Oba Hazo's Time Traveling

Keio deserves to be a hotel chain owned by a conglomerate. After the war, Tokyo’s technology went backwards. Many hotels even stayed in the era of using keys to open the door. They have already used magnetic cards.

Before departure, Tian Shan Hanabou silently handed them a silver-white card, Dazai tapped the card on the sensor, and the door opened in response.

As for the monitoring of the corridor during this period, of course it will be replaced by others, unless it is a more sophisticated hacker than the flower bag, otherwise no one can see what he and Edogawa Ranpo have done.

After the door opened, Luanbu couldn't wait to enter and began to look around.

His eyes opened a crack, and countless information passively poured into his brain.

The standing posture of Shixing Tsubouchi, the appearance of pacing in the corridor, every document signed, etc., are presented in his mind one by one.

Dazai's insight was not as good as that of Edogawa Ranpo. He was wearing white gloves, and with a curious face on his face, he was groping around in the room, and after a while he turned around and asked Edogawa Ranpo, "How is it?"

Edogawa ran out a hand and stroked his chin.

……

There was another scene in Ye Zang's place. He was lying on his back on the sofa, with his back sunk into the soft leather cushions, exuding an astonishing charm unscrupulously.

When he no longer concealed, his charisma was indeed so amazing that some people thought he had related supernatural powers.

While sitting there for a while, the barmaid came in and out several times, sometimes asking him tenderly if he wanted a drink, and sometimes bringing him free appetizers.

The young woman on the fifth floor, who was relaxing after finishing the spa, sat across from him, resting her chin on one hand, listening to his high-spirited, clumsy art, and some even put their hands on...

Among them were a few men with unknown sexual orientation, but there was no doubt that they were fascinated by Aye. People in suits and leather shoes stood decently behind the sofa with a glass of wine, and some people blurted out that they wanted to help Aye invest in a gallery.

Shixing Tsubouchi squeezed into the crowd, holding a glass of cherry cocktail in his hand, it is said that Shixing likes this alcoholic drink very much.

"He likes to drink cherry cocktails." Mikiko looked weary.

She was discussing Shixing with Ye Zang at the dining table, and as soon as she heard that person's name, the delicacies on the plate in front of her eyes were not delicious, she said coquettishly half complaining, "Why do we have to discuss these things, it's a disappointment."

A Ye showed such an expression: "But I think, listen more."

"After all, this is work. If it is more professional, Ms. Mikiko will be happy too..."

"Oh, you really are." Mikiko was really amused.

"It hurts."

She went on to say: "That country bumpkin didn't eat good food when he was a child. The price of goods soared during the Great War. Almost all the cherries in Tokyo were imported from foreign countries, and the price was more expensive. Since then, he has liked cherries, and cocktails are also good. Whether it's cake or not, Cheli will be left alone until the end."

Ping Nei Shixing is Xiaoyao's elder brother's child, but he is an illegitimate son. Before he was recognized, he had a hard life for a long time, and there were some traces of hard work on him.

Mikiko was adopted at a very young age and has always been precious.

"Speaking of it." Mikiko laughed almost viciously.

"He has a habit of eating cherries..."

The seating order of the people on the sofa was changed, and the waitress came over too frequently, the store manager noticed it, so he simply recruited the rest of the waiters and told them not to sit still beside the customers.

Someone opened a tower of famous wine and champagne for Ye Zang, and asked him to take a look.

Ye Zang never refuses others, so he stood up.

While walking, Shixing walked sideways with Tsubouchi Shixing, and Shixing didn't know if it was intentional, but the shoulders of the two collided, thus creating an opportunity for dialogue.

This is also normal, Mikiko said her adoptive brother is a hungry ghost.

It is somewhat suspected of uglifying him, but the general direction is correct, Pinguai Shixing is an extreme face control.

Aye was still chatting about those topics, art theory and so on, and at the same time ordered a glass of cherry cocktail. Shixing saw it and told him that they drank the same drink.

Aye smiled and said, "I like its color."

He finished his drink, the cherries for garnish sinking to the bottom of the glass.

Mikiko said, "Do you know how petty he is?"

"what?"

Mikiko: "If there is a second person at the same table who orders a cherry cocktail and doesn't eat cherries, he will definitely stop the other party and ask someone to give him the cherries."

She gloated: "Isn't it embarrassing?"

"I was reprimanded many times by my father, but I haven't given up on this habit. However, there are more and more choices of alcoholic beverages. Cherry cocktails are rarely drunk by anyone."

She said coolly: "From this point of view, it can be regarded as less embarrassing."

It was four o'clock in the morning when Ye Zang returned to the room. At this time, the shirt was wrinkled around his body, and the smell of perfume, cigarettes and alcohol lingered in Aye's fluffy hair. For some reason, it didn't smell very good. The three scents have reached a balance on him, so that apart from making him look depressed, they have no other effect.

