In order to survive, I do many jobs

The top floor of the Ganghei Building, the chief's office.

I knock on the door and enter the house.In the dark room, only one desk lamp was lit, and the huge office was dark and frighteningly oppressive.

Akutagawa Silver was holding a thick stack of paperwork on the desk. When she saw me coming, she bowed hastily, put the things down quickly, and walked into her assistant's lounge.

My hand that was trying to say hello stopped in mid-air: what's with this evasive attitude?I know Osamu Dazai is very possessive, but you shouldn't be afraid of this, right?

However, the memory in the little movie tells me that what Xiaoyin did was right, this is her daily life.

When Osamu Dazai and I got along, I hated the presence of outsiders. I guess it might be due to the bottom line of morality.Although this person is much more perverted than the black mud spirit in my world, but it's good, at least he still has a little sense of shame.

"Qianye, come here." Seeing me coming in, Osamu Dazai, who was writing with a pen, raised his head and opened his arms to me.

He was wearing a black uniform that I was familiar with. His pale skin seemed to have not seen the sun for a long time, and there were faint black and blue marks under his eyes, making him look extremely tired.The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the blood-red scarf, the symbol of the port mafia leader, like the color soaked in blood, which weighed heavily on his shoulders.

I looked at him and really felt the difference.

The gloomy breath stuck to him like a maggot attached to the bone, like a drowning person struggling, watching himself sinking little by little in despair, his eyes were filled with nothingness.

Only when the eyes fell on me, the coldness eased a little.

After leaving the Port Mafia, I haven't seen Osamu Dazai show such an expression for a long time: danger, despair and tenderness under the cover.

I approached him slowly, glanced at the paperwork on the table, the smell of ink lingered on the tip of my nose, and the suit "I" prepared for myself also had the same smell.

I have seen this segment in my memory, a very familiar bridge segment.

The Osamu Dazai of this world and the Osamu Dazai of the Moyu version are two extremes. He is the ultimate social animal of 007, and his workload in a day can be compared to other Osamu Dazai for a year. Even Mr. Ango will feel ashamed after seeing it.

Apart from dating me and taking me out to play, Osamu Dazai has almost no other entertainment and rest time. He is either approving documents or walking on the way to approve documents every day.

If it wasn't for me being well versed in health regimen and staring at his three meals a day and sleep time every day, I doubt that Osamu Dazai would have died suddenly in the office before committing suicide.

Obviously already sitting in the position of leader, why bother to embarrass yourself like this?Learn from Mr. Mori!Anyway, he has time to play dress-up games with Alice, why do you give up your housekeeping skills, you good fisherman?

Of course, such hard work is not without rewards.Under the leadership of the wise and mighty leader Dazai, Hong Kong and Black have overfulfilled their GDP contribution tasks, leading the major listed companies in Yokohama all the way.The current Yokohama is not even a three-party structure, but a Hong Kong and black family.

What Osamu Dazai wants to do, there is indeed no possibility of failure. Even Mr. Mori must be willing to bow down to this scheming and skill. I would like to call him a super-class time management master.

There is one thing about Osamu Dazai in this world that I find very interesting: he is very clingy, not just ordinary clingy.And because it's hard to explain clearly the dignity and status of being a leader, so I especially like to find some high-sounding excuses to get close to me.

Usually he is too busy at work, and Osamu Dazai likes to stick with me very much. He will intentionally or unintentionally give me some documents that are not too much to think about, and let me sit in his arms under the pretext of "releasing the boss's worries and problems". Watch it with him.

Yes, other people's world of two is a candlelight dinner, we are social animals together, very demeanor of contemporary young people.

According to my usual style, before executing the command "come here", I will randomly open a drawer of the desk and pull out the remote control that controls the curtains, and remove the black cloth covering the floor-to-ceiling windows to let the natural light shine into a dark room.

Osamu Dazai would subconsciously frown, but there was nothing he could do about me, he could only verbally complain about things like "Qianye is really disobedient", "Don't you even obey the leader's order", and reluctantly ended his vampire Act as an upright young man bathed in the sun.

"Why do you have dark circles under your eyes again? Did you sleep well last night?" Then, I would approach him, kneel on his lap, reach out and hold Dazai Osamu's head, and look down carefully at the dark spots under his eyes.

"No, there are too many things to do today." Osamu Dazai put an arm around my waist, closed his eyes and asked me to kiss his brows and eyelashes, "Qianye help me, let's go out for a big dinner tonight .”

"I hope this meal is supper and not supper." I sat on his lap and rested my head on his chest, allowing him to rest his chin on top of mine naturally.

