The vest cannot be collapsed

This ups and downs of the rich and powerful drama finally ended with the opposite good-hearted Russian who will come to Yokohama in a few days.

Haruki Juyama, who just learned that he was nothing more than ten minutes ago, is now everything. The world is impermanent, and such a life course of ups and downs would take at least ten years to complete on others. for ten minutes.

The life of the rich is so dull and boring.

Being bankrupt is like playing, and being rich is like playing.

With a huge sum of money, Jushan Qingshu finally remembered his original intention of going downstairs. By the way, he wanted to find something to eat for the white tiger boy who was picked up last night.

Who would have thought that the chef had also run away, the refrigerator was empty, and this ordinary morning had such an unusual start.

"What do you want to eat?" Haruki Jushan put down the microphone, turned to look at Atsushi Nakajima behind him, and was ready for this white tiger boy to hit him when he heard that he suddenly had an inheritance from Russia A sum of preparations.

"Chazuke." Atsushi Nakajima said honestly.

Haruki Juyama:? ? ?

Standing in front of you is a rich second generation who is about to inherit a huge Russian inheritance, and when he asks you what you want to eat, you actually tell him to eat ochazuke.

"Did you just hear the content of my call?" he confirmed.

Atsushi Nakajima nodded in confusion: "The microphone is very loud."

The implication is that I have heard it.

"Then you eat tea and rice?" Haruki Jushan looked over incomprehensibly, was he embarrassed to make any request.

In his sight, Atsushi Nakajima showed a mixed expression of apology and disappointment: "Is...is it too expensive?"

Haruki Yoshiyama seemed to be hallucinating a big cat with drooping ears.

"No..." Jushan Haruki was heartbroken, "It's too cheap!"

In the empty living room, the rich young master's voice of hating iron and steel echoed in every inch of the air: "You heard that I just inherited hundreds of billions of inheritance and only want to eat tea and rice, don't you feel it is a shame?"

"But that's your money..." Atsushi Nakajima said frankly, "And I really just want to eat tea and rice now."

Mixed with dried plums and leftover chicken from last night, together with warm soup rolled into the throat, in the kitchen of the orphanage, ochazuke was eaten secretly.

"Okay," Jushan Qingshu looked at the honest boy and held his forehead, "Then change your clothes first."

He walked to the middle of the stairs only to find that Atsushi Nakajima was still standing in the living room in a daze, he couldn't help but stop and look over: "Atsushi?"

"What are you doing standing in the living room? Come up?"

"Ah?" The little tiger standing on the first floor made a confused voice, "I'll just wait for you on the first floor."

"?" Jushan Haruki was really caught by him, "Aren't you coming up to change?"

"Should I come up and change it too?" the honest boy asked.

Atsushi Nakajima was walking on the road, tugging at his sleeves rather uncomfortable.

He has never worn this kind of clothes before, the soft fabric fits gently on his wrist, and the delicate and smooth sleeves are completely unlike the product of the same world as the one he remembered.

This was completely different from the clothes he had been exposed to in the orphanage before. He didn't know why, but when he touched this piece of smooth fabric, he unexpectedly had the urge to cry.

"Dun?" Haruki Jushan, who was walking in front, suddenly felt that the person behind him had disappeared, and when he turned around, he found that he was standing there and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ah?" Atsushi Nakajima, who stood still and looked at his sleeves in a daze, raised his head and ran after him quickly.

Although Jushan Haruki's shell is fragile like a piece of tofu that falls apart at any time, his height is not indebted to him at all. He is 1.8 meters five, half a knuckle taller than Dazai Osamu, and short in the last world. After the tragedy of Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, he was very satisfied with this height anyway.

Due to the habit of dressing in Mafia at the port, he originally wanted to find a black windbreaker to wear outside, but he didn't know if it was because the young master didn't like to wear windbreakers or something else, so he searched all over the place. In the whole wardrobe, I only found one white and one beige.

Haruki Jushan decisively chose beige.

The white one looks very forest leader at first glance, he is PTSD.

So he took Atsushi Nakajima into the store like this, and after watching him order twenty bowls of chazuke in a row, the expression on his face finally cracked.

No wonder Atsushi Nakajima asked him in the living room just now if it was a bit expensive, and it was a bit exaggerated for him to order twenty bowls.

The wealthy young master's stomach is as small as a bird, and Haruki Jushan is already full before eating a few mouthfuls. Based on the principle of not wasting food, he began to prepare for the first bowl that Atsushi Nakajima will eat.

Finally, after the eighth cup of chazuke was also emptied by him, Haruki Yoshiyama finally understood why he just opened his mouth so confidently that there were twenty bowls.

It turned out to be really edible, shocking.

"Eat slowly." He went out and walked around, and he would feel a little full if he watched Atsushi Nakajima eat like this. "I've already paid for it."

As soon as he walked out of the store, Jushan Haruki saw a boy holding a bunch of snacks standing at the crossroads at the door.

He was wearing a brown suit and a matching hat of the same color on his head, and he looked lost.

Among the traffic coming and going in the early morning, while holding snacks, he looked at the four directions leading to the intersection in confusion, and looked at the snacks in his arms in confusion, and finally chose a stick from it in discouragement. The lollipop was stuffed into his mouth.

Jushan Haruki watched him squat down on the side of the road, from being frustrated that he couldn't find his way to excitedly choosing his favorite style from the bag of snacks, his right hand shamefully began to move.

