Just when Kamishiro Kiyokazu was confused in his heart, from the awakening of cross-dressing fetish to the end of the world——
Osamu Dazai said: "Qinghe, you are 16 years old this year."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu: "...Hmm."
This tone makes it sound like he is still single at 36 years old.
Dazai Osamu said tactfully: "When you grow older, your gender characteristics will be obvious."
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
It seems that he knows what Dazai Maomao wants to say.
"so--"
Dazai Osamu's expression was a little evasive at first, but as he spoke, he gradually became more confident, and his eyes shone brightly, "When will you wear a skirt again, Qinghe?"
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
My heart is so tired.
Mori Ogai, how on earth did you raise Dazai the cat?!
Kamishiro Kiyowa said calmly: "The skirts here were bought by previous leaders. Are you sure you want me to wear these?"
As expected, Osamu Dazai hesitated.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu continued his efforts, “I don’t know if the ancestors have done anything to these skirts.”
A casual comment.
Who knows, he checked that one anyway that night.
Osamu Dazai immediately decided: "I'll buy you a new one!"
OK.
Crisis resolved.
Kamidai Kiyowa relaxed and shifted his focus, "Do you have enough money?" He tilted his head slightly, swinging one of his earrings, "This is not cheap, is it the money you paid for selling information?"
With an intelligence dealer's chat room in hand, as long as your vision is accurate enough and the timing is just right, you can make a lot of money by reselling information and analyzing and selling new information.
Intelligence acumen is a very special talent.
Some people can know a series of things such as stock prices, government trends, etc. just by reading the news; some people read interpretations from various masters everywhere, but still rely purely on metaphysics when it comes to practical operations.
As a member of the chat room divers, Kamishiro Kiyokazu was somewhat aware of the movements of the ID Asuka.
"Um."
Dazai Osamu nodded and said regretfully: "It's a pity that Amuro-senpai went everywhere to report it, so his pictures can't be sold."
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
Thinking about it, when Furitani-senpai knew that his picture was being circulated in Tokyo, he probably found out from the women who went to the store where he worked part-time to make purchases. He was so angry that he couldn't use the power of the public security even though he was dishonest.
It is not convenient to use the power of black organizations to block it. I have to find websites one by one to report and complain...
puff.
I'm sorry, Fukitani-senpai.
The cat at home is causing you trouble.
Deciding to bury the matter, and at the same time, clean up the lounge and other rooms and replace them with soft furnishings as soon as possible. Kamishiro Kiyokazu's mood improved, and Osamu Dazai even asked him which skirt he was wearing and answered, "This kind of skirt and accessories are very expensive.
" He emphasized emphatically, "I'll only wear it once to show you, it's very wasteful."
Osamu Dazai looked at the light beige Lolita retro palace dress and touched the fishbone on the waist with his upper hand: "Yeah."
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
never mind.
Dazai Maomao didn't listen at all.
The work is being completed one by one according to plan.
It's just that the progress is slower than expected.
Kamidai Kiyoka looked at the newly added documents in the past few days and reflected deeply.
Since he did not conduct a comprehensive investigation and only knew Ozaki Momiji's work efficiency because of the teaching courses, Kamishiro Kiyokazu used the standard of "Momiji 1/3" ~ "Momiji 1/2" to estimate the work efficiency of those unfamiliar middle and high-level people.
Efficient. Facts have proved that his idea is too beautiful.
Everyone is having fun.
And I also like to write short compositions.
Kamidai Kiyowa numbly looked at the reports that were too long, with an average of 300 words describing the scenery of the fortress per 1,000 words, and felt suffocated.
Do you know how to write the word "concise"?
"quack!"
[Master, what seems to be bothering you?]
On the newly added bird stand in the chief's office, Xiao Qi was standing there.
After he succeeded to the throne, the situation was stable. The previous leaders had all been cremated. The possibility of fake corpses was infinitely close to 0. Naturally, Kamishiro Kiyokazu contacted Ango and asked him to tell Xiao Qi that the alarm was lifted and he could come to the master at any time. He also asked the Logistics Department to free up the office.
A pile of pet bird paraphernalia is placed in a special place.
Then Xiaoqi came happily.
Among the five permanent members of the leader's office, Xiaoqi saw the strange and good-looking Rando at a glance, and was very attentive; while Mori Ogai, who worked day and night and neglected to take care of him, and who was originally pretty good-looking, was attracted by him.
A pair of discerning eyes ignore.
--Reasonable.
——Too reasonable.
By the way, Xiao Qi and Dazai Maomao have to start a polite war every day, and I don’t know when they will get tired of it.
"I've thought of something to give Mr. Mori as a token."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu murmured.
In late November, winter begins in Yokohama.
The afternoon sun cannot bring warmth, but just the light golden color shining on the warm-toned decoration of the chief's office is enough to make people feel comfortable.
It has been more than a week since the succession ceremony.
Mori Ogai can barely sleep for 4 to 5 hours these days. Even though he washes and grooms himself every day and even shaves off his stubble, the huge dark circles under his eyes and the sallow complexion are still unstoppable. But Alice, on the other hand,
Because he has humanoid powers, his appearance remains intact no matter how much he works overtime.
"...Mori-kun."
A familiar call came from the desk directly above.
Mori Ogai and Alice's movements froze at the same time.
What follows is the sentence that appears most often in their nightmares——
"Come here, there's something wrong with your document."
Mori Ogai wiped his face, his expression was as sad as if he was being tortured for a moment, and soon twisted and adjusted into a humble and respectful look. Under Alice's sympathetic and thankful expression, he stood up alone, picked up his notebook and pen, and walked by to do something about himself.
