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There seems to be something wrong with the detective agency upstairs recently.

The waitress at the whirlpool coffee shop thought casually while grinding the coffee powder.

Yokohama is not peaceful, even the number of commissions from the detective agency has increased. The most intuitive manifestation of the busyness of everyone in the detective agency is that everyone seldom comes to the coffee shop to chat and eat. It was originally a lively coffee shop. Their busyness gradually became a little deserted.

After the detective agency got busy, the only people who came to the coffee shop were Atsushi who helped everyone bring coffee upstairs, and the new non-staff member of the detective agency Haruki Iyama.

Even the two of them didn't come these days. If it weren't for the other members of the agency rushing to investigate the commission every morning and evening, the waitress would suspect that the detective agency upstairs had moved away.

While thinking wildly, she added coffee beans in it carelessly. She didn't realize that the coffee powder in the container overflowed until she felt the cool powder on her thumb.

——She added more beans.

Fortunately, there will be no guests, the waitress hurriedly started to clean up, the spilled coffee grounds mixed with the water stains on the table that hadn't been wiped off in time, the brown liquid stained her white shirt, and it blurred out. Difficult-to-wash brown stains.

At this time, the glass bottle placed on the table with its mouth open was brought down by her hasty movements. Amidst the sweet and greasy strawberry essence, the cooking table was messed up. Falling glass bottle.

The price is being sprinkled all over with the remaining powder in the bottle.

It is not an exaggeration to describe this scene as disaster.

Just at this time, she heard the sound of someone knocking on the counter. The waitress looked up and saw a wet tissue.

"Wipe off the coffee on your body first." The person who handed the wet tissue pointed to her neckline and reminded her kindly.

The waitress discovered that a large piece of coffee powder had been mixed into her neckline at some point, she gratefully took the wet wipe and said with a sigh of relief: "I thought there was a guest coming."

"It's so embarrassing for the guests to see the mess on the cooking table." She said with lingering fear while wiping her neckline.

"That's it," the visitor smiled kindly, "Aren't I a guest?"

"How can Mr. Ju Shan be considered a guest," the waitress said briskly, "Everyone in the detective agency is an acquaintance."

After all, the detective agency is just above the coffee shop, and everyone can see each other when they look up. Those who often come to the coffee shop to chat and dine have become like friends in the concept of the waitress.

Even Osamu Dazai, who often owes money in coffee shops, thinks the waitress very disregarding the past.

"By the way," she finished wiping her clothes and began to tidy up the cooking table, "Why are the busy people from the detective agency free today?"

"I'm just here to help everyone bring coffee up." Haruki Jushan spread his hands innocently, "As for the entrustment, it's all their work, and I'm just a non-staff."

"What about Dun-jun?" Don't you usually come to bring coffee for everyone?

"Atsushi went out to investigate the commission," Haruki Juyama, who was standing in front of the counter, sighed wearily, "The detective agency was busy at first, but now that there is one less person, everyone has more things to do. Let Dun run errands."

"Huh?" The waitress raised her head strangely, "Is something wrong?"

It turns out that the people from the detective agency have not come out these days because something happened?Could it be because of the attack a few days ago...

"Ah, that's right," Haruki Yoshiyama said worriedly while sitting in front of the counter with his chin propped up as if he had suddenly come to his senses, "Dazai was seriously injured recently."

"So his job fell into the hands of others, and everyone who was already busy had to not only take care of him, but also do his job, which was busier than before."

The waitress looked over in surprise: "Mr. Dazai is injured? Is it serious?"

"Although I don't really want to say that, but..." Jushan Haruki smiled bitterly, "It's really serious."

"Ah, the coffee is ready," the waitress interrupted his narration with the coffee made in her hands, "but don't worry too much about him, everyone thinks he will be fine."

But the look on his face was the exact opposite of what he said. It seemed that Mr. Dazai's condition was really not very good...

"But I've been really busy recently," he said, taking the cups of coffee from the waitress, nodding his head, "It would be great if there were fewer unimportant orders recently."

He hurried upstairs again.

The news that the acquaintance was seriously injured and dying obviously made the waitress, who was in a happy mood, a little anxious.

She looked at the empty lobby, only to feel that her mood became a little bad.

At this moment, someone knocked lightly on the door of the coffee shop.

"Excuse me." The visitor looked at the only waitress in the coffee shop, "Is the Armed Detective Agency located upstairs?"

