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The gray-haired man, that is, the manager of the coffee shop, saw the strangeness, smiled, and said softly: "It's nothing, it will stop after a while, all guests don't have to worry."

The voice above quickly became much smaller.

Kitahara Mizuno secretly cooled the coffee with his own ice, drank it in a few sips, and looked at the bottomed out coffee cup regretfully. Drinking like this was a waste of money, but there was nothing he could do.

"Guest?" The store manager saw the handsome young man with a childish face stand up, and subconsciously looked at his coffee cup, showing a rare surprise. The coffee is very hot, and he drank it all in such a short time. .

Is the throat all right?The store manager was a little worried.

"Your coffee is delicious, I will come again." Kitahara Mizuno said while turning around, and walked away quickly.

Fourth floor.

Kitahara Mizuno went up to the fourth floor in one breath and stood in front of a door of the Armed Detective Agency.

The movement came from behind this door.

"Dazai, don't mess with me!"

"I saw hell~ haha~ hell~ there are a lot of small mushrooms~ bright red and green~ let's eat together, Kunikida-kun~"

Kitahara Mizuno paused as he knocked on the door, a little doubt popped up in his mind: Seeing hell?

The combination of small mushrooms and red and green color schemes is the bitterness of hell.

The dead who seriously injured others because of slander and jealousy will be planted with this poisonous weed on the wound, and tongue-plucking bitterness will take root in the wound of the dead.

but eat?

Kitahara Mizuno thought a lot for a few seconds, then continued to lower his hand and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong."

"Mr. Kunikida, there seems to be someone knocking on the door outside." A young man's voice came out faintly, mixed with the rippling voice that was talking in a mess.

"what?"

Kitahara Mizuno knocked on the door again: "Hello, is anyone there?"

"I'm going to open the door." A girl said.

A while after the sound fell, the door was opened, and a little girl in a red kimono came into my eyes, with a calm expression and a polite tone: "May I ask what you want?"

"Hahahaha——" There was a burst of loud laughter, very rampant.

Quan Jinghua's expression didn't change in any way: "Please don't pay attention to the voice inside, it will be dealt with soon."

From this angle, Kitahara Mizuno could only see normal office attire, no one else, and the source of that voice was behind a wall he couldn't see.

"Jinghua, is this the client?" Another man came out from inside, holding a notebook in his hand, and pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose.

Here it comes, workaholics!

Kitahara Mizuno became vigilant subconsciously, and realized that this was not hell, and the repeated jumping emotions made him feel a little suffocated.

"What's wrong with this guest?" Kunikida Doppo asked suspiciously.

"Mr. Kunikida! I really can't handle it alone!" A miserable voice came.

"Dun Jun, come on." This is another brisk male voice.

"Dun Jun, you need to press that acupuncture point on him, yes, it's almost there, I heard that pressing that acupuncture point can make people feel stomach pain..." This is another female voice.

Kunikida Doppo had veins twitching on his forehead, endured his irritability, and faced the young man in front of him who was suspected to be the client with a smile, and forcibly softened his tone: "Please don't care about it, it's just a fool who ate poisonous mushrooms, and he will soon die." will recover."

"Are you going to entrust us with something?"

The blue veins on this man's forehead are very clear, Kitahara Mizuno looked at the forced smile and the forced polite and gentle tone of the other party, thinking that this man's endurance is really good.

"I was commissioned to deliver a letter to Osamu Dazai of the Armed Detective Agency."

"Dazai?" Kunikida Doppo crushed the pen in his hand.

Kitahara Mizuno and Izumi Kyoka looked at the pen on Kunikida Doppo's notebook that was broken in half at the same time.

Kunikida Doppo quickly destroyed the body, put the two pieces of the pen into his pocket, put the back of his hand against his lips and coughed: "Well, did you say someone delivered a letter to Dazai? Are you the postman?"

The outstanding young man in front of him doesn't look like a postman at all, at least, no professional postman will have long hair that reaches his waist, which is very obstructive and hot.

Although he doesn't look aggressive, he still needs to be vigilant.

In case there is a bomb in the letter...

"No, Mr. Dazai's friend asked me to deliver the letter to him," Kitahara Mizuno explained in a good-tempered manner, "I need to confirm with myself in person." By the way, I will charge the courier fee.

But Nakahara also said that Osamu Dazai often pays on credit in coffee shops... The villain in Kitahara Mizuno's heart showed a sad expression, Mr. Dazai, doesn't he have little money?

"Dazai's friend?" Kunikida Doppo was even more puzzled. He frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai who was dancing around because he ate poisonous mushrooms again. A lot of information and analysis quickly flashed through his mind.

It is too suspicious to analyze from the point of view of Osamu Dazai's friend.

Osamu Dazai knew that there were only a few people who could be said to be his friends in detail, and a phone call would do. There was no need to ask someone to deliver a letter.

"Can I go in?" Kitahara Mizuno pointed inside, he was very curious about the situation inside.

Kunikida turned sideways to make room for the entrance: "Actually, the person who ate the poisonous mushroom was Dazai. You need to wait for a while, come in first."

Kitahara Mizuno entered from the space vacated by Kunikida Doppo, once he entered, he looked around the whole room, it was quite well arranged.

After entering, the blind spot in the field of vision disappeared, Kitahara Mizuno couldn't wait to look at the source of the sound——

A brown-haired man stood on a desk with his feet spread apart, acting like a monkey. Although he looked silly now, the face that made people feel amazing at first glance still made Kitahara Mizuno unaware dislike.

A good-looking person can still look good if he does something stupid.

The Yan-control demon fox Kitahara Mizuno looked at that face a few more times before walking to the sofa and sitting down under the guidance of Izumi Jinghua.

There are lush vegetation blocking the view to the other side.

Kunikida Doppo sighed, "I'm really sorry for letting you see such a scene."

"fine."

Kunikida Dopō turned around, his back was irritable and decisive, and quickly rushed to the front line: "Bastard Dazai hurry up and wake me up!"

The sound was so loud that the surroundings seemed to be silent for a moment.

Quan Jinghua brought over the brewed tea, and said to Kitahara Mizuno: "They are not like this."

Kitahara Mizuno chuckled: "Is this explanation too pale in the current situation?"

Quan Jinghua's expression was still indifferent, but she just looked over there faintly.

After a while of chaos, Kunikida came over dragging Dazai Osamu's back collar, yes, the kind of mopping, mopping the floor.

Kunikida Doppo took a deep breath, threw Dazai Osamu on the sofa, rubbed his temples: "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay," Kitahara Mizuno found it interesting, and looked at the gasping Dazai, "Is he awake?"

"Barely sober..." Dazai Osamu said bitterly, adjusted his position and sat up, his kite-colored eyes were extremely beautiful.

Some people are born to be the gathering point of the crowd's eyes. Out of the fox's nature of loving beauty, Kitahara Mizuno's gaze passed over Dazai Osamu's face once.

Each of the three-dimensional facial features seems to be drawn by an artist's pen, and the brush draws beautiful lips and eyebrows.

Especially those iris-colored eyes, which have a strong color of life, not referring to the infinite enthusiasm for life, but referring to the soul of this person.

The taste that the monsters like, the turbulent soul, and the complexity of itself are more fascinating to the monsters than the coffee downstairs.

Speaking of which, the orange-haired young man I met just now seems to have a unique soul.

That little blonde girl has no soul, she is definitely not human.

That seemingly ordinary 30-year-old man had only been in contact for a while, so he couldn't see through it for the time being.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai noticed Kitahara Mizuno's gaze, and said with great interest as if he had discovered a new world: "People have always said that I am handsome, but I only like girls, and men..."