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"I can give you some spicy curry." Oda weighed the fruit wine and curry in his hand, and made a difficult decision.

"How about we go to a tavern to drink at night? I found a really good tavern." Osamu Dazai quickly threw out the bait.

For the residents of the dark world who live in no rules, it is very pleasant to squeeze out a short leisure time and drink a glass of wine.

Even the oldest of them is still months away from becoming an adult.

"Cough." Oda was a little moved, "This is a clinic."

The little doctors in the clinic don't allow them to come into contact with high-concentration alcohol now.

"I, we, no, tell, tell, him." Osamu Dazai gestured with exaggerated mouth shapes.

Qiyu stood on the other side of the hospital bed with a lunch box in his hand, "I, already, already, know, know."

Oda quickly ate the spicy curry, drank the last sip of fruit wine, and even helped to clean up the garbage he made, put the lunch box in the sink, and walked to the clinic door in the shortest time, "Cough, if you don't go to work, you will be late Yes, wages will be deducted."

With his long legs, he ran fast and disappeared in an instant.

Qiyu put the porridge and egg custard on the small table dedicated to eating, moved a bench, went to the front of the hospital bed, and opened the medical book to read.

"The custard is salty and delicious." Osamu Dazai had nothing to say.

"Well, I don't even have to eat Chuuya." Saitama didn't lift her head.

This sentence pleased Osamu Dazai very well, and the speed of eating egg custard became faster. After eating,

"You can leave after eating the porridge."

The body recovery speed of supernatural beings is indeed different from that of ordinary people, but this is good, after all, supernatural beings have more chances of conflict and are more likely to be injured.

The spoon in Dazai Osamu's hand turned around, and finally scooped up the porridge, "Hey, a machine without emotions, do you want to know the life experience of the little dwarf?"

Compared to the King of Sheep's single-handed search for clues secretly, the Mafia's intelligence system is very professional and comprehensive.Maybe it will take a few days to find clues, so as to peel off the cocoons and uncover the mystery shrouded in Zhongye in the Central Plains.

"Mr. Dazai." Saitama finally looked up from the medical book, "Do you know the Armed Detective Agency?"

Opened in Yokohama, it looks like an inconspicuous organization of supernatural beings, but often the things it deals with are widely involved.

Osamu Dazai drank porridge.

"Mr. Mori's office should have been repaired." Saitama suddenly said, "Me and Chuya went to the detective agency to entrust this matter. Mr. Ranpo told me that the solution is very simple."

He did not name a specific solution.

"At that time, I didn't quite believe what Mr. Ranpo said."

But then I actually met the right maintenance helper and agreed to help restore the mafia office building.

"You can go and have a look." Saitama finally said.

He didn't reject the proposal that Osamu Dazai didn't mention, but he didn't agree either. Instead, he mentioned a more special existence than the mafia.

Osamu Dazai finally finished his porridge, and it was time to leave.

He walked to the door of the clinic and looked back at Saitama, "Is it repaired by supernatural powers?"

"Similar." Qiyu felt that it didn't seem like a supernatural ability, "You can try it and see if it can be erased. But I think there is a high probability that it won't be erased..."

"That's risky."

If the repairs disappear in an instant, Mori Ogai may double the bill again without giving Saitama time to react.

"It's not difficult to repair, you can try it once and for all." Saitama said softly, "Don't worry, Mr. Mori won't make things difficult for me."

Although he is not a genius nor supernatural, he is just an ordinary boy who cannot be more ordinary, but he has already noticed that he has something special about Mori Ogai.

"I'll help you." Osamu Dazai said.

For the port mafia today, it is destined to be turbulent.

The elegant carved solid wood door was slowly pushed open, and subordinates in black suits entered one after another.

Mori Ogai led the blond-haired young girl into the room, looking critically at every corner with sharp eyes, intending to pick out some problems that Saitama couldn't refuse and continue to make bills.

The original soulless tile floor has become an antique wooden floor with dark patterns, and the expensive velvet carpet laid on it seems a bit redundant; the modern high-grade bulletproof glass that cannot be bought or even bought has become a beautiful one. The wooden carved windows hide the modern glass well.

The combination of modern and classic is so perfect that it even has a master-level aesthetic.

Nothing to fault.

"That child is not filial enough." After picking and picking, Mori Ogai finally choked out a sentence.

If I knew such a powerful master earlier, I should have come to help earlier.

"Rin Taro, the cakes made by Saitama are better than the high-end cake shops outside." The blond girl said cheerfully.

"Okay." Mori Ogai languished.

It seems that it is not even allowed to say that the apprentice is not filial.

'Toot toot'.