"Ah, that's right," the waitress suddenly recovered, "it's just going up the stairs over there, not here."

"Oh, okay," the client of the detective agency turned around and wanted to go the way she pointed.

"That..." The waitress didn't know why.Suddenly, a strange motivation drove her to stop the client, "Is there any important request?"

"It's not a big deal." The middle-aged man who came to ask for directions touched his head. "The drainage of my vegetable garden is always bad. The boy Miyazawa from the detective agency said that he can take care of it."

"I haven't seen him on the street in the past few days, so I want to come here to look for it."

"Mr. Miyazawa is very busy recently." Through the glass door of a cafe, the voice of the waitress was somewhat distorted. "An important member of the detective agency is sick, so everyone has no time to go out for the time being."

"That's it," the middle-aged man straightened his hat embarrassingly, "Then I'll come back to thank him after a while and trouble him."

The middle-aged man walked away.

The waitress in the coffee shop let out a long sigh of relief.

What Mr. Jushan said just now is this kind of unimportant commission. The current detective agency must be very busy. I don’t know if this will help everyone.

Upstairs in the whirlpool cafe, the Armed Detective Agency is not as busy as the waitress imagined. On the contrary, everyone in the Detective Agency is actually much more free these days than when Yokohama was not peaceful at the beginning.

The coffee in Jushan Haruki's hand was emptied by everyone in the detective agency, and the whole room was filled with the unique aroma of coffee.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand resentfully: "Ask a question."

"Why am I the only one without coffee?"

In the beautiful afternoon when everyone is drinking coffee, why is there only a glass of boiled water in front of him.

"Of course it's because you're still dying from serious injuries," Yosano Akiko Shi Shiran walked behind him holding a cup of coffee, "Dazai, you're going to die if you're seriously injured, how can you drink coffee?"

"But so many people in the detective agency can be seriously injured. Why "I——" Dazai Osamu lay on the table like a salted fish that had lost its dream.

"Because first of all, Atsushi, as the main target of the black market, cannot be injured, Tanizaki still has to go to school, he must go out to investigate, he will go crazy if he disrupts Kunikida's plan, and Miyazawa needs to collect data," Yu Xie also concluded, "That's why you are the only one who is usually free, and a sudden injury won't shut down the detective agency."

"And this method seems to be very useful." She rubbed her hands thoughtfully after get off work, "Since the news of your injury spread, the requests for dead bodies have disappeared."

The location of this kind of commission finally stopped at a place only five blocks away from the detective agency, and they didn't find any abnormalities after investigating in the past few days.

Just like the first four locations.

Except for the corpse that the client suddenly saw, there was nothing wrong with it.

"So it really is people from the black market fighting over Dun..." Xie Ye concluded after finding a comfortable place to sit down.

After the fifth similar commission appeared a few days ago, Haruki Juyama put forward a hypothesis. If Atsushi is now the target of public criticism, then in the black market that seems to be calm, there may be a fierce competition for who will get the first piece of cake first. scramble.

Some armed the detective agency with weapons and tried to snatch it away, some continued to make bizarre commissions to challenge the detective agency, and some kept making mistakes during the investigation of the detective agency, but no matter what they used No matter what method is used, the detective agency has always been able to deal with it with ease.

For all the forces in the black market spying on the detective agency, all organizations that are interested in people and tigers are transparent to each other. If someone in the detective agency that has been dealing with it easily at this time is suddenly injured and dying due to unknown reasons, then it is originally in a delicate balance. The forces of all parties will instantly fall apart because of this attacker hiding in the dark.

Gentlemen are in harmony but not in harmony, while villains are in harmony but not in harmony.

Black market organizations with the same goal will not rush to attack the detective agency, but will be suspicious of each other to find the attacker hiding in the dark.Therefore, the commissions of the detective agency have decreased sharply in the past few days, and the frequency of commissions has resumed before. Everyone who went out to investigate did not encounter any accidents.

With the unanimous vote of all the people, the plan that Osamu Dazai would be seriously injured and die was passed, and his "serious injuries" in the past few days were exchanged for the burden reduction of everyone in the detective agency and the internal friction of the black market organization.

It can be said to be self-sacrificing.

Moreover, in order to ensure that while the chain of suspicion in the black market is going on, there will be no people who disdain suspicion and direct recklessness. In the past few days, Dun has been investigating commissions outside, but there has been no clear news of who was injured in the detective agency. The members seem to have disappeared in an instant, and no longer appear in the outside world.

