Yokohama Notes of a Miss Wizard

Hearing Ozaki Koyo's joking question, Nakahara also rolled his eyes.

"Sister! You don't know, this guy always says that after dumping someone, as if those girls who were crying have nothing to do with him at all."

As he spoke, he gave a "tsk" and sighed: "But this time he can suffer such a loss, I really admire that little girl."

"He is a good seedling who can be ruthless and turn his face ruthlessly."

The orange-haired boy thought of the girl's resilience when facing him, and couldn't help feeling a little more fond of the girl from the bottom of his heart.

Chuya Nakahara: As long as you hate Osamu Dazai, we are on the same front.

Seeing that the misunderstanding could not be solved, Dazai Goose gave up the struggle on his own accord, and only waited for Koyo Ozaki to contact him to put on the armor.

With the power of the Mafia cadres at the port, it is not difficult for people to shut their mouths and weave a wisteria armor.

Soon, Koyo Ozaki received the finished armor from his subordinates.

She put the exquisite wisteria flower armor on the body of Dazai Goose who was pretending to be dead, and her delicate operation did not damage even a single petal.

Osamu Dazai, who put on the armor, lost his feathers and changed from a black swan back to a boy.

He lowered his head and blinked like he was just waking up from a big dream. He blinked away his confusion and thinking, and restored his old scheming and unpredictable image.

The black-haired boy held his forehead with one hand with some headaches, and pretended to be heartbroken, "Ah, yes, Al said yesterday that he fell in love with me at first sight, but today he is so cruel to me. Girls are really unpredictable ~"

"Yesterday?" Koye Ozaki put down his teacup, swallowed the exasperating words that came to his lips, and asked, "Is that girl really a witch?"

Based on the existing information she collected, she thought that the girl might have come from the magic side of the clock tower or some unknown magic association, but now it seems that the situation is different.

At least judging from Osamu Dazai’s transformation experience this time, the possibility of modern Western magic can be ruled out, and the words “become a swan and you need to wear armor to transform back into a human” and “transformation into a frog and swan is a tradition”...

It's really a fairy tale.

It seems to be "The Wild Swan" and "The Frog Prince", right?

After Koyo Ozaki updated the information in her mind, she looked at Osamu Dazai again: "It seems that the girl is the one you met at the scene of the death of the chief officer yesterday. You must know a lot about her situation, otherwise she would not Shoot at you."

After all, it is also the mafia, and the little witch did not turn Zhongya into an animal, which shows that she is still not ready to actively hurt others.

Is it a delicate flower that blooms in the sun...

She caressed the teacup full of hot tea, the steaming mist blurred her expression, making it impossible to understand her thoughts.

"My eldest sister may not agree, but I have some new ideas now."

Osamu Dazai didn't drink tea, he stood up and waved to the two like the princesses in fairy tale movies that remained in his memory.

"The lovely Miss Witch seems to like Andersen more."

"Well, I hope she likes The Little Mermaid too~"

The black-haired boy in a coat stood on tiptoe, turned around in a circle, and left the building of Ozaki Momiji.

Only the other two were left looking at each other.

"Mackerel has turned into an animal and become addicted?" Zhongyuan Zhong also tilted his head and asked, "Could it be that he really wants to try to become a frog?"

Ozaki Hongye took a sip of tea, restrained the sympathy she shouldn't have, and said indifferently: "Chuya, let's do his own thing. I can't take care of you when I'm busy here."

Hearing this, Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded and left.

When the figure of the boy disappeared behind the door, the red-haired woman in kimono let out a long sigh.

The teacup was placed back on the table, and the bottom tapped against the table.

"It's a fairy tale with love and hope forever..."

If she could appear earlier, could she still be immersed in that dream without waking up?

After successfully finding the official office of the detective agency, Alvira realized that she did not have the door key of the detective agency when she stood at the door.

Looking at the closed door, she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, then waved her wand to unlock the door.

Quickly found the bulk snacks that Ranbu wanted, and Alvira stuffed them all into her ring.

But as for the "letter" mentioned by Ranpo...

The little black-haired witch failed to find it in the detective agency, and even the divination results showed that "there is no letter in the detective agency."

"So where is the thing that green-eyed guy said!" She pulled out a chair casually, sat on it and complained.

While she was muttering, someone knocked on the door.

Alvira opened the door with some doubts.

Standing outside the door was a postman.

Holding a beautifully packaged letter with clear wax and thick paper in his right hand, he looked her up and down a few times, and asked tentatively, "Are you someone from Mr. Edogawa Ranpo?"

The little witch reached out to pick up the envelope, "I'm a new member of the Armed Detective Agency, and I was entrusted by Ranpo to help him get the snacks and letters."

"This is the letter to him."

Mr. Postman, who is in charge of delivering letters to the detective agency, naturally also understands the habits of Ranpo.

He let go of his right hand, handed over the letter, and smiled reassuringly: "It turns out that the detective agency has found a new member during this period. When will the detective agency close? Be more at ease."

Regarding this issue, Alvira was not very clear either.

