This is not common at all! [Comprehensive]

Rin doesn't really like cream cakes—however, she would buy the whole cake just for the strawberry on top of it.

Yes, Osamu Dazai is very aware of this.

So when Osamu Dazai was remembering something with the fork in Rin's mouth, he took the strawberry at the top of the fork away and put it in his mouth with lightning speed.

Edogawa Conan: "..."

Toru Amuro came over with coffee: "..."

Rin was stunned suddenly: "...?"

The girl with long silver hair hanging down her back stared fixedly at the top of the empty cake, lost in thought.

As the boss of the Shelter family, who is well-known as a short-term guardian, she put the strawberries on top of the cake and Osamu Dazai on the scale in her heart and began to weigh them.

Just give her a perfect reason at this moment——

"The Yamamoto family."

Rin shrank her ring finger.

"The Kuroda group."

Rin glanced away.

"Well... Speaking of which, I heard not long ago that the Black family is right..."

"I forgive you."

The steadfast Miss Shelter showed a happy smile, and then she took out a micro-eavesdropper from under the menu that Amuro Toru had just taken away, and put it in the center of the table.

Conan Edogawa had a complex expression.

What is this... deal?Coax?Or what type of persuasion...?No, it's hard for him to say whether this woman is too easy to coax or...

Pamper?

Yes, Rin clearly showed his attitude, and then Osamu Dazai smoothly raised his "chip", although it seemed like the "contradiction" he provoked first.

As for what they want to get from each other, maybe only each of them knows.

"Conan-kun, I can't help you fight that organization head-on." Rin got back to the point and looked at the elementary school student opposite, "Although I did have problems with them in the past...uh."

She lowered her eyes as she spoke, and seemed to twitch the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, and the end of her eyes was a little red.

"However, at that time, I avenged my revenge on the spot... And, it was not to the extent that I wanted to kill the other party... Also because of this incident, the Japanese side also placed undercover agents in my family."

Wait what are you shy about? ! !

Edogawa Conan: "Hmm...? An undercover agent discovered by you?"

"I didn't know until I saw it. The other party was originally undercover at their place, but because of that struggle, maybe the order changed and they came to my side... It's a bit of a coincidence, and they are friends with Bourbon-kun What?" Rin blinked, interlaced her white fingers, and looked up at Amuro with a simple smile.

Toru Amuro felt that he no longer recognized the words "innocence" and "kindness".

This person... is the agent of the Shelter family.

No—maybe it's the truth that many people haven't gotten rid of..."The leader"?

Obviously, he should be the one who knows the most about people by their appearance... Only then did Amuro Toru realize the huge problem hidden in this girl.

The movement of the fingertips, the movement of moving the quilt away, the act of brushing the hair behind the ear, the harmless smile and voice... It is the use of the whole body and even the hair, mixed with "ability", Undoubtedly "induced".

——Such a person pretended to enter the country, but there is no relevant record at all.

"How do you know it's not there?"

Rin blinked, with a relaxed and calm voice, propped his chin, looked directly at Toru Amuro in a friendly way, his golden eyes were like mirrors.

"Anyway, in the eyes of some people, I'm just a used 'executioner' who is hooked on seeing money."

She bent her eyes: "Speaking of which, do you want to see Mr. Scotland?"

Once in contact, it was described that almost all members of the Shelter family held terrifying blind support for the leader of the "unknown body" Scotland... She had already discovered it, but she let him stay in the family, the same It is regarded as an alternative "show of favor".

This look...

Osamu Dazai's pupils dilated instantly.

As Rin just asked, his "conflict" with Bailan Jesso was naturally "otherworldly", but to be honest, it was just an extremely small thing.

Yes—that was, the first meeting of "they" in that world.

Still following Mori Ogai, he calmly watched the commotion crowd at the banquet, until the white-haired young man walked in, and had a standard business courtesy with Mori Ogai, the other party's face was polite and hid With a detached smile, but in a few seconds, the initial model of the cooperation negotiation has been formed.

When Bailan toasted his glass and glanced "inadvertently" across Osamu Dazai's face, there was a bit of surprise in his eyes, and then he laughed a little teasingly, and even his voice was a little bit like sugar that hadn't been swallowed yet. Sweet and greasy: "Hey, this... Dazai-kun has a face that my boss especially wants to pick up."

Mori Ogai was stunned, smiled and waved his hand: "Mr. Bai Lan was joking."

"Thank you, Mr. Sen, for putting him under his command. If it wasn't for this, I would have been annoyed by the boss's 'love' for a while." Osamu Dazai hooked the corner of his mouth vaguely, and lightly tapped his finger on the transparent wine glass, which was very meaningful.

"Bryan? What are you talking about behind my back?!"

"I'm talking about the BOSS's eye for knowledge, I must..."

"Huh? Are you mocking me?"

"No."

The girl in the dress put the slender crutches in her hands on the ground, looked at Bailan questioningly, but smiled in the direction of Mori Ogai and Osamu Dazai without hesitation: "I'm sorry, my Bailan gives you Trouble."

