In order to survive, I do many jobs

The scent of vine roses on the wall floats, the moon reveals a corner from behind the clouds, and the misty light shrouds the sleeping Yokohama.The gentle breath came from behind the earlobe with a faint aroma of wine, and the kiss on the hair was so light that no trace was left.

"I like you the most."

Osamu Dazai has heard this sentence many times. The joking, serious, casual, casual tone is like a cat teasing stick hanging on the cat's head, shaking in the air, attracting him to stretch out his paw to touch it.

The naughty little girl will deliberately raise the cat teasing stick high to see how anxious he is biting his tail unconsciously. When he wants to give up or play tricks, the fluffy cat teasing stick will be sent to him again. To his hand, with a soft kiss.

They called "Mr. Dazai" one by one, and the initiative between them seemed to be completely controlled by Dazai Zhi, but he knew in his heart that his emotions were Qianye's property a long time ago.She can always easily stir up his mood swings, and knows what will happen next, so she always smiles and says something bold, and throws Wang Zha lightly.

Break through the line of defense step by step.Once Dazai Osamu forced her to retreat, and all the bottom lines were conceded for him. Now he has nowhere to go, so he can only be willing to kill her, and wrap her neck into the rope handed by the hunter.

Osamu Dazai lost his breath briefly due to the huge humming sound of his heart beating, and his footsteps paused, relying on inertia to continue walking.

No one knew what kind of turbulent waves arose in his heart during that second of pause.

The blue water engulfed Osamu Dazai. Standing at the front of the waves, he felt that the world was so vast for the first time, and he was at a loss.

The culprit who caused all this fell asleep leaning on his shoulder, and his messy hair swept across Dazai Osamu's neck, itching him to the core.He wanted to wake up the little bastard behind him, so that she and himself would be disturbed by the sudden love affair, and he was reluctant to part with it.

"Qianye definitely did it on purpose." Dazai Osamu gritted his teeth a little bitterly, "It was Mr. Ranpo who calculated it from the very beginning."

Edogawa Ranpo is the ceiling of intellectual flow, but when it comes to playing with people's hearts, Anhe Qianye is the real expert.

She probably just set up a bureau on a whim to satisfy her own evil taste, but she forced Dazai into the ground.

The meandering Teng Meigui escorted them all the way home. Osamu Dazai hugged the drunk on his back to the quilt. The girl's long black hair was scattered on the white sheets. The contrast between black and white made her sense of existence amazing.

Even if Qianye didn't make any sound, when Osamu Dazai was changing clothes, pouring water, or holding a hot towel, his peripheral vision would always stick to her body intentionally or unintentionally, completely out of the deity's control.

One or two red petals were stuck in the girl's black hair, hiding them secretly, but in Dazai Osamu's eyes, he was so obtrusive that he picked them up one by one. A slight tugging sensation.

After Qianye fell asleep, he didn't make trouble.It is different from doing all kinds of weird things when she is in a drunken madness. After she closes her eyes, she looks obedient and cute, with long and curled eyelashes drooping, slightly pouty lips, flushed cheeks, and a touch of powder on her earlobes. Much more refined than the expensive figures that line the store cabinets.

This was when she was the best, she didn't have so many weird ideas in her head, and she didn't get angry no matter how he fiddled with it, she happily leaned over when a heat source approached, and buried her in Dazai's chest, rubbing and rubbing, When the lights are too dazzling, there will be a meowing sound from the mouth, and I just want to hide my head in the quilt, so that no one can scream.

As soon as Osamu Dazai lay down in the quilt, the little girl who was looking for a warm handbag hugged her waist, "My..." She muttered, fingering the bandage on Osamu Dazai's body, with a disgusted and familiar expression on her face .

Disliked that the bandage was rough and uncomfortable on the face, and because I was already familiar with the touch, I felt that it was acceptable, and I was too lazy to toss it, so I pulled it apart a little, and hugged it and didn't let go.

