I write dog blood in Yokohama

In the end, I agreed to the invitation of Chuya Zhongyuan.

The Ability Secret Service Division sent another car to me. After a bad day, I said goodbye to the shopping bags that were kindly sent back, and took a special car back to the house arranged by the government.

By the way, the shopping bag was actually sent to the Appraisal Department, and they said they would let me take it away after checking that there was nothing wrong with it.

……

That's fine, I'm okay with that.

When I got home, I washed it with a disposable toothbrush and fell asleep. The next morning, I was woken up by the doorbell ringing three times.

Speechless, I crawled out of the soft blanket, not knowing who disturbed my dream, I scratched my messy hair, got up from the bed and ran to the porch to look at the cat's eye, I didn't know, I took a step back , turned around and pretended not to hear.

Because when I approached the cat's eye, the bandaged black-haired young man behind the door also suddenly pulled into the distance, and the big eyes with long eyelashes met mine.

"Xiaojiao—"

Dazai Osamu knocked on the door: "I'm here to see you, are you behind?"

"...Mr. Dazai, good morning."

Opening the door with a feeling of outrageousness, Osamu Dazai outside was wearing the same sand-colored windbreaker, with fluffy and soft black curly hair hanging down a bit, a smiling expression on his handsome cheeks, a refreshing breath exuded from all over his body, and he was shaking lightly. Greeting: "Good morning, but it's almost noon now."

what?

I went back to the living room in surprise and glanced at the clock, well, it’s 10:55, there’s nothing I can do about it... Yesterday I used so many supernatural powers, and I even tossed about on the operating table with Akiko Yosano, and I’ve slept till now Not surprising at all.

Anyway, I now have the holidays given by the government, and I don't need to clock in at work, which is great.

His eyes fell on the box in the hands of the black-haired young man. Dazai Osamu noticed my gaze very keenly, raised his hand with a smile, and stroked my slightly curled hair with his knuckle and slender fingers, and his fingers followed the trend Sliding, rubbed my face with fingertips, and said softly: "Did Xiaojiao just wake up?"

"There are marks from the bedding here."

Eh? !

My old face blushed, and I quickly leaned back to avoid his fingers, raised my arm and touched my left cheek with the back of my hand: "Is this... here?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his kite-colored eyes and said with a smile: "I'm just kidding, I just think Xiaojiao who just woke up is very cute."

……

I almost gave him a big roll of my eyes. It’s not like he’s never seen him just waking up. He was lying on the same bed with me before, scheming people, and lying there with sweet words... Thinking about it this way, it’s possible for Osamu Dazai It's been 4 long years and I'm really not as impressed with that one.

The black-haired young man standing opposite didn't stick to this, followed me to open the door to the threshold, and handed over the box in his hand.

"what is this?"

I took it in doubt, remembering that Japan has the habit of opening gifts in person, so I opened it two or three times happily, and it turned out to be a very advanced touch-screen mobile phone inside.

"Jiaojiao's cell phone was broken by Akutagawa, right?" Osamu Dazai bent his head and brought his head closer, the heat from his breath just enough to reach the top of my head: "I got the cell phone he re-bought for you, I went there in person , so that Jo-chan doesn’t have to worry about the phone.”

My eyes lit up all of a sudden, and I looked at the handsome black-haired young man with sparkle, and grabbed his arm: "Thank you, Mr. Dazai."

He's so good, it's unbelievable!

With Osamu Dazai coming forward, the mobile phone that Akutagawa gave me will definitely be back. I’m so beautiful, I quickly pulled my spiritual friend into the living room, motioned him to sit on the sofa first, and went back to my bedroom to install the phone card into the brand new machine In the middle of the day, he poked his head out happily and said to him, "I invite you to have breakfast."

"Okay."

Sitting on the sofa, Osamu Dazai was very docile, the smile on his face remained unchanged, he leaned his slender elbows on the side of the sofa, and complained in a drawn out voice: "I was exhausted yesterday, the work was really hard, I don't want to deal with those ladies at all."

... Do you believe me?

I walked to the bathroom with no expression. I squeezed toothpaste on the disposable toothbrush, turned my head and glanced at the black-haired young man who was slumped on the sofa not far away: "Isn't it just for protection?"

Don't look at me like this, my observation ability has not deteriorated too much. The woman who went to the Armed Detective Agency yesterday was pretty good-looking. She didn't have the muscles that can only be gained through regular exercise. She seemed to have a few burns on her fingers. I don't remember the specific wounds. up.