She told the truth: "I don't know, anyway, I also hope that the door will be opened earlier."

This place is more suitable for plant growth than Wanxiangtang, with plenty of sunshine and fresh air, which is her favorite environment.

In the process of looking for the letter just now, she even thought about the arrangement of her own station, and she likes it to this degree.

The postman was a little disappointed that he couldn't get the exact opening time. He exchanged a few words and hurried to send the next one off.

As soon as the postman left, Alvira stuffed the letter into her ring, locked the door again with magic, turned back into a black cat and ran downstairs.

She has already got everything she should take, so she is not in such a hurry.

The white gloves curled their tails slowly, strolled among the buildings, and walked slowly towards the direction of Wanxiang Hall.

On the way, I ran into the Sanhua cat who had helped her.

Al Maomao leaned over and purred a few times as if grateful.

Mr. Sanhuamao also licked the hair on the top of her head very friendly, and walked side by side with her for a while, and didn't stop until he reached the entrance of the underground passage.

[Um?Let's go, come with me to eat dried fish! ]

Alvira tilted her head and looked at Sanhuamao for a while, then stepped to his side and pushed him into the entrance with all her strength.

White Gloves has a small body and is not very strong. After pushing for a long time, the three-flowered cat could not move.

The little black cat sat on the ground dejectedly, made a habitual "mi" and then looked up.

Sure enough, the three-colored cat disappeared again, haunted by ghosts.

Flicking her tail in disappointment, Alvira threw her frustration out of her body, and spread her legs towards the underground passage.

As soon as the white gloves of Alvira's incarnation arrived at the door of the lecture hall, Yosano Akiko typed something on the keyboard and turned on the microphone.

"Visitors please stop, please inform your identity and the purpose of your visit."

The little black cat took three steps in parallel, jumped onto the table, and took a look at the computer screen.

At this moment, the man in black on the screen looked up at the monitor.

His right eye and bare wrist were covered with bandages, his black hair was fluffy and soft, and his smile was familiar and unbeatable.

It was Osamu Dazai who had just been turned into a swan by her not long ago.

"Everyone in the detective agency, I am just an ordinary client."

The black-haired boy smiled unhurriedly, but what he said made Alvira's claws go numb.

"I want to entrust Miss Witch in front of the monitoring screen to do me a favor."

"I've updated my plans and I need your help."

After hearing this, Alvira immediately turned back into a human body, hooked the microphone and replied loudly: "I don't want to help you!"

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai chuckled, "Then when the fireworks are in full bloom tomorrow, how much damage will Yokohama suffer... Doesn't your president care?"

Hearing this, Fukuzawa Yukichi cast a questioning look at Alvira.

Alvira turned off the microphone and explained her findings in a low voice.

Fukuzawa Yukichi pondered for a moment, then turned on the microphone: "If I don't make it clear, I won't let my members go with you."

"Then..." Osamu Dazai frowned, stretched out his index finger and nodded his cheek, "The current boyfriend treats the ex-girlfriend to a meal."

If Al is still in the state of a cat now, the fur all over his body is probably going to explode.

She pulled the microphone over, feeling aggrieved, "You clearly know what the truth is like! How dare you say such things?"

Osamu Dazai spread his hands and said helplessly, "Otherwise what should I say?"

"Dear Miss Witch, you have to know that there are some things I just want to say to you alone."

The entire Wanxiang Hall was silent for a few seconds.

In this embarrassingly overwhelmed silence, only one person nonchalantly tore off the wrapping paper on the lollipop.

He stuffed the lollipop into his mouth, sat down next to the monitor, and glanced at the screen.

The green-eyed detective held a lollipop in his mouth and said, "Al won't go with you."

"As for the useless foreshadowing you want to talk about, just throw it away."

"With me here, Al doesn't need to go with you, and he can know your plan."

As he spoke, he glared at the little witch who had brought trouble back, and reached out to beg for what he wanted her to bring back.

Alvira smiled mischievously, and moved the stock of rough snacks named by Mr. Detective to the table.

Finally, she dug out a pack of plainly packaged animal biscuits from the ring and put it in the detective's hand.

The detective turned his head and finished the last sentence with a satisfied expression of "it's not too bad".

"When we finish deciding whether to accept your commission, someone will tell you the result."

"So hurry up and go!"

Edogawa Ranpo let out a breath from his nasal cavity, and turned off the microphone very disdainfully.

He ignored the rough snacks on the table, and unpacked the animal biscuits in two or three strokes.

Seeing him so straightforward, Alvira was so anxious that she even forgot to change the language: "Wait!"

But still failed to stop the detective's action.

He directly took out a biscuit in the shape of a cat and ate it into his stomach.

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The author has something to say:

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Why was I so ambiguous when I wrote Zai...?confused.

Ranpo: I won't let you fool the witches of our detective agency!Do you know what a witch is?Only Al, who is unique to our detective agency, can be called a witch!

Kiss the cuties who chat with me one by one!Today is also a day I want to chat with you 233333

感谢在2020-10-2518:38:11~2020-10-2617:13:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: x_xlll, 1 bottle of Safi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!