Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"Hello, do you need something?"

Only then did Kurikawa Soryu break away from his own thoughts, and noticed this foreigner who came to drink in broad daylight and was wearing a white felt hat. A little embarrassed, asked politely.

He took the time to look at the time, and it was almost time for Atsushi Nakajima to come to help.

"Is there any vodka?"

The black-haired young man looked a little thin, and sat down in front of the bar with a calm expression, causing the sleeping three-flowered cat to wake up suddenly, and rushed to the counter, watching the visitor vigilantly.

For this round but agile cat, the young man who looked a little hunchback stared at the three-colored cat with great interest for a long time, until the cat named Teacher arched his back, the young man wisely looked away.

Turning his eyes to the customer in front of him, Kurikawa Soryu realized that this person seemed to have a fragile feeling.

Under the soft warm light of the bar counter, the young man's face still revealed an unhealthy paleness, and his light-colored lips evoked a smile, like a cooled glass handicraft, fragile and beautiful, making it impossible to feel vigilant and repulsive towards him , He has a kind of affinity that seems to be bewitching.

"Yes, please wait a moment."

It was impolite to stare at people for too long, Kurikawa Soryu looked away, turned around and prepared the drink the customer wanted.

At the stall where Soryu Kurikawa was preparing materials, the glass door of the bar was pushed open again, and the wind chimes made a messy knocking sound, and it could be heard that the person who pushed the door was probably a little rash.

"Kurikawa, good afternoon, I'm coming to work!"

The one who came was Atsushi Nakajima. Although it was not the first time for him to come to a part-time job, the boy with white hair was still a little nervous, but he had an unconscious smile on his face, as if working in a bar was a big deal for him. It made him happy.

"Today I……"

Atsushi Nakajima wanted to talk about the interesting things he met today with his big brother Soryu Kurikawa, who would listen to him very patiently, as before, but suddenly found the Russian man sitting in front of the bar, and immediately lowered his voice, probably thinking that I disturbed the quiet atmosphere that the guests needed, my expression became stiff, and I immediately apologized.

"I'm sorry to bother you..."

But the black-haired young man didn't care about his loud voice as soon as he entered the door, with a smile on his mouth, he raised the wine glass in his hand to Atsushi Nakajima in a friendly manner.

"Good afternoon, Dun-jun, you go and change your clothes first." Kurikawa Soru calmed the little tiger's emotions. He liked this kid who was a little fussy but knew how to reciprocate and was serious about things.

Seeing the fine sweat on Atsushi Nakajima's forehead, Kurikawa knew that he probably came all the way. Although he had a daily salary from a part-time job in a bar, the boy was always reluctant to take public transportation.

Thinking that it would take a lot of effort and time for the little tiger to run over, maybe the child hasn't had lunch yet, so Lifa youth added: "It's not too busy now, if Dunjun hasn't eaten lunch or is hungry, you can go to the kitchen Over there, I accidentally made extra curry rice in the refrigerator, and the microwave is right next to it, so you can heat it up a little bit.”

Hearing that he could leave the embarrassing scene, Atsushi Nakajima agreed almost gratefully. After thanking Soryu Kurikawa, he rushed into the kitchen sullenly.

"Are you a part-time student?" The black-haired young man propping his elbows on the bar and resting his chin suddenly asked.

Kurikawa Soryu was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and replied with a smile: "Yes, Atsushi-kun is a very serious child."

But at this time, the black-haired young man who was still wearing a white Cossack hat stopped talking, just stared at a certain place in the void with grape red eyes, and gently bit the first knuckle of his index finger, as if Thinking about something.

Kurikawa Soryu just thought that he was talking casually just now, and didn't bother him when he saw it, but thoughtfully reduced the movement of wiping the cup.

Just when he was about to put the cleaned cup back into the cupboard behind him, Kurikawa Soryu heard the young man behind him suddenly ask, "What did you mean by that sentence just now?"

"Which sentence?" Kurikawa Soryu was not sure what he meant, this guest was really a bit strange.

"That's the sentence, do what you want," said the unknown black-haired youth in Japanese, and repeated it in German with an accent, "TUWASDUWILLST."

"This," Kurikawa Soryu smiled, pretending to be casually answered, "It's an urban legend I read on the Internet. I heard that there is a pendant with this sentence engraved on the back that can grant the owner's wish."

"But legends are legends after all, and no one would believe such an outrageous thing." Seeing that the young man's glass was empty, Kurikawa Soryu lamented that he had a good drinker while refilling his glass. The story of the necklace is just interesting, are you interested in this too?"

"Urban legend," the sickly young man wearing a Cossack hat brushed his lips against the tooth marks he left on the first knuckle of his index finger, and put on a smile that was not a smile on his pale face.

Those beautiful grape-red eyes, as bright as marbles in grape-flavored pop soda, suddenly moved closer, and Kurikawa Soryu could almost smell the vodka in the young man's breath.