"You still dislike me...why are you so picky." Osamu Dazai pointed Qianye's forehead with his fingers, and she opened it like a fly.

He shook his red hand, and stroked the back of his hand along the long hair of the person in his arms, offsetting the heat on the back of his hand with the cool touch.Because the touch was so good, he couldn't resist patting it a few more times, and accidentally rubbed Qianye's soft hair into a lion's explosive style.

Osamu Dazai put down his hands nonchalantly, pretending that he had done nothing, leaned forward and turned off the lights in the room.

In the early morning, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and ran my fingers through my inexplicably knotted long hair with a suspicious look on my face.

No way, my sleeping appearance shouldn't be so bad, right?You were fine yesterday, did you get crushed by ghosts last night?

I took twice as long as usual to get my hair done, put on my standard suit and head out.

The chauffeur sent by the Supernatural Secret Service Division was waiting downstairs in the dormitory of the detective agency. I sat in the car with a piece of bread in my mouth and started today's work.

The Guild, the biggest incident in Yokohama recently, is gradually coming to an end. The three organizations are fighting to the death, and [Book], who is at the center of the battle, has not even revealed a shadow.

They beat life and death to fight loneliness, and made a huge disturbance for no reason, which made people completely puzzled, and they could only draw the conclusion: maybe they were too idle.

People like to make troubles when they are free. If you ask me, there is still too little work. I have never been beaten by 996. How can I understand the pain in the heart of social animals.

Although I can stand on the moral high ground and give pointers to this group of supernatural beings who don't know the sufferings of the people, there is a man, I can't condemn him in any way, he is: the morning star of social animals, always rushing on the way to work Kuafu, Bawang Shampoo Black Card VIP customers - respectable Mr. Ango Sakaguchi!

"Mr. Ango, have you not slept for a few days?" I put the taro paste box I bought on the way on the table between him and Tsujimura Fukatsuki. I took a big mouthful of mashed taro and sent it to my mouth.

"About a week... Tsujimura-kun, after eating snacks, you have to come back and finish your work. Don't try to run away." Ango Sakaguchi pinched the center of his brows, with lingering tiredness in his eyes, "The report has been sent to your It's in the mailbox, remember to check."

"Mr. Ango is really dedicated." I took a bite of the chocolate donut, "Did Mr. Herman, the former leader of the Guild, cooperate well? I remember I ordered the kitchen to give him an extra meal."

"Give up your mackerel dish...Thanks to his help, it saved a lot of trouble." Ango Sakaguchi opened the lid of the taro paste box and took a tentative bite, "Why do you have time to visit me today? Are you usually afraid? I'll find something for you to do, can't you just hide?"

"How can you say that about me?" I covered my heart, my face was filled with the grief of being wronged, "I really love my work! Mr. Ango insulted my personality, I want to hear an apology from Mr. Ango!"

"...Then you read this pile of reports." Sakaguchi Ango pointed to the person-high printing paper on his desk, and the pile of documents almost completely submerged him.

"No, the privilege of a leader is fishing. How can Mr. Ango use an orderly tone to his boss!" I held my head up and chest out, trying to slip away from the oppressive office.

I have a hunch that if I continue to stay in such a high-pressure environment, my well-maintained hair will be far away from me, but this is absolutely impossible! NO!

"Anhe," Ango Sakaguchi called me, he hesitated for a moment and spoke slowly, "Do you know Bai Qilin?"

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko?" Such a familiar name, the [Collector] who came to Yokohama during the Longtou War and caused a bloody storm.

That tragic war is engraved in the hearts of every Yokohama person. Since the end of the Dragon Head War, Yokohama has officially stepped out of the dark age of chaos and governance, and the port mafia has begun to dominate.

"It's true," I squeezed my chin, thinking, "He has disappeared since the Longtou War. Some say he died in Yokohama, while others say he left Japan unscathed."

"Well, from Ango-san's tone, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is confirmed alive?"

