[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

Jie Shuyi stretched out his hand to stop him, but Dazai had already walked in arrogance. He could only hurriedly follow him, fearing that there might be danger in the room.

It was the first time that Xie Shuyi came to Huadai's house. As soon as he entered the door, he tripped over the garbage piled by the door.

Xie Shuyi was dazed and almost fell, but Dazai supported him.

"Oh, so fragile now?" He pinched Jie Shuyi's wrist.

"It was too dark, I didn't notice it." Xie Shuyi used the force to steady himself.

Although it was daytime, the owner of the room had covered all the windows, making the small house dark.

Xie Shuyi fumbled around the wall for a long time and finally found the switch.

When the lights came on, a strange man was holding a computer, looking at the two of them with burning eyes.

Xie Shuyi's gaze shifted from the black garbage on the ground to the man wearing a quilt with strange patterns.

"So ugly..." Xie Shuyi said subconsciously as he looked at the pink quilt.

Huadai carefully grabbed the corner of the quilt, and after hearing that, he mustered up the courage to say, "I don't allow you to say that 'Fangzi'!"

Xie Shuyi pursed his lips. Even though he was yelled at, he didn't look angry at all. The twitching corners of his mouth seemed like he was suppressing some emotion.

Three seconds later, Xie Shuyi burst into laughter, "Hahahahaha, Fangzi? Hahahaha! You call the quilt Fangzi? Hahahahahahahahahaha..."

Hanada was so angry that he couldn't speak. He shrank his head into the quilt and looked at Dazai with a resentful look.

Although he didn't know who Jie Shuyi was, Dazai knew him. Since he could come with him, he was most likely a member of the Armed Detective Agency.

He couldn't make trouble.

Huadai’s head was almost completely shrunk into the quilt.

With this look on his face, even if Jie Shuyi was not a member of the Armed Detective Agency, he would not be able to do anything to him.

Dazai quickly tapped the kid on the head, "Be polite to your seniors."

Xie Shuyi immediately fell silent, looked at Huadai who was shivering in the corner of the room, and said sorry reluctantly.

Dazai and Hanadaku went into the room to discuss work, but Jie Shuyi did not follow them in.

The two of them must be talking about the "Rat in the Dead House", and the stupid middle-aged man must be Huadai.

As a famous "computer stalker" and former member of the detective agency, he has a great chance of finding the location of the "Rat of the Dead House" organization.

Xie Shuyi was too lazy to go in and listen, he just wanted to wait for the result.

He just needs to take charge.

But...

Xie Shuyi doesn't think that the person who helps Mr. Dazai behind the scenes is Hanadaki. There must be someone else he doesn't know.

The living room outside was so messy that it was impossible to stand still, so Xie Shuyi simply sat down on a large garbage bag.

The garbage in the garbage bag under his butt was a bit uncomfortable, and Xie Shuyi moved his butt for a long time before finding a comfortable position.

Are there any unknown members of the detective agency?

The person who can reach a cooperative relationship with Mr. Dazai, or even a unilateral command relationship, must be very powerful.

Xie Shuyi already had a vague image of that man's appearance in his mind.

He must be a mature, experienced, handsome, unparalleled supernatural being, and super smart!

"boom--"

Xie Shuyi was just closing his eyes and imagining when a loud noise suddenly woke him up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the door being violently split in half. Dostoevsky walked in slowly, with the man in the white mask still following behind him.

When Xie Shuyi raised his eyes, he happened to meet the masked man's gaze.

A strange emotion flashed in the latter's eyes. Jie Shuyi couldn't tell what it was, but he felt goose bumps all over his body.

Dostoevsky was not surprised by Jie Shuyi's appearance, but waved politely.

Xie Shuyi was stunned by his actions. It had not been long since they last met, but Dostoevsky looked much sicker.

The purple eyes looked better against the pale complexion.

Xie Shuyi naturally raised his hand to greet him, and before he knew it, he subconsciously said, "You have beautiful eyes."

Dostoyevsky nodded slightly, "Thank you."

Xie Shuyi seemed to finally react. He stood up and patted the dust off his butt. "Are you here to kill someone?"

Dostoyevsky nodded, pointed in the direction of the room, and asked very politely, "Is the flower bag in there?"

Xie Shuyi had never seen such an enemy.

Dostoevsky was being sarcastic to Dazai last time, why is he so polite today?

Could this person have a split personality?

"Yes." As a polite boy, Xie Shuyi naturally answered his question first.

Then, when Dostoevsky was about to go in, he blocked his way.

"Sorry, I can't let you in."

Xie Shuyi paused and continued, "Your eyes are really beautiful, like gems. Can you give them to me?"

Dostoyevsky smiled and said, "What an unreasonable request."