In order to survive, I do many jobs

The heart of Osamu Dazai, the needle under the sea.

I looked at this naive ghost who turned his back and swept away all the quilts, and fell into deep doubts.

What's wrong?What's wrong with my story?I carefully recalled my way of narration, from the beginning to the end, the twists and turns, the precise steps, no need to modify, and I can get bursts of applause directly from the stage of last year's meeting, which is worthy of my status as a top-notch cross talk player.

"Mr. Dazai?" I reached out and poked the back of the unknown creature, "Giving me some quilt, I'm going to freeze to death."

Osamu Dazai lifted half of the quilt silently, still turned his back to the wall and refused to look at me, leaving only the back of my head disheveled.

I opened the corner of the quilt and got in. There was such a big tatami mat that the two of us insisted on squeezing into a corner. I pressed my forehead against his back and secretly reached out to scratch Dazai's itchy flesh.

"..." Osamu Dazai grabbed my hand silently and tied it to his chest. I hugged his waist and asked lazily, "Why are you angry? You didn't want to listen to the story Is it? You didn’t listen to the conic section after talking about it, and now you’re losing your temper with me.”

I didn't even finish the beginning, he covered my mouth angrily, turned his back on himself and sulked.

"Won't Qianye reflect on himself?" Osamu Dazai squeezed my fingers in the dark to play, "You lie on my bed and tell me stories about you and other men, don't you think it's too much?"

"I don't think so." I said confidently, "What an obvious mutual hurt relationship between me and Tiaoye Caiju, every punctuation mark is full of persecution against him, I am sharing my happiness with you. "

In the year of the hound devil training, half of the motivation that supported me to persevere was to hang up the wild chrysanthemum after I finished my studies.Hatred is the best catalyst for people to forge ahead, and every cross talk joke contains my history of blood and tears.

"Is Mr. Dazai jealous?" I blew into his ear maliciously, the cold jade earlobe was quickly dyed red, and he looked cute, "I don't believe it, you know that no one can compare to you place in my heart."

"If you want something, I prefer you to say it directly rather than using this method."

"Have you been seen through?" Osamu Dazai turned around and pressed his forehead against mine, there was no trace of anger in his eyes, and there was a clear smile, "Qianye really understands me, so, have you thought about how to compensate me?"

"Hmm..." I fell into deep thought, indifferent to Osamu Dazai's bright hint, and even covered my mouth and yawned, "I'm so sleepy, I can't think, I'm going to sleep first, let's talk about it tomorrow."

This loop after loop routine, am I the kind of fool who steps into the pit and sells himself?I have always been the only one who has been playing tricks on others, and no one else has been playing tricks on me.

Innocent man, the welfare that comes to your door will not be cherished. The duel between us has just begun. You want me to raise the white flag directly. You think too much.Wouldn't it be better to have less routine and more sincerity in the communication between people?I want to correct your bad habits.

"Hey—how can this be?" Osamu Dazai quit, he reached out and grabbed my shoulder and shook it desperately, "Don't pretend to be asleep, Qianye-chan! Get up!"

He is the one who ignores people first, and he is the one who wants to play tricks. How can he do this?

"I'm already asleep zzzzz" I closed my eyes and talked in my sleep, patted Dazai Osamu on the back casually, "Okay, oh, go to sleep."

"...I will write it down in a small notebook, Qianye." Unable to wake up a person who was pretending to be asleep, Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue unhappily, hugged the person in his arms unwillingly, and moved his chin Buried on top of my head, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Remember it, remember it, don't worry if you have too much debt.I thought deeply, wrapped myself in a warm embrace, and gradually fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

The city has already slept peacefully, and the guests from afar have stayed up all night.Darkness enveloped the horizon, and at the end where the water and the sky intersected, a cruise ship broke through the water and came through the waves like a bayonet. At the same time, a huge airship in the sky pierced through the clouds and drove alongside the cruise ship.

The blond man standing on the deck of the airship had light wrinkles under his eyes, and his elegant suit was rattling in the cold wind; the tall man who slowly crawled out of the sea turned his tentacles into hands and scratched Walking back to the room with one arm, "So sleepy, so itchy..."

