There's something wrong with my game

"...Why are there such boring people?"

After staring at the ":D" symbol for a long time, Ryo Ueno closed the dialog box.

Born in a peaceful society, ordinary students who just have to wait for their graduation results to choose a university do not understand why some people are so idle.

【Complete**: Don't be angry, I failed suicide. 】

[Complete **: It's not that I haven't tried it. The feeling of jumping into the river is barely tolerable, but the feeling of suffocation is not very comfortable. 】

Ryo Ueno: "..."

He watched the other party analyze the choice of suicide method with the attitude of talking about the weather today, and he was a little dazed.

Are all people in this world so abnormal?

It seems that this chat partner across the network cable is some people from the sheep organization...

No, it is still normal in the Central Plains.

[Complete **: It seems to be getting too far, would you sell me some toys to play with? 】

[Coolest: The toys I sell only have the function of self-defense, and have no other functions. 】

There are still government organizations in this world, although they seem to have little effect.

It's just that Ryo Ueno will not act rashly until he fully understands, and he will firmly hold anything that is too lethal.

【Eh?What a surprise. 】

[Selling this high-risk toy, but only for self-defense? 】

This kind of innocent demeanor reminded him of a person, someone who sometimes drank with him recently.

Osamu Dazai walked out of the corridor, it was almost time to get off work, and he was going home too.

Throwing his mobile phone into his pocket, his iris-colored eyes were cold.I didn't expect that besides Oda Sakunosuke, there is someone more incomprehensible and incredible than him.

This man has a lot to say.

[Coolest: Sorry, I still can’t sell it to you, suicidal tendencies are not very good]

【Coolest: If necessary, I will call the police for you】

Osamu Dazai, a reserve officer of the port mafia, glanced at this kind message.

"What?" He showed a troubled and helpless expression, "This person... is not normal, absolutely."

In this chaotic world, if you talk about helping people to call the police, don't you see what you are selling?

After all, does this inexplicable shopkeeper have common sense, something that everyone has?

Mr. Osamu Dazai, who takes suicide as his ultimate goal, does not feel that he is farther away from the definition of a normal person.

[Complete **: Well, thank you for your kindness~ Can the shopkeeper kid chat with me? 】

Not paying attention to the talkative customer, Ueno Ryo adjusted the product page again.

It didn't take him much effort to touch the black market. Of course, there are shops open on the surface, and the IP address is also heavily encrypted by No. [-].

Obviously, the level of technology in this world is not low, but No. [-] has also undergone many upgrades.

Its core computing system is not only the handwriting of Ryo Ueno alone, but also the King of Silver, and even the enhancement of the Dresden Slate.

The injury is slowly recovering, and Ueno Ryo spends most of his time at the base every day.

He saw Chuya Zhongyuan more than once.Every time the boy is in a hurry, he walks very quickly and in a hurry, his expression is not very good, it seems to be the same as his personality.

Ueno Ryo was in the room, and they could often be heard arguing.

It was Shirase, Yuxing and the others, and Nakahara Chuya.

Unlike Nakahara, who is grumpy and not very friendly, Shirase and the others are very popular in the base.

The only exception is the underage named Ueno who was brought back by Chuya Nakahara himself.

"Ueno, what are you thinking?" Yuxing stared at him.

The pink-haired girl moved a chair and sat in his room, looking over with dissatisfaction.

The black-haired boy sat on the bed with one leg bent, with multiple bandages on his body.

Ueno Ryo took a fruit knife and slowly peeled today's rationed fruit, without lifting his eyelids, "What do you think?"

"About our proposal to cooperate with the GSS," You Xing bit her lip and said, "We can't stand up to Hong Kong gangsters, and it's impossible for China to protect so many of us. We need to find a way."

"Let's all protest to Zhongye together, and he will listen to us."

It's very strange, every time I heard her say with a trusting smile, "Zhong also makes people feel safe", now she is also the one who denies it.

Port Mafia, Ryo Ueno has heard her describe the name many times.

Except for Chuya Nakahara and Ueno who arrived last, everyone in the base communicated with each other, and chatted happily with each other.

"I don't think much about it." Ueno Ryo was still focusing on peeling apples, "I think it's better to listen to Zhongyuan-kun's opinion."

He said this sincerely: "Mr. Zhongyuan is very protective of us, he must have his reasons."

The mobile phone placed by the bed vibrated many times, and Ueno Ryo glanced at it and ignored it.

You Xing was a little annoyed by his nonchalant attitude, "Do you think what Chuya said is right? Do you trust him so much? Are you his dog?"

"...?!!"

The black-haired judge raised his head and looked at Youxing with complicated and unspeakable eyes.

At first he didn't want to argue with the little girl who was a few years younger, but now he laughed angrily, "I'm a normal person, I know how to repay my kindness, and I don't have the hobby of being a dog."

