Me and Zhong also are playing each other again

In this way, I left the Polo Coffee Shop and wandered thoughtfully on Mihuacho Street, waiting for the assistant supervisor to pick me up for the mission.

There are actually some small bugs in this guess, for example, Zhongyuan Zhong also doesn't like the police...

No, he is a higher-level public security officer, not at the same level as those incompetent ordinary police officers, so it is only natural to look down on them!

But the idea must be verified after all, and I need to verify it without being noticed by Zhongyuan Zhongye.

I thought about the friends around me for a round, and fixed my eyes on [Osamu Dazai].

Zhongya Nakahara said that he was an annoying former colleague, and Osamu Dazai is currently working for the Armed Detective Agency, a serious group of people with white powers; and Zhongya-kun's attitude towards him is a bit strange to be honest, mixed with disgust Know the root and know the trust.

They must have been partners who went through life and death for a while to have such an unspeakable tacit understanding.

Could it be that Osamu Dazai is also a public security... and may not be affiliated with the public security. In short, he is an undercover agent sent by the red party to the port mafia. He joined the armed detective agency after he escaped from the mafia.Therefore, Zhong Yuanzhong had no choice but to play such a tit-for-tat play with him, expressing his position seriously.

I was enlightened.

"Beep--"

The sound of the car horn brought my thoughts back to reality.

Inoue Shinpachi lowered the car window and urged, "Get in the car quickly. You can't stop at this intersection for a long time. The traffic police will come to chase you away."

I nodded: "No hurry, I have to deal with the little mouse."

Inoue Shinpachi was puzzled: "What?"

I turned my head suddenly, and the fire spread with my sight, roaring and rushing to the hidden alley not far away - there was a little boy hiding there, who lent my mobile phone to call his family "Dr. Ali" not long ago.

When I first arrived in Mihua Town today, I noticed someone following me, and I couldn't help but laugh when I found out that it was a child.

Sneaky, not knowing what he wants to do.I thought it was well hidden, but it was full of loopholes, and I could find out with some anti-detection skills.

Still a child after all.

The black sky slowly descended, the buildings twisted and deformed, and then disappeared. In a few seconds, the jet black and fierce red engulfed everything, as if the slowly flowing magma condensed into a sphere, isolating us from the world.

The little boy had nowhere to hide, and turned his head to run, but red flames arose from under his feet, and rushed straight to the dome and turned into a cage, making it impossible for him to retreat.

"—Sun Luo Liu Huo." I walked towards him step by step, "Welcome to my domain, kid."

He swallowed in amazement: "... who are you?! Why..."

"Conjurer, Tsurumi Taozhi." I squatted down, "Don't be too nervous, I won't hurt ordinary people. But you, can you tell me why you follow me?"

The boy lowered his head, put his palms on his knees, and said nothing: "..."

I'm a little distressed, the conjurer is not like the police, who can show his ID.So I walked a few steps with my hands behind my back, thinking of an excellent way to prove myself, but when I turned around, I found that he had opened the transparent cover of the watch and shot a silver needle at me.

Of course it didn't work, the wall of flames melted the concealed weapon, turning his futile efforts into blackened needles that gently fell to the ground.

"Little friend, I told you that I'm not a bad person." I took a few steps forward and picked up his collar, "I don't need to crush an ant to kill an ordinary person. I really want to deal with you, but you are already dead. So What are you on guard for? What's your name?"

As I shook my hand, the bow tie on his neck came loose, and there was another mechanism behind the red bow tie, with a precise design.

The little boy struggled for a long time, finally recognized the disparity in strength between the enemy and himself, and reluctantly said: "I am Conan Edogawa...put me down."

I let go, then picked up his hidden bow tie, fiddled with it a few times, and found that it seemed to be a voice changer.

I laughed: "Mr. Edogawa, the silver needle watch just now is interesting enough, it seems that you have a lot of good things."

"……give me back."

"I don't." I said ruthlessly. "As the price for you secretly doing Stoka, I will confiscate it and bring it to you."

Then he taught him a lesson: "What is not good at a young age, secretly following women, I will tell you if you will get into trouble when you grow up."

"That's not the case." Edogawa Conan twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Then why are you doing Stoka?"

"Because of……"

He hesitated to speak, and looked at me cautiously, as if he was considering whether I was worthy of being entrusted with a secret.

And I didn't care, playing with the voice changer happily.

