long dress with a small white suit jacket on her shoulders. She had the dignity of a British aristocratic woman, and also had the arrogance and indifference nourished by rights.

There was an impeccable and elegant smile on Agatha's face. She withdrew her hand being supported and took the folding fan from another secretary with a lazy tone.

"If I wasn't really curious about what kind of case it was, I wouldn't have come if the four of us were to find the murderer together."

Andersen squatting in the corner: "Ms. Agatha is still the same."

Osamu Dazai saw that he subconsciously looked away from Agatha, and said, "You seem to have a psychological shadow on her."

He remembered that he had noticed Andersen because the bell tower servants were looking for him like crazy.

Because he had a bit of resentment towards the attendants of the clock tower, he investigated Andersen out of curiosity, and only then did he know such an old incident many years ago.

But after he sent someone over to say hello and settle the matter, the other party readily let go (after taking enough benefits).

Andersen shrank his neck, hid a little behind the flower bed, and said in a low voice: "She is actually okay with me. But she is too controlling, too sensitive and smart, and getting along with her makes me very uncomfortable. And She writes detective novels, and we don't get along very well."

Andersen is free by nature, and he doesn't particularly talk about logic in creating stories. He just writes out any stories he thinks of by hand.He wrote several articles during his time as an attendant in the bell tower, and every time he heard Agatha pointing out the loopholes and logical problems in it gracefully and harshly, he felt uncomfortable.

If others said that, he smiled and let it go. She was his boss at the critical moment, and his works had to satisfy her.

He couldn't take it anymore and ran away.

Then he was wanted all over the world, ran around, and was harbored by other organizations for a short time, but he didn't settle down completely until he met Osamu Dazai.

So why do people from different fields of literature hurt each other?

Osamu Dazai patted his hat sympathetically, and said in a low voice, "I'll vent my anger on you later."

Before he targeted Agatha, someone targeted her.

A man and a woman alighted from the military helicopter. The woman was wearing a formal suit with an unsightly face, and she appeared to be very shallow among a group of people.

The man is wearing bright red checked trousers, a shirt inside a light vest, and a gray coat with a red lapel on his shoulders, with his right arm around the doll girl, and a pipe in the other hand, from under the light red glasses The leaked eyes looked very tired.

From the appearance alone, it is impossible to connect him with super dangerous abilities.

He looks more like a third-rate detective who is forced to work for a living.

Ayatsuji: "Don't act like you have no interest in Yokohama, Ms. Agatha."

The smile on Agatha's face didn't change at all, but her tone was sharply mocking: "I'm surprised, Mr. Ayatsuji, you're still alive. I heard that the motion to execute you will be executed at least within a year." Put it in the meeting more than twenty times."

Ayatsuji pedestrian: "TOEFL, the port mafia paid the government a lot of money to hire me. At least until next spring, I will live well."

Andersen over there started whispering to Osamu Dazai again.

Andersen: "This gentleman looks so powerful, he dared to face Ms. Agatha in person."

Osamu Dazai: "He is an old fritter. He usually just cares about what he likes, and he is also good at making troubles on other people's bottom line."

Perhaps because of his invitation to put the four of them on the same level, they have a certain degree of competition with each other.

Someone like Agatha who is too imposing and likes to control the field naturally wants to break her aura.

At the same time, behind the two are the governments of Japan and the United Kingdom respectively. This kind of confrontation has a bit of political color.

Andersen: "Mr. Dazai is amazing, he knows so much."

Osamu Dazai's tone was flat: "Because I want to prevent these dangerous and supernatural beings with full personality from coming to my territory to do bad things."

Who knows if he had the same idea of ​​"killing all the supernatural beings" like Dostoevsky during a certain night of analyzing supernatural beings.

"So why should I come here? Is there a monkey show for people here?" Edogawa Ranpo made a dissatisfied voice.

The two people watching the monkey show silently drilled a little further into the flower bed.

It's not good to be caught red-handed.

Although Osamu Dazai has died so much that he no longer cares about his image as the leader, but after all, there are newcomers who are not familiar with him, so he will keep it for a while.

Poe shoved the little raccoon on his shoulder into Ranbu's hand to comfort him, and said excitedly, "Because this is a rare meeting of the century. Four of the world's top detectives have gathered here to deal with the same case together." The case, what an exciting fact! We have been looking forward to this scene for a long time!"

The other three had no intention of cheering, and even stood a little further away silently.

Osamu Dazai: "I knew it would be such a development."

Andersen remembered that Edgar Allan Poe came to Yokohama because he wanted to compete with Ranpo Edogawa, but the other party seemed to have no memory of his tragic incident at all, so he shook his head with a sigh.

It always feels like it's about to happen again.

Because no one else seems interested in the case (or even happy to watch Dazai's jokes) except him.

"If it wasn't for the president's request, who would want to care about that person's life." Edogawa ruased the raccoon rudely, with an unhappy tone.

The president told him in a super serious tone, "If Osamu Dazai dies, Yokohama will fall into chaos", and solemnly asked him to investigate this matter.

He couldn't say no at all.

"Well, the gentleman is going to die? That's really good news."

Agatha spoke with a smile, completely ignoring the Mafia personnel who suddenly had murderous intentions, and let her two secretaries stand guard on both sides, confronting the others.