Ueno Ryo originally wanted to say a few bad words, but he held back, but found that the thesaurus was in a hurry.

It is true that there are very few times when he is so angry that he wants to scold others. He has grown up in a peaceful society until now, and he rarely meets people like Youxing.

…After thinking about it for a long time, I could only think of such a harmless attack as "you are a turtle, bastard, bastard".

The eyes of No. [-] lying on the edge of the God Judge's pocket flickered, obediently acting as a soft doll pendant.

Youxing obviously also looked down on his lack of cooperation, "I knew you were not a gregarious person, and you looked down on us."

She stood up and said with a sneer, "Of course someone from a superior family knows who to please, right? The poor are not worth your attention, are they?"

He is obviously a boy, but he is paler than this girl, out of gregarious, picky, pampered.

Even if he is in such a state of desperation, he can't change some of the habits he has developed from a good life in the past.

Youxing couldn't tell, she just felt sensitively that both Chuya and Ueno had different backgrounds from them.

Seeing her leave after she finished her ruthless words, Ueno sat for a long time in a cold mood, and the apple in his hand was taken by No. [-].

The white-haired boy raised his finger, as if touching the judge's black hair in a soothing way.

It lowered its eyes, and those cold fingers, which could easily release laser light even though it had a human shape, could kill a local creature lightly peeled the apple without breaking the apple skin at all.

[The owner's mood value has dropped by 76.23%, and the S-level plan is about to be adopted. 】

"No, no need." Ueno Ryo regained his senses and stopped the humanoid weapon whose eyes had turned red.

He stayed here to get some information, and to see what he could do by the way.

In terms of business, there are actually quite a few. After all, the things they sell are all good products, and chaotic areas are more likely to generate business opportunities than peaceful societies.

"Make me a cup of ice cream."

The white-haired boy bent down to pack up the things his master had left behind, and accepted the order quietly.

The human cub is still very flattering, he can make a small cup of ice cream, and he can forget about the previous anger.

Ryo Ueno held the spoon in his mouth, only to realize that he did not reply to the news of "suicide friend".

It has been a long time since the other party came to his store to buy things for the first time. He is often harassed by the person opposite.

[Today I tried a new method of suicide, it was very painful and did not meet my expectations for suicide]

[I have read all the packaging files you sent me before, there is a very interesting sentence in it]

[What is the author's name?I want to read his book]

[It's lonely being left at home by your family, and it's sad not to be able to eat what you want. Is the coolest unwilling to talk to me? 】

[Coolest: ... didn't say no, what do you want to hear? 】

【Coolest: The address is the same as before, right?I made a new toy for you to play with]

【Really?You are such a good person, you are willing to listen to me talk about boring things]

Although he refused to send him something very lethal before, it doesn't matter if it is a small toy.

**, 15 years old this year, is a freshman in high school.

Left-behind children, autistic, unloved, bullied by classmates, and neglected by their parents for a long time, are truly pitiful and cannot be more pitiful.

This is what Ueno Ryo learned.

To some extent, Ueno Ryo is a relatively soft-hearted person.

When chatting, I will unconsciously take a persuasive tone, especially after knowing that the other party is a few years younger than myself.

I don't know where the other party came from so many weird ideas, but Ryo Ueno will try his best to reply to him when he is free.

...Barely can be regarded as able to communicate.

Osamu Dazai crouched on the box in the warehouse, with his head down, answering the message, with the game console on his lap.

Below him, there are rows of mafias wearing sunglasses standing neatly. They have just dealt with a group of rats who wanted to challenge the authority of Hong Kong gangsters.

"Ah—it's really boring."

Throwing the phone out indiscriminately, Osamu Dazai turned over and fell from the box neatly.

"How could there be such a stupid person who can know all the background in just a few words, even if there are doubts - it's so stupid that it's unbelievable. Is he born stupid?"

Wearing a Hong Kong and black professional three-piece suit, Osamu Dazai complained like a whimper.

Even ordinary people living in this environment should understand that defenselessness is something more difficult to deliver than a dead person.

Guangjin Liulang didn't speak, just smiled and listened to his complaints.

They had just dealt with a group of rats who dared to covet Hong Kong gangster goods, and they also got some key news from it.

There are also a few marbles specially delivered by the other party in the pocket, really like coaxing a child.

"Rats are related to GSS," Hirotsu said indifferently. "It happened more than once. It seems that some people are not very peaceful."

It wasn't long before Mori Ogai inherited the position of the previous leader, and it was indeed turbulent.

Picking the timing of this provocation is indeed a good idea for other thoughtful people, if it can be done.

Osamu Dazai groped for the marbles with his fingers for a while before raising his head.

"Business is endless," he grumbled softly. "That stupid guy looks cute by comparison."

"I will report this to Mr. Sen."

Osamu Dazai put one hand in his pocket, playing with the few marbles boredly.

