After my partner 5t5 talked about cross talk, I became popular

In an ice cream shop in Kyoto, Hayano was watching Gojo Satoru stuff the third popsicle into his mouth.

"By the way, do we really not need to notify the Armed Detective Agency?" Hayano messed with Sundae in front of him, "After all, Osamu Dazai belongs to them too."

"No, no, no," Gojo Satoru licked his lips after eating the last bite of the popsicle, "If they had the time to think of a way, we've already settled the matter."

"How to solve it? We have been waiting here for almost an hour," Lin Ye was a little anxious, "Didn't it be said that it would be resolved after an hour?"

Gojo Satoru hooked his lips, and instead of answering directly, he looked at the wall clock on the wall of the small shop and made a gesture of "ten, nine, eight..." with his hands.

Just after the "one" competition, the welcome bell on the door suddenly jingled, and a man with a dusty but untroubled hair came in.

"Here, he's here, so I'll say he's the most reliable adult," Wujo Satoru waved his hands high with a proud face, "Hey, Nanami, here!"

Jianren Qihai, who was dressed in a suit, hurried to Gojo Gojo and Rinno's table, and managed to catch his breath: "Sorry, I'm late."

Lin Ye was dumbfounded: "It's not too late! You can say that it will be exactly the same in an hour, and you are amazing."

"It's too late." Jianren Nanami straightened his glasses. Seeing that Lin Ye was a little surprised, he paused for a moment, then turned his head and asked Gojo Satoru, "You two...how do you work together?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled, but didn't answer, and asked instead, "Did you find out, Nana Ming?"

"Well," Qihai Jianren stopped asking, took out a piece of paper, and put it on the table, "This is the account information. It comes from a small local bank. I asked several people who worked in the bank before. It was only through friends that I got the information about the head of the household.”

"As expected of you, this efficiency, tsk tsk."

Gojo Satoru unfolded the note: "The head of the household is Yushiro Yamamoto, hey, why is this name so familiar..."

"He's a painter," Nanami Kento took out a thick stack of documents from another pocket, all of which were Yushiro's information, "He is a new painter who has only received attention in recent years, and the theme of each painting is different. It is a mysterious woman, and the outside world calls him a moron freak."

"Well, I think I've heard of it before. This is the weird guy who scares reporters away with gunpowder." Gojo Satoru continued to read the note, "The address is, Wushan No. 1, what the hell, there are houses on that mountain ?"

"That's right," Jianren Qihai took out a floor plan from the back bag again, "Although I don't know what your purpose is, I roughly drew three ways to sneak into the villa on the way here just now, you You can take a look."

Gojo Satoru took it over and inspected it naturally.

Every time Qihai Jianren took out a piece of information, Lin Ye's jaw dropped a little, until he saw the dense lines on the floor plan of the villa, and he was completely in admiration. Although he knew that he was very ignorant, his mouth had already come out before his brain. sound--

"It's better not to save it, Mr. Jianren Qihai, are you willing to be our new manager?"

Jianren Qihai was stunned: "Agent? Wutiao, what the hell are you doing?"

Gojo Wutiao didn't raise his head: "Get to know this Lin Ye, my master Mancai; this Nana Ming, the most trustworthy adult."

Nana Ming: "What's all this mess?"

Gojo Satoru gave a super bright smile: "I have debuted~~"

The corners of Nana Ming's mouth twitched: "Can we not harm the showbiz? Last time we bombed a theater and lost six figures, this time our manager was kidnapped—"

"Correction! It's not because of me."

"That's why I came here from Tokyo," Nana sighed, "Do you know how much money you lose in an hour? Forget it, your life is rich... woo woo woo???"

"Living in an environment where wealth and wealth are sought after, hahaha!" Gojo Satoru hurriedly covered Nana Ming's mouth to avoid being told about his background, and then looked at Lin Ye embarrassedly: "Introduce me again, this is my most, Believe, Lai, De (strengthening hand) adults, never talk nonsense, and are willing to help others, and this time will help us to the end, right, Na~Na~Ming~?"

Then he nodded while holding Nana Ming's head.

"This is considered a promise, and you can't go back on it," Gojo Satoru let go of Nana Ming's head and pointed forward, "Then let's go!"

Nana Ming: "...light, frivolous!"

Fog Mountain One.

Osamu Dazai was cornered by Yushiro's sharp eyes, "Ah, I just met this lady in a hurry when I was young, and her name was Seyong Zhuzi at that time, not Miss Zhushi."

"You're lying," Yushiro pressed on with displeasure, "not only can she call you by your name accurately, but she even thinks I was sent by you."

