"Okay, I understand," Fuze interrupted me with a look of shame, "There's no need to continue."
I nodded and stepped aside wisely.
But the debris on the ground was not particularly interesting. When I stepped back, it tripped me hard.
My whole body staggered, and I almost sat down on the ground.
I glanced at the ground embarrassedly, and a piece of letter caught my attention. I took a few steps forward, picked it up, and shook off the dust.
"Mr. Dazai, president." I shouted when I saw the two men packing up the "briquettes."
The two of them turned around and asked with their eyes. Upon seeing this, I held up the letter in my hand and shook it.
Zhi——
Monitoring ends.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Take it apart, Si Ye." Fuze said in a muffled voice.
"Yes." I ignored the conspicuous carrier pigeon logo on the envelope and opened it.
There was only a thin piece of paper inside, with a line of extremely threatening words on it. But it's a pity that this line of characters is not so scary after encountering the detective agency.
The content of the letter is as follows;
"I will take the place of each of you." - Kajii Motojiro.
"Kajii? Him?" I said subconsciously.
"It's not Mafia." Fu Ze shook his head.
Dazai nodded in agreement, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I thought it was something, but it turned out to be such an ordinary letter."
"What?" I asked.
"Siye," Dazai didn't answer me directly, "Go back to Mafia tonight and give this letter to Mori... You have to let them stand on the same starting line as the detective agency, otherwise the game will be boring. .”
"I understand." I nodded.
"Remember, you must pretend that you stole it~"
"Understood." I put the letter in my arms.
Fuze looked out the window and sighed. The shadows were gathered into a thick point by the sun, making it look even more desolate.
What's going on, I thought to myself, I feel like laughing for no reason.
...
Port Mafia Night.
I put on a black suit and walked slowly down Mafia's commercial street.
Today, my pocket watch was wrapped loosely and dangling on my arm, forcing me to wake up.
Someone started fighting nearby and it was noisy.
I paused curiously for a moment.
I saw two strong men with tattoos struggling with punches and kicks. Not only were they not strong enough, but their movements were also too slow in my eyes.
This is the power of ordinary people, I couldn't help but sigh.
"Kirihara."
"Ah." I exclaimed.
I was so fascinated by what I was watching that I had no idea when Chuuya would appear behind me.
"Follow me." He led me out of the commercial street.
"Why did you come here? I didn't mean for you to go directly to the headquarters and wait for me." His tone was a bit reproachful.
"I'm lost." That's the truth.
"You..." Chuuya frowned, holding his forehead as if he had a headache.
"I saw Dazai." I said out of nowhere.
"Well," Chuuya pretended to be calm, but his breath was hard to calm down, "I didn't recognize you."
"No, he thought I was Watanabe Tsubasa," I replied calmly, "Why did he defect back then?"
"...I'm not very sure either." He pondered for a moment before replying.
When we arrived at the Mafia Building, the guard at the door bowed and let me in after seeing Chuuya.
"Commander Chuuya, Commander Kirihara."
I looked sideways and said hello, I know this guy. I remember the day I came to cause trouble, I kicked him down.
When the man saw that I noticed him, he shuddered hard.
"Am I so scary?" I asked as I approached the office.
When Chuuya heard the sound, he looked back at me amusedly: "You always have a straight face, which is indeed a bit scary."
"Is having a straight face scary?" I shrugged helplessly.
"Well," Chuuya thought, "it's hard to explain this question."
"Okay then." I asked no more.
Next door to Mori Ogai's office is the office of the cadres. In my mind, this is my first time here.
Although the decoration of this room is elegant and simple, it is less popular.
It's obvious that the Mafia cadres don't really like being here.
"Although it's a bit crude, it will be relatively safe to exchange information here."
"Rough?" I opened my mouth in surprise.
Is this person kidding? This decoration is much better than that of a detective agency!
What should I do, President? I really want to become a real undercover agent.
While I was dazed, Chuuya dragged two chairs over from the side and sat on one of them.
I sat on the other side and took out the envelope from my arms.
Chuuya frowned and opened the letter, while I told him the story of discovering the letter in detail.
"Is that so?" Through my words and the letter, Chuuya roughly understood the reason for the matter.
"So the replica that day actually wanted to kill me?" he asked, his eyes flickering.
"I'm not sure." I rubbed my temples.
"I feel like there may be something hidden in this letter," Chuuya shook his head, opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally said, "You may not remember, but once, you and Dazai were both present, but he chased me first. of you."
"Yeah." I replied.
He said that I remember this, it was the day Dazai pestered me to save the beauty hero.
Having said that, I don’t know if the restaurant is still open after the identity of the proprietress of the Chinese restaurant was discovered.
"Well, and," Chuuya continued, "I saw this picture, and this black charcoal is almost the same as the one you found."
The picture he was talking about was taken by me "secretly" today. The content of the picture is that Coal Ball was struggling in the cage, cursing and cursing.
"Really, then it seems that it is indeed the work of a homing pigeon..." I murmured.
"However, if their target is me and they chase me first," I said hesitantly, "should they use me as bait..."
"Impossible! Don't even think about it!" Chuuya interrupted me, looking a little impatient and making a clicking sound with his fists.
"Okay, okay, okay, as long as you don't beat me." I was startled. He raised his hands frankly and begged for mercy.
"Tsk, if you beg for mercy with a straight face, you'll deserve a beating more than Dazai." Chuuya rolled his eyes at me, "Speaking of which, we're all here, do you want to spar?"
"You still want to spar? You punched me so hard last time that I vomited blood... Let's continue brainstorming." I refused decisively.
"I will stop, don't worry!" Chuuya picked me up and dragged me out of the office like a dead dog.
I stared at Chuuya's profile for a moment and said, "Okay, maybe I can achieve the ultimate suicide through you."
Upon hearing this, Chuuya was suddenly stunned.
He turned to look at me. After being stunned for a moment, he said, "It was such a close call. You almost succeeded."
After saying that, he continued to pull me towards the backyard.
If I take out my phone to call for help now, do I still have to rush? Obviously I just came here to send a message!
