Another World Bookstore in Yokohama

"You are here."

At around twelve o'clock at noon, Lin Yu'an saw a lop-eared rabbit poking his head in front of his bookstore.

Akutagawa heard the boss's voice, coughed twice in embarrassment, pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked in front of the boss.

"Here," Lin Yu'an put a stack of letter paper on the bar, "these are thirty thousand in total."

Picking up the stack of papers, Ryunosuke Akutagawa flipped through them briefly, and saw that there were probably more than a hundred sheets.Then he swiped the black card, turned around and planned to leave.

"and many more."

Akutagawa's footsteps stopped, and he turned his head to look: "What's the matter?"

The boss smiled: "Remember to hand it over to me when you finish writing, and don't forget to write your name."

"Oh."

"You can also write here, special treatment~"

"Is it possible!" Akutagawa's eyes lit up.

"Well," the boss nodded, "you can sit next to me, or I can arrange a place for you alone."

There are all kinds of places in space.

"Just sit next to you." Akutagawa said, he really couldn't wait.

"That's good," Lin Yu'an snapped his fingers, and the originally narrow bar became much wider. In addition, there was an extra chair next to the boss's seat. The boss patted the table here: "Just sit here."

Akutagawa nodded, "Yeah." Then he passed behind the boss and sat on Lin Yuan's left.

Spread out a piece of letter paper on the table, take a pen handed over by the boss, and carefully write down the first hiragana characters.

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To Mr. Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Dear Mr. Ryunosuke Akutagawa:

First of all, I would like to say hello respectfully.

In the evening of yesterday, I was lucky enough to learn from the owner of the bookstore here that I could write to my husband, and then I couldn't help myself. I finished the work I had to do as soon as possible, and came here after waking up from a sleepy sleep. I bought letters and paper here, and now I am writing these scribbled things on the table for you.

The day before yesterday, I almost finished reading all the novels in my husband's "Rashomon" collection in one sitting. During the period, I felt that there were still many witty words that I couldn't understand, but they all gave me a great spiritual shock.

It's quite embarrassing to say, when I read a book, I often feel that my soul is embracing and crying with my husband. What an arrogant thought.The description of Mr.'s article seems to be alienated but sad, and the beautiful stories are written with irony.

The coolness in the world, the light sadness between reading and reading.

I have been looking for the meaning of life. There was once a teacher in the organization. The teacher was quite strict, but it seemed that I found the light of life. I continued to strive for his approval.But although he has been working hard, he has never satisfied the teacher, and even now he has another favorite student.Now the teacher defected from the organization and went to a new paradise.

...

Likewise, I once had a subordinate, or so to speak, to whom I gave tasks.At the beginning, that person was very similar to me in the past, as confused and suffering from my own background, as desperate for life and incapable of death, living in this world lingering on my last breath.Later, she also left, as if she had found her own redemption, and she changed a lot when we met again, and became stronger and firmer. At that time, I was really envious and gratified.

Is there any meaning to living for the meaning of living?

My body remains in the world, but my spirit seems to have gone to Santuchuan, and it seems to be floating in the air watching all kinds of stupid behaviors of the world including myself.

......

I feel that I am too pessimistic. I obviously got the opportunity to write a letter with my husband, but now I continue to express my ugly emotions, which is really embarrassing.But I definitely don't mean to treat my husband as a trash can, I just want to talk about my inner sadness with my husband as a friend or a respected teacher.

It is also a coincidence that I have the same name as my husband, and I am also called Akutagawa Ryunosuke, which really makes me quite honored.

If possible, I sincerely hope to receive a reply from Mr.

Sincerely,

your devout readers

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

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"Finish?" The boss didn't read the contents of the letters that Akutagawa handed over, but directly stuffed them into a black envelope, wrote a line of strange handwriting on the corner, and then the envelope It suddenly disappeared.

Akutagawa's face was reddish, and he nodded in response to Lin Yu'an's words, showing no surprise at the boss's miraculous operation.

"Aren't you going to eat, sir?"

When writing the letter, he didn't ignore the surroundings too much, Akutagawa knew that the person next to him never left his position from the beginning to the end.It is acceptable to say that he likes to read, after all, this person has been reading all the time, but, he must eat, right?

Won't you be hungry?

Lin Yu'an shook his head, and was about to reveal his status as an immortal, but felt that it was too abrupt, or a little arrogant, and it might even make people afraid and would not come close to him again.

So, he took out a elixir, "It's because of this, Bigu Dan! Eating one of this can solve all the physiological needs of the day—" Before he finished speaking, the boss saw the boy's eyes widen in front of him , said excitedly:

"How much is it, I want to buy a hundred of them,"

"Mr. Akutagawa," Lin Yuan said with a serious expression, "this one will not be sold."

