Yokohama old father writes book daily

Luanbu was full, and left with a smile on his happy belly.If he was a little fatter, he would probably look like a little fuwa.

Oda Sakunosuke waited in the couple's Zenzai, and soon unexpectedly and reasonably met an old acquaintance.

His one-sided old acquaintance - Ango Sakaguchi.

Under the warm lighting of the couple Zenzai, Ango Sakaguchi's receding hairline looks more striking and more bleak, and the dark blue under his eyes is very serious, a sad posture that will die suddenly soon.

"Hi, I'm Ango Sakaguchi." The scholar-like man with a dead face extended his hand.

"I'm Oda Sakunosuke." The red-haired man shook hands carefully, fearing that the person in front of him would die on the spot.

Probably because the expression of worry was too explicit, Ango Sakaguchi gave a "tsk", took out a tube of refreshing medicine from his pocket, opened it skillfully, and poured it into his mouth.

"That's all," he said, looking nonchalant.

The red-haired man was in awe: "Ango, you have worked hard."

"Do we know each other that well..."

Ango Sakaguchi muttered something in a low voice, and then got straight to the point: "This store has been temporarily transformed into a safe area, but the time is limited, so I will make a long story short. Mr. Oda, there is a blank [book] in Yokohama, which is in The [book] of miracles that can be realized as long as the rationality is satisfied after writing on it, it was originally in a sealed state, but it suddenly disappeared more than three years ago."

"More than three years..." the red-haired man subconsciously repeated.

It's such a coincidence, isn't it?The time point when my memory went wrong was just over three years in this world.

Ango Sakaguchi said in a deep voice: "People from other worlds keep appearing in Yokohama, starting from the moment [book] disappeared. We have reason to suspect that [book] has been maintaining the origin of this world. And for more than three years, the world Cracks have appeared in the barriers of the country, and it will become more and more serious in the future.”

He paused, and then said: "According to a reasonable inference, it can be considered that the world we live in is losing stability, like a sailboat in a raging wave, it may be destroyed at any time."

The red-haired man felt his heart beating violently.

This kind of conceptual thing actually sounds very broad, and he shouldn't have any special feelings, just like he never understands dog blood romance dramas.

However, an invisible voice told him: This is how this world is.

A chill penetrated deeply into his brain, causing the blood in his whole body to boil.

Ango Sakaguchi looked at the red-haired man inquisitively: "Mr. Oda, I was ordered to ask you about the situation in the other world, but before that, I have a personal question, and I hope you can clarify it for me."

"go ahead."

"Do you think there is such a possibility that the [book] was taken away by the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, Osamu Dazai, whose purpose is to destroy the world."

A shadow that was bigger than the emotion just now and was as sharp as a thorn fell towards the heart of the red-haired man.

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"Boss, Mr. Shi Tou brought it here." A member of the Hong Kong gangster respectfully reported.

Osamu Dazai, who was sitting behind the desk in a daze, immediately replied: "Please come in."

So a man dressed like a woodcutter with long hair in a strange shape walked into the chief's office with an unhappy face.

As if concealing his anger, he looked around at the decoration of the office, but he deliberately didn't look directly at Osamu Dazai, and said coldly: "Aren't there even windows? It's pitch black on all sides, it really looks like a mouse's burrow. "

"Presumptuous!" Zhongyuan Zhong was also angry.

Osamu Dazai hurriedly comforted him: "Don't get excited, Chuya, we investigated Mr. Shitou's temper before inviting him here, and this time we are going to discuss serious matters with Mr. Shitou. If you do this, Chuya, the negotiation will fail. "

Zhong Yuanzhong also curled his lips, and took two steps back with a displeased face, which meant: "You guys talk, I won't say a word."

But the guests who were treated with courtesy by the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong didn't appreciate it at all, and raised an eyebrow: "I don't think a literary agency can negotiate anything with the gangsters in Hong Kong, and help you write soft articles touting the black world?"

These words were too offensive, but Osamu Dazai just smiled kindly: "Please don't say that, Mr. Shito, what is there to brag about in the mouse's crypt? It is full of rancid smell, if Put it in the sun, and anyone who sees it will run away.”

If someone thinks that a simple verbal attack can offend the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong, they are very wrong.

In the darkness, despite his slender appearance, the man like a king in the darkness can make people break out in a cold sweat with the aura of the darkness of King's Landing.

Mr. Shi Tou, who was invited to be a guest today, forcibly straightened his waist, so that he didn't bow his head in sweat under such arrogance.

Because the Hong Kong gangster leader's self-defense words were too harsh, Shi Tou couldn't think of a more harsh line for a while, and also felt uneasy because of the other party's inexplicable self-defense, he opened his mouth and could only spit out a question: "Is that so? For what?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head to the secretary and said, "Xiaoyin, please give it to him."

The capable female secretary immediately picked up a document bag with both hands and passed it to Shi Tou.

"This is the manuscript of the book." Osamu Dazai smiled, "Well, of course I didn't write it. After all, I am a leader. I am so busy that I don't have the energy to write a book. This is actually written by my friend. You can trouble Butterfly. Does literature help publish it?"

