A passenger plane flies in the high blue sky.
This is a passenger plane bound for Yokohama Airport. It departs from London, England. Through the small round window, you can already see the islands in the distance. If you set up a telescope, you can probably see the workers busy going back and forth at the port.
In the first class cabin, a young man with short black hair was looking at a book seriously. To be precise, it was a handbook with the word 'ambition' written on the cover.
The page he is reading has a schedule densely written on it. This is his schedule for today.
The young man's name was Chiye Amamiya, a British-Japanese man. He had a small gray slant bag on his chest. He took out a pen from the bag and looked at the time on his watch. Among the above One item is checked off the schedule.
At 10:06, we checked on the plane to see if we could arrive at Yokohama Airport on time.
And below, twenty-three minutes later, is the estimated arrival time at the airport in the handbook.
After making the check mark, as if he had completed an important life event, Qian Ye raised the corners of his mouth. Even people who didn't know him could feel how happy he was.
The plane departed from London Airport on time without encountering any accidents along the way, and its speed was very stable. When the plane parked on the apron on time, his mood became even better.
——Very good, this is a good start.
Qian Ye said this in his heart. He did not go to claim his luggage like other passengers. All his luggage had been sent in advance to a hotel he had booked before. That hotel was an international chain hotel with a good reputation. He did not have to worry about what would happen to his luggage.
As someone who has to meet childhood friends later, it is not suitable to bring luggage.
Qian Ye, who was very planning in doing things, knew the layout of Yokohama Airport in advance. He relied on the signage and the internal map of the airport that he had seen in advance to walk in the direction of taking a taxi.
Everything was so natural, just as he expected. Until a little accident happened.
There were quite a few people like him taking taxis, and there wasn't much space on the road. Fortunately, it wasn't crowded, and everyone kept a certain social distance between them.
However, a man next to him seemed to have slipped or something else, and suddenly squeezed towards him. The other person seemed to be startled, and subconsciously grabbed the arm of the person closest to him to maintain his balance.
The person who was caught was Qian Ye.
Qian Ye easily supported the other person, which was not difficult. The man he supported was a bit thin for a man, and his weight was a bit light compared to a man of the same age.
"Thank you. Sorry, I'm a little anemic." The man thanked him.
The man who was righted had a pale face. In the late spring of May, which is approaching summer, I am wearing long clothes and long trousers that look very thick, and a white woolen hat that looks hot.
The air-conditioning in the airport was very strong, and the black-haired man looked really uncomfortable. He shivered when Qianye let go.
Qian Ye: "It's okay, sir. Do you need to call the staff for you?"
"No need..." As he spoke, the man coughed. He looked uncomfortable. His deep eyes seemed to glance at Qian Ye inadvertently, and then quickly looked away, as if he was worried about troublesome others. Somewhat embarrassed.
Qian Ye could tell from his appearance that he was not Japanese, but looked more like a European.
Since the other party didn't need help, as a stranger, he just smiled politely at him and walked towards his expected destination.
For Amamiya Qianye, this is just an episode that doesn't even need to be remembered.
But the black-haired man watched him leave indifferently, his clenched right hand pressed against his chin, and from time to time he made a sound that seemed to be coughing out his lungs.
His body was trembling slightly due to coughing, but his back was still straight, and his nerves were as tight as a bow with full strings.
"It's useless..."
The man murmured, and after losing sight of Qian Ye, he walked in the opposite direction, biting his thumbnail nervously as he walked.
——His supernatural powers, crime and punishment, have no effect on this man.
This is not good news for Fyodor. As an information dealer, he had long known that Amamiya Qianye would take this flight, so he waited here specially.
If it goes well, his superpower will kill the opponent, causing panic that will boil the entire airport, public opinion will ferment, and Qianye Amamiya, a famous superpower user in Europe, will have his identity moderately exposed. Announce it to the world.
——The Messenger of Hell, Zein.
Hell Messenger is the codename of Qianye Amamiya, and Zein is his British name.
Just like Fyodor's code name is Majin, there has always been a saying that "only the wrong name is not the wrong code name". Just from the code name of "Hell Messenger", you can know that Amamiya Qianye is a What a difficult character.
Such a troublesome person, someone who even the bell tower attendant wanted to recruit, suddenly chose to come to Yokohama. Fyodor keenly felt that this was not a good thing.
At least for him, it's definitely not a good thing.
His purpose was to kill the opponent right here when he first set foot on the soil of Yokohama. Then bribe the media to spread the news around the world as quickly as possible.
But his powers were useless to Amamiya Qianye.
And Fyodor faced another problem... He didn't know what Amamiya Qianye's specific power was.
This man is a celebrity in the upper class of Europe. He is equally divided between those who hate him and those who like him. Those who hate him call him the most brilliant liar, while those who like him give him the codename Hell Messenger. .
One thing they have in common is that anyone who has seen the other person's ability will take the initiative to keep his ability secret, so even Fyodor only got some specious and scattered gossip.
