coser's employment guide

"It's almost like this, and it's also in the video. You can think about it yourself at the party." Zhong Yuan Zhong also said, "It would be best if it can be resolved quickly. I don't want to write any more documents."

Osamu Dazai squeezed his chin, "Pack up your things and take me to meet Mr. Gide."

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted, "Don't try to order me, pack up your things yourself, don't think I don't know what you're planning."

Osamu Dazai had a resentful expression on his face: "Ch————"

Zhongya Nakahara covered his ears, lifted the documents and pens on the table with gravity, and gave Osamu Dazai a warning look, "Don't touch me!" Then he went out and flew to the second floor with the things wrapped in dark red light. Lou knocked on the window, "Kunikida, put it down for me."

Doppo Kunikida, who was in the office with his head floating, said, "..."

"I know Mr. Chuya," Kunikida walked over and took the things in his hand, "Didn't you say you should walk through the door carefully and not fly up directly?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also waved his hand indifferently, "Be careful next time~ I'll take Dazai to find Gide, and the president of the club will tell me when he asks."

Kunikida Doppo nodded and agreed, "Okay."

When Chuya Nakahara flew down again, the notebook on Dazai Osamu’s desk was gone, and he himself was standing at the door of the store with a cup of hot milk in his hand, in a daze of boredom. Seeing Chuya Nakahara going downstairs, he said weakly, "Take your own milk."

Nakahara took the cup from Osamu Dazai, "Did you call the Port Mafia over again?" Although it was a question, Chuya's tone was affirmative.

Osamu Dazai gave a "hmm", took a sip of milk, and frowned critically, "Otherwise, do you want me to carry such a heavy thing all the time? I don't want it, isn't the subordinate just to command and take things for him?" ?”

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes: "You bastard, it's a good thing I'm no longer under your command, otherwise you would definitely use your position to suppress me and order me to death."

"Ah," Osamu Dazai made a very surprised expression, "Chuya, you have discovered all of this, you have become smarter!"

Nakahara also kicked Osamu Dazai's calf.

Gide was arranged not far from the Armed Detective Agency. Just in case, the president Yukichi Fukuzawa made the decision, and he found a trustworthy person and rented a house for him.

"Andre Gide..." Osamu Dazai muttered to himself while sitting in the taxi, "It's the same name as the leader of the European supernatural organization Mimic."

"Ah," Nakaya said while swiping his phone, "The same goes for different abilities."

Osamu Dazai blinked, "Wow, isn't this interesting? I have a hunch that this Mr. Gide must be the funniest creature I've met in a while!"

Nakahara also raised his eyes and glanced at Osamu Dazai, and kicked Osamu Dazai's left foot with his foot, "Don't go too far, the Armed Detective Agency is asking you to come over to see if you can find anything and solve the problem, not for you to play of."

Osamu Dazai snorted, and childishly kicked back, letting out a long, long sigh: "True-no-chat-"

The taxi driver who drove in front and belonged to the port mafia was dripping with cold sweat. He listened to the instructions of Mr. Zhongyuan, the former cadre and later partner, and finally sent them to their destination.

Osamu Dazai looked at the back of the driver who started the car quickly after they got out of the car, as if there was a ghost chasing after him, and sighed, "You see, it's all because you are so fierce that you scare people away?"

"Huh?!" Nakahara Nakahara, who was opening Gide's specific address, raised his head inexplicably, "You are sick, Dazai, you speak with your conscience——no," Nakahara Nakahara paused, with a sympathetic tone, "Sorry, I forgot you don't have that."

Osamu Dazai was complacent, "Of course I don't have that thing!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also complained blankly: "Yes, not only is there no, even the heart is black."

Osamu Dazai walked beside Chuya Nakahara, shaking his index finger, "No, Chuya, my heart is red like ordinary people, but I don't know what Chuya's heart looks like, after all, Chuya You are not human~!"

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai with cold blue eyes, and Osamu Dazai looked back with a smile, with a wordless provocation.

It's always been that way between the two of them.

"Mr. Nakaya, Mr. Dazai," Akutagawa Ryunosuke's voice sounded not far away, "Please come here, Mr. Ranpo and Mr. Gide are here."

Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu walked towards Akutagawa Ryunosuke.Akutagawa Ryunosuke introduced the situation to them while leading the way, "At first, Mr. Gide still thought that we were actors hired by Mr. Oda at a high price, and then he gradually accepted the reality. Now Mr. Ranpo is talking to him. I Mr. Oda just went in when he came out to pick you up."

They walked into the room where Gide was. Edogawa Ranpo was raising his hands and looking up at the glass marbles in his hands. Oda Sakunosuke was sitting at the table, holding a pen in his hand and staring at a blank piece of paper. , the man with the exact same name as the leader of the European supernatural organization Mimic stood beside Oda Sakunosuke with a blank expression. Immediately block all means of escape for all sitting people.

Very skilled.

Osamu Dazai made a note.

"What's the situation now?" Nakahara Chuya asked Edogawa Ranpo.

"After Gide accepted the fact of his 'traversal', he thought that no matter where he went, he would always be Oda Sakunosuke. Since the other self was in trouble, he would definitely not just look at it like this, so he simply asked Oda Sakunosuke to finish the unfinished work. The manuscript is finished." Edogawa Luanbu put down the glass marbles in his hand, and honestly answered Nakahara Chuya's question, "Chuya, good morning."

"Good morning, Ranpo." Nakahara Chuya skillfully touched the top of Edogawa Ranpo's hat-wearing head when he came over, and lightly patted Edogawa Ranpo's shoulder, "Leave this to me. If you're bored, let Akutagawa take you out to play."

Edogawa Ranpo cheered, and called Akutagawa Ryunosuke to take him to the latest wagashi shop, "Hurry up, Akutagawa, Ranpo-sama deduced that the best time to eat it is 32 minutes later !"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke took Edogawa Ranpo out of the house, and told Edogawa Ranpo while walking, "Don't eat too much, Mr. Ranpo, you are almost running out of the share set by the president today..."

"I really don't have any idea." Sitting in the seat, Sakunosuke Oda desperately looked at the white paper in front of him, trying again to persuade the man, "Although I want to write words and become a writer, but I really have no idea at all, let alone write a novel right now."

Gide's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn't slept well all night because of the deadline: "Believe in yourself, Sakunosuke, my Oda Sakunosuke said the same thing at the beginning, but after my training, he has now He is a mature writer!"

"You mean the training you mean chasing him up and down and then hanging yourself if you don't submit the manuscript," Osamu Dazai asked with a smile, "Mr. dedicated editor?"

"This is also a way of cultivation, Mr. Dazai." Andre Gide said, "It's like climbing Mr. Akutagawa's window at night."

Nakahara Chuya's immediate reaction was that he would not have let Akutagawa leave with Ranpo if he had known earlier, which was a pity.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head cutely: "It's Mr. Dazai's matter, what's the matter with me, Dazai?"

Nakahara Chu also leaned over curiously and glanced at the blank paper in front of Oda Sakunosuke, "What do you want Oda to write?"

"Anything is fine," Gide scratched his hair randomly, "no matter long or short, as long as it is a novel that Sakunosuke thinks is okay, and I think it's okay after I've read it. Take down our publishing house!"

Oda Sakunosuke struggled: "I, really can't..."

Dazai Osamu pretended to comfort: "Odasaku, come on, men can't say no."

Zhongyuan Zhong also waved his hand, with inexplicable pride, "Your Oda is not good, our Oda has been pigeonholed for several years. He said he wanted to write a novel when he was young, and he wrote until he was unshaven. Nothing was written."

Andre Gide was silent for a while, "I can still accept this kind of failure, so there is no need to compare?"

Osamu Dazai propped his chin, "According to the time anyway, the deadline has already passed, right? Since it has already passed, why are you forcing Odasaku like this?"

Oda Sakunosuke quietly put down the pen in his hand.

Gide shook his head, "The time here has passed, but I don't know what's going on there. What if the time on my side stays at the time when I came into this world? Sakunosuke's work is handed in, but I think my Sakunosuke will be happy if he sees what his peers wrote, right?"

Oda Sakunosuke blinked, and touched his pen again.

"——In this way," Gide's voice was full of hope, "when Sakunosuke is happy, the inspiration will come; With social security, Sakunosuke can continue to write novels with peace of mind!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also started to applaud, sighing, "Not bad, the logic is perfect, good!"

Oda Sakunosuke didn't know whether to let go of this sum or continue to hold it.