It is now the end of October, the autumn air is crisp, and the temperature is very pleasant even at noon.
After coming out of the bookstore, Kamishiro Kiyokazu and his party had lunch in Yokohama Chinatown, and Oda Sakunosuke drove to the next place to visit proposed by Dazai Osamu - Ueno Zoo.
The drive was a bit far, but that wasn't the reason why Kamidai Kiyokazu looked ugly.
Dazai Osamu poked his friend's face and tilted his head, "Is that plate of Mapo tofu really weird?"
Kandairo Kiyawa said angrily: "It's not strange, adding pearl milk tea to Mapo tofu is simply anti-human!" The black-haired boy couldn't help but muttered, "In comparison, the steamed buns without fillings and soup-making buns I have seen before
Long steamed buns and rice porridge don’t matter at all. I was wrong about them. Even the apple-filled dumplings No. 1 in ‘Weird Japanese-Chinese Dishes’ have to be defeated by this new dish..."
After Dazai Osamu listened patiently, he held his chin and said, "Qinghe knows what Chinese food is like."
"ah."
Kamidai Kiyokazu explained, "Because Mr. Natsume likes China, Chinese ideas are reflected in many of his works, and I have followed him to learn about it."
As for how this understanding extends to food... The black-haired boy agreed very much with the words next door: Food is the most important thing for the people.
Okay, just greedy.
In order to cover up this motive that tarnished his image, Kamishiro Kiyokazu wittily changed the topic to the various cooking methods of crabs next door. With the last crab rice and the lunch order, Dazai Osamu’s love for crabs was clearly evident.
Dazai Osamu's eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened to his friends describing the various ways to eat crabs next door, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Where can I eat it?"
"..."
Jindai Qinghe is stuck.
After leaving the family—more specifically, the family chef—the black-haired boy never tasted authentic Chinese-style crab.
"Why is this!"
Seeing something, Dazai Osamu's eyes dimmed, and his expression was bleak, "The bad guy Qinghe, you obviously can't eat it, but you still want me to know——"
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
The shit shoveling officer who was accused by Dazai Maomao felt guilty.
Really, this time, it felt like it was entirely his fault.
"sorry."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu always dared to admit his mistakes. He coaxed Dazai Maomao in a low voice, "It's all my fault, Dazai, can you forgive me? I will pay attention to the information about crab meat dishes across the country, or recruit a chef who is good at these in the future.
After raising her, if it doesn't work, we can... go abroad."
The black-haired boy hesitated.
For some reason, when he mentioned "going abroad," the young intelligence officer felt a surge of resistance that could be described as a huge wave.
The peace of God touches my heart.
Can't he go abroad?...Why?
In a daze, the black-haired boy's mind resounded with thin and broken sounds, like noisy sounds that came from the other side and were extinguished by the wind of the times.
"He was born for this empire!"
"The Yamato nation will never be defeated!"
"O Amaterasu, protect your people!"
…
The faces of men and women, old people and children, were distorted and blurred by their fanatical expressions. Only the crazy roars echoed in the closed space and could not be subsided for a long time.
And his perspective——
"Qinghe? Qinghe!!"
A familiar face suddenly appeared in front of him. Dazai Osamu frowned and looked at him. Seeing that his expression gradually changed from pain to peace, he let go of the hand holding his shoulder and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?" Dazai Osamu said.
Her eyes fell on his heart, and her brows furrowed even more tightly, "Do you have a heart disease?"
Oda Sakunosuke in the driver's seat pricked up his ears.
"How is that possible?"
Kamishiro Kiyokazu put down his right hand and said easily, "My factory configuration is perfect."
Dazai Osamu was noncommittal: "Then what happened just now?"
The kite-colored eyes are full of seriousness.
"It should be related to the memory I lost." Seeing that he couldn't get over it, Kamidai Kiyowa explained with a good attitude, "My memory started when I was 10 years old. It is said that I had an accident when I was 9 years old, and I lay in a vegetative state for a year...
I woke up with amnesia.”
"According to?" Dazai Osamu said.
Seeing that Dazai Maomao was angry, Kamishiro Kiyokazu quickly responded, "Of course I have investigated it. Um..." The black-haired boy thought for a long time, and finally managed to sort out his words, cleared his throat and said, "The details need to be liked.
It can only be unlocked when you reach lv10. Your favorability is currently lv6. Player Dazai, please continue to work hard~"
Dazai Cat: Stare——
Kamishiro Kiyokazu: The super patient shoveler smiles jpg
The black-haired boy felt very innocent.
He really doesn't remember.
Hmm.
But he has a clue - rather, Kamidai Kiyokazu has always maintained a state of "some clue", as if there is some kind of force preventing him from continuing to explore, and that force seems to come from his own will.
The young intelligence agent even suspected that this was a cycle:
Amnesia - curiosity - retrieval of memory - feeling better than amnesia - finding a way to amnesia - curiosity - retrieval of memory...
Ah this.
It’s such an operation that even I look at it with a lot of black marks.
"snort!"
Dazai Osamu made a small groan and turned away and ignored him.
Shendai Qinghe meditates.
Although I was rejected, this feeling of helplessness and relief was...?
——Cat Dazai is a good cat who only cares about the shit-sweeper.
