This famous detective is too cute

Shiraishi Katsumi looked at Shiraishi Yuki with an embarrassed smile on his face and knew that there must be something that this girl didn't explain to him.

"...I won't ask too many questions, you should take care of yourself."

Katsumi Shiraishi knew that the Kaitou Kidd always paid attention to gems, so the blue amber he photographed might also attract the attention of the other party, but that thief has always been very good at creating momentum for himself, and the Suzuki Group also relied on him before in the ordinary People have done a lot of free publicity. The Baishi Group happened to celebrate the anniversary. It would be nice to have a magician who came to perform for free.

But didn't Shiraishi Yuki get involved with the people from the Armed Detective Agency in Yokohama before, and the focus of that group of people should be on the Metropolitan Police Department bombing that is still under intense investigation. For the anniversary of Best Group?

He didn't believe it.

"It won't be a big problem..."

Shiraishi Yuki nodded, looked at Shiraishi Katsumi's violet eyes, and added guiltily, "It should."

"Tsk."

Katsumi Shiraishi couldn't help but be speechless when he heard this round.

Why does this little girl in my family feel that the older she gets, the less stable she becomes?

How long had she been in Yokohama?

Katsumi Shiraishi lowered his eyes, fingered the armchair bit by bit, and began to figure out how much backhand he needed to prepare to maintain the anniversary.

"It won't be a big problem."

Seeing Shiraishi Katsumi's eyes full of distrust, Shiraishi Yuki couldn't help but increase his voice, "I'm just here to help."

Of course the big head is still at the Armed Detective Agency. Judging from what Edogawa Ranpo and the others mean, the main battlefield is definitely not in Tokyo, but in Yokohama, and there is a high probability that it will be at the international tourism festival that attracts attention at home and abroad.

"..."

Shiraishi Katsumi was noncommittal, his eyes began to fall on the white-haired dog who was lying on his back while Shiraishi Yuki was rubbing his belly, and his little jiojio was lying on his back. The little thing slept quite comfortably, and his belly was exposed .

The sound of knocking on the armchair paused, and he opened his hand slightly, as if he wanted to caress the puppy's belly from the air.

"I'll ask Awang for help then."

Noticing Shiraishi Katsumi's gaze, Shiraishi Yuuki raised the puppy's two paws and smiled flatteringly at Shiraishi Katsumi.

"Instead of looking for him, you might as well look for the owner of the pet shop."

Hearing Shiraishi Yuki's words, Shiraishi Katsumi withdrew his eyes, and he expressed slight dissatisfaction with Shiraishi Yuki's plan to take Gouzi away.

"Count D?"

Hearing Shiraishi Katsuji's words, although it was very clear that the other party was trying to prevent him from taking away his white-haired puppy, he still seriously considered his suggestion.

"Indeed... There may be several animals on D's side that can help..."

For example, the pigeons that the magician likes to use the most, but now he has moved the shop to the Chinatown in Yokohama, and I don’t know if it will take too much time to go back and forth...

And that person is not necessarily willing to lend those precious ancestors in his store.

"Miss Yuuki!"

Shiraishi Yuki and Shiraishi Katsumi came to the small meeting room after greeting each other. Atsushi Nakajima was sorting out the materials by himself, and turned his head when he heard Shiraishi Yuki's voice.

"Thank you, I brought some snacks... where are Dazai-san and Tanizaki-san?"

Shiraishi Yuki smiled reassuringly at the little tiger, turned around and found that two people were missing.

"Mr. Dazai said that he had other matters to investigate, so he went out alone. According to Mr. Tanizaki... The Armed Detective Agency happened to have received other commissions from Tokyo, so he helped to investigate on the spot."

Atsushi Nakajima touched the back of his head and said, "I was supposed to go out to participate in the investigation, but because there are still some information that I need to help find, so I didn't go out."

——Mihuacho·Daihei Building Top Floor·Cocktail Bar——

Osamu Dazai walked to the bar in a sand-colored windbreaker, and greeted the bartender very familiarly.

"Yo, get me a whiskey."

The cocktail bar in the evening was empty, and there were not many customers.

Osamu Dazai's voice overwhelmed the soft background music when it sounded in the bar.

The bartender looked at him and silently offered him a glass of whiskey, hoping that the guest who seemed to be bluffing would shut up.

"Thanks."

His kite-colored eyes narrowed slightly at the clear wine that was pushed in front of him, and his bandaged hand stretched out from his sleeve, holding the wine glass filled with round ice cubes.

"What a rare visitor. I didn't expect you to appear here. Didn't you hear that you died a long time ago?"

He didn't sit in front of the bar for a long time when a new customer suddenly sat beside him.

It was a foreign woman with long orange hair and brown eyes. She wore small light-colored sunglasses, hiding the guarded look in her eyes deeply behind her back.

"Ah, you really change your appearance every time I see you, you are worthy of being the 'Witch with Thousand Faces'."

