The vest cannot be collapsed

Haruki Iyama, who lost his cat after a hangover, was sitting on a chair thinking about life.

Last night, he remembered that he asked Atsushi Nakajima to go out to buy sour plum soup, and he never saw him again. After he got drunk, although he had no memory, the system recorded a video anyway. Jushan Haruki endured the hangover headache and finished watching the long After more than an hour of dark history, there was no sign of Atsushi Nakajima.

He hasn't been back to the bar since he went out last night.

But he wasn't home either.

Haruki Juyama returned home immediately after jumping out from Zhongya's house in Nakahara. The empty villa was the same as when they left yesterday morning, and there was no sign of anyone returning.

Yokohama is a city near the sea, and the temperature difference between day and night and the sea level are very different. On some dew-heavy nights, before the sun rises the next day, the plants and low buildings will be covered with dewdrops.

Last night was one such night.

So if someone stayed at the gate of the villa last night, there will be an obvious area without dew on the ground before the sun rises in the morning.

Atsushi Nakajima does not have a key to the house, and if he comes back, he will not be able to enter the house, so according to his personality, he will probably stay at the door all night.

But there is no such a mist-free area at the door.

I don't know whether Atsushi Nakajima didn't know the way or other reasons, he didn't go home either.

This is a bit of a hassle.

Yokohama is a big city, and in such a big city without relying on external forces to find a boy in his early 18s is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But... Jushan Haruki strangely thought of what he said when he sent that cat boy back yesterday——

You can find them even if the cat is lost.

How about... Try it?

Now that he has decided where to find someone, Jushan Haruki decided to deal with the wound first.

The chaos of yesterday has passed overnight, the ghost knows what is going on with this body, anyway, now he is covered with scratches and bruises, and there are wounds from glass fragments, and even Chuya's subordinates didn't care when they moved the two of them. Be careful of the bruises that come out.

All in all, it just looks pretty miserable.

If he woke up yesterday morning with injuries that looked like he had been in a fight with someone, then the injuries on his body now look like he was beaten up.

One seemed to be honorably injured back and forth with the other party, and the other seemed to be pressed to the ground and hammered.

Can I really go out to meet people with this injury... Jushan Haruki wondered for a while, and decided to make up a little bit without hesitation.

It is impossible for him not to wear a windbreaker. Wearing a windbreaker in Yokohama is like eating french fries with ketchup, and the muscle memory is almost formed. Isn't this justified?

This beige windbreaker has half sleeves, and the other white cuffs reach to the wrist, but he never wears that unless it is absolutely necessary.

That one was too much like Chief Sen, so he didn't want to make himself unhappy.

I should have gotten a few more black trench coats when I bought clothes for Dun today.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't have a black windbreaker. He found some inspiration from his former colleagues, so he simply took out a roll of bandages from the first aid kit and wrapped them tightly around the two arms that had just cleaned the wounds.

【Perfect. 】Haruki Jushan is convinced.

If you can't solve the problem, fix the problematic arm. Since the arm is full of injuries, it's fine to block it.

The next step is to go to the place where it is said that you can find cats to see if you can find Atsushi Nakajima.

Big cats... are they cats too?This is the scope of business... right?

He hesitantly knocked on the wooden door.

When he just came up from below, he thought he came to the wrong place. Under the detective agency was a coffee shop that hadn't opened yet. At first glance, he thought the loft above was the second floor of the coffee shop.

There was no response from the door.

Too early to go to work yet?Haruki Jushan knocked on the wooden door again.

"Just push the door—" A familiar voice came from inside the door.

It was the boy who lost his way that day.

It seemed that he had found the right one, and Haruki Jushan pushed the door open with confidence, and the moment he opened the door, the noisy room suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Haruki Juyama: "?"

He put down the rough snacks he brought for Luanbu, and looked back at these strange-eyed people blankly.

He looked at the only Luanbu who had a normal expression among all the people: "This is a rough snack for you."

"It should be the flavors you like," he rummaged through the bag, "there is also a daily limit of [-] servings of sakura flavor. I just bought the last one when I went today."

Luanbu's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

"It's horrible," Junichiro Tanizaki spoke out from everyone's heart amidst the chaotic steps, "Speaking like this with a look like Mr. Dazai."

It will make everyone who knows Osamu Dazai have the illusion that they have gone to another parallel world.

It must be someone's dream that Osamu Dazai would say such words and show such an expression.

"By the way," Haruki Iyama, who couldn't extricate himself from the joy of petting the cat, didn't hear what Junichiro Tanizaki said just now, "I have a commission."

"My younger brother disappeared yesterday," he said sincerely, looking at Luanbu who could no longer hold his head up in a pile of rough pastries. "Yesterday I heard that your company can find cats... so maybe you can find someone?"