However, she took out her mobile phone once, and the lanyard hole on the mobile phone was severely worn out. It looked like she had been hanging the mobile phone chain all year round, but when she took it out, it was empty. The other party’s mobile phone screen seemed to be a photo of a cat. At a glance, I still observed that there were more than one pair of hands stroking the cat on the screen, and there was a masculine palm on the cat's rear ass.

Although I had a vague impression of that client, and I was lying on Atsushi Nakajima's back at the time, I was able to judge some situations very well with my own observation skills.

If I had to guess with my brain, I thought for a few seconds, then continued while rinsing my mouth: "Mr. Dazai, someone is pestering that girl, ex-boyfriend or something."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai blinked, raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "That's right."

"The woman's boyfriend who broke up not long ago has been harassing her, so please go to her house for protection. In fact, we didn't find any clues when we got there."

The black-haired young man sitting not far away sighed, and his fluffy bangs fluttered with the movement: "I really can't stay with other girls for a moment. Only when I stay with Xiaojiao can I breathe."

I:……

If you do this again, you will be a ghost if you believe him.

Spitting out the clear water in my mouth, I put the toothbrush and toothbrush back to their original positions with aversion to cold, as if I hadn't heard this guy's affectionate performance.

Looking at myself in the mirror expressionlessly, I wiped my face with water. The cold water made my brain sober up a lot. I turned off the tap and left the bathroom. I didn’t notice Osamu Dazai’s deep eyes staring at me. I went back to the room After changing clothes, he quickly went out with the newest mobile phone he had just got.

***

Before eating, I went to the Supernatural Secret Service Section.

Nonsense, the daily necessities from shopping for most of the day yesterday are still there!I don't know if they have finished the appraisal.

Thinking of this, I simply took out my shiny mobile phone and called Ango Sakaguchi: "Mr. Sakaguchi, hello."

"...It turned out to be the right call this time."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be very surprised, and was silent for a long time before opening his mouth. He could think of the twitching eyes of the other party without meeting him: "What's the matter, are you in danger again?"

"No, I want to get back what I bought yesterday."

"Ah, that." Ango Sakaguchi's voice relaxed for a moment: "The Appraisal Division has already checked, there is no problem, you can just go and get it."

"Okay, thank you." I thanked you politely, and I wanted to hang up directly, but the other party suddenly coughed lightly, and said hesitantly: "By the way, Baxun-kun."

"This morning, the Ability Secret Service Division received a strange package, it was you..."

"Xiaojiao!"

Before Ango Sakaguchi could finish his words, a handsome black-haired young man came out from nowhere, covered his stomach with a complaining face, and looked at me aggrievedly: "Aren't we going to eat yet?"

"It's almost 12 o'clock, if I don't finish my meal and go back quickly, I will definitely be discovered that I sneaked out of the detective agency."

"Sorry." I scratched my cheek, said hello to Ango Sakaguchi, and hung up the phone. After all, Osamu Dazai got a mobile phone for compensation from Akutagawa. The reimbursement money, eh.

Retrieving the things from the Appraisal Department, Dazai Osamu took the bag and helped me carry it in a very gentlemanly manner. Facing my surprised eyes, he smiled softly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

As expected of him, the torn bag was quite heavy, and it was great to have someone to help carry it.

Anyway, the relationship between the two of us now is the same as that of Nakahara Chuya yesterday. It’s not about superiors, seniors or juniors. You don’t need to be flattered or respected like you were in PortMafia. Let him suffer if he wants to suffer. hey-hey!

After eating together, I followed Osamu Dazai directly to the Armed Detective Agency.

You know, your real mission is the most important thing. Atsushi Nakajima didn't call me yesterday, and I was so mad, I should go to the detective agency to deepen my relationship... But Edogawa Ranpo's proposal yesterday It's also very good, hey, it's a bit tangled.

My troubles like a scumbag were quickly interrupted, because after entering the old office on the fourth floor, most of the members of the detective agency were there.

And the silver-haired man who was surrounded by everyone glanced at me, and suddenly walked over with his arms in his arms. Said: "You are the girl I mentioned before Luanbu."

I immediately swallowed nervously, not understanding why the other party came over: "Hello, grandpa."

"Father..."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere of the entire detective agency changed.