Afterwards, I will maintain this position for a long time. When I am tired of reading documents, I will take out the handheld to play games or sleep next to him for a while. Osamu Dazai does not prohibit me from doing anything, as long as I don’t leave him.

But today I can’t follow this process. I never doubt Osamu Dazai’s sensitivity. He will definitely find out the fact of the replacement the second I approach.

Osamu Dazai is a difficult person to deal with, and this one in front of him is even more difficult to deal with as a fighter.I'm not worried about my personal safety, I know that this guy can't beat me just by looking at the way he stays up all night with kidney failure, and the result is the same if I let him have one hand.

But I still remember my purpose, I didn’t come to play Mission: Impossible and Lurk with him, I came here to teach Dazai Osamu the Tao Te Ching, bah, to physically transcend him.

In normal times, no matter how fast I think about it, I can't find an excuse to reject him, because "I" will basically not refuse Dazai Osamu's request, but as expected of the "I" who has arranged everything, the time of time travel is stuck. Just right.

I walked towards Dazai Osamu unhurriedly. He had just grabbed my wrist when suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door.

There are not many people who can directly knock on the leader's door without notification. They will not intentionally disturb Dazai Osamu's work without knowing it. There must be something important to knock on the door now.

Osamu Dazai frowned, the unhappiness of being interrupted flashed in his dark eyes, "Come in."

"Mr. Dazai, a hostile organization has intercepted our cargo, and the ship is about to leave." Nakajima Atsushi pushed the door and came in. He was wearing a black uniform and said in a calm voice, "The people on board have unusual identities. Stop, I can only ask Sister Qianye to help."

Wow, it's a little tiger!I looked at Atsushi Nakajima in amazement, different from the youthfulness when he was in the Armed Detective Agency, his body smelled of blood, and the ferocious intent of a beast remained in his eyes.

Since Atsushi is in the port mafia, where is Ryunosuke Akutagawa?As the most extreme kitchen chef in my world, it would be fun if he was hostile to Osamu Dazai in this world, and I could go back and laugh at him for three days and three nights.

The persecution of Akutagawa is my entertainment, and no one can deprive me of it.

"So, I'm leaving?" I looked back at Osamu Dazai, and shook my wrist innocently, "Work hard by yourself."

He will let me go, this is Dazai Osamu's plan to send me away in advance, otherwise how could "I" not be there when he committed suicide tomorrow.

Osamu Dazai's layout started very early, and he exposed most of the plans to "me", except for a few tiny details.

While browsing through the memories left by "I", I slowly sorted out some details, and finally confirmed this conjecture: In the chief's office, Dazai Osamu left the documents and tokens passed on to me, and the Chinese who had a very good relationship with me Mr. Ye, Sister Hongye, Dunjun and Jinghuajiang will all help me stabilize my position.

He arranged everything and gave me the best ending he could.

It's just that I don't need it, I don't need him to arrange my life, and I don't allow him to be absent without authorization.

"I" don't accept this ending, so here I am.

"Qianye is so cruel." Osamu Dazai let go of my hand and picked up the pen boringly, "Go early and come back early."

Do you believe?These are the last words he uttered to "I".

Going early and returning early, is there some kind of secret expectation in his heart, expecting me to hold his hand when he falls?

Won't get you what you want, I have my own way, you childish ghost.

"I'll bring you delicious octopus balls, be more active." I waved my hand, took a deep look at Osamu Dazai, and then pushed Atsushi Nakajima out, "Atsushi, let's go."

"I'm sorry, Miss Qianye." Atsushi Nakajima scratched his head, the boy who was called "White Death" in the other world was gentle and easy to talk to his own people, he looked no different from Atsushi from the detective agency.

They have only one difference.

Ignoring the lingering bloody smell on Atsushi Nakajima, I asked him, "Isn't your work hard today?"

"It's the task of completely destroying the hostile organization." Nakajima Atsushi smiled sheepishly, "It's really great that there is no need for a complicated plan. If it didn't happen suddenly, sister Qianye shouldn't have been disturbed in the first place. "

This is the biggest difference. As a disciple taught by Osamu Dazai, the Lord Atsushi of our world is the only one who saves people without killing people.

It seems that here, Nakajima Atsushi and Akutagawa Ryunosuke are reversed.

There are many similar differences, such as my system, although the main task and task rewards are not half different from mine, but here "my" main task progress bar is zero.

That is to say, the "I" here is not a [-]-year-old at all, nor is it the newly appointed colorless king, but a cadre-level member of the port mafia.

