Quanzai Cone

midsummer.

White clouds floated in the blue sky, and occasionally a few flowers swam across the scorching sun, casting a large shade on the streets of Yokohama.

Gan Xunguang walked through the appropriate shade, stepped into the red brick building, arrived at the floor where the Armed Detective Agency was located, pushed the door open and entered.

"Mr. Ranpo, the new snacks are ready!" She put the bag in her hand on the desk.

"Hard work~" The black-haired detective finished his nap, pulled up his hat and put it on, and began to pick and choose in his pockets, "Wow...does it smell like this..."

The detective agency in the afternoon was peaceful, Kunikida Doppo and Nakajima Atsushi were sorting out the mission report, the others were nowhere to be seen, and they probably all went out.Gan Xunguang walked past the desk and was stopped by Kunikida Doppo.

"Xunguang, please deliver this document." He handed over a document bag, his eyes still focused on the computer screen.

Gan Xunguang took the things, asked about the destination, nodded and prepared to go.When he walked through the door, Kunikida Doppo raised his head and asked as if he remembered something.

"Did you see Dazai?"

The girl who turned around blinked: "I met by chance in the commercial street."

That was nearly an hour ago.After running to several stores to buy the snacks that Edogawa Ranpo requested, she passed a store that was on promotion with the bag, and was attracted by a shiny silver bicycle.

The style of the car was ordinary, the body without any paint exposed the true color of the metal, and even the manufacturer was an old brand that had declined.The bicycle parked under the large discount billboard was so ordinary, but she couldn't move no matter what, she just stood there staring at it.

Osamu Dazai appeared when she was in a daze.

The black-haired, kite-eyed young man tilted his head and leaned over to block her view, and greeted with a smile, "Hey, Xunguang, good afternoon."

She came back to her senses in surprise.

"Mr. Dazai!" She looked at him who was still wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, and pursed her lips into a smile, "Are you here to go shopping?"

"No~ what is Xunguang looking at?" Dazai Osamu did not further explain his whereabouts and turned the topic to her. Although he said a question, when he straightened his waist, his eyes lightly glanced at the bicycle.

Gan Xunguang followed and looked over, with a bit of nostalgia in his expression.

"I have a bicycle that is very similar to that one—it was a birthday present from my parents." She said with a smile, "Because I grew up listening to my parents' experience of doctors on outlying islands, I have a very longing for the bicycles they use for outpatient visits. ...Some patients call it 'Silver Dragon'!"

[I want to own a "Silver Dragon" of my own! 】

The young child made a loud wish to his parents, so on his birthday night, he really received a small silver bicycle.

She once rode it through the streets of Yokohama, fantasizing in the sea breeze that she would also become a superhero who saved lives and healed the wounded. However, everything ended that year.

Frowning to hide his sadness, Gan Xunguang said, "Mr. Dazai..."

The young man suddenly rubbed her head, interrupted her invitation to return to the detective agency on the same road, and smiled slightly.

"I still have something to do, you go back first ~ see you later!"

"Eh, wait?"

Her long light brown hair was messed up, she was caught off guard, and watched him disappear into the crowd.

Waking up from the memory, Gan Xunguang smiled apologetically at Kunikida Doppo who had started to get angry.

"Mr. Dazai may be back soon..." She said this without any confidence.

Kunikida Doppo shook his head, pinched his eyebrows: "This guy... the report is almost a month behind, and I caught him working overtime all night to finish it!"

Looking at Kunikida Doppo, who was full of murderous looks while typing on the keyboard while chanting, Gan Xunguang backed away quietly.

"Then, I'll send the documents first."

After closing the door of the detective agency, she ran all the way downstairs, unexpectedly running into the person she was talking about just now.

Osamu Dazai stood outside the corridor, as if he was waiting for her specially.Gan Xunguang looked at him, then at the familiar silver bicycle beside him, unable to organize his words for a moment.

Osamu Dazai, who was pushing the bicycle, twitched a faint smile, and stretched out his hand to her.

"How about cycling around Yokohama?"

"But, but, there are still documents to send..." She was confused and her expression was shaken.

Osamu Dazai took a step forward, took off the special glasses she wore every day to block the "mind reading", and took the documents in her arms.

"Leave it to me," his eyes were more radiant than the midsummer sunshine that she dared not look directly at. "Just follow me to find the light."

Gan Xunguang paused for a moment, and after a while, his avoiding gaze slowly moved back to meet his.Fingertips fell into the open palm, she clenched her hand tightly and nodded.

——In the crisp car bell, "Silver Dragon" set off.

The warm sunlight ignites the fragrance of flowers, and the smoky wind blows in your face.She sat on the back seat of the bicycle, hugged Osamu Dazai's waist, buried her face in his warm windbreaker, her eyes were moist.

Osamu Dazai, who was riding a bicycle, hummed the "Song of Sacrifice for Love", and the hem of the bulging windbreaker kept touching her flying skirt, like two birds flying side by side.She stared at them, involuntarily pursing a smile.

Commercial streets, residential areas, wharf warehouses... All kinds of scenery and crowds were left behind by them, and the bicycles rode over the ramps full of flowers and came to the coastal blocks.

A shop passed by, and Gan Xunguang tugged on the sand-colored windbreaker: "Wait, Mr. Dazai!"

Osamu Dazai slowed down and stopped the bicycle.

"what happened?"

She jumped out of the back seat and walked back to the store.Osamu Dazai came to her side pushing his bicycle and glanced up.

He was startled: "Tattoo shop?"

Gan Xunguang compared his shoulders, and the crimson sunflowers had disappeared between his collars.

"It's gone...I always feel a bit regretful. If I replaced it with a tattoo, it would be able to stay longer."

Dazai was silent for a while, then heaved a long sigh.

"Foul, Xunguang, it's obviously my home game this time." Although he complained, with a smile in his eyes, he led her across the road and stopped beside the bench on the street.

Gan Xunguang tilted his head in doubt.

Osamu Dazai pressed her shoulders and made her sit down on the chair.He set up his bicycle, raised his hand and waved it, and he simply turned around, leaving a sentence: "Wait for me for a while."

Responding obediently, she straightened her skirt, sat down on the bench, and watched him turn into the street.

The sea breeze blew from behind, brushing the tangled long hair, Gan Xunguang raised his hand to comb it a little bit, frowning in annoyance.

Because she didn't expect to come out on a bicycle, she didn't have a hair rope on her body... If she went to buy it temporarily when she left, what if Osamu Dazai couldn't find her when he came back?

While thinking about it, someone walked around behind her.

The familiar breath made her raise her eyebrows and smile unpreparedly: "Have you finished your work yet?"

The rustling person didn't answer for a while, she only felt the long hair being passed through and combed by the slender fingers, and finally tied with something.

Quietly waiting for him to finish fiddling, Gan Xunguang turned around with a smile.Osamu Dazai was lying on the back of the bench, looking at her with a smile on his cheek.

She stroked the end of her hair, and the words in her mouth froze suddenly.

In the long hair tied up, a beautiful headband of sunflowers with gold background hangs down.The moment the crimson flowers came into her eyes, the tears she held back all the way burst out of her eyes, and she was stunned.

"Tattoos are too painful, why not replace them with this one."

Dazai Osamu's voice was right next to her ears, she couldn't hold back any longer, and began to cry.

Sitting on the bicycle again, the "Silver Dragon" carried her who couldn't stop crying and Osamu Dazai who sighed helplessly across the seashore.

In the tears, the cityscape of Yokohama shone with shocking beauty.The sea wind is strong, and the sunflower headband flutters like a butterfly with wings.The waves in the port are like the tide of emotion in her chest——