The name is known from the communication between him and his boss.

Also, Lin Yuan planned to sell it at first, but seeing the boy's excited face and wanting to knock him out, he immediately gave up his idea.

Because if ordinary people really have no desires and desires because of this, they will deviate from their original life trajectory and be out of tune with others.

If you don't have a firm belief in something, you will definitely go crazy.

Although it was a stern refusal, it still hurts to see the child wilting instantly.

"Do you like martial arts?"

He remembered that he had heard that this boy was a mafia, so he should be more concerned about boxing skills. To make a child happy, he had to do what he liked. Look, his eyes lit up in an instant!

I am so smart!

**

Armed Detective Agency.

As soon as Ranpo opened the door, he saw Fukuzawa Yukichi.

There is a faintly exposed corner at the door of the reception room.

As if hearing the sound of the door opening and walking, Fukuzawa Yukichi stood up and walked to the room where Ranpo Edogawa and the others were.

Followed by Lucy.

"President! Why are you here?!" Kunikida Doppo was surprised.

Shouldn't the president be on a business trip at this time?

"Miss Lucy?" Atsushi Nakajima looked at Lucy who came out from behind Fukuzawa Yukichi, feeling a little confused, "What are you guys doing here?"

"I learned something from Miss Lucy," Fukuzawa Yukichi walked up to Edogawa Ranpo, "It's related to the commission."

Edogawa Ranpo opened his lips in surprise: "Could it be?!"

"That's right, it looks like the information you got." The man in dark feathers nodded, "There is no need to follow up on the entrustment."

"The Ability Secret Service Division will still pay us the corresponding commission, so don't worry about that."

"Tsk," Edogawa Ranpo gritted his teeth angrily, then handed the piece of paper to Fukuzawa Yukichi from his pocket.

Reaching out to take it, Fukuzawa Yukichi blinked strangely: "This is?"

As he spoke, he spread the paper flat.

[The person who gets this paper, please forward it to the Supernatural Secret Service Division. 】

[I am not leaving this time to do something dangerous to society. A murder is about to happen in the museum. This is a letter of challenge sent to me by a murderer. I am going to fight and arrest him. 】

[It won't be too long, and I will definitely return within five days. 】

【Ayatsuji Walker】

[If you feel that this does not look like my style and handwriting, it is natural, because it was written by another person, and I took a person away from the Supernatural Secret Service. 】

The last line was written at the end of the white paper by skipping the remaining space.

Osamu Dazai took it over from Fukuzawa Yukichi and looked at the paper on the table, "Ah, I'm so curious, what exactly is his supernatural power—"

"That's it?" Nakajima Atsushi looked at it several times, still confused, "If it's a criminal in custody, what's the point of saying this? Isn't it still an unstable factor??"

"Maybe this is the pain of not having a previous story—" Junichiro Tanizaki sat down on the chair tiredly, "I'm really exhausted after walking for a long time~"

Osamu Dazai helped to explain: "Ayatsuji Xingren is a very law-abiding person, which can be seen from the fact that he voluntarily accepted the custody of the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

"Where did Mr. Dazai know that? Don't make jokes if you have bad information..."

"It's right here." Osamu Dazai picked up the information about Ayatsuji pedestrians that he sent earlier.

[After entering the Supernatural Secret Service Division as a criminal, he set up a detective agency "Xiaoyi Tsuji Office" because of his security and outstanding talent]

Atsushi Nakajima covered his face in shame.

"But taking away a criminal, no matter what, is too dangerous, right?" Kunikida Doppo frowned.

Fukuzawa Yukichi knew some inside information and was about to answer, but Edogawa Ranpo preempted him: "It's his supernatural power."

"Although I don't know what the power is, it is estimated that the prisoner can be completely restrained."

"After all, it's a special A-level ability user."

Flicking his hat, Luanbu continued: "There is also the one who gave him the battle invitation, it should be Jingji Xiayan, a famous exorcist in the past."

Just now the hat was wet with water from Dazai's body.

"Is that so, Miss Lucy?"

Lucy nodded blankly.

Lazily yawned, Luanbu sat back to his seat and lay down on the table, "Really, he just treated us as errands, and didn't take Master Luanbu seriously at all!"

"He's just playing with us!"

On one side, Yosano Akiko coaxed the unhappy Ranpo in distress: "Master Ranpo, don't be so angry—"

...

"There are still a few words here." Kenji Miyazawa, who was still looking at the paper, said suddenly in surprise.

It turns out that not all the light black marks on the back of the paper were printed with great force, and there were a few words written directly on the back with a pencil.

"What?" Osamu Dazai leaned over.

Kenji Miyazawa pointed to the folded place in the middle of the white paper, "It's here." Osamu Dazai looked over, and then his pupils constricted suddenly.

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