The silent cold war didn't last long. When they arrived at Ueno Zoo, the two resumed their usual way of getting along.
Oda Sakunosuke breathed a sigh of relief.
The red-haired young man wanted to persuade him to make peace before, but he had no idea what to say. He simulated it several times in his mind, but still felt that no matter what he said, it would have the effect of adding fuel to the fire, so he had to shut up.
He is really unqualified as an elder.
--Yes.
——Although Oda Sakunosuke is only 19 years old, a few years older than a certain young master and Dazai Osamu, after getting along with them, he has unknowingly placed himself in the position of his elders.
...I can only blame these two people for worrying too much.
The red-haired young man who noticed the change in his mentality thought silently.
Today was a working day, there were not many visitors to Ueno Zoo, and the group was led by Oda Sakunosuke, who looked like an adult. They arrived in front of the giant panda pavilion smoothly.
...start queuing up.
How should I put it? Giant pandas are very popular in Japan. Looking at the flow of people, maybe 99% of the entire zoo’s visitors are here.
"It's so troublesome..."
Dazai Osamu whispered.
The young boy with bright eyes chose this place in the morning just to see giant pandas. Although he didn't know at that time that his friend had a good impression of the hometown of giant pandas.
hateful.
There is a feeling of losing.
Doesn’t this make it look like he chose this location for Qinghe?!
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
Dazai Maomao seems to be angry again.
Why?
In this wonderful atmosphere, the team slowly moved forward. When it was their turn, the giant pandas had changed from dynamically eating bamboo shoots to statically taking a nap. The three of them could only see a black and white panda lying on the ground with its belly upturned.
It is worth mentioning that the dumplings are still a little yellow under the belly.
"It doesn't seem to be that bad." Osamu Dazai said in a low voice.
"Maybe they would be cuter if they move?" Kamishiro Kiyawa, who also lowered his voice, guessed, "There are many videos of giant pandas on the Internet, you can check them out."
Amid the excitement around them, "Kawaii!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shouts of excited shouts of "Panda Jun is so touching" and "If I could hug him for ten seconds, I would die", the two of them were extremely calm.
They lowered their voices again and again. Considering that their breath sounds were also at risk of lip reading, they finally chose to remain silent.
——If you are beaten by irrational tourists...
——That picture is so beautiful.
Away from the giant panda house and walking to the water where the black swans live, Osamu Dazai asked: "Do you like giant pandas?"
"...I don't really like it." Kamishiro Kiyokazu said, "Although he is a national treasure next door, I have watched a few videos and I don't think he is as attractive as everyone touts... I can only say that everyone has their own preferences."
Osamu Dazai nodded with satisfaction.
OK.
Then this location is not counted as the one he chose for Qinghe.
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
Dazai Maomao doesn't seem to be angry anymore.
Why?
The black-haired boy felt that his dignity as a senior (self-proclaimed) shit shoveler had been challenged.
It was obvious that he discovered that Ranpo Maomao was a cat that liked praise and dependence from others not long after contacting him. The reply email from the other party last night also proved that his judgment was correct; the cats in the cat cafe and the stray cats on the street
Cats also like him very much...Why do they hit a wall with Dazai Cat?
It’s so difficult, Dazai Neko.
"Are you sure you want to continue the mission?" Edogawa Ranpo said, "The congressman and his wife will leave home to attend the banquet in the evening. Only then will there be only the congresswoman and two bodyguards in the house.
To take this opportunity to enter the house, you must make enough noise at night."
Mr. Detective said: "You will be discovered by the port mafia."
"I can handle it."
Toru Amuro looked at the bandaged left shoulder, "As long as there is no second trauma here."
In the afternoon, they observed various traffic arteries in Yokohama and planned a route to escape the city. During this period, they saw many figures in black suits... As Toru Amuro became more and more vigilant, he also became more and more concerned about Edogawa's random steps.
Convinced.——Following Edogawa Ranpo's guidance, they first enjoyed a luxurious lunch at a three-star Michelin restaurant, then went to a commercial street to buy a long trench coat that was convenient for concealing weapons, and later sat in a dessert shop and drank afternoon tea together.
…
As if their traces had been hidden by the gods, even though members of the Port Mafia were spread throughout the city, the three of them were always operating in the blind spot of their sight.
Aboveboard.
This made Toru Amuro completely agree with what Sakaguchi Ango said: Mr. Ranpo is a treasure of Japan.
The sunset fills the sky.
The blond and dark-skinned police undercover bid farewell to the two of them, and his muscular figure disappeared into the distance.
Sakaguchi Ango said worriedly: "I hope Furuya-senpai will be safe."
Edogawa walked around chewing his pocky and said vaguely: "If you are not worried, you can ask the crow last night to follow him."
Sakaguchi Ango: "..."
ah.
I'm used to being seen through.
"Well, you can't contact that crow. Who tamed it?" Edogawa walked around Sakaguchi Ango in a hurry and nodded seriously, "So, it belongs to my loyal follower.
You are worthy of being a believer!”
"Okay, take me back."
Edogawa Ranpo stared at Sakaguchi Ango's face seriously and made an agreement with him, "When the remaining dessert coupons can be used, Mr. Glasses remember to pick me up again."
This way you don’t have to worry about the president disapproving, great!:,,