"Ah! It actually surpassed it!"

"It's cunning."

"Damn it, give me a roundhouse kick."

There was a lot of noise in the room, there was no silence like four o'clock in the morning, and when I looked closely, Dazai and Ranpo were sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing the electric lights.

"Ah, you're back." Hearing the sound of the door opening, Dazai turned his head, choked his throat, and said in a gentle voice similar to Aye's, "Should I take a bath or eat first."

Edogawa Ranpo vomited unaffectedly, and he criticized: "You imitate really badly."

He didn't even ask Aye how the test was going, Lord Ranpo knew it by reasoning!

A Ye sniffed his nose cutely, he was smelling the collar of his shirt: "Let's take a bath first..."

He asked again: "Did the investigation find anything?"

"No." Dazai snapped, "The room is seamless."

Aye nodded: "I think so."

Dazai asked, "What about you?"

Edogawa Ranpo said: "Do you still want to talk about this kind of thing? You can tell at a glance."

Dazai: "Oh, it's annoying, I can only see half of it at most."

Aye said: "It's almost seamless." He replied in Dazai's words, "If I hadn't discussed it with Ms. Mikiko, I should have been fooled."

Edogawa nodded in confusion.

"Of course, there is also the suspicion that Ms. Mikiko deliberately vilified," Aye recalled, "I put the finished cherry cocktail on the bar table. According to Ms. Mikiko, he should be able to twist the cherry stem."

"But he didn't do anything."

Dazai: "I didn't do anything, but it fits his identity."

A Ye: "It's not wrong to think so." He had a shy expression on his face.

'However, human beings are not able to make optimal choices in line with their status anytime and anywhere. '

Dazai continued, "The room is very clean."

His cleanliness is not cleanliness in the physical sense, but conceptually, because no extra traces are left, but conceptually cleanliness.

Edogawa Ranbu said: "Maybe some ability was used again, delete all the extra parts."

"So that apart from the service staff of the hotel, only the traces of the Tsubouchi staff were left."

"And these traces..." Edogawa paused for a while, "They were all left within two weeks."

"Wow——" Dazai dubbed Ranpo.

"It's weird because it's too clean. What's more, Tsubouchi Shiko is not an abstinent man." Hearing the word "abstinence" from Edogawa Ranpo's mouth, it was somewhat weird, and the corners of Aye's mouth rose, but he didn't say anything. something else.

Dazai sums it up: "In every sense, it's unreal because it's done so perfectly."

"No way." Aye added meekly, "Dostoevsky has already left Japan, and even small actions were done by his subordinates under his guidance."

"There are some loopholes that the subordinates can't take into account..."

Edogawa Ranpo announced the final result: "So, the current Tsubouchi Shiko is very likely to be pretended by someone else."

Dazai asked: "What are we going to do now, just tear off his mask?"

When he said this, there was a cold sarcasm on his face, obviously he said so, but he had a charter in his heart.

Ye Zang had already figured out how to deal with it.

"It's not a big problem." He said, "I have already asked Mr. Huadai."

"Since they are counterfeit goods, they have to have contact with the real Tsubouchi more or less. They are not Dostoevsky, so they cannot pass information smoothly," Aye said, "If you keep looking at him, there will always be Show your feet."

"Wow."

Osamu Dazai said, "Tayama Hanabou-kun is so pitiful."

"Ah-choo—" Far away in Yokohama, he sneezed while curled up in the quilt of Nakatayama's flower bag, and there were two eye-catching bruises hanging under his eyes.

He hasn't had a good rest since he was involved in the Pingnei Xiaoyao incident, but, but...

Thinking of Mr. Ye Zang looking at him with trusting eyes and begging for his help, the eyes of Tianshan Hanadai ignited raging flames, and he almost shouted "Oh oh oh oh oh oh", speeding up the computer again and again.

The drive for his work is very down-to-earth.

I just want Mr. Ye Zang to say "I'm really sorry for you" and "Hanabuki-kun is amazing", that's all.

Thinking of this, Tian Shan Hanabou sniffed, almost desperately thinking:

'I'm really hopeless. '

"And one more thing..."

Aye said: "In most cases, people who are proficient in acting and disguise will not have much attainment in force, but after all, they are Mr. Dostoev's back-up, so they should be more careful anyway."

With an artist's characteristic, shy and careless expression, he said, "That's why I'm looking for [Mr. Nakahara]."

"He should be able to provide some help."

Dazai asked: "The dark dwarf... have you contacted him?"

"not yet."

Aye trembled her eyelashes.

He whispered, "At this point, [Mr. Zhongyuan] is sleeping."