Ranpo finished his analysis and offered to keep quiet for a while. "Judging from your facial expression, something clicked into place. I'll test the boba for anything suspicious later. You can stuff the evidence in my locker for now." Dazai cheerfully thanked the detective as they hurriedly cleaned up. Quickly walking down the stairs, Dazai's phone chimed. 
Great Detective Equal to Heaven: This one's on me. Whatever your business is, let's all get crepes when it's over. 
Dazai smiled briefly, appreciating the sentiment and Ranpo's willingness to keep a lid on the issue for now. As if that insanely smart man didn't have at least half of the story figured out already. 
~Time Skip~
TW: vague-ish descriptions of corpses/autopsy processes. Also lots of needles.
It was currently midnight, and Dazai found himself breaking into another building full of illicit substances. Did that make this better or worse than the bar, since this one definitely had illegal products? Then again, he'd stolen from the bar, but wasn't intending to steal from the morgue unless it was necessary. If it weren't for the reality of the situation weighing on him like a mountain, he might have laughed at the absurd events of the last day. 
Someone trying to impersonate a stick-in-the-mud like Kunikida? 
What?? Are they some creepy fan or is this an attempt to get recruited? 
Atsushi's in trouble?
Well honestly when isn't he? Maybe I should have another little chat with Aktugawa.
Chuuya "died" but there wasn't a body? Sounds like someone was finally able to leave the Port Mafia. That drama queen better send a postcard, leave a message, or be at my apartment by the end of the year because dang it! I want to do more than sneak kisses in an alleyway or have our dates confined to a warehouse at 1 a.m.
I'm either going to kiss every red hair on that man's head or tear out every muscle fiber from Dostoevsky's body. 
No. Stay focused. I'm here to see a wolf about a human. … Or a ..dead man about his medical devices? Maybe? I don't know, I'm tired. Maybe I should have just broken the door after all…
With a click, the door finally unlocked. Dazai slipped inside and down the stairs leading to the morgue, hoping that he didn't have to disarm another three alarm systems. The absence of people made sense in retrospect. After all, why pay for a night shift when you can have an abundance of security systems during the night? Plus it would look a little suspicious for such small clinics to have night guards.
The lights were off, the place was utterly silent. Good. Dazai slipped down the hidden entrance and into the office area leading to the morgue itself. No fuss, no muss, no extra security. Huh, either the security systems he already disarmed were extremely effective (and/or lethal) or The Underground Morgue really wasn't guarded any more than a regular morgue. 
Dazai took out his phone and turned on the flashlight. The place would have been a chaotic mess during the day, if Samuels was still producing equipment. He could only imagine how much worse it'd be now that people weren't actively trying to move things out of the building. It was lucky he had turned on his flashlight before moving further into the building, otherwise he would have tripped over a, perfectly placed, bundle of breathing tubes and landed straight into a box of open acupuncture needles - sharp ends up of course. Well, that's certainly one way of deterring any thieves. Such sadists.
He shined his flashlight around the lobby a little more, slightly marveling at the veritable maze of medical equipment: a palette's worth of first aid kits blocked off the only flat wall without a door or window on it. The reception desk was overcrowded with jars of cotton swabs and boxes of disposable gloves. Meanwhile, the floor had a few gurneys loaded with expensive medical devices, and presiding over it all were tons of crutches precariously stacked like a toothpick bridge.