At that time, Mori Ogai was still thinking about the authenticity of this "Miss Shelter" as the "leader".

Osamu Dazai already had an answer in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

And the next time I saw Miss Shelter was when Osamu Dazai became the leader.

In that dim room where even the cracks in the curtains couldn't see the light, Miss Shelter sat on the other side of the table, her fingers or inadvertently crossed each other, she rested her chin on it, if there was something in her eyes So I thought, the first sentence I spoke was:

"Mr. Dazai? Are you okay? I think you are dying from overwork."

...as described.

Almost exactly the same as the one in front of you.

There are more than a hundred ways to destroy an organization, but Rin seems to maintain the idea of ​​"maintaining balance". Even if he reaches out to gain benefits, he never breaks that layer of rules.

"you……"

Edogawa Conan paused, frowning, as if hesitating.

The girl sitting across from her was smiling, as if she could do anything, and she seemed to refuse everything without hesitation.

"How about making a deal?" Osamu Dazai suddenly said, as if he had thought of something, his voice was a little playful, "What we want... the right to dispose of 'that'."

There was a little madness in his eyes that ordinary people couldn't understand, as if he was making a huge joke.

It was obvious that the person sitting opposite him was not someone who could make such a deal, but he opened his mouth like this.

——In his eyes, this deal is established.

The boy's posture is like Mephisto whispering in his ears, but he is destined not to be snatched away by others.

……

…………

The person in charge of the theater in Tokyo is Mr. Fujiwara, who is the nephew of Mr. Fujido in Yokohama. He looks only middle-aged and has lush hair.

Mr. Fujiwara welcomes the biggest "guest" in his lifetime.

Miss Rin, who is rumored to be the sister of his own boss, and beside him... a young man who seems to be his concubine but has a very dangerous aura.

...and a little familiar.

and many more.

………Isn’t this the fucking cadre from Yokohama Koguro next door? !Has the eldest lady actually attacked the Hong Kong gangsters? !

This, this... What a powerful method this is!

Obviously it should be a shameless act of prying corners, but under the filter, everything is so good that there is nothing to add.

What is there to be ashamed of prying the corner of the wall with your ability? !

Mr. Fujiwara, who once thought that those who can be pried away are destined to be short-lived, took half a second to turn around.

At this moment, squatting on the ground without any image, the girl is holding a piece of draft paper that she doesn't know where she came from. On it, words that don't know whether it's a place name or a surname are randomly written on it. She is pointing at one of them and looking to the side and The brunette boy squatting with her.

Mr. Fujiwara, who was wiping non-existent sweat with a handkerchief, stood aside, not knowing whether to speak or not.

The two people who have no burden of status have faint smiles on their faces. It is not so much the so-called "love when the love is strong" and "enthusiasm and love", it is better to say it is... "collusion".

Although it is not good to say that the boss is good, Mr. Fujiwara couldn't find a more suitable word from his own thesaurus to describe these two people squatting on the side of the road, blowing the cool night wind, and calculating people all over their bodies .

"Hey, let me tell you, although the Inukane group looks mediocre, the group leader is a very interesting person." Rin, who seemed to have suddenly mentioned a topic of interest, said enthusiastically, "There is no need to kill them all, you think we are also How about leaving a group to experiment?"

"Hmm... Boss, are you interested in this kind of thing?" Osamu Dazai lacked interest, expressing his distaste for sending male members to Thailand and then bringing them back to make their debut as idols.

"Although I'm already tired...But to be honest, if I can have a naturally beautiful subordinate, I also want to try the feeling of being the current president and unspoken rules." Rin sighed.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

His glass-bead-like eyes moved, and a gleam of light slipped across them, with a gentle and intimate smile on his face, and he uttered extremely cruel words.

"BOSS, neither Chuya nor Hongye will be yours."

Rin: "..." Night Breeze, it's so cold.

"Only I am really sorry."

Rin's eyes fluttered, and he stood up and shook the paper in his hand: "Okay, okay, let's go—"

Mr. Fujiwara, who was following behind, had complicated eyes.

——The way to change the subject is too bad, Miss!To think differently in front of the former cadres of Hong Kong gangsters...too strong! ! !

Unknowingly, Rin, whose reputation was victimized again, shuddered, and tightened his coat a bit.

"Do it."

The girl's voice was unusually clear in the night, and it seemed to disappear immediately with the wind.

Until someone was hit by a heavy impact and fell in front of her eyes, the blood from his joints stained the ground, and it was just enough to make a complete human figure together.

Osamu Dazai, who was twirling the gun between his fingers, walked leisurely from several people in black suits beside him. The smell of gunpowder smoke from the caliber did not conceal his actions just now.

"Time for torture?"

Rin blinked, and lowered his head under the cool white street lamp, just in time to meet the bulging eyeballs of the previous man above him in horror, and easily pressed the heel of his shoe to his forehead, with an unhurried voice.

"So—after the Natsuki group, there is a list of actions, can you give me?"

Osamu Dazai raised his hand, and pressed it again as if casually playing with it. The bullet happened to pass by the man's neck, leaving a bloodstain.

"laugh."