After retirement I became a guardian of troubled youth

The young man stepped up the steps lightly, smiled and greeted the people he met along the way, and joked with them from time to time, and finally came to an office at the end of this floor.

He stood firm, with a smile on his face, bent his index finger and knocked on the door twice.

One heavy and one light, with an interval of three seconds in between.

After a while, footsteps came from far and near, and the person inside opened the door impatiently, and dragged the young man in by his collar.

Even being treated so roughly, the young man still smiled.

He skillfully sat on the sofa opposite the desk, straightened his collar, poured himself a glass of red wine, and then raised his head with a smile, and looked at the person in front of him again.

The red wine glass was tilted slightly, and the liquid in the glass seemed to be pouring out in the next second. The young man maintained this movement, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Chuya, don't you want to see me so much?"

"In no mood."

Zhong Yuan also leaned on the desk, folded his arms around his chest, and looked down at him with displeasure.

"What are you doing here again?"

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently and sighed: "Chuya...you are so impatient with me."

"Yeah, so you know?" Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows, and raised his chin towards the door, "Then walk slowly."

"That can't be done." Osamu Dazai put down his wine glass and looked up at him.

"I really have something important to do today and I need to come to Zhongya."

The blood-red wine in the goblet began to swirl when he opened his mouth, gradually converging into a small inverted tornado shape.

Osamu Dazai leaned forward, stared at it with interest, and continued,

"Don't worry, Chuya will not be disappointed this time."

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, stepped forward quickly, and pressed the mouth of the cup.

The small inverted tornado disappeared without a trace in a breath.

Zhongyuan Zhongye leaned forward, half-closed his eyes, and there was a dangerous breath in his eyes.

"When did you never say that?"

But Osamu Dazai didn't care about the danger at all. He sighed in frustration, raised his eyes and looked at Nakahara Nakaya, "We have been partners for so long, you should trust me a little bit."

Chuya Zhongya: "Heh."

He didn't want to talk nonsense with others, so he stretched out his hand and touched Osamu Dazai's jacket pocket.

Osamu Dazai stepped back, his surprised expression extremely exaggerated.

"That's not good?"

Zhong Yuan also glared at him.

In the next second, Osamu Dazai laughed, flipped his wrist, and held a note between his fingers.

"Here~"

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at him, grabbed the note and scanned it, frowning, "What is this?"

Osamu Dazai responded happily: "Address."

Nakahara Chuya: "I can't see that this is an address? Where is it?"

Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin, "Why don't you guess it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, threw the note back into his arms, and said to him: "I'm not interested."

"Ah, is that so..." Dazai Osamu held up the note, read it under the lamp, and said regretfully, "This is the address of their base camp."

Before he finished speaking, his hands were empty, and the note had been snatched away again.

Osamu Dazai put down his hands, and looked at Chuya Nakahara with a half-smile, with a hint of ridicule.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also spoke one step ahead of him: "Shut up."

"Oh." Osamu Dazai responded and closed his mouth resentfully.

After a while, he asked again: "Are you going?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked him back: "Are you so kind?"

Osamu Dazai admitted heartily: "Of course not~"

He shook his head under Zhongye's strange gaze, and said, "This is a perfect opportunity to use Zhongye as a spear."

"I won't miss it—" Osamu Dazai changed his voice, still looking excited, "So, why don't you go?"

Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows, but before he could respond, the office door was suddenly pushed open again.

Edogawa ran in with a lollipop in his mouth, sat down on the office chair, and walked around happily twice.

The remaining two looked at him silently.

"What are you looking at me for?" Edogawa scrambled to the ground, stopped his chair, "Go ahead."

Nakahara Chuya: "Is there something wrong?"

"Hmm..." Edogawa dragged his voice in response, his eyes passed him and fell behind Osamu Dazai, "I feel that Dazai is very busy recently, and I can't find anyone at all."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

"It's a rare opportunity today, so I came to see him." Edogawa Ranbu bit the lollipop's candy stick, "What if I don't see you again in the future, right?"

At the end of his speech, he tilted his head towards Osamu Dazai, showing a meaningful smile.

"How could it be?" Osamu Dazai also smiled back at him, "If Mr. Ranpo wants to see me, obviously he can do it anytime."

"It's Mr. Ranpo recently...it seems that he doesn't eat small cakes much."

The two of them were talking to each other with unclear meanings, and Nakahara Chuya folded his arms and listened uninterestedly.

With his head down, he folded the paper several times, put it in his pocket, and asked casually, "Are you done talking?"

Osamu Dazai: "It's over."

Edogawa Ranpo: "Not yet."

The two spoke at the same time, but what they said was completely different answers.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at them with a little surprise.

Osamu Dazai shrugged at him, "It seems that Mr. Ranpo is actually here to find you this time."

"It's the same for anyone." Edogawa Ranpo stood up, walked around the desk and came in front of Nakahara Chuya, and spread his palms towards him.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

Edogawa puffed his cheeks in disorder, as if dissatisfied with his slowness: "Things!"

Nakahara Chuya: "What?"

He looked at Dazai.

Although he keeps saying that he doesn't trust him, but when he is really in trouble, he will subconsciously seek advice from his long-time partner.

Dazai Osamu let out a long "Ah—" and suddenly realized that he was extremely hypocritical.

He didn't respond to Nakahara Chuya's gaze, but looked directly at Edogawa Ranpo, shook his index finger at him, and said, "No, Mr. Ranpo."