The black market organizations who are afraid of the members will not act rashly until they know who is seriously injured.

But it all ended just now.

Not disclosing who was injured is only good for controlling the movement of the black market, not good for Jushan Haruki to investigate Q's movement, and the current situation is that Q is in the dark and they are in the open. If he is not forced out, it will be difficult for the three of them who are in the open.

Jushan Haruki did a full set of plays, since the news that Butei was seriously injured, he stopped going to the port of Mafia for fishing.

Osamu Dazai was injured, sooner or later Q would have to find him and one of Nakahara Chuya, so instead of following vague clues everywhere, it would be better to sit and wait for him to come to the door.

Moreover, in the territory of Yokohama, when the black market is extremely active, every piece of news spreads much faster than everyone imagined, and everyone who should know by now should know it.

He could look forward to Q's reaction.

In the dim room, the Russian's pale face flickered in front of the computer screen, and some black words flashed across the screen quickly. Under the light of the screen, his slender eyelashes seemed to be crumbling, and they were about to fall into a dark red color. in the pupil.

The door was violently pushed open, and hit the wall behind with a "bang", making a loud noise.

What arrived here faster than the people who violently opened the door was a strong smell of blood. The smell of blood and rust filled this small room domineeringly, and their owner was holding a doll, as if Unheard of, he walked to the side of the man in front of the computer.

"Fyodor," he said in an aggrieved voice, "it hurts so much."

There was the ticking sound of blood falling to the ground where he stood.

Fyodor looked away from the computer screen.

Q didn't close the door when he came in, and he could probably see the thorns and scars all over his body through some weak lights outside the door.

On Q's arm, there are new wounds and old wounds. The layers of scars left by the blade scratches are the scratches and stick marks that were added today. Then there is a little light, and there seem to be some scratches from branches and leaves around the stick marks. hurt.

"I didn't hurt myself today," its owner boasted to the man in front of the computer with such a horrible scar, "all the injuries I suffered today were done by others."

"I went to the place you told me today," Yumeno Hisaku showed an excited smile, "I thought it would be hard to get hurt if I didn't wrap the blade in the strap, but those people didn't use me after they saw me. Whatever you do, they all come over and think that I'm some street waif in the city, trying to use me as a punching bag."

"So I have no choice." He held his face in his hands, showing a tangled expression, "I have to send them all to see God."

"Do you want to take medicine?" The man in front of the computer didn't know what he said, but took out a roll of bandages and medicine from behind and looked at him.

"Just a bandage." Yumeno Kusaku smiled and put his scarred arms on Fyodor's legs. The wound that was scabbed with blood was stretched open by this action, and the oozing blood stained him on the hem of the clothes.

Numerous messages flashed on the computer, and new reminder boxes popped up constantly. Fyodor glanced at it, dissatisfied that his attention was drawn away by the new information, Yumeno Hisaku raised his hand to touch him, but accidentally knocked it over. Put the iodine aside.

The dark brown liquid was splashed near his wound, leaving a dark stain on the man's leg.

"Why don't you take it away!" The iodine irritated directly to the wound, Yumeno Hisaku shrank from the pain and yelled dissatisfiedly.

After yelling this sentence, he shrank his neck belatedly. Fyodor, who was reading the information, did not react to his yelling, but calmly withdrew his gaze from the computer and returned to the computer. looked at him.

Yumeno Hisaku looked up at him cautiously.

Under the dim light from the computer screen, the man's dark red pupils stared at him quietly, and some bright information boxes that appeared on the computer screen flashed through his eyes like a streamer in the dark night.

Fyodor's silent gaze gave him a great sense of oppression, so Yumeno Hisaku shut his mouth more carefully, lowered his eyes and dared not look at him.

For a while, there was only the smell of iodine mixed with blood spreading in the room.

In the silence, the man tapped a piece of coagulated blood on his wound with tweezers and a small piece of residual leaf stained by the wound.

"Campus camphor leaf fragments." Fyodor pointed to the finely divided leaves and looked at him calmly.

Yumeno Kusaku pursed his lips in confusion.

The tweezers were thrown onto the iron tray with a harsh, crisp sound.

"The trees planted on the roadside are different in different parts of Yokohama," he stated, glancing at Q's arm, "I told you there are only big-leaved hollies there."