Ellen Poe, who was squatting in the room and writing all night, put Carl the raccoon on his head, and the pen made a rustling sound on the white paper, "Mr. Ranbu! We have prepared the ultimate weapon to fight you! Let's challenge you!"

Karl squeaked twice, then used his paws to scratch the master's thick hair, and took off a few fallen hairs.

The flowing strands of hair fell from the air, twisted and twisted, and landed on the back of the hand that was writing frantically on the table.

"Carl!" Edgar Allan Poe gasped. He stroked his hair tremblingly, looked at the dark circles on his face in the reflection of the pen, and recalled that man's enthusiasm for hair care products Sales... He silently put down his pen and decided to wash up and sleep as soon as possible.

Although the duel with Mr. Ranpo is important, the challenger also has dignity!He must not bring a bald head to meet his lifelong enemy!

"Chirp, chirp." In the early morning, the plump little sparrow flapped its wings against the window, and the sun shone on the tatami through the gap between the two curtains. The song breaks the drowsiness.

"Whose cell phone is ringing..." I muttered and stretched out my hand to grope beside the pillow. I couldn't tell the difference between Dazai Osamu's cell phone ringtone and I could only close my eyes and feel like a blind man on the tatami mat.

It is quite easy to distinguish Osamu Dazai from my mobile phone. He is a clamshell phone that was popular in the last century, and I am a touch-screen phone, which perfectly reflects the technological differences between native Yokohama people and overseas returnees.

I finally touched the little thing that made the noise. I glanced sideways at the incoming call notification on the handheld in my hand, and threw it into Osamu Dazai's arms, "Mr. Kunikida's phone, Mr. Dazai, are you late for work?"

Everyone who works as a partner with Osamu Dazai cannot escape the fate of being released. The difference is that Mr. Kunikida will only call and verbally urge him, while Mr. Nakaya will kick open the door of Osamu Dazai's house and beat him from the bed into the wall.

I appreciate Mr. Chuya's style, but it costs a lot of money to fix a cadre's house. After three years of sewing and mending, the Hong Kong black wind review was once again victimized.

"Hey..." Osamu Dazai scratched the phone screen sleepily, and spoke in a nasal voice, "Kunikida-kun~ I'm sick, so I'm asking you to do today's work..."

"Come to the detective agency, Dazai, something has happened." Kunikida Doppo's voice was deep, calm and anxious, "Kenji is missing."

"What's going on?" Osamu Dazai opened his clear eyes. He listened to Kunikida Doppo with his mobile phone between his fingers, while putting on his clothes. kiss.

I lay on the bed watching him, Osamu Dazai's body just blocked the disturbing sunlight, I stretched in his shadow, rolled lazily, and stretched my limbs like a cat.

After the promotion and salary increase, I am more fishy than when I was a small employee. I don’t have a job today, but I have a big thing to do.

I lay on my side under the quilt and saw that my cohabitant looked like he was going out in a hurry after receiving the call. I propped up half of my body curiously, and asked him, "Hurrying... what happened?"

Hong Kong gangsters went to the detective agency?Not really, although the Armed Detective Agency has a small number of people, basically all of them are good at fighting. Osamu Dazai is not a fighting school, so asking him to fight is not a gift?

Although Osamu Dazai moved quickly, he didn't seem very anxious. While dealing with the colleague on the phone with "hmm", he handed me the tie and lowered his head to let me tie it for him.

People in the other world seldom easily expose their fragile necks to others, and high-quality ties have always been used as a tool for killing people.At any time, as long as I exert a little force, Osamu Dazai will disappear and wither like a broken flower.

The voice on the other end of the phone came through the signal, I leaned over and wrapped the tie around Osamu Dazai's neck, and listened to Kunikida Doppo's narration intermittently along the way, my eyes gradually changed from curious to speechless.

The crisis of the detective agency that Mr. Kunikida said is simply: My godfather, Mr. Fitzgerald, came to the door with a box of banknotes, and wanted to buy the entire armed detective agency. His behavior can be compared to "give you 500 Billion, leave my son" wealthy mother-in-law.

As soon as the banknotes come out, who will fight? Based on my understanding of this big money-spending tycoon, he must be arrogant and stinky when he takes out the cash box. It is full of the contempt and conceit of rich people for beating workers. Aligned with the sky, the jaw raised in a standard 90° arc, just short of writing "Lao Tzu is the villain of this movie" written on his face.