Not long after, the parameters were adjusted, and I said to the bow tie: "My name is Edogawa Conan, and I've been caught now."

It uses Conan-kun's immature childish voice.

Edogawa Conan was stunned: "...you?"

I explained casually: "I have absolute pitch, and I can imitate any sound I have heard."

After playing with the voice changer for a while, I thought about it and came up with a good idea to test the identity of Zhongya Zhongya.

I put away the domain, and the assistant supervisor looked nervous, and blamed him: "Why did you suddenly open the domain, and now it's on the street, it's too much not to let go of a bill—wait a minute, who is this kid?"

There was a public phone booth not far away. I raised my eyes to look around, covered the cover of the camera with magic power, and then stepped into the phone booth.

I adjusted the parameters of the bowknot voice changer according to my memory. In order to prevent fingerprints, I pulled out the knit cuffs to wrap my fingers and palms, and pressed the phone number I knew by heart—Nakahara Chuya’s private phone number.

It took more than a minute to get connected, is it because you are a little busy at work?

He never makes me wait more than three seconds.

"Hello, this is the Central Plains." He said.

Recalling Osamu Dazai's rippling tone, I pressed the bow tie to my chin: "Hi~chuya~ Long time no see—"

"Beep--"

was hung up.

Damn it, Osamu Dazai, are you so disgusting?Mr. Zhongye actually hung up on you without saying a word!

I called again, tried three or four times, and finally got through.

Nakahara Chuya's voice seemed to be icy, and along the phone line, it was about to freeze my fingers.

He said coldly, "You'd better find me because there is something urgent."

...Okay, it's so scary, Nakaya-kun, I couldn't help shivering.

He would never speak to me in that tone!

Could it be that he and Dazai are old enemies?

But Dazai Osamu came here and didn't play cards according to common sense, so I played freely: "It's too much, can't I talk to you to catch up on the past?"

"Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, "I have nothing to say to the Hong Kong/black traitor, and I will definitely kill you next time we meet."

Then he hung up again.

I clutched the receiver, this sentence was quite meaningful, and it inadvertently confirmed my guess - Osamu Dazai was a spy sent by the Red Fang to the port mafia, and later defected, Nakahara Chuya turned against him on the surface...

Mr. Zhongye is really an undercover police officer!It's so cool!

I couldn't help being overwhelmed by my intelligence, and when I went out, I put the bowknot voice changer on Edogawa Conan in a pretty good mood, and rubbed the top of his hair: "Here you go, don't be Stoka next time."

Edogawa Conan twitched the corners of his mouth: "So I said it's not..."

I added shyly: "My sister's boyfriend is a policeman, be careful, you will really cry behind bars."

Edogawa Conan: "...?"

He frowned suddenly, and his clear pupils revealed an inquiry and suspicion that did not belong to a child of this age. Before I got into the car, he hesitated and grabbed the hem of my clothes.

"Sister Tsurumi, why do you associate with that organization?"

I was at a loss: "What organization? Which one are you talking about?"

Edogawa Conan stared at me patiently.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, I pulled back the corner of my clothes, and explained in a good voice: "I still have tasks, kid, and someone may die if I delay for a few minutes."

Before I said goodbye, Edogawa Conan looked up at me as if he had made up his mind, his gaze was like a sharp arrow.

"gin." He gave the name of the drink, "you got into gin's car."

Naturally, it is impossible for me to tell a little boy of unknown origin about the commission related to the magic world, and I have no obligation to explain it to him.

But because the other party is a child, I frowned slightly and reminded: "Mr. Edogawa, I don't know how you know that person. This is not something that children should pay attention to."

"They are very dangerous, and they can really kill people." I pressed the window lift button, and the gap brought out my ending voice, "Put away excess curiosity, it will kill you."

……

After returning home, I couldn't calm down for a long time, and finally waited for a trash can to confide in—my brother.

I immediately put him in the living room, and told me all about my guess and verification method of Zhongye's identity in the Central Plains.

"No wonder he wants to hide it from me." I said to Tsurumi Yungu, "After all, it's such a job, if you're not careful, you'll die, alas, Nakaya-kun..."

Tsurumi Yungu's expression froze, only mint leaves and round ice balls were left in the glass, and I refilled him with sherry wine with orange juice.

"What do you think I should do?" I said sadly, "It's a life-threatening task. If I get married with Mr. Zhongye, I will face the risk of becoming a widow within two years. Wouldn't it be pitiful? Will the conjurer world face political problems if I get angry and tear down the port mafia?"