"Oh? Hahahaha, maybe I left a deep impression on her. When did it happen? Beads are really..."

"You are not allowed to call her that!" Yushiro poked Dazai Osamu's chest with a knife in his hand, "You are blaspheming Miss Zhushi by saying her name!!"

"Okay...cough cough cough." Osamu Dazai was almost leaked by the opponent.

Feeling the strength of Yushiro's hands, Osamu Dazai felt a little bit in his heart - he and this guy named Yushiro were probably not in the same order of magnitude at all, so he decided to outwit.

Osamu Dazai immediately put on a concerned look: "You just said that she can call me by my name? That means you have seen her? When is it?"

Yushiro also recovered his cold expression, and replied without changing his face: "Every night."

"Huh? Are you a couple?"

"It's...it's not," Yushiro blushed, "She doesn't know."

"Yamamoto-kun, it's not good to follow and peep~"

"I know...it's horrible," Yushiro lowered his head, "but after such a long time, she... finally appeared."

"Oh? How long? Ten years?" Osamu Dazai calculated the age of the person in front of him, "20 years? At most it should not exceed 30 years, right?"

Yushiro seemed to muster up his courage, raised his head again, and looked at Osamu Dazai steadfastly: "100 years."

"It's been almost 100 years."

"100 years?? Tell me about it!" Osamu Dazai burst into gossip instantly.

"You first tell me how you met Miss Zhushi or... Shiyongzhu?"

"If you don't tell me the story of 100 years, I won't tell it." Osamu Dazai counted the years, as if he suddenly remembered something, "100 years, isn't that the Taisho period? You can't be a legendary ghost, right? "

"How do you know?" Yushiro was surprised.

"The profession is special, and the urban legends are more or less familiar." Osamu Dazai casually leaned against the wall, "Pale complexion, great strength, living on a mountain without sunlight, and exactly 100 years, isn't that obvious!"

Yushiro glanced at Osamu Dazai with extremely complicated emotions, but didn't answer, hesitated for a moment, and raised his hand.

"This is Chacha Wan." Yushiro touched the kitten's head, and then took out a book from behind it, "You can read these for yourself."

Osamu Dazai took it, and saw the words "Zenyi Biography" on the cover.

"It was written by a... annoying ghost at that time. Only he recorded all the events of the year. You will know after reading it."

……

For the next half hour, Osamu Dazai cried while watching the incident of the Demon Slayer Squad a hundred years ago.

Only then did he know that after Zhushi passed away, Yushiro and Chachawan became the only remaining ghosts in the world, and Yushiro lived alone until today in order to remember Miss Zhushi.

Osamu Dazai had tears in his eyes, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow, what a beautiful love is this."

"Finish?" Yushiro said blankly, "In short, two years ago, I ran into Miss Shizi who had the same appearance as Miss Zhushi on the streets of Kyoto two years ago. I think she must be the reincarnation of Miss Zhushi. But she seems to belong to some port Mafia organization and cannot move freely."

"Hmm... Indeed..." Osamu Dazai scratched his head, "After all, she is Mori Ogai's adopted daughter and has been under house arrest in Kyoto."

"I found out that she put a photo of you and her when she was 14 years old in her diary. What's the relationship between you?" Yushiro's eyes were like arrows, almost piercing Dazai Osamu.

"Um, it doesn't matter!" Osamu Dazai recalled, "She seems to be an orphan. She was raised by Mori Ogai since she was a child. In order to prevent her from getting involved in the port, she was put in Kyoto. When I was just rescued , lived with her for a while, uh, don't worry, we live in different rooms!"

"How can I get her out?"

"Mori Ogai is very fond of his adopted daughter, and it's very distressing," Osamu Dazai was troubled, "because her supernatural ability is very rare and useful, I can't remember now, but it can be controlled with my own blood. Other people, things that aren't even human, animals or something..."

Yushirou was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, he shook Dazai Osamu's shoulder vigorously: "This is Miss Zhushi's blood ghost technique!!"

Osamu Dazai's head was about to be shaken off, just as he was about to get rid of the overly excited man in front of him, there was a sudden sound of glass breaking behind him.

"Boom!" Three blue lights flashed across Yushirou's head, chest and abdomen with precision.

Then an opened folding fan drew a graceful arc from the other side of the room, cutting off the hands that were holding Osamu Dazai's shoulders.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp blade flashed across, and Yushirou's severed head fell to the ground with a thud.

Gojo Satoru supported Nana Ming, who was squatting on the ground with both hands, and a goat jumped in front of Osamu Dazai: "Da la~ your savior has arrived."

Osamu Dazai: ...

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"