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* The Suicidal Man and His Chicken and Mushroom Stew

*Please do not mind some settings

  "Dr. Yosano?" Nakajima Atsushi leaned over curiously and saw Yosano Akiko, a senior from the detective agency, squatting on the ground with gloves on, picking and choosing around a basket full of various strange mushrooms.

  Very busy. The boy watched as the mushrooms of various colors were quickly divided into two parts, one part was left in the basket, and the other part was thrown into the trash can without mercy.

  Noticing a surviving red mushroom in the basket, suddenly some bad memories flashed through Nakajima Atsushi's mind.

  "Uh, could it be that..."

  Yes, this is the result of a suicide enthusiast's hard work all night in the back mountain yesterday.

  "Don't just stand there and watch. Come and help." Yosano Akiko threw a pair of gloves at the boy as a matter of course, "Pick out the mushrooms with purple spots."

  "Ah! Okay..." He put on the gloves in a hurry. Although he didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, he was forced to join the mushroom screening team.

  "I'm back." After finishing his field work, Kunikida Dopo glanced at the busy corner and returned to his post as if nothing had happened.

  After completing his mission, Edogawa Ranpo immediately rushed to his throne, picked up some snacks and completely released his nature. Kabakaba chewed potato chips, "Another day of worry, Ms. Yosano."

  "Really? Sooner or later, I will kill that troublesome guy..." The doctor swore with gritted teeth, her eyes burning with rage.

  Nakajima Atsushi, who was squatting nearby, said that he didn't want to hear what was said after the oath.

  "By the way, why does Dr. Yosano do these things?" A blue mushroom slid between the boy's fingers.

  With Mr. Dazai's vitality as strong as that of a cockroach, it seems that nothing can defeat him. It's a vitality that is so strong that I can't even complain about it.

  "If you leave it alone, you might really die, that suicidal weirdo." Mr. Kunikida, who was originally thought to be paying no attention to this, suddenly joined the conversation.

  "That's true..." Nakajima Atsushi recalled the countless times he had waited by the river. As expected, although he always thought "If it was Mr. Dazai, nothing would happen", he still couldn't help but worry.

  Is it true that everyone in the detective agency is like this? Nakajima Atsushi smiled in a moved way.

  A pair of hands stopped the boy from throwing away the blue mushroom, which was so bright that it was terrifying.

  "Huh?"

  "This is a poisonous mushroom with a very strong hallucinogenic effect, Dun." A twisted smile climbed up the senior's cheek, and the kind-hearted boy felt a slight chill on his back.

  "Well, that's why we should..."

  Was decisively thrown into the safe zone.

  ...Throw it away.

  "Give that kid a taste of his own medicine."

  Women are so scary.

  "I'm back!" The energetic suicidal maniac carelessly pushed open the door of the detective agency.

  "You've been slacking off somewhere again. You're wasting equipment with this bandage!"

  "Nonsense, Kunikida-kun! I have completed my mission well! Look, look! This is a farm-raised hen given to me by the grandfather who commissioned me!"

  "Take it out now, Dazai! My floor!"

  "Ha ha......"

  In the setting sun, Mr. Kunikida was chasing the hens and Mr. Dazai was watching the show.

  A chicken feather fell on the little tiger's head.

  World famous paintings. The boy forced a smile.

  "Oh, yeah, I'll treat everyone to chicken stewed with mushrooms tonight!" The young man picked up the basket happily, "Eh? It seems to be a lot lighter now."

  "Atsushi-kun, did you steal my mushrooms?"

  "Huh?" How on earth did they connect to each other? This kind of thing!

  Staring at by eyes that had completely lost their luster, Nakajima Atsushi denied it again and again.

  "How is it possible, Mr. Dazai? After all, tigers are carnivores..." The boy, who didn't eat anything but still felt guilty, decided to tell the truth.

  "Actually, it's because—"

  The next second he was interrupted by a sudden raised voice.

  "Really? If that happens, the quantity won't be enough!" The young man angrily grabbed the hen that happened to fly over his head without even looking at it, picked up the mushroom basket and ran out.

  "Forget it! I'll eat it myself!"

  The action of catching the hen took no more than three seconds. Kunikida Dopo, who suddenly lost the object he was chasing, stood there in a mess in the wind, doubting his life, with three chicken feathers in his hand.

  How did they do that?

  "Hahaha, he escaped." The famous detective supported his head and chewed candy. It was unknown how long he watched with relish.

  "Escape? Mr. Dazai?" Nakajima Atsushi looked at the famous detective in confusion.

  "Dun is so slow."

  "Recall what you wanted to say just now, Dun."

  "I picked out all the poisonous mushrooms because I was concerned about Mr. Dazai."

  "That's it."

  "Huh?"

  Nakajima Atsushi was completely confused.

  "Well done, Adun." The doctor who had finished dealing with the garbage came over from behind and patted the boy on the head in a good mood.

  I still don't understand what I did.

  "Dazed Dazai——!"

  Kunikida Doppo finally reacted and let out the last roar of the day that resounded through the sky.