Osamu Dazai took a sip of whiskey before turning his head and exhaling hot and sweet breath towards the person who came.

"Sasha, oh, or should I call you... Belmode?"

Through the lens, the brown eyes quietly looked at the kite-colored eyes that were staring at her. Those eyes narrowed slightly, looking like a lazy cat, with an incomprehensible deep chaos.

"If you remember... you know how to please me, my boy."

She sighed softly, looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar face in front of her, with a little melancholy on her face.

"Then it should be called Belmode." As if confirmed, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes and tapped the glass on the bar with his fingers, making a crisp sound.

"After all, this code name is the only truth you admit."

Hearing what Osamu Dazai said, Belmode naturally showed a trace of irritation.

"It seems that your sweet talk that could have induced Eve to swallow the snake fruit has also faded with the passage of time, boy, you have become very irritating now."

"I'm a naughty bad boy."

"Then what purpose did the naughty boy come here for?"

"I remember that you were issued a shark-chasing order by the port Mafia because of your defection, and it hasn't been eliminated yet?"

"That, it's just a silly prank by Mr. Mori."

"It's you, the leader's dream of longevity hasn't woken up yet?"

The two looked at each other for a while, Belmode looked back, she shrugged and lowered her head, pulled out a lady's thin cigarette, lit it to her mouth, and took a puff, "Shouldn't you people with supernatural powers stay in Yokohama all the time? Why did you come to Tokyo all of a sudden?"

"Well, you also know that a lot of messy things have been mixed up recently," Osamu Dazai said, pointing to his face, "I am a law-abiding detective now, and I have to rely on commissions to make a living."

"Just you, still obey the law?"

Hearing Osamu Dazai's words, no matter how strong Belmode's heart can bear, he couldn't help showing Yue's expression.

She was deeply mocked by Osamu Dazai's words.

"Don't look at me like that. There's a saying in the country next door that people should look at each other with admiration after three days. I've been separated from you for more than three years."

"Don't talk nonsense with you, what do you want me for?"

It was rare for Belmode to come to Tokyo, and she had a lot of things on hand. At this moment, the phone was buzzing in her pocket, and she didn't need to think about it to know that it was Gin who was calling her serially.

She didn't have time to engage in any more temptations with Osamu Dazai, and she might as well smoke two more cigarettes if she had that time.

"Did you know about the explosion at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department?"

Osamu Dazai saw the impatient expression on Belmode's face, so he let it go as soon as he saw it, and mentioned his purpose.

"Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department? Ah, you said that explosion... I've heard about that too, it's amazing."

"Sure enough, you know that organization too." Osamu Dazai raised his slender eyebrows as he looked at Belmod's expression, "A friendly reminder, because they targeted our family's Mr. Ranpo over there, so we plan to find our way back." He said so, and he didn't miss the slightly flustered look on Belmode's face when he learned that he joined Edogawa Ranpo's side.

Very well, she and the organization behind it are very aware of the importance of Edogawa Ranpo.

"So, I'm going to ask you for help, about the members of that organization, and any possible clues."

"Sweetheart, as a member of the underground forces, there is no conflict between us and that organization. Where do you have the confidence that I will help you?"

Hearing Osamu Dazai's words, Belmode shook the cigarette butt in his hand, and laughed hard.

"This is a great opportunity for me to owe you a favor, Sasha."

Osamu Dazai kept smiling, "You also know that my favor is rare, right?"

"But at that time, you were one of the 'double blacks' of the mafia at the port, the one with the blood of countless mafia on your hands."

"Now you are just an inconspicuous detective who was chased by a shark by the port mafia and hid in a detective agency."

"No money, no influence."

"Why do you ask me to help you?"

"But we have Mr. Ranpo."

Another was Destiny's Child.

Belmode noticed that Osamu Dazai's tone of speech hadn't changed since he first met her, and it was still mild and soft that was slightly frivolous.

The tone is firm and confident, very confident.

Belmode suppressed the smile on his face, and stared at him for a while again with his colored eyes wearing colored lenses.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone in the pocket can be clearly heard in the quiet bar.

Osamu Dazai made a please-please gesture towards her.

"Sorry."

Belmode finally chose to answer the phone first, otherwise the dog Gin would definitely sue the boss.

"Gin."

Looking at the caller ID, Belmode spoke in a very aggressive tone.

"Why are you only answering the phone now? What's the matter with you?"

Gin Jiu, who was on the other end of the phone and was not connected because he made several calls in a row, was also in a very bad mood. His tone was colder than Belmode's.

"I ran into an old friend, and I was talking about the old days, but I was interrupted by you before I had a few words."

"Hmph," Gin snorted coldly when he heard Belmore's words. If Belmore had any old friends, she wasn't even in Tokyo.

It's nothing more than a personal matter or you don't want to talk to him?

It's okay, you have to spoil you for a reason.

"There are so many calls in such a hurry, tell me, what else do you need my help for?"