Come on, Mr. Fitzgerald!Where did your gentlemanly demeanor and mature man's charm go?Although a local tyrant is rich, he is a local!Money can indeed solve most of the world's problems, but Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi is a noble man who will not be corrupted by money.

The most important thing is, if he wants the special ability opening license of the Armed Detective Agency, why doesn't he come to me?I can also issue that certificate. What is Mr. Fitzgerald's misunderstanding of my authority?Is it because I am lonely when I get promoted and get rich? Although I am always on the road of part-time jobs, I am not a powerless wage earner. Please respect my status as a king!

"Humans are creatures that like to go around in circles." I let go of the two ends of the tie and folded the collar for Osamu Dazai, "Did Mr. Fitzgerald not tell me when he came here? I will take him to the Internet celebrity to check in and take selfies." I have come here, but I have to buy some souvenirs before leaving.

Uh, no, he seems to have told me, but because I was too busy chatting with Jungle, real wine and fake wine, basketball players and tennis players, mackerel boy, and all kinds of amazing netizens yesterday, he sent it alone The sentence "Are you there?" was completely ignored by me.

Don't ask me if I'm here, I have to decide whether I'm free now based on the content you send, please respect the social rules of adults.

"Kenji disappeared when the people who sent the Guild away, does Qianye know whose supernatural power it is?" Dazai Osamu was wearing only a black vest on his upper body, and was standing by the window changing bandages.

He bit one end of the bandage, and the white cloth was wrapped around his tight forearm, gradually tightening with the pulling force, showing a full sense of strength.

My gaze rested on his arm for two seconds, and I replied, "Did Mr. Kunikida see a girl with red hair? She has the ability to make people disappear out of thin air, but the way to break free is very simple." .”

"That is to say, Kenji is not in danger?" Osamu Dazai draped his windbreaker over his shoulders to cover the bandages wrapped around his arms. He took out a sandwich to-go from the refrigerator and asked before leaving, "Qianye and I Are you going to a detective agency?"

"No, I'm going to Moby Dick." I pointed to the top of my head, "There are at least two fortresses in the Guild, the Moby Dick in the sky and the Zelda in the sea. My boss likes the feeling of standing at the highest point overlooking everything."

"Also, Mr. Dazai, pay attention to the civilian staff of the detective agency." I reminded, "It's best to send them to a safe house where no one knows."

The remaining things are not of much concern to me, and I don't have time to care about them, because I have an important thing to do!

"Mr. Po, here I come!" I slammed my hands on the table with excitement, "I rejected all the arrangements, and before this matter is completed, I swear that I will never step out of the white whale!"

"Me too!" Poe was more excited than I was. He frantically cleaned up the desk full of manuscript papers to make room for me. I hugged my beloved laptop and rubbed my hands.

"Jie Jie Jie, detective boy must never have imagined that we are so advancing with the times." I opened the software on the home page, a software whose icon was a bald egg, and the words "Bald Boy Detective Series Custom Text System" jumped out of the screen, and a burst of The demonic aura of domineering rushed towards his face.

That's right!For Po-kun and I who stand out from the crowd in the field of bald boys, it is too small to underestimate Mr. Ranpo with only reasoning stories.If you are a man, just come and play with the bald boy, let alone yourself.

"My plan is like this." Mr. Poe took out his ability book, "Let Ranbu-jun decrypt our location through the game first, and then use my [The Black Cat of the Rue Morgue] to absorb him into the alien. Energy space, one ring and one ring, give Ranbu-jun a different game experience."

"The plan is very good, but Mr. Po, why did Mr. Ranpo accept your challenge?" I asked casually as I created a new document and started modeling, "Did you seduce him with a year's worth of dim sum?"

"Hey, I, I have better bait." Ellen Poe coughed twice, and the guilt of being a boy for the first time made him talk about him, "Has Qianye thought about the story background of the game?"

"Of course." I showed him the screen confidently, "Mr. Poe, you have to know that Mr. Ranpo is a very, very smart person. As a man with a script in his hand, even if we give him the only way to clear the game He may also know your location through other channels. If the game is not attractive enough, Mr. Ranpo might just get stuck and skip this link.”

