How my bad friend and I survived in Yokohama

Today was a fine day, Horihazo got up from the bed early in the morning, grabbed a golden headband and wrapped his hair around casually, and went to the street to buy lottery prizes.

I always feel like I forgot something... what is it?

The silver-haired boy rubbed his chin and conscience, he probably hasn't cheated recently...

He happily ignored a certain flaxen-haired tie gentleman, pinched the small red paper in his hand, scraped it a few times with his nails, and a gust of wind hit.

The piece of paper was blown by the wind, and with Horihazo's happiness, it sank into the river.

Horihazo Hitomi earthquake.

Why is this river again!How!what!again!yes!

Ye Zang was speechless, fastened the hairband with his backhand, stretched himself and jumped into the river.

The water was cold. Although Ye Zang jumped the river many times for the lottery ticket, he couldn't swim. After choking on a few mouthfuls of water, he caught the red paper.

"Good morning~Yazou-kun~"

What kind of black mud is calling me, like pure.Horihazo turned his head and met Dazai Osamu head to head.

"Because this river is so easy to jump in, I couldn't resist getting into the water," Dazai still had the strength to tug on Horihazo's hairband, "Yesterday it was still purple, but today it's golden."

Horihazura choked on a few more sips of water, and Kunikida Doppo's roar came from the shore: "Osamu Dazai! You are a waste device for bandages! Who would go into the water on the way to do the task!!"

Horihazo immediately cast a look at Dazai Osamu, "I have such an old mother, I feel the same way." The little cat Atsushi Nakajima who met yesterday jumped in panic when he saw them, and put his hands on the grass one by one: "Why did Mr. Dazai get into the water again... Ah, and Mr. Hazo!"

"Ahem... woo..." Horihazo spit out a few mouthfuls of water, "I'm trying to get a lottery ticket that might win... Ah, it's so uncomfortable, I feel like my brain is full of water... A madao boy like me has a bad brain... ...What should I do now..."

"Since this is the case, don't go fishing in the first place! Why did you jump into the river for a lottery ticket! And shouldn't it be water in the stomach? Why is it the brain?!" Atsushi Nakajima finally vomited from yesterday to today came out, "What kind of joke is a madao boy!"

"Your complaints are amazing, Atsu-kun!" Osamu Dazai gave a thumbs-up, "By the way, did Ye Zang-kun not report to the detective agency because he bought a lottery ticket?"

"Ah, no," Ye Zang spread out one hand and hammered his palm, "So I forgot this! Sorry, I want to do my favorite thing when I wake up in the morning, so I completely forgot about it!"

"Why do you have to make an expression of suddenly realizing it!" Dun hugged his head, "What is going on with this habit! What are you doing, Mr. Ye Zang!"

"Atsushi and I are the same age," Horihazo reminded, "Since this is the case, there is no need to say honorifics."

Is the focus here? !

"So you bought a lottery ticket?" Osamu Dazai touched Ye Zang's shoulder, "Isn't it because he was afraid of meeting someone? For example, the client in the detective agency now?"

demon!This man is a devil! !

The silver-haired boy opened his eyes wide, trying to make himself look harmless: "What guest?"

"Wow, so I can open it." Osamu Dazai smiled softly, "Before, Ye Zang-kun was always half-opened, I thought it was that kind of eye shape~"

He clamped Horihazou with his arms: "Then let's go~"

Horihazo: ...

This person should not!How can I still have strength after soaking in the water for so long? Is it because the water doesn't mix with the black mud?

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"Good morning, Ranpo-san," Dazai Osamu carried Yozou all the way to the detective agency, "ah, is that strawberry milk over there?"

It's so painful, it's so painful to be carried around... It feels like my stomach is going to melt...

Edogawa Ranpo looked at the silver-haired boy: "Lottery-san fainted."

Osamu Dazai put him on the sofa—he was indeed dizzy and still had a fever. The president and Hideto Abe came out to see him. The gentleman with a tie sighed with a headache: "Thank you so much for bringing him here. do."

"No, no," Dazai held Horihazo's arm affectionately, "I'll be a colleague from now on, and you don't need to thank me at all."

Hideto Abe: "...I didn't mean that, forget it. There should be a note on him—"

When Osamu Dazai touched it, it was a piece of paper soaked in water.

[Mr. Tie, I must have passed out when you saw this piece of paper. If you want to know the answer, wait until I wake up. PS: Come back in three days. 】

Unmoved, Hideto Abe continued to take out another note.

[I really can't help you, so I'll see you in two days, this is the last concession. PSS: Don't flip it, it's really gone, and if you flip it again, you will see terrible things. 】

Hideto Abe was as immobile as a mountain, and caught a capsule in the hidden pocket of his trouser waist, and when he unscrewed it, it turned out to be a note.

"Anyway, it's too weird!" Atsushi Nakajima widened his eyes, "Why can you touch that kind of place, isn't Mr. Abe too skilled?!"

[Your new belt was dirty by me, and I also sacrificed my search light by the way, remember to repair it. PS: I said something terrible will happen, don't you believe it. 】

Hideto Abe left with clenched fists. Before leaving, he searched Horihazou all over, and left disappointed after finding nothing.

"...That's because I'm so angry that I don't want to see people."