Shi Tou took the document bag and weighed the weight of his feelings: "We don't just have a pile of written paper and publish it. Do you think publishing is just a joke?"

Osamu Dazai stopped laughing, he leaned forward, and the uneasy temperament became more prominent: "Mr. Shi Tou, you haven't opened it yet, so it's too sad to make a judgment like this."

There was cold sweat on Shi Tou's forehead, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent, unwilling to bow his head in front of this dangerous Hong Kong black leader.

The office was quiet for a while, Dazai suddenly leaned back into the back of the chair, and his expression became light again.

"Okay, Mr. Shi Tou, don't be so nervous. Of course, I have some knowledge about butterfly literature, and I think the quality of this manuscript meets the requirements, so I invited you here as the receiving editor."

Osamu Dazai folded one leg on top of the other, and changed into a comfortable and relaxed posture: "Butterfly Literature was established two years ago with only a few members, but it only took half a year to gain a foothold in Yokohama. Development, generally prefers short stories that are close to life and full of interest, but has also published philosophical fantasies that explore good and evil, and is an innovative literary agency with ideas and pursuits."

Shi Tou was silent for a while, then said dryly, "It's rare for a big man like you to remember such meaningless trivial things."

"It's not a trivial matter, I also remember the industry's evaluation of you, Mr. Shi Tou.

"They all said that you are a cold person, you always only do what you are supposed to do, even if one day you meet a kitten that is about to starve to death on the road, you will never feel pity and help.

"You always emphasize the 'chosen one', if an author is judged as 'not selected' by you, you will reject all the manuscripts of this author, even if you will miss a lot of opportunities.

"Actually, I personally think that you want everyone to hate you, and you want to punish yourself in this way. Because you have a guilty conscience, and for your missing brother—"

"Stop talking!" Shi Tou's face was full of offended anger.

His veins were bulging, his eyes were about to burst, and he completely overcame his fear of the Hong Kong gang leader. He stepped forward and grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar, and hissed, "My private affairs have nothing to do with you!"

"That's good." Osamu Dazai nodded flatly, and raised his hand unhurriedly to put it on Shi Tou's wrist.

I don't know what ingenuity was used, but I easily helped the collar get rid of the shackles.

There is neither wind nor sea in those iris eyes that seem to see everything: "I really want to say only one sentence: 'The author of this manuscript I handed to you is a chosen one, He is destined to become a famous writer, I just want to ask Butterfly Literature to speed up the process a little bit, because I am in a hurry.' Anyway, thank you."

When Shi Tou walked out of the Ganghei Building, he was still in a daze. He thought it was because the inside of the building was too dark, and it was sunny outside at noon, which caused eye discomfort.

The sun fell on his long hair, warming his cold and stiff body all of a sudden.

He picked up the file bag, weighed it again, and wanted to throw it into the trash can next to him for a moment, but he restrained it in the end.He was no longer a child who could do whatever he wanted.

The words of the leader of Hong Kong and black circled in his mind like a curse.

"Selected", "ashamed", "brother"... the sound sounded like a steel nail was hammered into his heart with a hammer.

At first, when people from Hong Kong and black appeared, he thought they wanted to collect protection fees, but after talking with him, he learned that he wanted to cooperate with Butterfly Literature.

A big organization in the dark cooperating with a small literary society in the sun?As if joking.

He wouldn't believe it at all, but people from Hong Kong and Heilongjiang were blocking the door, and they always wanted to take someone away on business, so he volunteered to go, and wondered if he would not be able to return alive.

In fact, he can accept it even if he dies. After all, his current life is an extra second life, and he should have died a long time ago.

But I never expected that Hong Kong and black seemed to be playing for real.

Destined to be a famous writer?He didn't believe it.

Far away, before reaching the small building of Butterfly Literature, an extremely beautiful woman with an expressionless face greeted her: "Ichiro is back? This way."

Shi Tou hurried over: "Mrs. Qin Ye, why did you come out? You are not in good health, so you can't move around."

"I don't have any bad health. Kanae told you, she just worried too much about me." When she said this, the woman's tone was soft and faint, like a person who had lost her soul people.

How could Shi Tou believe it? Instead, he reached out to help: "Master Kanae only said that you need to rest, and I think so too."

"I need to rest... Actually, I think I'm not in good spirits, but I can't help it. After all, I even lost my own child." The woman explained in a ghostly voice.

Shi Tou couldn't answer these words, so he had no choice but to take the initiative to bring up something he didn't want to mention: "Mrs. Qin Ye came out to look for me because she was worried about me? Do you know that I was taken to Hong Kong?"

"Well, everyone says it's the biggest firm in Yokohama, and they're trying to poach you."

"Uh...that's not true. They only gave me a manuscript, which they said was written by someone who was destined to become a famous writer."

"Well, then take it and watch it with Kanae."

"Yes, Mrs. Qin Ye."

The two returned to the small building of Butterfly Literature together.