Not to mention Fukuzawa Yukichi standing opposite, Kunikida Doppo sprayed directly behind him, and a blond boy with a straw hat around his neck secretly asked Edogawa Ranpo: "Mr. Ranpo, is she who?"

"Huh? Have you seen the oil paintings hanging over there?" The black-haired young man lying next to him straightened his beret, and pointed to the wall not far away: "Those are all paintings she made four years ago." Oh stay here."

"Eh?! Those oil paintings?"

The blond boy's eyes lit up: "Girls in big cities are really good, they can draw such beautiful pictures."

"Hey, so those paintings were left by Ms. Yaxun!" Nakajima Atsushi also widened his eyes, and his face became anxious again: "Wait, but we shouldn't be discussing these now..."

I am also very disturbed.

Help, I accidentally said the wrong thing!

Because Fukuzawa Yukichi looks really strict!Especially his temperament, very similar to the majestic and traditional patriarch of Japan, no matter, my body is only 16 years old.

"Come with me to the office."

After a brief pause, Fukuzawa Yukichi turned his back, and soon walked into the back room of the detective agency.

"Oh." I looked back at Osamu Dazai uneasily, and the other party smiled softly, and gave me an encouraging look: "I'll wait for Jiaojiao here."

"Well, the president will definitely not reprimand you."

Edogawa, who was lying not far away, removed a delicious stick and stuffed it into his mouth, and said casually: "After all, he is the character I recommended. By the way, my suggestion yesterday is still effective. Do you think so?" Well remember to come find me."

That's really a little cautious.

I followed Fukuzawa Yukichi into the president's office in a daze. After the other party sat down, the expression on his face didn't change much. It was still the solemn and rigid look just now, unconsciously giving people a lot of pressure: " I heard about you from Ranbu, and he said that your joining will be of critical help to the detective agency and the future."

"After all, it was recommended by that child, and I don't doubt it."

"But I want to hear your thoughts. Do you have any thoughts on the detective agency?"

Ah this.

Unexpectedly, Fukuzawa Yukichi asked about joining the detective agency. I was a little surprised in my heart. To be honest, I never voluntarily admitted this matter from the beginning to the end.

No matter how you think about it, it's impossible to join here, right?

But if you ask me what I really think, then I definitely want to join. Becoming a member of the Armed Detective Agency will not do any harm to my progress home, and it can even speed up the progress. Naturally, the closer contact with these characters, the more convenient .

"I want to join." I lowered my eyes and said in a tangled voice, "But, it's hard to say about the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

"I understand."

Fukuzawa Yukichi seemed to only want an answer. His sharp eyes, which were the same color as his hair, scanned me, and instantly felt a sense of oppression and scrutiny that belonged to the superior.

But this feeling is only for a moment, the silver-haired man sitting opposite nodded: "I have someone familiar with the supernatural agent department, who will communicate with you. The original words of Luanbu are that you are only suitable for being here. I'm not going to argue."

nominal?

Good name!It is more suitable for my strategy journey. I didn't expect such preferential treatment from Marysu to happen to me. I hurriedly thanked him honestly, but I knew in my heart that Fukuzawa Yukichi's words could not be taken seriously.

Detective agencies also have things like entrance exams.

Talking to him now doesn't really count. You can only join if you pass the exam. If you don't pass the difficult problem they ask, then everything is over.

I left the president's office worriedly. I could see that everyone outside the door thought something happened. A certain silver-haired boy came over on his own initiative and asked cautiously, "Well, Miss Baxun, are you okay?"

"that……"

I lowered my head pretending to be sad (actually expressionless) so that Atsushi Nakajima could not see my face clearly.

"Hey, did something happen?" Atsushi Nakajima looked at my movements in surprise, and raised his hand in a daze, "Did you get scolded by the president or something, Miss Yahiro, don't be discouraged... "

I thought there was a joke in my heart, and I was just about to get close to the young man with my head buried and grab his wrist, expressing that I could work with him in the future, when a figure suddenly slipped between us.

A man with a handsome face and wearing a sand-colored windbreaker lifted his buttocks again and squeezed the silver-haired boy away. He raised his slender and stylish arm to hold my wrist, and said with a smile: "Xiaojiao and the president have talked about joining the club." thing?"

"I'm so happy, can we work together next time?"

"It was obviously recommended by the real detective!"

Not far away, Edogawa Ranpo sat up directly, pointing at us with his index finger dissatisfied, "Thank you very much."