"It's far away from the area where the camphor is planted."

Seeing Q's head lower and lower, Fyodor added expressionlessly: "The area where camphor will appear is only near the Armed Detective Agency."

The two arms that were placed on his legs tensed suddenly, and the place where the bandages had just been wrapped was re-oozing blood.

"What is lying?" He asked calmly.

"Lying is a sin that God hates very much." Yumeno Hisaku replied in a low voice.

"But do gods really exist?" He suddenly looked up at Fyodor with hatred on his face, "If there are gods in this world, why haven't I been given the fairness I want?"

"Don't you think your ability is fair?" The man's tone was still calm, in stark contrast to the excited Yumeno Hisaku, "Anyone who hurts you will be rewarded a hundred times fairly."

"But I don't want this ability either!" He pulled his arm out of Fyodor's hand excitedly and shouted, "This fairness has been unfairly imposed on me from the very beginning!"

"It's not fair to those who get paid for hitting your blade in the bandage," he replied calmly. "The third sin that God hates."

"Hands that shed innocent blood." Yumeno Hisaku suddenly pulled away from the state of excitement, and whispered.

"Okay," Fyodor took his unbandaged arm again, "now tell me what you did."

"I'll go see Mr. Dazai." Yumeno Hisaku replied obediently.

"Have you seen it?" Fyodor raised his eyebrows and asked, remembering the news he had just read.

"No," Yumeno Hisaku replied eagerly, "but they all said Mr. Dazai was seriously injured."

He blinked his eyes as if remembering something wronged: "I'm going to find out who did it."

"Mr. Dazai can only die in my hands in the end," he shook his arms coquettishly, "So can I go to them now?"

"It's too late," he complained.

"You can tell me directly," Fyodor ignored his coquetry, but calmly pointed out, "instead of lying like the first."

Yumeno, who still maintained an aggrieved look, froze for a long time.

"Go to the port Mafia and find Nakahara Chuya." Fyodor wrapped the bandage on his other arm, turned around and put the tweezers and the almost spilled iodine back into the drawer, "Remember the two sentences you said today .”

"I remember." Yumeno Hisaku said with a trembling voice.

Six sins from Christianity that Jehovah hates.

Dostoevsky looked away from him.

A small thought hint, what he just did was only deepening this hint.

The particularity of Q's special ability makes him like a timed bomb in front of everyone who uses him when he is easy to use. No wonder Mori Ogai locked him up.

Q, who did not grow up in a normal environment, does not have a set of values ​​and concepts of good and evil used by ordinary people and the world. Before the bomb explodes, if he cannot be killed with one blow, he will hurt everyone in the future. The people who make a hundredfold repayment.

So the first step in laying the foundation for one-hit kills.

Clarify the specific concept of "sin" for Q.

Also, he didn't think Osamu Dazai was really seriously injured and died, but it didn't make any difference to him whether Q went to Chuya Nakahara first or went to Osamu Dazai first.

Anyway, he is happy to see whoever he finds.

But obviously not everyone thinks Osamu Dazai is really okay.

For example, a hat gentleman in the port Mafia smashed a bottle of wine with trembling hands after hearing the news, and then wandered between drinking to celebrate and smashing a bottle or forgetting about it.

Whoever did what he always wanted to do but failed to do, quickly let him thank him in person.

No wonder Haruki Jushan has been fishing for the past few days. Originally, he thought that Haruki Jushan was only fishing for three days and drying nets for two days because Chief Mori expropriated him as a free worker and didn't pay him. This wide-ranging search method couldn't find a Q who deliberately hid, and the search work has been carried out for several days without substantial progress.

However, when Haruki Jushan touched the fish, he was immediately beaten back to his original form when someone else shared the official duties. In order to reduce the workload of the assigned work and reduce his own burden, Nakahara finally decided to find Haruki Jushan The tree is ready.

Also drop by to laugh at a certain mackerel who was too injured to move.

Action is worse than heartbeat, Nakahara Chuya rode on the motorcycle without hesitation, and called Haruki Jushan.

Haruki Yayama on the other end of the phone showed a strange expression.

"Nakahara is also coming to see you," he said in surprise, looking at Osamu Dazai, who was slumped on the recliner and eating sunflower seeds, "Did you give him rat poison? He actually came to see you?"

He selectively ignored Nakahara Nakaya's statement that he came to talk to Haruki Yayama about the progress of finding Q, and directly shifted the focus to his second motive.