It was a small building with two floors, with a wooden "Butterfly Literature" plaque hanging on it, and several wisterias were planted at the door. The overall appearance was very beautiful and full of ancient charm.

This was created by the founder of Butterfly Literature, Butterfly Kanae, who led a handful of people in two years, working hard from scratch.

The two walked through the office area on the first floor, nodded to the employees who were busy proofreading manuscripts, and then went up to the second floor through some narrow stairs, passed through the shoji door, and entered a quiet and refreshing Japanese room.

Butterfly Kanae, who was thinking about something, raised her head and showed a warm and gentle smile to the two people who came: "Oh, oh, Ichiro is back, I thought Ichiro was tired of staying here and planned to join the bigger The firm worked hard."

"That's not it!" Shi Tou was embarrassed by the words, and he also knew that he ran away with the Hong Kong gangsters without making a sound. This matter was not done well enough, and it made everyone worry for nothing, so he lowered his head awkwardly No more talking.

Butterfly Chanae smiled gently and shook her head: "Actually, I was thinking about coming to the door with a knife to ask for someone, but I also felt that Ichiro was definitely not the kind of kid to worry about, so I waited here, what? Neither did."

Shi Tou immediately raised his head: "Master Kanae, I was wrong!"

"Hmm~ Isn't this good? Ichiro should keep his head up and his chest up in the future. It's not cute to always look preoccupied." Butterfly Kanae tilted her head with a smile.

She has a pair of gentle light purple eyes, she looks very gentle when she is not smiling, and even more gentle when she smiles, the whole literature club is overwhelmed by it.

Everyone is definitely not fascinated by the beauty, but by the powerful gentleness that seems to be able to protect everything.

Butterfly Chana Hui is wearing a brightly colored butterfly feather weaving, her long black hair is very soft, and there is a beautiful butterfly hairpin on the left and right. Even if she just sits still, she looks like a butterfly fairy.

It is often said that she turns into a butterfly when she is alone, and only reveals her human disguise when others are looking for her.

She tilted her head and looked at Qin Ye again: "Oh, oh, Qin Ye's complexion is much better today than yesterday, won't it be completely recovered soon? I have been looking forward to Qin Ye's Smile, because Qin Ye is born with a face suitable for laughing happily."

The ghost-like Kotoba blinked, and seemed to be talking to herself in an empty valley: "I may... I won't be able to laugh anymore, because I lost my lovely Inosuke."

"It's better for Kotoba not to blame yourself so much. I know you left him to protect Inosuke, and he won't blame you. Well, Ichiro, the file bag in your hand was brought back from Hong Kong ?"

"Ah, yes." Shi Tou suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately presented the file bag with both hands. "I haven't opened it yet, there may be some dangerous goods inside."

But without waiting for him to remind a few more words, Butterfly Kanae had already happily opened the file bag.

Inside is a stack of photocopied manuscripts, and there are no dangerous goods at all.

"Let's read together~" Butterfly Fairy suggested with a smile and stretched out her index finger.

After half an hour.

Shi Tou re-read the last paragraph twice, and reluctantly showed a somewhat dull expression: "Mmm..."

He couldn't say anything critical.

In fact, in all fairness, the content of the manuscript is indeed in line with the style of their literary club, and it seems reasonable to even be ranked among the top three manuscripts received by the literary club every year.

Butterfly Literature is still a very small literary agency, and the sum of all the manuscripts received is less than a fraction of those of the big literary agencies, but even so, it is not easy for a manuscript to stand out.

"Since the quality of the manuscript is already good, why don't you just submit it to us according to the normal process? Why call me to threaten you." Shi Tou thought about it and became more and more angry.

Butterfly Chana Hui smiled and comforted him: "Didn't that unknown Hong Kong black leader tell you? I hope it can be in a hurry and the author will become famous as soon as possible, so I called you over eagerly. In fact, I didn't intend to provoke you. angry."

"Why do you think of others so well?" Shi Tou muttered unhappily, but did not refute.

He couldn't point to the manuscript against his will and insist that there was something wrong with it, and even subconsciously recalled the term "chosen".

Perhaps the author was born to write books.

It's just that even if this manuscript is not bad, it's far from being number one in the world. At least one shortcoming is very obvious——

"It seems that I haven't finished writing." Qin Ye said slowly.

This is exactly what Shi Tou wanted to say.

Butterfly Kanae smiled and nodded: "It seems so, let me see the author's name, um, Sakunosuke Oda, but he didn't write the contact information, oops, oops, this is a bit difficult."

She approached Shitou with a smile, raised her hand and patted Shitou on the shoulder: "Can Ichiro trouble you to try to find him? It would be great if I can get in touch and ask for the following content ~ I am very happy I want to see the experience of the couple behind."

"I see." Shi Tou said, "I'll go to a detective agency and entrust the search."

He left immediately after speaking.

Reluctantly, he'll do the job anyway.This is not only out of respect and love for Kanae-sama, but also out of a secret feeling of sympathy.

Everyone gathered in Butterfly Literature has lost an important relative, and it is this commonality that brings everyone together.

The same goes for Kanae-sama.