"But what if I say it's true?" The black-haired young man approached and said in a joking tone, but it gave another sense of convincing, as if he had really seen it with his own eyes. Olin fulfills the wishes of others as well.

"Maybe." Kurikawa Soryu could only maintain a polite smile on his face, trying to evade it.

Fortunately, the guest didn't continue the topic, drank the remaining vodka in one gulp, paid the bill and left.

"Heh." Fyodor walked out of the bar, chuckled, and his eyes were involuntarily stained with darkness.

"Olin?" He muttered again, subconsciously biting the tooth mark on his index finger again.

And Soryu Kurikawa, who was still cleaning the cups in the bar, didn't know what the guests who had just left were thinking, and just thought he had met a strange guest.

"How does it taste, Don?"

Seeing Atsushi Nakajima eating happily, Soryu Kurikawa also felt the joy of being recognized for his cooking skills.

"Very tasty!"

No matter how many times you taste it, Kurikawa Soryu's craftsmanship can impress Atsushi Nakajima at once.The white-haired boy ate so much that his head was almost buried in the bowl, and he praised him repeatedly.

"Hahaha, that's good. I'm still worried about putting too much salt. When I prepared bento for Yihua before, she would complain that I put too much salt and pepper." Maybe it was the way Atsushi Nakajima ate. Kurikawa Soryu recalled the past, and the young man with chestnut hair looked at the boy with rice grains on the corner of his mouth and said suddenly.

"But I don't blame her. After all, my craftsmanship was really not very good at that time. I still remember that I accidentally misjudged the dosage of the seasoning, but Yihua actually ate it all. When I ate it by myself Just discovered."

"Who is Yihua?" Atsushi Nakajima was a little curious when he heard the strange name.

"My sister is the best sister in the world."

But it seems that he has never heard of Kurikawa. Atsushi Nakajima glanced at the nostalgic expression of his favorite big brother, and seemed to know something, and silently swallowed this sentence together with the curry rice.

"By the way, Dunjun, is your supernatural power still difficult to control?"

Hearing the question from the young man opposite, Atsushi Nakajima quickly swallowed the rice, because of some timidity in his heart, he almost choked on the rice grains.

"Yes..." The white-haired boy with uneven and strange bangs replied hesitantly, he didn't raise his eyes to peek at the expression of the young man opposite him, but he didn't know that his little movements were completely seen by others.

"When it comes to the night of the full moon, I can't control it."

Atsushi Nakajima looks a bit lonely, he is kind and sensitive by nature, his out of control ability not only brings him the fear of hurting others, but also the incorrect treatment of the dean because of his ability way sad.

"Do you want to control your supernatural power?"

Atsushi Nakajima, who had been plucking at the rice grains in the bowl in a low mood, trying to calm his appetite, suddenly heard these words that sounded like heaven, from Soru Kurikawa, he had always been very fond of this older brother Trust, without a hint of doubt, eyes wide open in anticipation for an instant.

"It's a place called the Armed Detective Agency. Many members there are people with supernatural powers like you. I heard that they are recruiting members recently." Kurikawa Soryu recalled using the vest of the ghost fire spirit to inquire at the Armed Detective Agency. He came up with a solution to the little tiger who was having a headache because of his supernatural power.

"If you don't mind, I can take you to have a try today." Soryu Kurikawa stroked the top of Atsushi Nakajima's hair, and extended an invitation.

"Is it really possible?" Little Tiger's eyes lit up, but soon darkened again, his eyes dodged, as if he had some concerns, "What about Big Brother Kurikawa's shop?"

"It's still in the afternoon, so there won't be any customers in the first place, and with the current situation in Yokohama, even if the store opens at night, it won't have any impact."

The Armed Detective Agency was right in front of him, but Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but clenched the corner of his clothes. His palms were sweating unconsciously, obviously very nervous.

Kurikawa Soryu could see his mood, but it was inevitable, so he just rubbed his head to comfort him.

When they were about to push open the door of the Armed Detective Agency, they met a brown-skinned young man wearing a robe similar to the history of magic, who was none other than the Will-o'-the-wisp.

It was only then that Kurikawa Soryu remembered that his vest was rarely free today, and he was sent downstairs to buy cakes, but he had already reacted to this vest that could act independently according to his own personality, showing a joyful expression.

At this moment, the door of the Armed Detective Agency was pushed open from the inside, and the detective wearing glasses poked his head out because he was still dealing with the case just now, obviously squatting here deliberately at the right time, Li Chuan Seeing this, Shuliu hurriedly took over his vest before the ghost fire spirit exposed more.

"Welcome back." Edogawa Ranpo greeted, but his heart and eyes were full of small cakes.

But even so, it was enough for him to notice the episode just now.

"Oh, so that's the case," Edogawa Ranpo narrowed his eyes, and showed a confident smile, which made Kurikawa Soryu's heart tighten, "Ranpo-sama already knows!"