"...Who did you hear that we can find cats?" Kunikida didn't know how to face this client who looked like Dazai for a while.

His subconscious made his hands itch when he saw this outfit.

"Me!" Ranpo raised his hand high, "It was said by the great Ranpo-sama of the detective agency."

"What does the person you are looking for look like? Where did you lose it?" He reluctantly looked away from the snacks, "Master Ranbu can help you analyze it."

"Really? It's amazing," Haruki Yoshiyama applauded Edogawa Ranpo very cooperatively, "I lost it in the bar street yesterday."

"Bar Street?" Luanbu frowned, "It was a bit messy there last night, so it's not surprising that they got lost."

The culprit who caused "a little chaos" blinked guiltyly, and continued to applaud very cooperatively: "Master Luanbu is so powerful."

"Of course," Luanbu was very pleased with his flattery, "so about what age and what kind of child got lost?"

"I think I have to take back my last sentence," Junichiro Tanizaki looked at the two people who were very harmonious, "He doesn't look like Mr. Dazai at all except his appearance."

Now this person who has to put a sentence in every sentence, if it is Mr. Dazai, it will be terrible.

And the most frightening thing was that while he was dressed from head to toe like the second Dazai Osamu, at the same time, he had a little more sense of confusion in the sincere praise.

This strange fusion of Mr. Dazai and Ranpo almost made everyone present have the same feeling in their hearts.

--horrible.

"18 years old, white hair, about 1.7 meters," Haruki Iyama thought for a while and described under Ranpo's expectant gaze, "Looks a bit malnourished and..."

Kunikida had a bad feeling.

As he gradually described in detail from height and shape to clothing, and even mentioned such small details as the brand of the clothes, isn't he talking about the human tiger who was brought back by them in the alley yesterday?

It turned out that this was the rich man who adopted Renhu, and he was also the one who sent Luanbu back yesterday.

Hearing from Luanbu that his parents and housekeeper had an accident at home, no wonder he adopted a picked up boy as his younger brother, and even spent huge sums of money to buy clothes for him.

So the villa that Osamu Dazai pried open yesterday was actually his home.

This little young master who came to the detective agency with a thick snack to make a commission seems to be completely ignorant of Renhu's other identity, and seems to have nothing to do with the world of supernatural beings.

Is it really good to let him adopt Renhu...?

Whether it's the special identity of the human tiger or the second white tiger that he didn't find that night, it means that as an ordinary rich second generation, he will encounter more dangers than usual after stepping into this world.

A large part of the existence of the Armed Detective Agency is to protect this kind of people in Yokohama.

The eyes of the other people present gradually became strange as he narrated in detail.

"Why don't you go back first," Kunikida said suddenly, "We will let you know if we have any clues."

Let's persuade the young master to go home first.

At the same time, in the bedroom of Chuya's house in Zhongyuan, Chuya, who had just woken up, frowned while listening to his subordinate's report.

A person who seems to be as bad at drinking as he is, and possesses similar abilities.

This reminded him subconsciously of a person.

"When did he run away?" Zhong Yuanzhong also changed his clothes and threw the alcohol-smelling coat on the stool.

Cold sweat gradually seeped from the foreheads of his subordinates. Unregistered supernatural beings, he actually let people run away like this, and it was as simple as jumping out of the window.

The open window kept sending in the morning breeze, and the curtains on one side were blown back and forth by the wind, as if mocking his dereliction of duty.

"Forget it," Zhong Yuanzhong stood up without waiting for his subordinates to answer, "monitor me."

"Where is he now?"

-

"Where is he now?"

Osamu Dazai was leaning on the table, and a handbook with an unclear name was flipped up and down in his hand, completely revealing his uneasy heart.

A rich second generation who has adopted Renhu with a high probability, looks very similar to him in temperament and dress, a villa where all valuables have been taken away, and a family that Ranpo said has no parents or even a housekeeper.

A simple manufacturing process that fully complies with a false identity.

There is no past to investigate, there are no traceable sources, orphans appear out of thin air, and huge sums of money are unknown.

It is very in line with the handwriting habit of a person when making a false identity.

And the most important thing is that yesterday, the commission they received said that two white tigers had appeared in the place where he lived,

"Forget it," he stood up straight and put away the manual, and said the same words as Zhong Yuanzhong, "monitoring."

Haruki Jushan, who was walking home, received a call from an unfamiliar number.

"Just call me Fyodor," said the other end of the phone, "I'm the one who called you that day."

A long-term meal ticket sent by his Russian grandmother!

Haruki Jushan was instantly in awe of the person on the other end of the phone.

"Hmm..." The person on the other end of the phone seemed a little uncomfortable with his sudden change of attitude, "I still have half an hour to take off, and I will arrive at Haneda Airport in six hours."

"Grandma Katya asked me to visit you first when I arrived in Yokohama. She was a little worried." He said.