For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

I don't remember how I felt at the time, the only thing I remember is that I threw Dazai back into the river.

When I went to work the next morning, my heart was still full of anger.

Next to him, Yosano joked: "What a strong murderous aura."

Dazai took a step behind me, noticed my fierce eyes, and jumped back conditionedly, with his back against the wall, and moved to his office seat.

Yosano: "What happened?"

"It's alright," I grabbed the pen and wrote stroke by stroke on the paper, "my cycle is messed up."

"..."

After less than a minute, Kunikida came in. The office work that piled up into the hills in the past few days made his brain aches and he was quite haggard.

I was a little concerned at first, but who knew that the other party said, "I'll give you the monthly exam paper later."

...Even the Apostle of Cang couldn't erase your intention to ask the question? !

I stared at him for a while, and suddenly started to flatter me: "Teacher, you've become handsome again recently."

The other raised his eyebrows.

"It's also getting sexier with glasses."

Kunikida was unmoved: "What conspiracy do you have?"

"How can I be so honest, a child can only tell the truth!"

"If someone praises me for believing me, forget it." He sat on his seat, turned on the computer, and sorted out the information. "The document has been passed on to you. I will print it out later, and give it to me before noon."

My face collapsed into withered chrysanthemums.

After dawdlingly turning the printer on, I asked, "When will the tutoring end?"

"When you reach the common age for college graduates to graduate," Kunikida typed on the keyboard, "or start a family and start a business, these are Mr. Jiro's original words."

As soon as he heard that Dazai was excited again, he quickly raised his hand: "If it is the latter, I am willing to help!"

Kunikida: "Except you!!!"

Working in the Armed Detective Agency has many advantages. The safety factor is high, the five insurances and one housing fund are guaranteed, and the staff dormitories are also allocated. There is also a cafe downstairs. You can go there to enjoy afternoon tea and set up a dragon gate array when you have nothing to do. excellent.

Like now.

"Ito has been working here for a few years," Dazai asked, lying on the table, "What is her entrance test?"

He was quite curious about this, who had just passed the quality inspection.

Yosano: "The Cowherd Threat Letter Incident."

"Huh?" Luanbu was a little confused, "Isn't that the fight on your behalf?"

Dazai was finally willing to raise his head from the table: "Dragon?"

Yusano took on the important task of explaining: "Well, it was a commission from a rich second generation. His father wanted him to become a judo master, so he signed up for him to participate in the national judo competition. The son was timid, so he directed and acted by himself. There was a case of disappearance, and after being seen by Mr. Chaobu, he spent a lot of money begging us to find a member who can fight to replace the game."

"Ito can transform into magic, this task must be hers."

Speaking of this, Yusano was a little bit dumbfounded: "Originally, I just needed to pass the preliminary round to give the rich businessman an explanation, but as a result, Ito beat the top, and all the way through the preliminary round will fly from the preliminary round to the final, and finally won the championship in one fell swoop. ——On the podium was the deity, the son of a wealthy businessman, and I still remember the picture of his dad crying with joy and holding a dazed face and crying out of breath."

"I thought this was Ito's admission test," hurriedly ate the last piece of potato chips in the snack bag. "No wonder the president asked her to write a three-thousand-word review."

Dazai: "..." It really seems like something that Ito would do.

At this moment, I walked into the cafe just after the "battle" and swung to Dazai's side like a ghost and sat down.

"The monthly exam is over?" asked Yosano.

"It's over," I pressed my face to the table, "my life is over, too, and the teacher will probably send me to see God after the correction..."

The other party took a sip of coffee and said, "I'm usually quite a smart person, but when it comes to studying, I feel sluggish."

"More than that," I sat up and leaned forward, pulling up the shattered hair on my forehead to show her, "I'm so shriveled that my hairline has retreated."

"The headband is in the way, so you can't see it."

"..."

I pursed my lips and sat back.

"Speaking of the headband," Yosano recalled, "I don't think I've ever seen you take it off."

Dazai: "Neither do I."

Rushing: "Not really."

The headband I never took off has long since become an unsolved mystery of the Armed Detective Agency. The prize for guessing the truth has now risen to 500,000, and it will continue to rise.

There are many sayings about why I wear a headband, what to cover up acne, what to absorb sweat, and what to pull the wind. I have a big brain and guess I have a third eye. I joined the detective agency just to cover up the gods. identity.

"Well..." Dazai stretched out his thumb and index finger to his chin, thinking, "Could it be that Ito is an alien with a special signal receiving device of the mother star on his forehead?"

I glanced at him: "You are better suited to writing novels than Oda."

At this moment, another guest came in outside the door, a man with glasses: "Is this a detective agency?"

"No, the detective agency is on the fourth floor," I turned my head and pointed to the ceiling, "but we are members of the detective agency, do you have any commission?"

"Ah that's great, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly startled, and his originally depressed face instantly became festive: "Isn't this the famous detective last time?!"

Hearing this, Luanbu raised his head slightly, and said proudly and helplessly, "There's really no way, the name of my real detective is already so loud, but it's only natural, who told me to be so good—"

Then, the next second, the client directly skipped him and took my hand.