How can you kill yourself with marbles?swallow it?If you can't think of a particularly suitable method, why not ask that guy... Forget it, he is really stupid.

Walking past Guangjin Liulang, the boy with slightly curly black hair spoke naturally.

"As for the GSS trying to cooperate with the Sheep Organization," he said in a soft but indifferent voice, "it's better to make a decision as soon as possible."

No one knows how he came to this inference, but no one will try to doubt it.

Because he is Osamu Dazai.

Ryo Ueno rummaged for a while before he found the passage marked by ** from the packaged document.

I thought I would die this winter, but recently I got a set of mouse-gray pinstriped linen kimonos, which are suitable for summer, so I'd better live until summer.

——"Late Years" Osamu Dazai

In a way, it's still very similar to the weirdest idea.

Ueno Ryo asked No. [-] to collect Dazai Osamu's anthology while checking the information.

The GSS part has been investigated almost, and there are not many supernatural beings, which are not his focus.

What he is curious about is Hong Kong black.

This part of the information is more difficult to get, and Ryo Ueno also obtained it in the black market.

The port mafia is a huge empire with amazing power. Before reading those materials, it was hard for him to imagine that such an organization really existed.

Although in the K-coordinate world, the barbarian organization led by Zhou Fangzun, the third king, is also this kind of organization.

However, Ryo Ueno knew from reading part of the information that the two are essentially different, and the port mafia is a more cruel and profit-oriented organization.

"The leader of Hong Kong gangsters..." Ryo Ueno clicked the mouse and turned to the next page of information.

"Mori Ogai?"

He was no stranger to this name, and even the black-haired boy who had memorized knowledge of literature and the like fell into a daze.

"No way, wait," Ueno Ryo suddenly realized, "Mori Ogai, Nakahara Chuya."

He looked at No. [-], feeling a bit difficult, "Help me buy news on the black market, and the search target is someone with a celebrity name with a high degree of coincidence."

"If it's good...this might be a wonderful parallel world."

So this can explain why ** can't find that sentence.

There may also be a Dazai Osamu with the same name in this world, but no matter who he is, he has not written such anthologies as "Disqualification in the World".

【Yes. 】

It was already late, Ueno Ryo yawned, cut through the space, and returned to Honmaru to sleep.

His relationship with the swords... is better than before, and he usually returns to Honmaru to rest more often.

In terms of the strategy of boiling frogs in warm water, Ryo Ueno still feels that the living conditions of Honmaru are much more comfortable than that of the sheep organization.

"The wound on the general's body has healed better than before, and there is no serious problem."

"Well, I just need to cover it up. The current identity is still inconvenient, and I need to collect information."

Daojian, who was wearing a white coat, knelt down on one knee quite naturally, helping his lord to wrap the bandage on his wrist.

He knelt before the lord.It was much shorter than him, and the master directly stretched out his hand and let him fiddle with it.

Yaken directly turned his head to the side, biting off the last bit of bandage that was wrapped around him.

After checking the degree of healing of the bruises on the Lord's body, he pushed down his glasses, "Everyone wants to know when the general will call us out."

The deep purple eyes are indifferent and cold, and the sword Fusangshen is like a dark knife restrained——

It's just like it.

Although a potion that can stop the dark fall has been researched, the complete reverse process is still under study.

All the current Sword Fusangshen are still at the original depth of dark fall, including Mikazuki Zongjin.

With the title of "Law of Space", Ryo Ueno rarely uses it.

He has always been in awe of supernatural power, and he will not abuse it. Anyway, he tries his best to do what he can do by himself.

"The general also saw it before." Yao Yan stood up and bent slightly, "It's GSS, the name, right?"

When he returned to Honmaru with a bandage all over, the fusangshen in Honmaru... all exploded.

The weak, pitiful and helpless interrogator can use the speed of time to hide his parents and friends, but he cannot hide it from Honmaru.

Except for that time in Konoha, the Lord has not been embarrassed or injured for a long time.

Ueno was born in a peaceful society. He is afraid of suffering, tiredness and pain. It is just the reaction of ordinary people. The swordsmen in this pill all know the character of the master.

It is precisely because he knows that in Honmaru, the Lord does not need to do anything.

As long as he can do what he wants to do and be a salted fish happily, it will be fine.

"It was also an accident. It was rejected by the will of the world, although it has no self-awareness."

Ueno Ryo sat obediently and was scolded, and argued hard, "At present, there should be no problem, my luck is still good."

"I met someone who was nice, lovely, a nice guy anyway."

"Really, there are so many linkage positions, the Lord seems to be..."

Yaken Toshiro packed the medicine box and paused, "According to the forum, is this called stamp collecting?"

"...Yakuken," Ueno Ryoyu said earnestly, "If you have nothing to do, it's better to visit some forums less."

It is teaching you some strange knowledge.