Edogawa Ranpo didn't even give him a look, he stared at Nakahara and responded: "Don't interrupt - I want that address."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "Why?"

"Of course I have something to do on my own!" Edogawa waved his hands in disorder, "Will you give it?"

Osamu Dazai replied instead of Chuya Nakahara: "No~"

Edogawa stared at him wildly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled, and adjusted his hat, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ranpo."

Edogawa Ranpo's angry gaze immediately turned back.

"Although we don't like each other, we are more or less partners. Mr. Ranpo should not interfere with our own affairs." Zhongya Nakahara said, "You can use your spare time to eat more delicious food."

"I heard that the store you have always liked before recently launched a new product."

Edogawa Ranpo: "..."

He looked at this, looked at that, and suddenly snorted.

"If you don't give it, you won't give it." He turned around and walked out angrily. When he was almost at the door, he stopped suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned his head and looked at Zhongyuan Zhongye, "Oh, yes .”

Ranpo Edogawa "kindly" reminded: "Bosses are not allowed to hide information privately."

After speaking, he directly closed the door.

Nakahara frowned unobtrusively, looking at Osamu Dazai, the meaning was self-evident.

Osamu Dazai leaned back on the sofa comfortably, with most of his body sunk in. He waved his hands nonchalantly, and said, "Don't worry, he can't tell the boss."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't believe him either: "Are you so sure?"

"Yes." Osamu Dazai spread his hands, "Anyway, he already got what he wanted."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback, and subconsciously lowered his head to look for it.

The note was still in his pocket and was not taken away.

Seeing his actions, Osamu Dazai burst into laughter: "Chuya, what are you thinking, of course he can't just take it away. Mr. Ranpo has his own thoughts."

At the end, his smile gradually faded, and his tone suddenly sank: "So Zhong Ye, hurry up."

It seemed to be a suggestion, but it also felt a little coercive.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held the note and glanced at him.

In an instant, the dangerous aura lingering around Osamu Dazai disappeared.

He blinked, sat up on the sofa, and walked out lazily, "I'll just wait for the good news from Zhongye."

On this day, Ueno Hikaru pushed Kuroba Kaito for a walk outside the nursing home building as usual.

This is No. 20 eight days after Kaito Kuroba woke up.

During this time, Kuroba Kaito was in a much better mental state than when he just woke up, and he was gradually able to move around on his own.

Every time Miyano Shiho came to examine him, he would be a little surprised at his recovery ability, and then he would scan him up and down with the eyes of a scientific researcher looking at a mouse.

It seemed that he wanted to dissect him in a way.

Hikaru Ueno supported the wheelchair, stood under the tree, and watched Kaito Kuroba sitting cross-legged on the grass, chatting with a few little boys.

Although this nursing home is a place to accommodate the wounded and important personnel of the organization, there will also be some family members who live there for a long time.

Like these kids.

They are all the children of a member of the organization.

The parents of some children have no way to come back after performing tasks outside, and the parents of some children will never come back.

Kuroba Kaito remembered their affairs clearly.

Occasionally, when the two of them are alone, a little bit will be listened to by Hikari Ueno.

He seems to remember many things very clearly, except his own.

Kaito Kuroba rarely mentioned himself to Hikari Ueno, let alone his injuries.

He didn't say anything, and Ueno Hikari tacitly didn't ask.

Similarly, Kuroba Kaito never asked about him.

Just treat it as normal.

However, during this period of time, other core figures in the organization gradually knew the true origin of Hikaru Ueno.

Kudo Shinichi told them.

That young man who still looks like a teenager is unexpectedly mature and reliable.

And it looks a lot like Kaito.

Ueno Hikari's eyes slid back to Kuroba Kaito.

The young man was telling some interesting things to those children, and he laughed very happily.

Hikaru Ueno watched, and raised his lips involuntarily.

Suddenly a person ran over from a distance and stopped in front of him, looking panicked and out of breath.

"That, that, Mr. Ueno." The man barely stopped, put his hands on his knees and took a few breaths, "Mr. Kudo asked you to go over."

Hikaru Ueno froze for a moment, a little surprised.

During the time he came here, Kudo Shinichi never took the initiative to look for him since he entered the information that day.

There is very little actual communication between them, only occasionally when they pass each other in the corridor, there will be a momentary eye contact.

Now he suddenly took the initiative to come to him, or let others help to send the message...

Ueno Hikari looked serious, and asked the man, "What's the matter?"

The young man shook his head blankly: "I don't know..."

Hikaru Ueno: "He's in the office?"

The young man nodded again and again, and added: "It seems. It seems to be quite urgent. He asked you to go there as soon as possible."

"I see." Ueno Hikaru nodded and glanced at Kuroba Kaito.

He was drawing something on the grass with a branch, as if he didn't notice the situation here at all.

The young man asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

Ueno shook his head, turned and left.

Not long after he walked out, Kaito Kuroba, who had been immersed in drawing, suddenly raised his head and looked in his direction as if he sensed something.

Kuroba Kaito stared at his back, watching him walk into the building, his expression gradually became serious.

The boys around him tugged at his sleeves and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kuroba Kaito shook his head and looked away.

He smiled, diverted the matter, and re-drawn the unfinished puppy.

The young man looked normal, but since then, there has been a bit of unresolved worry in his brows and eyes.