Because I still can't attack Ms. Quanzi, the progress of Mr. Ranpo's bald boy has never progressed. I strongly suspect that he has regressed. After all, Detective Boy doesn't seem to be a galgame lover.

Therefore, in order to make Mr. Ranpo have a strong desire to finish the game, I specially designed a different game for him.

"This is the protagonist of our game, an old father with a single child." I took out the model of the soul painter, the Q version of the silver-haired man with furry wolf ears, holding a small samurai - Dao, looking seriously at Poe off-screen.

"Isn't this..." the president of the Armed Detective Agency?Edgar Allan Poe looked into my terribly excited eyes and silently swallowed the question in his mouth.

"The content of the game is very simple. Players can get a small dried fish every time they solve a puzzle, and they can get close to the cat's nest by collecting ten small dried fish. Until the player solves all the puzzles, we can The protagonist of the book successfully got the cat."

Edgar Allan Poe was puzzled: Why would Mr. Ranpo willingly play such a simple and repetitive game for the mentally retarded?

Heh heh heh, good question, this is exactly the misunderstanding of human nature and emotion, and it also involves complex behavioral psychology, let me tell you the mystery of it.

"The addictive nature of games is exactly: you can get things in the game that you can't get in reality." For example, in the game, I am fearless on 28 boats, and others will only be surprised by me when they hear about it. It's admiration, but if it is replaced by reality, the only thing waiting for me is the front page headline of the legal channel.

"This gentleman, our hero, has always had a dream," I said, covering my heart, in a generous voice, "that is—that the cute cat can take a small cat from his hand." Dried fish."

That's right, it sounds really humble. A samurai with serious eyes and fierce eyes can cure a child's night crying. His biggest dream in life is to have a good cat once.As a cat lover but hates the cat system, it is really too miserable. All the cat cafes in Yokohama declined his entry. What a sad story!

"Although Mr. Ranpo is very smart and difficult to deal with, but he and Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi have a very deep father-son relationship. In order for Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi, even if it is just a fake Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi, to get his beloved cat, even No matter how mentally handicapped this game is, he will continue to play it.”

I am very sure, "But Mr. Poe, an excellent game designer must understand one truth: a game without reversal cannot leave deep marks in the hearts of players! We must not simply let Mr. Ranpo get what he wants willing."

"...What do you want?" Ellen Poe was dazed by my nonsensical words, and he failed to detect the danger signal that I was going to cause trouble. He missed the last chance to avoid angering Edogawa Ranpo .

"It's very simple. I'll lend you a beautiful photo of Carl." I stretched my claws towards the little raccoon who was eating an apple piece, "The little panda is also a cat, so it's not a fraud."

"Wait!" Poe finally came to his senses, "When Mr. Ranpo finished playing this mentally retarded and lengthy game, and finally let the chief detective get a cat, the one who came out of the cat's nest was not a cat, but a cat." Is it the little raccoon? Isn't this deceiving his feelings?"

Don't underestimate cat control's obsession with cats!The little raccoon is not a cat family but a bear family. There is a lot of difference between them, right?Just like although sweet tofu nao and salty tofu nao are both tofu nao, for consumers, merchants who deliberately mistake the taste will never be forgiven even if they apologize!

Mr. Ranpo will go berserk, absolutely will!

"Almost, just a little bit less." I waved my hand perfunctorily, "Anyway, the person who will face Mr. Ranpo who ran away in the future is Mr. Po, and it's none of my business."

"...You spoke out what was in your heart." Poe looked at me quietly, and I could see his eyes accusing the scumbag through his thick bangs.

He is still too young, do you think I will feel guilty?Innocent.

"Mr. Po, I'm doing it for your own good." I patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Have you ever heard a saying? Hate lasts longer than love. If you don't provoke a big one, how can Mr. Ranpo be so deep? Deeply remember your voice and smile? How could you never forget your dream in the middle of the night? How could you put him in his heart? "

I took another dose of strong medicine, "Do you still want Mr. Ranpo to admit that you are his match? Listen to me, there is nothing wrong, who is more professional than me in the field of galgames?"

Edgar Allan Poe's expression was constantly struggling between "Are you donating to me" and "a little heartbeat", and finally my firm eyes convinced him, and a pure young man has since boarded my thief ship.