"I didn't." Osamu Dazai jumped up from the recliner, "He thought he was here to make fun of me."

"Then he's probably going to fight you again when he comes." Jushan Haruki said sympathetically after looking around at the surrounding arrangement.

I thought I could see the weak Dazai Osamu, but all I saw was a lively mackerel or something.

"That's impossible," Osamu Dazai said plausibly, "He's bullying the wounded."

"And he came all the way from the port of Mafia, how can I let him down."

So when Chuya Nakahara opened the door and came in, what he saw was Haruki Iyama who was sitting by the bed flipping through a book, and Osamu Dazai with a pale face in the snow-white quilt on the bed.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be seriously injured. Against the backdrop of the white sheet and quilt cover, his lips were dull and his face was as pale as paper.

Seeing Chuya Nakahara push the door in, Haruki Juyama made a quiet gesture, then carefully put down the book in his hand, walked to the door and whispered to Nakahara Chuya, "Let's go out and talk."

"Dazai just fell asleep, I'm afraid of waking him up." Haruki Jushan made a silent movement, and gently took his mobile phone from the cabinet beside the bed.

"Qing... Dazai Osamu, what's going on?" Nakahara Chu was also taken aback by his attitude.

Didn't Butei have a relationship with Yosano?How could he still be hurt like this?

"It's a bit serious," Haruki Iyama explained in a low voice, "The healing with Dr. Yosano is a special ability, and Dazai can't use it."

Yes, Zhong Yuanzhong also reacted.

He originally thought that the so-called serious injury was an exaggeration of Osamu Dazai's fishing, but he didn't expect that he really looked so serious now.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, Osamu Dazai was seriously injured and unable to move, and Q's follow-up treatment would cause big problems.

Osamu Dazai's disqualification is a safety device for detaining Q. If he is too serious to move now, then he and Haruki Jushan cannot be pointed at to deal with Q.

Moreover, Q was seriously injured as soon as he fled to Osamu Dazai. It is hard not to think that someone made a fuss about it.

"Then he is now..." Nakahara Chuya's words were suddenly interrupted in the middle.

It was Osamu Dazai's voice that was as if he was going on: "Hi, slug."

When he saw that the person coming was Chuya Nakahara, he wanted to sit up from the bed with his arms propped up.

"Okay, you'd better lie down," Zhong Yuanzhong pushed him back without saying a word, "what's the trouble with the injured one."

"No," Osamu Dazai stood up again with difficulty, and jumped out word by word, "I have something to say."

"What?" Nakahara Chu also didn't expect Dazai Osamu to have something to say to him.

He didn't know where Dazai's wound was, and he couldn't help it for a while, so he could only watch him wriggling out of the quilt, and then confessed angrily: "If I die, you will kill me." My ashes were scattered in the sea."

"Aren't you going to die in love with a beautiful woman?" Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Isn't it too late?" Osamu Dazai said.

When he said this, it was as if it was true. Haruki Jushan looked at Chuya Nakahara, whose face gradually became dignified following Osamu Dazai's words, as if he saw the future when the house was demolished by him.

If Osamu Dazai hadn't been beaten by Nakahara Chuya this time, he would have taken the surname of Dazai.

Although he also participated in it, but... Haruki Jushan silently withdrew from the scope of the copying ability, he was just a spectator, so don't affect him.

The conversation in the room has progressed to the distribution of the inheritance in the future. Haruki Jushan listened to it, good guy, there is still a share of the cat Xiaomi raised by the detective agency. People who don’t know think how much inheritance Dazai Osamu has.

In fact he suspected that if the man did die, his heirs would only inherit a pile of debts.

Cats are not spared, is this still a human?

At this moment, Dun who had just been sent out to run errands by two people suddenly came back.

"Mr. Dazai, you—" Dun froze in front of these two people, "what are you doing lying on my bed?"

There was an eerie silence in the room.

Jushan Haruki quickly pulled the unlucky child out of the scope of the room.

"Too! Zai! Osamu!" Nakahara Chuya's furious voice and Dazai Osamu's voice: "Unexpectedly, hey, I'm not dead" echoed in the room.

All the items in the house are vacated.

"It doesn't matter," Nakahara Chuya's face was grim, and he wanted to strangle himself a few minutes ago who actually thought that Dazai's life was not long, "I'll send you to die right away."