"That's right," Ango Sakaguchi wiped his glasses. "The white unicorn comes with the fog. Singapore, the United Kingdom and other places have discovered many self-shark incidents caused by white fog. We must prepare in advance."

When it comes to people with supernatural powers, Yokohama is almost an unavoidable topic.No matter where Shibusawa settles down, he will definitely have a soft spot for Yokohama.

Yokohama, the love city in the dreams of all supernatural beings, the hot-tempered goblin everywhere, what should I do with you?

I joined the port mafia after the dragon head war, and I have never seen the famous scene of double blacks fighting unicorns.However, I read his report on this incident when I compiled the report for Dazai.

Dazai Osamu is a person who doesn't like writing reports very much. His handwriting is actually very beautiful, but his writing is always crooked in the report, like earthworms crawling around. I looked at this extremely perfunctory white paper. I don't know how Mori Ogai convinced himself to watch it.

There are rumors within Hong Kong that Osamu Dazai is actually Mori Ogai's own son, otherwise it is completely impossible to explain the leader's bottomless connivance to him-of course, it turns out that it is all false, and Mori Ogai is a scum.

The report of the double black dispatch is generally the work of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

He, Huang Ba Tu, was born in Laser Street, a famous poverty-stricken area in Yokohama. His initial partners were a group of unreliable lambs.

Until now, Nakahara Chu can write good handwriting and is proficient in both Japanese and English, not only because of his sister Hongye who taught him, but more than half of it comes from the oppression of his black-hearted partner Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai, in order to be lazy, bought a super thick Japanese dictionary and gave it to his annoying partner, and cheated him on the grounds that "the words in it can be as high as the dictionary can be memorized" , Lie to the pure and innocent Nakahara Nakaya to stay up all night studying hard.

He also threw the mess to his young and deceitful partner on the grounds that "the purpose of writing the report is to cultivate Chuya's ability, and the puppy should thank me", and took Zhongyuan Zhongya's salary card to eat a whole crab feast. After being caught, he beat him up plausibly, accusing Zhongyuan Zhongye of biting Lu Dongbin for not knowing good people.

——Then he was beaten into the ground by the furious Zhongyuan Zhongye.

To sum up, it is rare for me to see a double-black mission report written by Osamu Dazai, and I still find it quite novel. Even if the font is ugly and unbearable to read, I will tenaciously read it.

[Dirty], the true form of Nakahara Chuya's ability, used when fighting the white unicorn Shibusawa Ryuhiko.

It can be said that, except for the non-human Lovecraft, I have never seen a tenacious human who survived being bombarded by [Filth].

People's physiques cannot be generalized. I looked at a beautiful face of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko again and again. People can't be judged by their appearance. Just looking at the photos, who would have thought that he is actually a sandbag, and the quality is so good. Recommended back purchase.

"I see, I'll pay attention." I took the donut in my mouth and took away the information about Tatsuhiko Shibusawa entrusted to me by Mr. Ango.

Before starting today's work, I quietly opened Jungle's chat interface.

As an Internet chatter who spreads the net widely, I have more netizens than you can imagine. Except for the Internet-addicted teenagers and girls who surf the Internet all the year round, most of them are netizens I met by chance.Through chatting with them, I learned a lot of strange little knowledge.

For example, the netizen [Sewing and mending for another three years] who has a small spark with me now is a very interesting person.

He claims to be a normal adult male, rich, very rich, rich enough to throw coins at will.

So he felt that life was boring and lonely, and his signature was full of some unknown classic quotations from Wang Yiyun, such as: "What is the value of this pure white world of nothingness", "When will the angel who saves me come to me", There are two small sentences in the dark like "There is no one who can exceed my expectations".

I stared at his historical signature for a long time, relieved I didn't see something like "I'm sorry to be human."The old net suppresses the clouds, and the smell is too strong.