I'm not as bad as he thought, at least the game production has put a lot of effort into my work, I was playing Carl and typing codes, dreaming of going back to Russia's 996 routine.

"That... Mr. Poe, An and Sang..." Luisa carefully knocked on the door of our studio, her hair blown up by the two ghostly faces obsessed with work, "No, I'm so sorry! I just I'm here to tell you that the Zelda is lost, please don't leave the white whale casually, it's very dangerous."

"What happened to the Zelda?" I looked up from Bai Yingying's screen, "Aren't Margaret and the priest guarding there?"

"It's the Port Mafia." Louisa pursed her lips, "The Guild doesn't need failed members, so they...Miss Mitchell was seriously injured, and Mr. Hawthorne took her away. I don't know where they are now. where."

Yokohama is not a city where outsiders can easily survive. The three forces entrenched in Yokohama firmly control it, and only the scurrying rats are quietly growing in the gutter.

If Hawthorne left the group, he would either be recruited by the Special Agents Division with his supernatural ability, or he would be lured away by Fyodor.

Although I got along well with Fedya in Russia, I am very sure that he is a person who likes prostitutes very much.

Not paying wages is just basic practice. If the honest priest is lured away by him with the bait of "healing Margaret", let alone that Fei Jia has no healing abilities that are thousands of times more precious than SSR, he will be very happy. Most of the time, he will be limped by the big mouse, and he will do a lot of bad things for others and think that others treat him well.

This is not okay, prostitution for free is very bad, in this dirty world, honest people are so rare, we must cherish them.

"I will find them and provide them with a place to stay temporarily." I thought about it and said to the soft-hearted Luisa.To treat Margaret's injury, Dr. Yosano from the detective agency is the best candidate.But Guild is fighting with others in dire straits, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he will definitely be kicked out if he comes to the door now.

Save Margaret's life first, and consider the rest in the long term.

I temporarily asked a few birds that flew over the white whale to bring me a message to the stray cats and dogs all over Yokohama, asking them to do their best to search for the missing Hawthorne, and by the way, I asked my little brothers in Tokyo to come secretly to pick him up.

The king of twenty-five sons lacks everything, except for his brothers and sisters.After receiving the news of "everything is OK" from my younger brother, I continued to indulge in the development of Lord Silver Wolf's cat feeding game.

The dark working hours blurred my brain, and when Louisa couldn't take it anymore and asked me to go outside for some fresh air, I was like a walking dead, wandering the empty corridors of the white whale.

"Louisa said before, who did we catch?" I rubbed my forehead with migraine, and asked my old father, "It's a familiar name, where did I hear it?"

While thinking about it, I walked around a corner and bumped into a hard bone head-on, which made the original migraine brain worse and added a new layer of concussion debuff.

I squatted on the ground and covered my head, and made a trembling voice, "Will you watch the road...you are murdering!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—hey! Miss Anhe?" Atsushi Nakajima's panicked voice sounded in my ears, accompanied by the girl's anxious voice, "Stupid! Run away, she is the boss' goddaughter!"

"Huh?" Atsushi Nakajima was dizzy, "But Miss Anhe is not Mr. Dazai's..."

"Lucy?" I raised my head in the dizziness of the concussion, and my voice was full of disbelief, "Are you a [-]-year-old too?"

"What's the name—" Lucy didn't have time to think, and pushed Atsushi Nakajima, "Idiot, run! I will stop her for you!"

"?" What kind of Romeo and Juliet script is this? Am I the queen mother who beats mandarin ducks?I rubbed my bulging forehead, and I was sure that the two villains were the first to file a complaint.What did I do wrong to be turned into a villain by you?

"It's a life to kill or cut left and right," Lucy gritted her teeth, and dragged me into Anne's room without doing anything else.

"Even if you are the boss's daughter, don't try to catch up with him." The red-haired Annie stood in front of me, and Lucy folded her arms vigilantly, "Why does that guy seem to know you?"

"That's probably because I'm his teacher's wife." I said calmly after being unilaterally cast as a villainous boss.

Lucy: "???" What did you say?

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Qianye: Surprised or not?Is it surprising?Sister, you are still too young on the road of Erwuzi.