"...Yes." I nodded speechlessly, watching the good things being ruined, I could only honestly let the opportunity be missed, and withdraw my arm from someone's hand: "Arigado."

Ever since, the members of the detective agency present all showed astonishment.

There are currently only 6 people in the room, Dazai Osamu, Nakajima Atsushi, Kunikida Doppo, Miyazawa Kenji, Edogawa Ranpo, and Izumi Kyoka who just joined like me (has not started the entrance examination).

We are both Sanwu people, we two looked at each other, I don't know why, her expression was still the kind of doubt when facing a stranger at first, but as if recalling something, a terrifying shadow appeared on her face inexplicably .

The girl in the kimono suddenly lowered her head and took a step back with trembling hands. I caught the flicker of panic in her eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

What's the matter with her reaction.

Why does she have a feeling of PTSD about something? Wait, maybe she happened to read my resume or files when she was in PortMafia before...

I walked over and greeted her proactively. The girl's body was very tense, and she said cautiously, "Hello."

Sure enough, I have seen it... I blinked, and gave her the little rabbit lamp in the shopping bag I brought: "Here."

"Eh?" Quan Jinghua raised her head in doubt.

"This lamp is for you." I stared into her eyes and said silently, "I hope we can all find our own place."

Although the place that belongs to me does not need to be searched, it only needs my own continuous persistence and hard work, and slowly come ashore.

***

I felt the atmosphere in the Armed Detective Agency for a day. Except for the absence of a few main members, it was rare for Akiko not to see. Everyone was busy with various jobs, as well as the terrible explosions that happened in the past two days.

I originally wanted to help out, but I was dragged by Edogawa Ranpo to play games with him for a day...

It's funny, ahem.

The process of returning home went smoothly. There was no unexpected incident or dangerous attack this time. The only familiar Dazai Osamu in the detective agency seems to have been dealing with something in his office. He only hit me with a smile when I left. He greeted Atsushi Nakajima who was sitting next to him.

I was very satisfied, and went home with a shopping bag in my whole body. In fact, the Ability Secret Service Division also sent military and police brothers to follow me today. I just asked them to send me back to save money and effort.

But halfway through, I received a somewhat familiar phone call.

As soon as I got in the official car, the latest mobile phone in my pocket "buzzed". I was not very satisfied with the ringtone of the incoming call. I silently took out the phone, and the numbers on the screen turned out to be very familiar.

"Chuya... Mr. Nakahara?"

I swiped the answer button, and the other end of the phone seemed to choke when they heard the voice from here, and said in a strange tone: "Do you still want to change your name... just call me the same name as before?"

"Oh."

I glanced at the phone screen: "Is there something wrong?"

The distorted voice in Zhongyuan also sounded very hesitant, as if he had been struggling for a long time, and said very awkwardly: "Tomorrow is Saturday, what we agreed on yesterday..."

"I haven't forgotten, can you pick me up at Motomachi Park?"

It's a date after all, I'm really too lazy to take too many steps, wait, should I be more specific and not agree to Chuya's invitation?

Or just refuse, I should take the initiative to find a cerebellar axe to get close now, it doesn't make sense to catch both of them together, and it will be broken if I don't catch it because I am too greedy.

"Motomachi Park, I see."

"I'll pick you up at 9 o'clock." Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, and agreed to pick you up before I changed my words and refused, which made me a little embarrassed, and my breath stuck in my throat, and I didn't know what to say start.

The orange-haired young man on the other end of the phone was also silent for a while, and when he was about to hang up, he lowered his magnetic voice and added: "What kind of flowers do you... like?"

flower?

"Well, it's full of stars." Dried flowers are easy to feed.

I was a little embarrassed and said... No, I should tm refuse him!However, it is a bit exciting to receive Huahua for free.

Regardless, I hung up the phone with a headache, and returned home with my shopping bags in my hands. After a tiring day, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep soon after washing.

***

I don't know.

Early the next morning.

The black-haired young man with soft curly hair looked down at the packaged box in his hand, his iris-colored eyes were quiet and indifferent in the wind, he looked at the bright and bright gypsophila in the box, and expressed no expression. It went in the trash, along with a new-looking phone that I had gotten earlier.

"It's better not to let Xiaojiao see such a tasteless gift."

The corners of Osamu Dazai's mouth curled up slightly, his voice was a little nasal, floating very lightly in the sound of the wind.