How my bad friend and I survived in Yokohama

A rare no-commission day for an armed detective agency.

Osamu Dazai, who had been missing for a day and a half, finally reappeared. He wobbled around with his curly black hair and occupied the sofa, listening to the earphones, humming a little tune, and listening carefully——

"Yeah~ A person cannot die for love~"

Atsushi Nakajima is used to it, he walked up to Dazai with a stack of documents in his arms: "Mr. Dazai, these are the documents you need to deal with yesterday, I will do them for you, here you are."

"Ah~ Thank you Atsu-kun!" Dazai took the document with a smile, "I will hand it over to Kunikida-kun!"

"By the way, Ye Zang-kun hasn't come yet," Nakajima Atsushi said worriedly, "Although it hasn't come yet—is there something wrong?"

"The lottery ticket must have been blown away by the wind again!" Kunikida said with certainty, "The last time I partnered with him, that kid suddenly became interested and ran to buy a lottery prize, but he was blown away by the wind four times along the way. I thought it was some supernatural person who caused the trouble, but I didn't expect that it was just that guy's bad luck."

"Are you so unlucky?! It's outrageous!!" Atsushi Nakajima complained and suddenly realized, "No wonder Ye Zang always touches me before scratching the prize. Is it just luck!"

"Kunikida-kun needs to reflect on it," Dazai said with a "squeaky" smile, "Why is Hazo-kun never borrowing luck when you are by your side, and why are you even more unlucky? It's because Kunikida-kun's luck is even worse!"

He believed Kunikida and Kunikida Doppo again.

Surprisingly easy to cheat.

"Good morning, everyone," Horiba came, with long silver curly hair in a mess, a blue ribbon tied in a knot at the end of the hair, the usual white shirt was wrinkled today, only that one was not used on the whole body You can see the high-waisted black suit trousers, "It's all there, that's great."

This appearance really shocked everyone, Horihazou was still very calm - this guy was very calm except when he was beaten by Mr. Abe, he glanced at Dazai's superficial appearance that the earphones were actually bugging, thoughtful After a while, he walked over and patted Atsushi Nakajima on the shoulder: "Every time I see Atsushi with the same hair color as me, I am very kind, I almost burst into tears."

"No, why do you have to cry when you see the same hair color? It's too exaggerated to burst into tears," Atsushi Nakajima complained, "And what's going on with you—it feels like,"

"It feels like being entangled and beaten by a bunch of ties," Horihazo sighed, "Life, either wearing a tie and becoming a social animal, or merging with the ties and turning into a dead madao's madao, Sure enough, it was right for me to choose the way of decadent life from birth."

"You were beaten by Mr. Abe again! And you are only 18 years old, so don't express your opinions on life casually! Have you seen through life and started to choose now?! No, according to your words, it started right after you were born! Too It's too early! It's too early no matter what! Ye Zang, are you Zaohui?!"

"It's already in the shape of a Tucao servant."

"I just don't want you to say that!" Little Brain Tiger started to untie Horihazo's hairband without complaint, "Ah...it's a deadlock..."

"Atsushi is right, I'm Zake," Horihazura raised his index finger, "I've been remembering No. 11 days since I was born——ah, it hurts!"

"It's here~" Osamu Dazai appeared suddenly, and rescued the hair that was sore from Atsushi's excitement, and the knot disappeared in less than half a second. In return, Osamu Dazai gave him a bow tie that was quite wicked.

"What?!" Atsushi Nakajima widened his eyes, and Doppo Kunikida recalled after hearing the words: "There is this kind of disease, called hyperamnesia, and patients can't forget anything - Hori has hyperamnesia? Why didn't you say it before? ! Can Dr. Yosano cure it?"

The white tiger boy didn't realize it at first—isn't it great that hyperamnesia can't forget anything!Later, I became horrified with hindsight - I can't forget anything, whether it is useless or useful, painful or happy, the memory from the 11th day of birth is extremely clear - it's terrible, yes My words will go crazy... Then he recalled reflexively whether he had said too much to Ye Zang, but he couldn't remember.

Terrible, this kind of thing is terrible.

"Thank you—it's not as scary as you think, Atsushi," Horiha Zang gave Dazai Osamu a thumbs up, indicating that he likes the bow very much, "Although I'm very poor, I still have a little bit of cleverness, To put it simply, I have built a memory palace in my mind, and it is very convenient to organize the memories into different categories—Mr. Kunikida, please don’t get excited, this disease [Please don’t die] can’t be cured.”

"It's a rare commission-free day, don't worry about this kind of thing!" Ye Zang clapped his hands, "Let's tell a story! Mr. Ranpo, do you want to hear it?"

"I can hear you." Edogawa Ranpo raised a thick snack, "Speak quickly!"

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Horihazo wears a white shirt with high-waisted suit pants all year round. Depending on his mood, he wears the only tie, and sometimes wears the only black coat with a red background.