Rando and Oda Sakunosuke, who paid no attention to him, and Dazai Osamu, who always showed a sarcastic face whenever he found an opportunity.
...get used to it.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu explained to Mori Ogai seriously.
After all, it is a leek, and it can be visually bound to the port mafia for a long time, teaching the other party that it will also benefit itself.
Osamu Dazai looked up.
The black-haired boy has a strict teacher's manner, but his cheap teacher is very disciple-like at this time. Seeing how he asks questions humbly and takes notes, it can be said that his learning attitude is not improper.
...it's not entirely an act.
Osamu Dazai was a little curious: How did you raise Seiwa to be more powerful than Mr. Mori at the age of 16?
Mori Ogai also wanted to know.
This kind of abstraction, a holistic view, and precise cutting techniques, coupled with a style of not caring about temporary gains and losses, sacrificing short-term benefits for long-term benefits... If he closed his eyes, he would almost think that it was Teacher Natsume standing here.
——Of course, the two have very different teaching attitudes.
At least Natsume-sensei wouldn't look at him with a "Why are you so stupid" expression after finishing his lecture.
Idiot Mori Ogai: "..."
"Mori-kun."
It felt like there was really no chance of correcting this for half a month. Mori Ogai, who was walking heavily, turned around and saw a small golden object thrown towards him. Mori Ogai caught it and said, "...Seal?"
"Well, it can be regarded as a token of your joining the port mafia."
Kandairo Kiyawa showed an expression of deep disgust, "If you encounter a document that contains too much nonsense and does not need to be processed immediately, just stamp it and send it back."
Can't let those fools increase his workload anymore!!
"What chapter?"
Dazai Osamu got up and followed him like a cat that smelled fish.
Mori Ogai opened the seal.
Mori Ogai looked at the words.
"..."
Mori Ogai pressed the ink pad and stamped a seal on the white paper.
Four big red characters appeared on the paper——
"Too much nonsense."
Ah this.
"..." 3
The teacher and the student, plus Alice, were lost in thought at the same time.
The agreed half-month deadline is coming soon.
Seeing Mori Ogai teetering on the verge of overturning, Osamu Dazai decided to do his part for this, so he began a journey of harassment, squatting next to Mori Ogai and Alice, eating crab meat, eating desserts, and playing games, theorizing.
It was said that he didn't make any noise, didn't bump when eating, and wore headphones when playing games. In fact, the dessert-loving Lolita was so aggrieved that she burst into tears, and Mori Ogai felt so distressed that she had to coax him, which slowed down the progress.
It still has a certain effect.
oh.
Crab meat and games are Dazai Osamu's own hobbies, and desserts are specially eaten by him for Alice.
However……
Extreme joy brings sorrow.
That day Mori Ogai came to the chief's office and saw Rando holding a cup of espresso. He couldn't help but ask: "Where is the chief?"
Lan Tang exhaled.
After winter, he became more and more afraid of the cold, so he asked the logistics department to install a fireplace in his dormitory. He would only go to the dormitory office between two o'clock and one line every day, while his subordinates ran errands, and almost no longer went out.
The man with long black hair looked at Mori Ogai for a while, as if he was trying to decide whether to hide it or not, and finally said:
"Dazai has a toothache. The leader took him to see a doctor."
"...That's it."
Mori Ogai walked to the desk with a calm expression and sat down. Then, he lay on the desk and laughed silently, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Lan Tang shook his head.
Outside the dental clinic.
Kamishiro Kiyowa and his entourage met Fukuzawa Yukichi and his entourage on a narrow road.
"..."
"..."
Both sides fell into deep thought at the same time.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu recognized Fukuzawa Yukichi who had records (including photos) in the Secret Service Section, and even saw Edogawa Ranpo holding his cheek. He quickly deduced that Mr. Ranpo had an accident while eating sweets, and as his instigating partner Ango
The culprit who took people out had a guilty conscience; Fukuzawa Yukichi recognized Oda Sakunosuke, the young killer he met when he picked up Ranpo. His appearance has not changed much in the past few years, and he doesn't know
Is he still working as a killer, and what are the identities of the two children he brings with him...
It's impossible not to say hello.
Kamishiro Kiyowa's expression was impeccable, he stepped forward and said with a smile: "Mr. Ranpo."
Since he was not an employee of the Secret Service at this time, Kamishiro Kiyokazu looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi as if he didn't recognize him, "Who is this?"
Edogawa Ranpo's teeth were obviously really hurting, and he spoke slurredly, "President..."
"President of the Armed Detective Agency, Yukichi Fukuzawa."
The silver-haired middle-aged swordsman had a serious expression and an astonishing aura. Just standing outside the clinic created a vacuum zone. It was time for the bodyguard to draw his weapon. Oda Sakunosuke was able to hold his own. There was no unforeseen danger. Look.
The black-haired boy was the leader among the three. Fukuzawa Yukichi asked, "Who is your Excellency?"
"ah……"
Kamishiro Kiyokazu looked around at the gossipy Yokohama citizens who were not gathered around but were basically paying attention, and said calmly, "Kamidai Kiyokazu, it's not convenient to say his identity here." You can say his name, but the underground world thinks he has his last name anyway.
Kawakami.
"..."
Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded.
He immediately thought of the person who used very exaggerated words, who sent an email to Ranpo, and whose signature was Qinghe.
The special agent department?
Although the communication between "parents" is not cordial, it is considered harmonious.
At an angle that they did not notice, Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo, driven by some intuition, looked at each other unfriendlyly.