I didn't dare to tell others my guess, for fear that the group of people who had nothing to say would shake it out, so I had to ask him to share it.

When I said "Brother, Zhongyuan Zhong is also a public security spy", Tsurumi Yungu's eyes widened, three points of disbelief, three points of astonishment, and four points of "Are you sick"; and I said After making his own judgment, he fell silent and drank his wine in one gulp.

Tsurumi Yungu said with a false tone: "Hmm... will the cadres be undercover too?"

Me: "What cadre?"

He lowered his eyes: "?"

"Peach branch." Tsurumi Yungu fiddled with the ice puck in the cup, and read, "You are so smart."

I shook my head and sighed: "Is this the time to praise me? Help me think about what to do."

Since it is the career chosen by Mr. Zhongye, and it is indeed beneficial to the society, I don't want to criticize him, but...

Tsurumi Yungu looked at me forbearingly, uncharacteristically, praised again: "I don't think I'm worthy of being your elder brother."

I immediately boasted back to each other: "Our family's genes are good, by the way, you can actually be my son."

And today's Tsurumi Yungu is really weird, he didn't quarrel with me immediately, instead he thought for a moment and suggested: "However, with this phone call, can you confirm the identity of Mr. Zhongyuan?"

I immediately showed an attitude of listening attentively: "What should I say?"

"Just go and lie to his partner during the undercover period." Tsurumi Yungu said relaxedly, "Anyway, the two of them are in a state of severing relations now, so if you go to test 'Dazai Osamu', won't you be able to draw a more complete conclusion? "

I clapped my hands: "It's too tall, it has to be you!"

……

I resolutely accepted Tsurumi Yunya's suggestion, and visited the Armed Detective Agency on a certain day, asking Dazai Osamu to take over my task.

"Hi~ Taozhi."

With his hands behind his head, he greeted me with ease, his tone was exactly the same as what I imitated that day.

"What is it for again this time?"

I looked around, and all the members of the detective agency were there, except the president.

"Let's find a convenient place to talk." I lowered my voice and said mysteriously, "Mr. Dazai, don't you want your colleagues to know your secret?"

Osamu Dazai: "?"

Edogawa Ranpo was sitting cross-legged on the main seat and building blocks. Hearing this, he put on black-rimmed glasses and looked at me thoughtfully.

"It's okay, just say it here... Poof." He actually laughed, "Hahahaha...Miss Tsurumi, you are really, really interesting."

I was inexplicably ashamed: "Why are you laughing? I can only tell Dazai this."

"It really doesn't matter." Edogawa Ranpo shrugged at me and lazily said, "Does everyone know about Dazai's last job?"

Atsushi Nakajima, a white-haired boy who was sweeping the floor, responded, "Yes, I was taken aback."

Everyone in the detective agency chatted in a hurry.

"The bonus is 70?"

"Not only, it seems more than 80?"

"It's a pity that he blew himself up as a werewolf."

I stared at them blankly, saying something that I didn't understand.

Nakajima Atsushi explained to me in a good voice: "The detective agency had a bet before, about Mr. Dazai's last job, because no one guessed it, the bonus accumulated more than 70... Finally, I found out that Mr. Dazai was a mafia It worked and everyone was amazed.”

So, it seems that he and his partners in the detective agency should have a deep bond, and even told the truth about this kind of thing that should have been kept secret.

I sighed and shook my head, still a little worried, is it appropriate to just expose Dazai's identity like this?

Edogawa Ranpo encouraged: "It's okay, just say it."

Osamu Dazai also raised his eyebrows slightly at me, and his kite-colored eyes were full of curiosity.

"Then I'll ask."

In the eyes of the fans, I cleared my throat and said confidently: "Osamu Dazai, you are an undercover agent sent by the Supernatural Secret Service Division to the port mafia."

Dazai's eyes widened, and the newspaper in his hand fell to the ground.

Undoubtedly, it was the surprised performance of being told about the central matter. I smiled faintly, and waited for his reply.

Man, your secret has been cracked by me!

"hahahahahahahahahahahaha--"

"No, not hahahaha!!"

"Dazai, are you an undercover agent of the Supernatural Secret Service Division? Hahahahaha, no, I'm going to laugh for a while..."

The members burst out into loud laughter, but seeing that Dazai was just surprised, but did not refute, they stopped their voices and watched the play again.

