I became a super detective after commenting on spoilers

Osamu Dazai specifically mentioned Matsuda, not to say that he took the initiative to let his boyfriend meet his love rival, he was not so kind.

However, rather than rushing to the hospital after Reiji Tsukishiro was discharged from the hospital, it would be better to let the two of them meet under his nose.

What's more, Matsuda Jinpei planted a bomb for Dazai.

Tsukishiro Reiji was still wearing a hospital gown, and when he heard Matsuda Jinpei's name, he sat up, his slightly baggy clothes drooped, and his thin collarbone glistened.

His toes touched the floor, and the coolness came straight up, and he curled up on his toes unconsciously.

Osamu Dazai snorted softly when he saw his hasty movements.

Very good, seeing others is so urgent.

The light humming wobbled into Reiji Tsukishiro's cochlea, he paused, and once again remembered the "give it a try" he had personally promised.

So Dazai is...jealous?

It was difficult for Reiji Tsukishiro to connect the childish word with Osamu Dazai, but he could tell that the other party was indeed having a temper tantrum.

A little bit, the kind that can be coaxed well.

So what's the difference between coaxing a lover and coaxing a friend?

He frowned slightly, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and secretly aimed at Osamu Dazai, trying to distinguish the standard answer.

"No one came."

Osamu Dazai caught his small eyes, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised, and whispered in his ear.

"?"

Before Tsukishiro Reiji could react, Dazai leaned over, brushed his lips, brushed his trembling eyelashes, and pressed a kiss on the end of his eyes like a dragonfly.

Tsukishiro Reiji was stunned in place, until he heard the sound of his Adam's apple rolling in his ears, and then he woke up. Pressing his fingertips on the upper eyelids, the soft touch seemed to linger and linger for a long time.

"Aren't you going?" Osamu Dazai grabbed his hand, one finger at a time, snapping them in tightly, holding him tightly.

Tsukishiro Reiji pursed his lips, shook his head, and followed with small steps.

I thought I had to go to the nurse's desk to ask for the ward number where Matsuda Jinpei was, but Osamu Dazai dragged him straight to the destination.

Letting go, Osamu Dazai's eyebrows faded, leaning against the door frame, he raised an eyebrow at Reiji Tsukishiro, "Go and see him."

Tsukishiro Reiji stopped turning the door, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, the metal doorknob turned out to be a bit scalding.

Before entering the door, he couldn't help but look back.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, shrouded in shadows, and the light blue color in his eyes traced a little depression.

……

One arm of Matsuda Jinpei was wrapped in a thick bandage. It was a bullet wound, and there were a few abrasions and bruises. The rest were fine.

When Reiji Tsukishiro came in, he was replying to a message with a serious expression on his face, it should be a matter of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Seeing Reiji Tsukishiro, Matsuda Jinhei's eyes lit up, he looked up and down, confirmed that the young man was not injured, and curled his mouth.

"It's fine."

There are several fruit baskets and bouquets on the bedside, with one or two drops of water rolling on the petals. It seems that the people who visited Matsuda Jinpei just left.

"How's the injury on the arm?" Tsukishiro Reiji sat down beside the hospital bed and asked worriedly.

"I didn't hurt my bones, and I recovered within a few days." Matsuda Jinping lightly ignored his wounds, "I watched the replay of the live broadcast, how could Osamu Dazai and the Metropolitan Police Department..."

He asked puzzledly, the ex-mafia and the Metropolitan Police Department couldn't fight each other, how could it be Dazai Osamu who took the lead in the suppression operation?

Tsukishiro Reiji heaved a sigh of relief, nodded, and then explained: "Dazai is a member of the Armed Detective Agency, and the president is Mr. Fukuzawa."

This thing is indeed a bit bizarre.

"That's it," Matsuda Zhenping replied, but he didn't think this was the whole answer in his heart.

His eyes slid across Tsukishiro Reiji's thinned cheeks and pale lips in just a few days... He sighed in his heart, didn't he know what the answer was?

The screen of the live broadcast appeared in front of his eyes, Dazai Osamu had a cold expression on his face, but his hand holding the person in his arms was extremely steady——

Seeing that Tsukishiro Reiji didn't seem to intend to bring up the text message, Matsuda Jinhei's eyes darkened, and he swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Is it a veiled refusal?

Keenly aware of Matsuda Jinpei's low spirits, Tsukishiro Reiji thought it was because of the wound, plus he was not a talkative person, so he didn't know whether he should ask the text message that he cared about now.

The atmosphere was stagnant, and Reiji Tsukishiro hesitated for a while, and asked about the matter he was most concerned about: "The surveillance of the Metropolitan Police Department building was destroyed, does anyone know that the post was sent by...?"