A section of his hair peeking out from under his hat looked pleasing to the touch.

So he stood beside him, and after he opened a bag of potato chips, he said hypocritically: "Are you lost?"

"Yes." The young man swallowed the snacks in his mouth and replied inarticulately.

"I'm still very familiar with this area," Jushan Haruki stretched out his right hand ready to move, "I can do nothing but like to help others when passing by."

【Really?I don't believe it,] the system is amazed at this person's ability to open his eyes and tell lies.

The boy squatting on the ground sniffled dissatisfiedly, and pierced him mercilessly: "But didn't you just stand there and watch?"

Was discovered.

Jushan Haruki continued to stretch out his sinful hand without any embarrassment on his face: "I just want to confirm whether you are really lost."

"Don't touch my hair." The boy squatting on the ground covered a section of hair protruding from under the hat with both hands and leaned back, complaining dissatisfiedly, "What you've been looking at just now is Lord Ranbu's hair."

"No," he categorically denied, "I've always seen the snacks in your arms."

The boy on the ground who called himself Luanbu hugged the snack in his arms even tighter.

"I didn't intend to snatch your snacks..." Jushan Haruki explained weakly, "Look how I can snatch your snacks in my current state."

He's a little trash.

"It's hard to say." Ranbu said with a serious face, he looks so much like Dazai in appearance, and maybe he has the same personality.

As soon as this person appeared from the store, he noticed him. It was nothing but the moment he came out, he thought he saw Osamu Dazai.

Immediately, Edogawa Ranpo denied his guess. Although he looked similar in stature alone, upon closer inspection, this man was a little taller than Osamu Dazai.

And his hair is white.

This strange man who looked like Dazai stood on the opposite side of the road and looked at his hair thoughtfully for a while, then suddenly walked towards him, and after he got closer, Edogawa Ranpo realized that his eyes were A very light amber shade.

Almost light gold in sunlight.

Asians rarely have this kind of eye color, and he is more inclined that this person is of mixed race. Coupled with his expensive clothes, his family background must not be bad.

The amplitude of the arm swing is very unnatural, like the sequelae of excessive muscle strain. People from this family do not know how to lift heavy objects with their own hands, so it should not be caused by physical labor. When walking, the footsteps hesitate and the center of gravity falls unconsciously on the other side. foot, so the left foot sprained in recent days.

There are some small problems all over the body, and there are even some redness and swelling on the wrist exposed by the delicate cuffs.

His face was pale with anemia, and his eyes were slightly bruised. He probably didn't sleep well last night, and the injuries all over his body were very new. It was estimated that they occurred within 24 hours.

This is a mixed-race rich second generation who was in poor health and didn't know what he was doing out there last night. Luanbu made his first judgment.

Maybe there are some genetic diseases, which will have to wait for the meeting to make contact before making a judgment.

The mixed-race rich second generation with poor health seems to be very interested in his hair, but Mr. Ranpo will never let this strange rich second generation of unknown origin touch his hair.

He leaned back warily.

The rich second generation showed a heartbroken expression, looking at him as if he was looking at a cat that wouldn't be allowed to masturbate.

What are you taking Mr. Ranpo for!

After he clearly showed his intention not to be touched, the rich second generation looked at the snacks in his hand, then at the store not far away, and went to buy him twice as much Snacks are coming.

His observation skills are astonishing, and the ones he bought are actually the favorites he picked out of those favorite snacks just now.

Luanbu tried his best to suppress his excited expression, and silently lowered the hand covering his hair from the top of his head.

"So!" Luanbu emphasized with a pile of snacks that were far more than what he said before, "These extra portions are bought by Master Ranpo with hard work!"

"And," he added after looking at Osamu Dazai, "it turns out that there are really good people who are very similar to Dazai."

It's just Osamu Dazai sitting next to him innocently:?It's just someone touching their hair. Where's the hard work?

"It's none of my business." He looked at the pile of snacks in Luanbu's arms without commenting, but asked curiously, "How similar?"

"Hmm..." Luanbu buried his head in a table of snacks, thought for a while and said, "In short, they are very similar."

No matter from the beige windbreaker or from the height or the temperament.

And he didn't know why he always felt that this weak and rich second generation had a talent for troublemaking that was not inferior to Osamu Dazai.

After getting the reply, Osamu Dazai grinned exaggeratedly and jumped off his desk. Before he could say anything, the door of the Armed Detective Agency was suddenly pushed open.

Kunikida came in from the outside with a solemn face: "There is a new commission."

"What?" Ranpo raised his head excitedly, and secretly hid the pile of snacks under the table secretly, trying not to let Kunikida see that he had bought more than twice what he planned.

Osamu Dazai turned over and lay back on the table, lamenting in a drawn-out tone that he didn't want to go out at noon when the sun was at its maximum.

"It has something to do with the human tiger," Kunikida ignored the two and continued, "Some witnesses said they saw the white tiger, and it sounds like it was the one that made a lot of noise a few days ago."

"But for some reason, he saw two identical white tigers."

As soon as Kunikida's voice fell, the room that was haunted by Dazai's drawn-out tones suddenly fell silent.

He raised his head for some unknown reason, just in time to see Osamu Dazai jumping off the table, his lowered head could not see the expression clearly, only the chandelier above his head separated his indistinguishable face into two sides, one light and one dark .

"Entrust me to do this." Osamu Dazai, who suddenly became quiet, calmly pulled the piece of paper out of Kunikida's hand.