The grip is not enough, but I still shake and shake excitedly: "I can see you, detective!"

The atmosphere of the cafe has become subtle.

Everyone knows that Mr. Ranpo is the signboard of the detective agency, and he is the only one worthy of the title of famous detective, so Yusano had to ask one more question: "Did you find the wrong person?"

I nodded again and again: "You found the wrong person."

"How is that possible!" The client resolutely denied this, "If it wasn't for you, I would have been tricked by liars!"

I was silent for a moment, then turned my head to ask Dazai for confirmation: "Have I lost my memory?"

The latter: "Sorry, you forgot to marry me."

"..." Bah, man.

In contrast, the most excited is the client: "Have you forgotten, have you really forgotten, it was the amusement park last time, ah amusement park!"

Playground?

"Oh—" I suddenly realized that the door of memory that had been sealed for a long time was opened.

I remember that it was a sunny day a long time ago. At that time, I was an innocent and young girl who didn’t know what tutoring was. Shinji and the others didn’t follow Oda to relocate—no, the latter was still in reform through labor.

At that time, I had just received a commission payment, and it was a good time to splurge on a large sum of money, so when I was happy, I took my five children to the playground. The children liked more adventurous projects, and immediately chose the high speed car to go. I challenged myself, but I refused on the grounds that I was too old to be stimulated. I just squatted in place and waited for them to finish flying before going to the next project site.

I'm not cowardly, no.

However, just when I was so bored that I was about to fall asleep, a small pavilion not far away caught my attention.

The shop owner is a fat uncle. He said that he will put a coin in any of the three bowls in front of him, and then randomly change the order, let the guests guess, and you can get a million if you guess it right. Jackpot.

But many people did not guess.

I walked up to see the excitement, just in time to catch up with a gentle man with glasses and began to guess. When the boss finished changing the order, he struggled for a long time, and I stopped him just as he was about to choose the middle bowl.

'Don't be fooled,' I said, 'the coin is hidden behind his back. ’

The boss was very angry, and the guests were shocked. He immediately questioned the authenticity of the event and asked the former to stand up and check. The boss had no choice but to stand up. As a result, a coin fell out of his back with a bang.

In the end, the owner was taken away by the person in charge of the playground, and the young man wearing glasses pulled me and kept asking me how I found out the truth.

I'm not good at showing off my eyes. I only say that I am a detective, and I have reasoned out. The specific reasoning method involves commercial secrets and it is inconvenient to disclose.

Unexpectedly, the fate of that time has continued to this day.

The five of us went to the detective agency together, and the client told me in the president's office that this woman should only exist in the sky, and how many times I heard it in the world.

"What exactly do you want to entrust?" I don't know if I can't listen anymore, the president interrupted with a serious look.

Only then did the client remember the purpose of the trip: "By the way, my baby is lost!"

baby?

"your child?"

The client shook his head.

"wife?"

Shaking his head.

"family heirloom?"

"No, it's my pet," said this, the client was distraught, "I wanted to call the police, but when those guys heard that my baby lost it by themselves, they would not accept the case at all. Beasts, beasts, beasts are not as good!"

The last sentence also scolded us, who were also unable to handle this case.

"This case is not within our scope of acceptance," the president is still very upright, "Although I am sorry, please forgive me."

The Armed Detective Agency accepts dangerous jobs that cannot be handed over to the military and the police. Ordinary pet missing cases are indeed overkill.

These words gave the client a blow to the head, and he cried out like a child: "The world is getting worse, and people's hearts are not old... These days, even the kindest detectives are unwilling to help me find them. Is my cat so cute, so fluffy... What if it is spoiled by some wicked person!"

The president caught the most crucial word: "Cat?"

"Yes, my precious cat," the client took out a photo of a long-haired cat from his wallet, "that's it!"

Me on the sidelines: "..."

This is completely targeted sniping at President Fukuzawa!

The president really didn't disappoint me. I saw him seriously looking at the photo and thinking for a while, then raised his head seriously and said solemnly, "Yes."

The client has not responded yet.

The president still maintained a serious expression, as if his heart had not fluctuated after seeing the photo: "I said, yes."

When I left the president's office, the client grabbed my hand excitedly: "I'll leave my cat to you!"

Looking at his face that combines hope, emotion, and worry, I twitched the corners of my mouth and asked, "What's your cat's name, and can you give me its photo, and I'll give it back when I find it. yours."

"It's natural," the client hurriedly took out the picture he put back in his wallet, "it's called Mimi."

All cats can have a mime.

After agreeing to give him an answer within two days, I sat down on the office chair, and the client did not forget to shout before going out: "My cat depends on you, a detective!"

Hearing this famous detective, colleagues from all directions, including Kunikida, all focused their attention on Luanbu, and then turned to look at me in unison, as if they had discovered a new continent.

I silently buckled the hood on my head, pulled down the drawstrings on both sides to frame my face, only showing half of my eyes and one nose, so obsessed with work, I didn't care about the world.