After Chuuya sent me to a safer place, I only had a few cursory conversations with him.
Probably because we found that the other person's face was not very pleasant, we just briefly exchanged greetings and then parted ways, without asking him the reason for his mood swings.
"I'm not wearing glasses, so I almost didn't recognize him." What impressed me most during this conversation was what Chuuya said after smiling slightly and turning around.
What kind of existence would I be without glasses?
I rubbed the free bridge of my nose, feeling as if I was running naked.
Since I didn’t have my phone, I had to rely on my memory to walk back to the detective agency. As for Isshiki's apartment, I wouldn't dare go there again without sufficient preparation.
"Si Ye!" As soon as I opened the door, Tanizaki stood up excitedly.
"I'm back." I gave him a faint smile.
"I saw that you hadn't come back for a long time, and I didn't dare to take Tokugawa down to find you without authorization, so I sent her home." Tanizaki explained.
"Didn't you go down and take a look?" I asked doubtfully.
"I originally wanted to go down, but when I came back, the door to the basement had been closed and I couldn't get in." Tanizaki shook his head, but after seeing that I was not seriously ill, he seemed to feel relieved.
"Oh, that's it..." I curled my index finger and gently touched it to the center of my lower lip.
On the surface, things appear to be at a standstill.
"What about you? Si Ye, what did you encounter down there?...I see your glasses are missing." Tanizaki invited me to sit on the office chair, ready to talk in detail.
"Hey, don't mention it..." I sighed and told him everything I experienced in the basement. Of course, I hid the fact that Chuuya saved me and changed it to another ending.
"Blue clothes?" Tanizaki opened his eyes and quickly grasped the key point.
"Yeah, yes." I nodded in affirmation, thinking that he must have remembered the last battle in front of the Mafia Building. (See Chapter 29 Chaos for details)
"Afraid you are not a pigeon person?"
"It should be, I'm not sure," I rubbed my ears, always feeling like I'd forgotten something, "There's one more thing!"
"What?"
"Fifteen-chome, there is a bomb in the Toubi factory."
"We have known this news for a long time. A letter signed by Mafia was mailed to us while we were away." Tanizaki's expression made it difficult to understand why.
"Huh? Mafia? Now?"
"Mr. Kunikida and Mr. Dazai have already gone to deal with it, and they are expected to be back soon... As for the Mafia matter, Mr. Dazai said that the credibility needs to be considered."
"That's good." Even though I got the news, my heart didn't relax.
Jingle Bell--
I picked up the phone and found that it was a call from Chuuya. To my surprise, I still answered the call.
"Moxi moxi."
"Si Ye, I don't want to make this matter a big deal, and I don't want to embarrass you, but I still hope you can be accommodating to me and the detective agency."
On the other side of the phone, Chuuya's voice revealed some hesitation.
"What?" I blinked at a loss.
"Akutagawa."
"Akutagawa?"
"Don't you know? Well... today we received a letter from the detective agency. Akutagawa was kidnapped by the detective agency on the night of the performance, and we were asked to exchange for fifty million dollars."
"Huh? It's impossible, right?" I questioned this. How could this plot, which even a primary school student could not figure out, be planned by the detective agency?
"I don't believe it either. There is Fuze's signature in the letter."
The air seemed to freeze, and the sound of electricity began to cause trouble again.
My eyes seemed to be controlled by axles, and I turned to Tanizaki: "Tanizaki, where is the president now?"
"I just went to check it out. I'm not in the office." Tanizaki raised his head. There were things like homework on the table. "What's the matter? Did Mr. Dazai call you?"
"Tanizaki, something seems to have happened to the president."
Tanizaki stopped writing, his eyes darkened, and his face became more solemn with confusion. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Fukuzawa's number.
Toot toot—
The bell just rang and was forced to hang up.
I looked down again, and I don’t know when Chuuya’s phone was hung up too.
Boom——
The door was pushed hard against the wall.
"Siye, Tanizaki!" Kunikida stumbled into the office, his face and suit stained.
Dazai at the door didn't look much better either. I saw him weakly holding on to the door frame, frowning, his eyes serious.
A few spots of blood-like brown liquid remained on his sandy trench coat in the form of splashes. The wounds on his face ran from the end of his eyebrows to the corners of his mouth, which was horrifying.
"Si Ye, pack up and get ready to go~" Seeing that I noticed him, he immediately relaxed his brows and waved leisurely.
"Mr. Dazai..."
However, in my opinion, there is a lot of darkness behind that smile.
Mr. Dazai, your life must be very hard.
"What happened to Mr. Kunikida?" Tanizaki's tone couldn't help but become anxious.
"The president was kidnapped. He is in the sewer of Toubiao Factory."
"But this kind of thing can be solved with the strength of Mr. Dazai and Mr. Kunikida."
"That's what we originally thought," Kunikida looked pained and turned around staggeringly. A hideous scar covered with blood and scabs was exposed in front of us, "Mafia's Akutagawa is out of control."
"There are still some ordinary people blocking our normal attack." Dazai added, with a wry smile on his face.
"What about the bomb?"
"Bah, bah, bah, Si Ye-kun, haven't you realized yet? The bomb... refers to President Fukuzawa!"
"Wha, what?!"
"President Fukuzawa is currently being tied up, with bombs strapped around him, and he is soaking in the sewer."
As Dazai's words fell, the air fell into silence again, and the suppressed breath seemed to be able to squeeze out water.
"Is there any news from Mafia?" I asked, slumping down weakly on the chair.
"I've already told Chuuya, he should have told the leader of Mafia." Dazai nodded, looking exhausted.
"Will Sen Owai ruin the overall situation just for a chess piece?" I was filled with doubts and worries at the same time.
"How could it be possible?" Dazai's body twitched and he seemed to be smiling, "Mafia cannot let the detective agency owe this favor..."
Indeed, I nodded in agreement, saving the president, what a great favor.
But even so, I'm afraid I have to owe Mafia this favor now.
The people are collectively out of control. Apart from Mafia, who cares little about human life, who else can kill them to drive them away.
No, no, there must be a better way besides seeing blood.
I hit the hammer head hard.
Somehow, lately, my subconscious has been trying to lead me to use violence to solve problems.