The atmosphere gradually became silent.

I maintained a dignified look.

Osamu Dazai observed my expression for a while, then exchanged glances with Ranpo Edogawa, and said slowly, "...Miss Momoeda, can I ask, how did you know?"

"I can only be sure that you are an undercover agent sent by the Red Party to the port mafia." I said flatly, "As for you belonging to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, that is my personal reasoning."

Yokohama has a high degree of autonomy, and the Tokyo government has no right to interfere.

Osamu Dazai, as a spy, offended the port mafia and was able to wash his resume and survive, and even found a job in a group of supernatural beings again, which must be with the help of official agencies.

The hands of other organizations can't be stretched that long. After thinking about it, it can only be the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

After listening to my meticulous reasoning, Osamu Dazai showed a look of amazement: "Miss Taozhi, you are really amazing, I have never seen someone so smart like you!"

Edogawa nodded in disorder: "I agree."

And the rest of the detective agency gathered together, discussing something in a low voice, and burst out laughing from time to time; probably because Dazai was exposed by me, they were surprised.

"So, are you here to expose this matter?" Osamu Dazai folded his hands and looked at me leisurely, "Miss Taozhi, this is not a secret."

I quietly approached him and lowered my voice: "It's another matter related to this."

Osamu Dazai was very cooperative, put his ear to my lips: "Please speak."

I said seriously: "—I want Chuya-kun to escape from the port mafia, help me."

Osamu Dazai couldn't believe it, as if struck by lightning, a crack appeared on his gentle and handsome face.

"Wait a minute." He raised his hand tremblingly, "What did you say?"

I glanced at him reproachfully, and continued to say in a low voice, "Mr. Zhongye is an undercover police officer, I already know."

Osamu Dazai: "...Wow."

Edogawa Ranpo: "Pfft."

"How can you hear it?!" I pointed at Edogawa Ranpo, "What's so funny? How can you laugh at the client, it's too much."

Edogawa Ranpo explained: "I can speak with lips."

"Okay." I thought he didn't do it on purpose, so I forgave him graciously, "Edogawa... oh, I met a kid named Edogawa-kun two days ago, it's so annoying. So, name Mr. Detective, please help me find a way, this is really important to me."

Edogawa randomly shook the newspaper spread out on the table: "Don't worry, leave it to Dazai."

So I turned my attention to Osamu Dazai again for help.

Osamu Dazai, with his fluffy hair, asked harmlessly: "Miss Taozhi, I mean, is there a possibility that the little slug doesn't need your rescue?"

I frowned: "What are you talking about? A kind person like Mr. Zhongye will definitely be bullied by the bastard mafia, and he will definitely have a hard life there; if his identity is discovered, and he has no ability to protect himself..."

Edogawa Ranpo: "...Poof."

I glanced at him: "What's wrong with you, Mr. Detective?"

Edogawa Ranbu cleared his throat: "I think of happy things."

When I turned my head, Osamu Dazai was also laughing, exaggeratedly and silently, and he returned to normal when he caught my sight.

Me: "...What's the matter with you, Dazai-kun?"

Osamu Dazai: "I also think of happy things."

They scored twice, the two of them are really weird, is this a disease of people with high IQs?

"Speaking of which, there are a lot of troublesome people in the port mafia." Osamu Dazai's tone was like singing, "...Ah! For example, that gravity user will crush him mercilessly if he finds a traitor. I pray that your Chuya-kun will not Turned over in front of him."

I thought for a while: "Do you have the intelligence information?"

According to the combat system of spells, it is invincible in the personal domain, unless it is covered by a higher-intensity domain, but I don't know anything about the fighting methods of people with supernatural abilities...

Osamu Dazai shook his head with a half-smile, as if he didn't want to mention this person, sighed and said with deep pain: "It's really not easy for Chuya to be in the port mafia all these years."

I nodded: "Oh, I know."

A kind-hearted person like Mr. Zhongye must have hated the port mafia to the core, and had to endure and dormant for the sake of public security.

Too bad, really too bad.

Osamu Dazai sincerely suggested: "So why don't you talk to the Lord about this matter? But you have to show your cards at the beginning. You know his identity as an undercover police officer, otherwise he won't admit it."

He added: "Oh, by the way, Chuya hates the mafia, especially the gravitationalist. Say a few more bad things about them to show your firm position."

I nodded seriously: "I understand."