Osamu Dazai stood at the door and knocked, "Mr. Mori, can I come in?"

The subordinates in black suits who helped move the office have all left, and now there are only Mori Ogai and Osamu Dazai on the top floor.

"Dazai." Mori Ogai sat behind a familiar desk, looked at the revived subordinate, and suddenly became enthusiastic, "Come in."

It's best to try right away to see if you can eliminate the places in the office that were repaired with supernatural powers. If it can be eliminated, then...

"Mr. Mori, if Saitama knows what you think, he will be sad." Osamu Dazai stepped in with his hands in his pockets.

"Dazai, this is an order." The mafia leader said.

Orders cannot be disobeyed.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and pressed it to the floor.

The wooden floors, which were not covered by velvet carpets, were left intact.

"Alice-chan, I'm so sad." The expected thing didn't happen, and Mori Ogai felt that he needed comfort.

But the blond girl ignored him.

"Dazai, contact the intelligence team and find out who has this kind of repair ability." Mori Ogai quickly issued another order.

Saitama decided to go to the Armed Detective Agency and entrust Edogawa Ranpo again.

Small pieces of pumpkin, milk, egg liquid, low-gluten flour, starch, etc. are used to make fluffy and soft steamed buns filled with pumpkin, and they can be packed in paper bags.

"Chuya." Saitama packed up the paper bag and went out with him, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I feel that entrusting Mr. Ranpo is the best way."

Because until now, the Central Plains has not found any useful clues.

"Qitama, I seem to be taken care of by you." Nakahara Nakaya stood behind Qitama, looking down at the shoes on his feet.

The latest promotional model is not cheap after the discount. It is because the style is beautiful enough that Saitama made up his mind to buy it for him.

"Is there? I don't feel it."

"Yes, if it weren't for you, I would never have thought of going to a detective agency."

"No way. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have gone to the detective agency to ask for a solution last time."

Because Chuya Nakahara destroyed the mafia office building and was chased by Mori Ogai with huge bills, they went to the detective agency to find a solution.

But before that, Saitama had actually met Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the detective agency, and knew that he and Mori Ogai were old acquaintances. A childish youth who can see through at a glance.

Armed Detective Agency.

Kunikida Doppo is lying on the table writing and drawing quickly, he has already drawn up the most perfect work diary!

"Mr. Ranpo, why did you suddenly put away all the snacks?" Kunikida put away the account, and when he looked up, he saw Edogawa Ranpo collecting his own snacks. "Is something wrong? Do you want to find the president?"

In the office, once Mr. Ranpo becomes unsteady, something must have happened!

"It's all right." The thin young man happily put away all the snacks, stepped forward to open the door of the office, just outside stood Qitama holding a small steamed bun, and Nakahara Chuya who raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, "The commission is here. "

The small steamed buns filled with pumpkin have a very sweet chestnut flavor.

"His background."

"There is no need to investigate, the clues will take the initiative to find him."

"Well, I can't reveal too much."

The young man in the detective hat did not say everything in one sentence as usual, but only said a little bit, and refused to reveal the key points behind.

"Since you know, why can't you tell?" Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to know his own life experience, seeing the clues in front of his eyes, but the other party refused to say it, he squeezed his fingers, which meant to act immediately.

"Because...everything is a choice of fate."

Saitama suddenly remembered what Ranpo-san said the last time he came to the detective agency.Last time he talked about himself, although he didn't say it this time, Mr. Ranpo didn't squint his eyes, but looked at himself.

It really has something to do with me.

"Chuya, let's just wait." Saitama pressed Nakahara Chuya's hand, "Thank you, Mr. Ranpo."

"Hey, what snacks do you want to bring me next time?" The young man narrowed his eyes again, looking at Saitama expectantly.

"Only sour vinegar kombu?"

As soon as Qiyu finished speaking, he was pulled by Nakahara Chuya to stand up, and he quickly said hello and left.

The two teenagers on the opposite sofa ran away like flying. Edogawa Ranbu squinted his eyes and picked up the steamed buns. After eating for a while, he said, "Vinegar kelp, it's sour."

On the road near the detective agency office building.

Even though Nakahara Chuya has come out of the detective agency, he still has a bit of a grudge, "He knows."

Just won't say it.

"Chuya." Saitama tried to explain the matter, "Think about it, it's better to say something than not to say it. For example, I'm losing my hair, and I don't want many people to know. If I see someone, say I It would be weird if you lost your hair."

An office worker in a hurry passed by the two of them, just when they heard this sentence, they couldn't help but turned their heads and looked at the hair on top of Saitama's head in surprise.

Hair loss at such a young age?