This friend can easily arouse other people's hatred of the rich. His way of speaking is confusing, sincere and unreasonable. Those who know him know that he is an honest person with the same appearance, but those who don't know think he is a powerful behind-the-scenes Boss, full of pretentious skills.

As a wealthy man, [Sewing and Mending for Three Years] has a very unpretentious hobby: he loves sewing.

It is not uncommon for boys to like to sew. My good friend Nioh Masaharu is also an ingenious teenager. He likes to sew some cross-stitch dolls. He is very popular when setting up street stalls.

And [Three Years of Sewing and Repairing] doesn't like dolls, he likes the Barbie doll dress-up game, and is very keen on designing gorgeous uniforms for himself and his comrades.

Three years of sewing and tinkering: the final main tone is white, take a look, what do you think of this one? 【Three-piece Uniform】.jpg

The top chef who cooks mackerel: emmmm, how is your teammate in shape?It is true that white is fat.

Another three years of sewing and mending: not bad, only a little worse than me.

The top chef of mackerel: ...narcissistic.Heh, there is no one in this world who is more beautiful than my cat. Your teammate can have one-tenth of his appearance. I will eat this keyboard on the spot! 【Chocolate Keyboard】.jpg

Another three years of sewing and mending: it's a deal, and I'll send you a picture when the time comes.

"Hmph, another ordinary but confident man." I shook my head, ignoring this friend's false self-confidence.

After several days, classmate Seam Seam has not contacted me, I guess his cowhide may be blown out.Really, boys nowadays really care about face, is it difficult to admit that they are ugly?Have the courage to face your true self!

"Ding!" One day, I was sitting on the swivel chair in the office and sneaking out my precious lollipop. When I was about to remove the sugar coating, a message popped up on the phone page.

Another three years of mending: with difficulty, I managed to convince the two of them to put on a combined uniform.

Top chef for mackerel: Congratulations.

I typed perfunctorily, and then I thought about how I could dispel others' enthusiasm with such a cold attitude when he shared his hobbies with me so enthusiastically.This is completely inconsistent with my original intention of encouraging education, and I have to praise him.

Top Chef Cooking Mackerel: You are awesome!How did you convince them?Know it with emotion or move it with reason?

In good conscience, the uniforms designed by Mr. Seam are good-looking, but if they are not supported by their appearance and figure, it will definitely be a disaster at the scene of a car accident.

I don't trust his "Dead Apple" combination very much. The name of this combination sounds very unlucky. Now it's still too late to ask me to place an order with the master to consecrate the yellow talisman personally. Buy two get one free, why don't you send one?

Another three years of mending: if they won't wear them, I'll cry.

Looking at this sentence, I couldn't help imagining a crying round-headed villain. His little friends, the triangular-headed villain and the parallelogram-shaped villain stood aside with arms folded. On the scene of crying, he reluctantly stepped on the thief's boat.

After so many years of graduation, whenever something happens, I still think of my math teacher immediately, and thank him for his diligent teaching and providing me with a steady stream of imaginative materials.

Another three years of sewing: thank you for your advice, and in return I remind you of one more thing.

Another three years of tinkering: If you have something you're editing or downloading, it's best to save it now.

The top chef for mackerel: ? ? ?Why?

Another three years of mending: because Yokohama will cut off the Internet tonight.

I was taken aback, what's going on, why didn't I know that the Internet was disconnected tonight?Doesn't the telecommunications bureau know to notify the government in advance for maintenance?Could this friend be an employee of the Yokohama Telecommunications Bureau, the kind who just finds a job to experience people's livelihood when he is tired of being a rich man?

I didn't bother to thank him for his reminder, and hurriedly saved the new drama locally. The long nights of overtime work were long, how could I live without it.

Another three years of sewing and mending: The last time I agreed to your return picture, I took a picture while they were trying on clothes.

Another three years of mending and mending:【Group photo of three people】.jpg

I paused for a moment. The high-definition picture sent by this netizen arrogantly occupied the entire screen. In the photo, three handsome men stood side by side. Their white uniforms complemented their slender waist and long legs. Their bare-naked beauty Critical strike is still a big trick with three times the amount.