If the organization knows the source of the current situation, Matsuda Jinping is very likely to be in danger.

Not wanting to make the young man worry anymore, Matsuda Jinpei reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, and comforted him: "Not many, they are all credible people."

"Although the organization is not at the point of death and destruction, we still need to be more careful." Tsukishiro Reiji frowned and said euphemistically, "Besides, the current chaos in the Metropolitan Police Department does not take care of the formation for the time being..."

Matsuda Jinpei's slightly suppressed gaze made him gradually stop talking.

"Is Zhenping uncomfortable?" Tsukishiro Reiji's eyes were tinged with eagerness, and he was about to ring the bell when he stood up.

again...

Matsuda Jinpei ignored the indwelling needle, and suddenly raised his hand to hold Tsukishiro Reiji's wrist: "You..." Didn't you refuse? Why can you still express your concern as if nothing happened?

He closed his eyes, rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty, and suppressed the tightness in his chest.

Matsuda Jinpei let go of his hand irritably, seeing the heavy red marks on Tsukishiro Reiji's wrist, pursed his lips: "Sorry."

Reiji Tsukishiro ignored the burning sensation in his wrist, and pulled out the misplaced indwelling needle for him first.

Blood dripped inevitably, staining the sheets red.

"When you get angry, you get angry, and you get an extra injection on purpose. The police's physical fitness is really good." Tsukishiro Reiji seldom speaks with a gun and a stick. He is not angry with his friend's sudden emotions. mess.

Tsukishiro Reiji's brows and eyes no longer stretched, but Matsuda Jinpei recalled how sharp he was when they first met.

"A few days after being taken away by the organization, my mobile phone was lost again, and I can't be contacted for the past two days."

Tsukishiro Reiji said stiffly.

"Lost it again?" Matsuda Zhenping was taken aback and repeated.

So it's not a tactful rejection, but simply not seeing it?He suddenly felt amused.

Reiji Tsukishiro nodded, and continued: "I will keep an eye on the organization's movements for Jinping, and the hospital may not be safe."

Matsuda Jinpei felt a sense of relief from the bottom of his heart, pretending to have no intention of saying: "I sent you a message before, but it's not a big deal."

Seeing the corners of his eyes and brows come alive again, Reiji Yuecheng's anger disappeared quickly: "You can tell me now."

Zhen Ping specifically mentioned that it turned out to be a very important text message, and he had to find a way to get his phone back.

"We'll talk about it when we're discharged from the hospital." Matsuda Jinhei waved his hands, opened up the chatter box, and asked about what happened to Tsukishiro Reiji after he was taken away by the organization.

"There's not much useful information, I've been in a coma. It's Jinpei. I heard from Chief Kuroda that I've decided to transfer to the zero group, and I can finally take off the electronic shackles. It's a big event worth celebrating." Tsukishiro Reiji picked up the head of the bed fruit knife, said while peeling.

"Obviously I did this kind of thing for me from the beginning, why didn't you tell me?" Hearing his light voice, Matsuda Jinhei couldn't contain his emotions for a while, and asked.

He did everything on his own and avoided talking about it.Why can be so cruel?

The long apple peel was broken, Tsukishiro Reiji raised his eyes, and met Matsuda's eyes that were sinking.

"Because Zhenping will do the same, maybe even worse."

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and stuffed the peeled apple into the mouth of his exceptional friend today.

Matsuda Jinpei was gagged, filled with the fragrance of the apple, and took a bite in embarrassment.

"I'll go through the formalities, and then I'll come and see the balance." Tsukishiro Reiji wiped his knife and said.

Chewing an apple, Matsuda Jinpei didn't have time to say goodbye, the door of the ward opened with a creak, and then wobbled shut again.

Before the lock cylinder was buckled into the keyhole, in a thin gap, Matsuda Jinhei inadvertently swept across it, and happened to meet Dazai Osamu.

The end of Dazai Osamu's eyes slightly raised indifference, and Matsuda Jinhei did not miss the undercurrent surging in the opponent's eyes, as well as a touch of indiscernible coldness.

Unexpectedly, Matsuda Jinhei picked up the phone and clicked on the text message that had never been answered, let alone read it a second time.

Wait...numbers!

Matsuda Jinhei's pupils shrank, he sent the wrong number.

The old and new numbers both had the same note, and I didn't have time to tell them apart, so the text message was sent to Reiji Tsukishiro's previous mobile number.

Out of intuition, Matsuda Jinpei suddenly sketched out an absurd guess about the relationship between this matter and Osamu Dazai.

... For a long time, until the nurse made rounds and asked routinely.

"How is Mr. Matsuda feeling? Is there any discomfort?"

Matsuda Jinpei shook his head slowly as if waking up from a dream, "I'm fine."

Probably not too good.