Osamu Dazai has done a lot of harm to people, thanks to his high salary, I can barely support the supply of life points with the salary of a job. It is really surprising. Is there such a big difference in salary between the cadre and the cadre's deputy? ?

So... Osamu Dazai should not be short of money at all, right!Even if he defected from Hong Kong gangsters, his savings would be enough for him to live comfortably for hundreds of years, so why does he still desperately wait for me to pay on credit?Is it just to satisfy the wish of "I want to raise him" and therefore cooperate with me to perform?It's really hard work for him, I'm so touched (great reading tone).

"Atsushi-kun, have you seen Akutagawa recently?" Atsushi Nakajima and I stood side by side in the falling elevator, the city outside the window was familiar but unfamiliar.

"I've seen it before. He always works with Sakunosuke Oda of the Armed Detective Agency. That person is difficult to deal with." Atsushi Nakajima nodded.

"That's it." Mr. Oda Saku joined the Armed Detective Agency, and according to the answer "I" got from reading the [book], Osamu Dazai chose to usurp the throne and do all the following things in order to let Oda Saku live first.

The trajectory of the world line has become all sorts of strange things because of the distortion of a screw. Compared with the grand finale where I was happy all the way to HE, this side is like an old general on the stage-his body is full of fg.

No wonder I don’t talk much about cross talk in this world. I knew that a world without cross talk would have no future. My most important mission here is to bring laughter back to the world.

"Tun-kun, do you like to listen to cross talk?" I smiled at Nakajima Atsushi, "I've learned two paragraphs recently, you should appreciate one."

"Okay?" Atsushi Nakajima looked confused, but because I in this world also like to play cards that do not follow common sense, everyone has long been used to my sudden convulsions, and he did not raise any objections.

"Then, I'll start." I silently took out the allegro from behind, and as soon as the bamboo board jingled, I'll give you a section today.

"Ding dong——" The elevator landed on the second floor, and Quan Jinghua, who was waiting for us at the elevator entrance, bowed and said hello to me. As soon as I raised my head, I suddenly found a familiar figure leaning towards me.

"Huh?" Quan Jinghua opened his eyes wide, and caught Atsushi Nakajima whose hands and feet were twitching, "What's wrong with him?"

"Cough, I laughed so wildly that I accidentally lost my breath." I coughed twice, "After I lost my breath, I twisted my hands and feet and cramped up again. Just take it easy, it's fine."

You can't, young man, you can't.I tut tut and shook my head, the cross talk culture in this world is really bad, human beings have not developed any resistance, and he has already knelt down before I have shown my housekeeping skills.

"The task is urgent, right? I'll go there first, and you take Atsu-kun to rest." I patted her on the shoulder, "Don't worry, the task is fine for me alone, Mr. Dazai should have other tasks for you, right? Go Well, it's all right."

"But..." Quan Jinghua hesitated for a few seconds, then looked down at Atsushi Nakajima, who had been completely crippled by me, unable to make up his mind for a while.

"Go if you want, it's the order of the cadre." I pushed her and Atsushi Nakajima into the elevator without any explanation, pressed the floor button to the infirmary, and waved with a smile, "byebye."

After seeing off Izumi Kyoka and Nakajima Atsushi, I opened the door and got into the special car arranged by Hong Kong Hei, with a suddenly cold expression on my face.

"Find someone to do something for me." I took out my phone, shook it, and patted the driver on the shoulder, "Use your own channel, and don't let anyone know about it."

"Yes, Lord Anhe." The younger brother nodded immediately, and he couldn't help asking, "Can't the leader know?"

It's very strange that Mrs. Anhe never shy away from the leader, because the leader has always unconditionally supported all her hobbies, why did he give a special order today?

"No, it's because it's a surprise for him." I smiled kindly, and activated the ability without hesitation, "Shh, keep quiet."

"Okay, I understand." The younger brother nodded in conviction, and the "objection" was completely deleted from his mind, and it will never be brought up again.

"I'm looking forward to Dazai Osamu's expression at that time." I lowered my head and fiddled with the phone, "It's so pitiful, even the last wish can't be fulfilled. It's so pitiful to meet me, a wicked man. I'm the kind of person who expects others A pleasure criminal who knows everything but wants to break it."

Living is so painful that I want to die.But the "I" abandoned by him will live in more pain, so if you want to drag you off the cliff and suffer with me, I am a bad person, and I want to rot with you.

"I don't have that much reason to say," I muttered to myself, "I'm just very selfish. If I don't want you to die, you won't be allowed to die."

The call got through, I said "Hello", and heard a voice from over there, "Hello, this is Xinhu's house, is this the guest introduced by Mr. Xingping?"