But in any case, Fyodor did not want to meet anyone who might disrupt his plans in the hunting ground of Yokohama.
But no...
The assassination failed.
Fyodor felt incredible and even looked at his hands blankly.
——In this world, besides Osamu Dazai, is there anyone who can escape his own powers?
There had just been a light rain outside, and the cool wind blew into the office area of the Armed Detective Agency from the open window. The papers stacked on the desk made a clattering sound, and were firmly trapped by the solid wood paperweight on top.
A slender and beautiful hand flexibly pulled out one of the pages. Without looking at the densely packed text on it, the dexterous fingers flew and folded out a paper airplane.
He holds the paper airplane with two fingers and raises it high. The hanging cuffs of his windbreaker reveal the white bandage on his wrist. It seems to be a small pastime for a seriously injured patient when he is bored while recuperating.
Following the movements of his fingers, the paper airplane swayed and flew in the air, then turned around midway, and its tip poked the forehead of the blond man who was flipping through his notes.
This man has bright blond hair. The long hair is tied up with a black hair rope and hangs down the back of his head. He wears a pair of rimless rectangular glasses, and the dark red temples go deep into the temples.
Before the paper airplane hit him, he looked at the notebook open in his hand with great seriousness. His plans for today were written in an orderly manner on the notebook. Everything he wanted to do and the corresponding time were clearly written on it, even down to the minute.
The font written with a pen on the white paper is neat and beautiful without losing the personal characteristics.
It can be seen from this schedule that this young-looking man is a serious and rigid person, and the interference of paper airplanes will definitely make him angry.
At least that's what most people in the room think.
Some people had subconsciously covered their ears, while others tensed their shoulders. They speculated that this man would be like the most terrifying dean in his student days, and would pull out the culprit and criticize him.
but……
Ten seconds passed, one minute passed, five minutes passed...
The man was indifferent.
As if the paper airplane that landed between his legs didn't exist, the man's olive eyes stared sharply and intently at the line of words in the note.
Ignoring a paper plane is like ignoring a boring colleague, which is not even a prank, but this kind of ignoring can happen to anyone, not including Kunikida Doppo.
Three minutes later, the blond man stood up, stuffed the closed notebook into the lining pocket of his suit jacket, and walked firmly towards the workstation of the bandaged man who sent out the paper airplane.
"Eh-" Junichiro Tanizaki subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.
Atsushi Nakajima, who had joined the company less than two months ago, suddenly closed his eyes and his upper and lower teeth were chattering lightly.
However, the scene that I thought would happen did not happen. The blond man, Mr. Kunikida Doppo, passed straight behind the bandage man's workstation, opened the door to the corridor, and disappeared behind the closed door. .
There was silence in the office area.
No, to be precise, there was no sound except for the chewing sound of Kazikaz.
Edogawa Ranpo calmly took out a small biscuit from the bag, stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "He went to the bathroom and won't come out for ten minutes."
Kenji Miyazawa exhaled a long breath he was holding, held his chest and relaxed, saying, "So that's it. Is it because you have a stomachache that you ignore Mr. Dazai?"
Atsushi Nakajima leaned on the table with his face as if he had been saved: "So that's it, that's great. I thought Mr. Kunikida was crazy."
Yosano Akiko put down the newspaper in her hand, picked up the coffee and said: "I thought Kunikida had finally given up on Dazai and planned to treat him as a transparent person from today on. That's right, anyone can partner with such a person, let alone Kunikida lasted for two years, but it only takes two months for ordinary people to despair of Dazai."
Izumi Jinghua opened her big, serious eyes and said in a straight tone: "It's cold violence in the workplace."
Tanizaki Naomi suddenly realized: "I see, that means that Mr. Kunikida, as the next generation president, will use his privileges to lead us to ignore Mr. Dazai and let him choose to resign in a long-term situation of neglect?"
Junichiro Tanizaki shook his body: "No, it's not that serious. It sounds terrible. Hey, Mr. Dazai, please say something."
Osamu Dazai folded another plane, this time he poked Atsushi Nakajima in the forehead. He raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "Don't tell me~"
Yosano clicked his tongue: "My guess is wrong. It seems that there are very important things that make him so shaken. It's all related to work anyway."
According to her understanding, any abnormality that occurs in Kunikida Doppo is basically related to work. Is it government-related work? Or does it involve the future development direction of the club?
Dazai chuckled and said nothing. Ranpo said directly: "No, he is going to meet a friend. So he needs to dress up, put on his most expensive suit, and be in his best state to see the other party, even to the extent of ignoring Dazai's behavior. After all, If you roar because you are angry, you might get wrinkles on your face, and that would not be perfect.”
Except for Dazai Osamu, everyone in the work area seemed to have a small question mark above their heads.
At the end, I heard Yosano say speechlessly: "I'm sick."
Although he has long been accustomed to the fact that there are no normal people in the circle of supernatural beings, Kunikida Doppo's abnormal behavior was just to meet a friend. Among abnormal people, it can be considered abnormal.