But that's not the point, although I was dazzled but my sanity is still there, fuck, the three in the photo are all my acquaintances!

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko!If you don't want to be your collector, learn how to sew!And "their looks are only a little worse than mine", where do you get your confidence from?

Fedya!Why don't you squat in Russia and be your hamster at home, why not go to Yokohama to play cospy!Why are you still wearing that rabbit fur hat with lop ears? Are you the same as Mr. Nakaya, and the hat is the real body?

Osamu Dazai!If you don't stay at home and eat your hairy crabs, why come out to make trouble again!Do you think I will forgive you if you put on a white suit and put up your sideburns schemingly?

Grass (a kind of plant) is really good. I don't eat any routines, I just eat this one.As a chef, I have launched a new card. I am not from Yokohama, so I will empty the card pool tonight.

I kept the original picture indifferently, cut out the other two that were in the way, and sent Fei Jia's picture to Gogol by the way, and got a long list of "cheers to our friendship" emoticons from the clown.

The top chef for mackerel: friend, some more, Modo Modo.

Another three years of mending: If everything goes well tonight, I will.

I stared at Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's "offline" and "everything is going well tonight" displayed, and silently called Mr. Ango.

I have seen the murderer blew himself up after the crime, but he has never seen it given for nothing before committing the crime. This friend is a little out of his mind.

No matter what he is planning, nothing good will happen wherever Fyodor is around. The first level alarm is activated, and I choose to call the police directly.

"Hey, is this Mr. Ango? I got the news that someone is going to blow up Yokohama tonight. Let the people from the technical department track the signal." I typed a long code and sent it, and caught the white unicorn's tail at the signal end .

I'm sorry, but I'm no longer the one who was wrong with my beauty. How can two mere photos shake my will? Wouldn't it be nice to bring you back into the trap and let Osamu Dazai be my exclusive model?What's the point of being invisible.

The efficiency of the technical department is extremely high. I glanced at the signal address they sent and raised my eyebrows.

Isn't this the remains of the illegal building that I was going to demolish when I first returned to Yokohama?I forgot about it because there were too many things, and as expected, it became a temporary stronghold for the mastermind behind the scenes.

As I said a long time ago, what Yokohama needs most is not the police, detectives, or the mafia, but urban management.

"It's time to clean up the illegal construction in Yokohama." I rolled up my sleeves, opened the window and jumped down from the second floor.Rather than staring at the data with Mr. Ango in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, I prefer to do something practical.

When Yokohama was disconnected from the Internet, it was the time when I was waiting for the rise of Internet-addicted teenagers.

"It's foggy." I was walking on the street full of ghosts, and the white fog rose from the ground, and the visible range gradually narrowed. I pressed my palms on the bark of the trees on the side of the road, and I heard a heavy sigh .

"All ordinary people and animals are missing... No, the ones who are really missing are the supernatural beings." I withdrew my hand, the birds that used to play at night disappeared, and my eyes were only left with immovable vegetation.

Enough is enough, my realm of the king is still there, and the white mist targeting the supernatural beings has no right to intervene in the world of the kings.

"Tat Tat Tat." The crisp footsteps came from the entrance of the alley, and the red silhouette casually leaned against the corner, raised his hand and greeted me with a smile.

"Hi, my dear friend, happy party."

I looked at the face exactly like mine, and the supernatural power that flowed in my body all the time disappeared without a trace.

"This is really a surprise." I bent my eyebrows and eyes, the adrenaline rush brought a long-lost excitement, and a false sense of trust was forced into my mind.

[Schrödinger's Two or Five Boys] worked on me.

It's really... so interesting!

The author has something to say: Qianye: Sudden Excitement.jpg

Schrödinger's [-]-year-old boy: People are too embarrassed to introduce themselves...Can't you give me a cool appearance name?