The sky is blue.
Clouds and birds fly extremely disorderly.
No matter how natural the pedestrians beside him were smiling, the scene around him was irritating and fragile in Ayatsuji's eyes.
Of course, the reason is most likely caused by the person next to him.
"Ayatsuji, what brought you to this city...I don't like it, I don't like it..." Kyogoku shook his head and floated around Ayatsuji.
"I don't need to inform you of everything." Ayatsuji stood at the agreed place, his mood was extremely bad.
As long as one person offends him now, there is no doubt that that person would have bombed eight nursing homes in his previous life, which would be extremely unlucky.
"Look there, Mr. Si Ye, that's the detective I told you~" In the distance, a man in a sand-colored trench coat was gesticulating and talking with the short boy wearing glasses next to him.
"Uh, but I feel like he's not in a good mood." I slowed down.
"Ha! How is that possible? This gentleman obviously looks very kind!" Dazai rushed behind me, put his hands on both sides of my shoulders, and with a sudden force, I was forced to rub against him. The ground moves forward at great speed.
When we reached the detective's side, Dazai released his brakes, but due to inertia, my upper body still rushed forward quickly.
Until, he threw himself into the gentleman's arms.
"Kyogoku, is this the gift you mentioned?"
I raised my head in horror and met a pair of eyes that revealed warmth, anger and sarcasm.
"You are Osamu Dazai of the detective agency." Ayatsuji took two or three steps back in disgust, and my glasses fell off on his raised cuffs. "Is it because the threshold of the detective agency is too low, or they are worried that you will have no food before they include you?" of?"
"Don't talk too much, Detective Ayatsuji," Dazai put his arm around my shoulders, "We, Si Ye, have some shining points that ordinary people can't discover~"
Ayatsuji narrowed his eyes dangerously and said, "Are you... Dazai Osamu?"
"I prefer you to call me Mr. Dazai, or Dazai~" Dazai smiled.
Tit for tat, the atmosphere was tense like a string in an instant.
Ayatsuji's face was still pale, and his thick eyelashes made his eyes look big, but they were as dull as a puppet. He raised his hand and touched the brim of his hat, just about to say something.
"Detective Ayatsuji, where have you been?!" Tsujimura's scarf around his neck was blown away by the wind, and he was walking in a hurry.
"Let me introduce, this is my stupid assistant, Tsujimura Fukasuki." Ayatsuji said with a smile.
"Hey, who is your assistant?" Tsujimura yelled unconvinced.
"It seems that Mr. Watanabe's glasses were accidentally touched by me. Please pick them up." Ayatsuji nodded with his head.
"Oh, okay." Tsujimura bent down, blew off the dust on his glasses and handed them to me.
"snort."
Tsujimura, who realized that he was being teased again, blushed for a moment: "Detective Ayatsuji, you have to know that if we don't act cautiously this time, we will be wiped out!"
"But Agent Tsujimura doesn't seem to be very cautious now." Ayatsuji reminded with "kindness".
Several passers-by looked sideways, seemingly attracted by Tsujimura's shout just now.
Dazai and I nodded in agreement.
"Now that everyone is here, how about we invite you to the detective agency for a small gathering and a chat?" Dazai Osamu interrupted the delicate atmosphere between the two and said.
"..."
"If Detective Ayatsuji doesn't like too many people, the detective agency has an extra room... There are so many people here." Dazai winked meaningfully.
"Well, that's troublesome." After thinking for a moment, Ayatsuji nodded.
After taking a few steps, Ayatsuji growled as if he couldn't bear it anymore: "Give up, don't try to change my mind!"
Tsujimura glanced nervously towards me and Dazai, and I pretended to be confused. Dazai didn't even give her a chance to make eye contact, and just walked on by himself.
Kyogoku Natsuhiko, a strange old man who elevates his duel to a level unmatched by ordinary people.
How terrible.
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"Please sit down." Dazai said, rarely becoming a gentleman.
After everyone was seated, I looked at the equally panicked look in Tsujimura's eyes across from me, and instantly felt a lot more relieved.
Well, I have allies.
"It's because of Mr. Taneda's request that I agreed to be Detective Ayatsuji's contact person in Yokohama."
Dazai took out four wine glasses, poured them for the other three in turn, smiled apologetically at me, and my glass was empty first.
"The clue is only a wad of yen, so I'll give it to you first. But the requirement is that when you do anything, Detective Ayatsuji, you must not involve the detective agency or any of your colleagues."
"Don't worry, I know it well," Ayatsuji glanced at the wine in the glass with disdain, "Recently, there have indeed been many unsolved cases in my place. After my investigation, the source is indeed in Yokohama... and I do have something to ask of you."
He seemed to have nodded at me deliberately.
"It's just that after Detective Ayatsuji knew the source, he handed over the final judgment to the detective agency. We have the right to guarantee the prisoner's life." Dazai took a sip of wine, even though I knew he didn't like drinking this kind of wine.
Ayatsuji was silent.
"I'll try my best." After a long while, he replied.
"I hope you must." Dazai pressed forward step by step.
Ayatsuji was silent again.
"Pfft..." Dazai looked through the wine glass and saw Detective Ayatsuji's warm and angry face from the sunlight by the window.
His amber eyes were cut into a dream-like shape by the wine glass.
Only his expression remained sharp.
The atmosphere was like a baptism.
"I promise you," Ayatsuji frowned and nodded, murmuring, "So, humans are really not as easy to understand as dolls..."
"Then it's settled! It looks like we had a great time talking~" Dazai stood up happily, and his long fingertips accidentally swept the wine glass, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound.
"Siye-kun, these are the two keys to the hotel prepared for Detective Ayatsuji and Agent Tsujimura. Please send them there." Dazai handed me two keys with numbers on them.
"Oh, okay, okay." I took the key and said, "Please follow me."
Around five o'clock, Ayatsuji and Tsujimura were finally settled in the hotel by me. I then set foot on the road home with peace of mind.
Maybe the journey was too long and boring, so I took out the mobile phone given to me by the detective agency.
The mobile phone in Wenye World is not very interesting. Apart from making calls and sending text messages, it can't even play Snake? ! This is completely incomparable to my previous king, Chicken Eater, the cute little Guangyu, Ku!
Pressing back and forth, I reached the bottom row of the address book.
Nakahara Chuya's name lay quietly underneath.
If there was a mirror at this moment, I think my expression would be as wonderful as drinking coke and isatis root.
By the time I regained my composure, the call had already been broadcast.
"What's wrong?" When I wanted to hang up, Chuuya was already connected at the speed of light.
"Ah, it's okay...are you free?"
"You have time, where are you?"
"Come to my house."
"Well, give me five minutes."
After hanging up the phone, I glanced at my pocket watch.
Well, now if I run from here to home, it will probably take me at least half an hour...
Let Chuuya wait for a while, it should be fine.
