After three seconds of silence for the balloons with the girl, I excused myself and left and returned to the detective agency.
"I'm back," Kunikida greeted without raising his head, "There is another commission here, take it and take a look."
"Actually, Mr. Kunikida, the mission has not been completed..." I walked quickly to Kunikida's side, panting slightly.
"Why, have you even started to imitate Dazai? I told you to stay away from him a long time ago. The detective agency can no longer produce another Dazai Osamu." Kunikida put down the work at hand and turned around to educate him seriously.
"No, Mr. Kunikida," I gestured anxiously, but I couldn't think of a good word to describe it for a while, "There seems to be something wrong with the tree on Sato Street..."
"Since it's a 'some problem', then you should solve it yourself." Kunikida lowered his head impatiently.
"no!……"
"Hey, Kunikida-kun, the tree on Sato Street just ate my roses!"
At this time, the door opened loudly, and Dazai rushed in, stroking his messy black hair and yelling.
"Those are flowers specially given to me by the beautiful client. Although there are drugs and bombs in them, I still love her and love them."
"Is it the tree in front of the new flower shop?" I asked.
"No, Si Ye-kun, it's the drugstore that sells discounted bandages." Dazai looked me up and down, then a devilish smile appeared on his lips, "Sure enough, Si Ye-kun was also tricked."
I followed Dazai's gaze all the way to the soles of his feet. When I saw the exposed toes clearly, my old face turned red.
I coughed slightly, turned around, and trotted to the staff cabinet under the probing gazes of the two people, and changed into a pair of spare old shoes.
At this time, I suddenly discovered that there were still a few pieces of wood under the broken shoes.
I stretched out my hand and twisted it, and after staring at the piece of wood for a while, I couldn't help but want to try it with my own powers to see if it could be restored.
I raised my head and looked around, and when I realized that no one was paying attention to me, I really lifted my pocket watch and placed it on the piece of wood.
Peng——
The blue and yellow fireworks exploded in an instant, and my pocket watch and the wooden block also fell to the ground with a crash.
"Even if I leave my body, I still instinctively resist Si Yejun's superpowers." Dazai bent down and picked up my pocket watch, weighed it and handed it to me.
I took the pocket watch and looked at Dazai with some surprise: When did he appear next to me? I didn't notice it at all.
"That piece of wood?" I lowered my head and wanted to pick it up.
"No need." Dazai's leather shoes were one step ahead of me, and he stepped on them mercilessly, crushing them to pieces.
"Ah..." My hands were stuck in the air, at a loss.
Dazai, on the other hand, raised his foot, leaving only a shadow and a small pile of powder. He closed his eyes, a smile hidden under his dark eyelashes: "Let's go, Mr. Si Ye."
"Where to go?" I retracted my hand, stood up, and patted the dust behind my butt.
"Go investigate that strange tree...I still want to find my rose!" Dazai said with a smile.
"As you command." I nodded, hung the pocket watch around my neck, and followed Dazai's footsteps.
The pocket watch is cold, sweeping my chest like the autumn wind.
…
Dazai and I walked side by side and not far away, we arrived at Sato Street. After picking a random tree, Dazai and I stopped walking forward.
I raised my head, waiting for the next instruction.
"Si Yejun."
"exist!"
"Try if you can use your powers to change the time of this tree." Dazai raised his head slightly, looking relaxed.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, but still followed the senior's instructions, took off the warm pocket watch, and wrapped it around my forearm.
Because I was worried that the pocket watch would be absorbed by the strange tree, I hesitated before attaching it to the tree. After waiting for a few minutes, I found nothing unusual, and I breathed a brief sigh of relief.
However, this is all a bit too peaceful.
"Try this again." Dazai handed me a tissue.
I took the tissue, but no matter how hard I tried, I could no longer control the time of this tissue.
"This..." I stared at the tissue in surprise, wondering why my powers suddenly failed.
"The power fails..." Dazai's expression seemed to be that he had detected something from afar.
"Mr. Dazai," I muttered quietly, "I was injured the same way last time, and my powers didn't work at all."
"Sure enough, Si Yejun has also thought of it."
"Yes, I suspect it was the homing pigeons who did the good thing."
"There is no need to be so determined," Dazai shook his head and picked up the tissue, "Oh, this is the only one I have left..."
"Mr. Dazai, do you mean there are others?" I clenched my fists nervously.
Dazai didn't answer. He turned his head as if he saw something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted loudly: "Hey, don't touch that tree!"
Not far away, a young worker who was preparing to repair a tree branch heard Dazai's cry, but it was too late. His hands were already on the tree trunk.
In an instant, the pain between his brows was self-evident, and his heart-wrenching shouts were enough to run through the entire street. However, no matter how he called for help, he could only attract passers-by to stop and watch.
His hands, arms, and upper body were gradually absorbed and became part of the tree.
By the time Dazai and I rushed to him, he had condensed into a small human head.
As I later recalled, the pain on the knot seemed like the finest woodwork.
Dazai closed his mouth tightly and his face was as dark as I had ever seen him: "We are in big trouble."
After a long time, he said.
My two hands were held together because of nervousness. One was colder than the other. You could tell without looking that my face must be terribly pale at this moment.
The crowd around him started to get restless, and many of them were timid and meddlesome. They had already made phone calls and started spreading the news about a certain strange man's misfortune.
"Go back to the club." Dazai spoke quickly, holding my lapel and walking out of the crowd.
I stumbled along the way and finally reached a place with fewer people. I looked at the endless crowds of people, and I couldn't help but feel sad.
beep beep beep——
The car honked one after another, which made me feel annoyed. In this way, we rushed all the way to the detective agency.
"I'm back." Opening the door, it was Edogawa who was buried in a pile of snacks. "Kunikida was looking for you just now."
"Where is he now?" Dazai asked.
"I was called over by the president, I guess I'll be back in a while," Edogawa opened another bag of snacks, "I told you, you two are indeed in trouble again."
"It's okay." Dazai paced and lay on his side on the sofa.
"Actually, you started to feel relieved after seeing me making some assumptions, Dazai." Edogawa was like that again, desperately speculating on other people's thoughts.
Dazai looked stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Mr. Ranpo is right."
"Ah, don't worry, the other person is just an idle pigeon." Edogawa waved his hand calmly, and the snack crumbs flew to the table next door.
"Is that really true?" I walked to my desk, sat down, and looked at the calendar on the desk, still feeling a little uneasy.
"Everyone," with steady footsteps, Fukuzawa Yukichi walked to the center of us, followed by Yosano, Kunikida and others, "It seems that the letter of challenge for the homing pigeon has been made for us."
"What should I say?" I stood up and looked at the expressions of everyone around me. I suddenly felt as if I was the only one who didn't understand the situation.
"Si Ye," Yosano's smile was engraved with murderous intent, "all of our powers have failed."
"And the port Mafia." Kunikida added.
"This is good news." Dazai said, his leisurely look in stark contrast to him and everyone else including me.
"Please," Dazai waved his hand helplessly, "doesn't this mean we are not the only victims~"
"But he will never help us," Kunikida said while rubbing the cover of his account with his fingertips. "According to reliable information, Mafia's leader Mori Ogai is in great pain because of the disappearance of his young daughter. Medium. Mafia probably won’t make any big moves in the near future..."
"Good thing!" Dazai gave a thumbs up.