Luanbu snorted coldly: "Then it's not your turn to think about Yokohama."

At this moment, Poe remembered that he seemed to have become a member of the port mafia. He coughed and acted like a host: "Let's talk after leaving here. The banquet for you is ready."

Osamu Dazai and Andersen hurriedly left the scene and returned to the port mafia headquarters, pretending to be working hard in the afternoon, and even went a little late for the banquet.

(In fact, all four of them knew that they had passed, but they didn't make it clear on Osamu Dazai's territory.)

Osamu Dazai sat on the main seat in a suit and leather shoes, well dressed.

On his left sat three outside detectives, plus Tsujimura Fukatsuki who was in charge of supervising Ayatsuji pedestrians, and Oda Sakunosuke who was in charge of protecting Edogawa Ranpo.

On the right sit Andersen, Alice, Angel, Kusaku Yumeno and Poe.

Behind Osamu Dazai is a large screen on which information and photos of Nightingale are projected (yes, it is the remains taken by the church).

There are rich and delicious dishes on the table, but no one cares.

Ango Sakaguchi, who was in charge of broadcasting the material, suspected that they were all disgusted by Dazai Osamu.

Agatha picked up and put down the glass of red wine in her hand. She glanced at the seemingly polite man on the main seat, and curled her lips: "We are in such a hurry to start working? No wonder your organization is developing so fast."

This is scolding him for oppressing people.

Mr. First: "I am here to provide some entertainment for those who have no intention of enjoying dinner. Those who really want to eat will not look up, will they?"

The person who really wanted to eat (referring to Oda Tsukuru) had already eaten three pieces of mapo tofu with his meal.

The advantage of having a leader as a friend is that, even on such occasions, you can eat dishes that suit your taste.

Agatha: "...I rarely bow my head."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head slightly: "I heard that you rarely cry."

"Ha." Ever since she became the Knight Commander and representative of the attendants of the clock tower, the duchess, who had rarely been so provoked, looked directly at the other party, her clear eyes were full of coldness.

In this tense atmosphere, only one person is looking forward to reasoning.

Poe slapped his novel book on the table, and said happily: "I think it would be good to share the news with a few of you as soon as possible, so that our progress can be as consistent as possible."

Edogawa Ranpo was not interested in such intrigues. Holding the cake, he casually answered, "If this is the fairy tale written by Shakespeare, it would be too bad."

It is the level that will be criticized by children.

Nightingale died of love and roses, not murder.

Ayatsuji pedestrian: "Why don't you ask Ms. Christie who is good at killing nursery rhymes?"

Agatha: "I think you who like dolls may know better."

Angel: "Watch your wording, ma'am. We are living beings who think and act of our own will."

Alice held up a silver table knife: "It's very common for dolls to kill people."

Yumeno Hisaku stood up excitedly: "If you like dolls, would you like to play with me?"

Andersen remained silent, only shouting in his heart: Anyone who messes with children's literature should reflect on me! ! !

Osamu Dazai took a leisurely sip of his wine and watched them quarrel with a smile.

Very good, hold on, I count on you to output crazy.

Undoubtedly, the dinner party broke up badly. Osamu Dazai, who had fully regained his self-discipline, almost bumped into an immature little face as soon as he returned to the office.

He took a step back calmly and leaned against the door, looked indifferently at Gojo Satoru who was holding the child, and said in a cheerful tone: "Look! The third child in our family!"

Knotabagi Yuhito, who was tricked over, stuffed his hand into his mouth in surprise, not understanding why he became the third child of someone else's family.

Osamu Dazai: "Gojo Satoru, you are so promising that you even steal from children."

"I didn't steal the child!" Gojo Satoru couldn't accept this kind of slander, he put the knotweed Yuhito on the ground, and tried to explain, "When I was passing by, I saw a strange curse master trying to take him away, I'm doing what's right!"

Dazai: "Then why didn't you send him home, but brought him here? And how did you pass by Sendai?"

Gojo Satoru: "Go buy Xijiufu, didn't I bring him back because I was afraid that someone would do something wrong to him?"

The first gentleman who successfully got him in nodded: "So the third child is not established."

Wutiao teacher who is completely unreasonable: "I said it will be established if it is established. Today, just today, I will see him appear in our household registration."

The knotweed Yuren on the ground stuffed his other hand into his mouth in shock.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

He also thought of the days when he was dominated by the other party's arbitrariness and led to his death, and he didn't dare to refuse for a while.

We have to find a way to stabilize Wujo Wu, so that he will not go out and lose his people.

"alright."

He felt that a mere household registration could be used to fool Gojo Satoru.

Anyway, no one would be bored to check their accounts.

Because he was just trying to fool people, Osamu Dazai directly connected to the Intranet of the Household Registration Division, granted Takahashi Jiro's authority, and planned to add the name of Yuzu Hirohito to Gojo Satoru's household registration.

As a result, when he opened it, he was so scared that he almost slapped Gojo Satoru.

The head of the household where Gojo Satoru is located is Dazai Osamu, his relationship is written as partner, and Fuguro Megumi and Tsumiki are written as adopted children.

When did it happen and why didn't he know it? !