coser's employment guide

"Perfunctory!" Edogawa sat on the desk in disorder, biting the potato chips fiercely, "It's too perfunctory!! Talking nonsense without even making a little superficial modification, it's disgusting!!"

Atsushi Nakajima frantically walked around Ranpo Edogawa trying to coax Mr. Detective into peace. Osamu Dazai was lying on the sofa leisurely with his legs crossed, his face was covered by the pages of "Complete Suicide Manual" spread out. The voice below was a bit vague, "Don't worry, Dun-jun, Mr. Ranpo won't be really angry because of such a trivial matter."

Edogawa Ranpo's voice became louder, "I'm really angry!"

"Is Edogawa Ranpo in this world such a childish guy?" The young man who was rescued leaned against the door as if he had no bones, with a casual smile on his face, "You guys really worked hard."

"You are the childish guy!" Edogawa rolled his eyes in Ranpo, and threw the unopened bag of potato chips at the young man, "Ranpo-sama is open-minded, please eat this bag of potato chips."

The young man raised his hand and easily took the things thrown by Edogawa Ranpo, "This posture doesn't look like simply inviting me to eat potato chips."

"If you want to make me angry, save yourself, you are me and I am you," Edogawa Ranpo jumped off the chair, took out a tissue and wiped his fingers, "I won't get angry because of such a trivial matter. "

"Okay," the young man tilted his head, "Did Fukuzawa Yukichi raise you here?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was named, straightened his already straight waist even more silently.

Edogawa nodded wildly.

The young man dragged his voice, "Is that so - I just shot a bullet into Fukuzawa Yukichi's chest over there~" The young man smiled, and made a gesture of fireworks with his five fingers open, "Even the silver wolf Sir, the blood splattered after the injury is no different from that of ordinary people."

Edogawa Ranpo didn't know when to open his green eyes. Osamu Dazai raised his hand to take off the book covering his face, and grabbed Atsushi Nakajima who wanted to make a sound to break the frozen atmosphere.A movement came from the gate of the Armed Detective Agency. Akiko Yosano, who went out to buy medical supplies, just opened the door and came back. The young man leaned against the door of the infirmary and greeted Akiko Yosano with a brisk tone: "Welcome back~"

"Ah?" Yosano Akiko looked puzzled, "Thank you?"

Edogawa, who came from another world, stretched his waist randomly, and waved to them, "Anyway, thank you for saving me, whether you get paid or not depends on my mood, I'll go first, see you if there is fate~" the black-clothed Mr. Detective gave Edogawa Ranpo a wink, "Mr. Detective~"

Atsushi Nakajima clutched his heart: Okay, I deserve a beating...Wait a minute, but Mr. Ranpo, how could he think that way!

"That's the expression," Mr. Detective nodded to Atsushi Nakajima in satisfaction, and gave a thumbs up. "This tangled expression is awesome!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi said in a deep voice, "You can't leave now."

The detective in black tilted his head and put his hand in. In the pocket that became stiff with the passage of time due to blood stains, he moved his index finger and snorted, "Huh?"

"Unknown identity, unknown personality, unknown origin," Fukuzawa Yukichi said, and continued when the black-clothed detective frowned and wanted to say something, "The most important thing is that you are single now, I am worried."

Eh?

Mr. Detective blinked, stared at Fukuzawa Yukichi curiously for a while, and said, "It's really scary, Fukuzawa Yukichi would say 'Don't worry about me' to me, this is simply a horrible dream .”

Edogawa raised his chin in disorder, "The president is not only worried about me, but also praised me!"

Edogawa Ranpo's tone was full of childish showing off, and the black-clothed detective shook his head, "Oh my God, if I can't dream like Mr. Hat, then I won't remember to reenact this scene and dream in the future Woke up right away?"

Ranpo Edogawa: "Mr. Hat from the Port Mafia?"

"It's Nakahara Chuya~" The black-clothed detective said happily, "The god who saved Yokohama by himself."

Osamu Dazai didn't know when he sat up, and suddenly said, "You did it."

It was obviously a question sentence, but Dazai Osamu said it in an affirmative tone. The black-clothed detective smiled, and the fingers of his left hand jumped and played a few times in the air like playing a piano, and said briskly: "Yes~"

As if the desire to talk was aroused, Mr. Detective continued, "I have made a deal with Mr. Hat, and at the same time bound the other party." The smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, "I bet Mr. Hat will eventually Find his Sunflower, and he bets I'll complete my revenge purge."

"A perfect happy