"Yes, this place was introduced by Xinghei Chuangzhen. Are you Miss Xinhu Fei Sazi?"

Xinhu Feishazi, a descendant of Xinhu family who is good at diet therapy, is especially good at making food with traditional Chinese medicine to regulate the body of diners.My cooking buddy Xing Ping Chuangzhen used to be her classmate. Thanks to his relationship, I got in touch with her without an appointment.

"It's like this, Miss Niito." I held the phone, "I have a friend—not myself, he is very picky eater, likes to stay up late and eat irregularly, although I am watching and trying to correct his diet I am used to it, but I am really busy at work and I am negligent, so I would like to hire you to design a special recipe for him."

"I understand," Xinhu Feisha nodded, "Does the guest have any food preferences?"

"He likes to eat crab. He can't eat spicy food very much but he also likes curry rice. He is very picky about most vegetables." I said, "It would be great if crab can be included in every dish."

"Crabs are cold in nature, and people with a bad stomach should not eat more." Xinhu Feisha felt that I was teasing her, "Does he have crab meat for three meals a day?"

"Not all of them..." I said guiltyly, because I am too good at acting like a baby, the majestic Hong Kong black leader can't even eat a crab, and the hostile organization will laugh out loud... So, it seems likely that he They are all eating.

"This friend is yourself." Xinhu Feishazi said in a voice that sees through everything, "If you don't want to die of stomach cancer at a young age, you'd better control your mouth."

I'm not I didn't stop talking nonsense!I was so wronged, and I took the blame for Osamu Dazai again, and wrote it down in my small notebook, and I will settle the score with him when I go back.

I was severely reprimanded by the food doctor on the opposite side, and I took a notepad on my mobile phone to write down several key points and waited for "I" to follow when I came back.

The driver sent me to the task site, and I had the memory given by "I" in advance, knowing that this is a task that is not dangerous at all but time-consuming if it is done step by step.

Osamu Dazai really arranged for me clearly, I thank him.

"Let's end soon." I moved my wrist, with a smile that didn't reach my eyes, "I'm in a hurry."

Qianye was sent away by him, she would not know anything.

Holding the pen, Osamu Dazai signed his name on the document stroke by stroke. He didn't put down the pen until the last document was corrected.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Gin Akutagawa, Atsushi Nakajima, Sakunosuke Oda... everything will end tomorrow.

Qianye was doomed not to come back today, the tasks assigned to her were carefully screened, and every time point was stuck just right.

In fact, there is also a little bit of reluctance, but it is really too painful.He was like a ghost sucking blood from Qianye's body, draining her vitality little by little.She obviously doesn't need to stay in Hong Kong, but because of his selfishness, she is trapped in the darkness and cannot escape.

Qianye would have a better life if he left him.He had too little to give her, but too much to take away.

End it all before it gets out of hand.

Osamu Dazai actually has a little selfishness, if only Qianye could remember him forever.Even if she has a new life and a new lover, as long as she can think of him at a certain moment, he feels happy enough.

"What a despicable idea." Osamu Dazai covered his mouth and coughed twice, the scattered blood was like flowers blooming on the white handkerchief.

His stomach was not feeling well all the time, Qianye watched him eat closely, but the black coffee poured into his mouth like water still made his stomach ache.

It doesn't matter, this kind of pain is nothing, everything will be over tomorrow.

Even if people's thoughts turn back and forth, the sun still rises in the east and sets in the west, and a new day comes with the morning light.

I stood on the boat watching the sunrise, and the undulating corpses on the sea stained the water. The hostage owner stood beside me and sincerely thanked me. The crew cooperated with the gangsters to gradually transport our goods away.

"If you are not in a hurry, I would like to treat you to a meal, thank you for your help." The owner of the boat said sincerely, and his little daughter followed me curiously, looking at me with shining eyes, "Sister, can you Tell me your story?"

"Next time, if there is a chance." I bent down and rubbed her hair, "My sister is going to buy octopus balls for a bad guy."

"It's obviously a bad guy, why do you buy him delicious food?" The little girl tilted her head in confusion.

"Hmm...because he's cute." I knelt down next to her and thought about it carefully, "It's bad, but the kind of person who deserves to be loved will make you angry and hate, and take it again." There's nothing he can do."

"Sister must like him very much." The little girl showed an expression of "I understand" and said gossipingly, "Are you a lover?"

"That's not counting." I leaned closer to her ear gossipingly, "Although I love him deeply in every world, the one I like the most is of course the one that belongs to me."

"Think about it carefully, this is actually a wonderful N?T?R story." I scratched my chin, and the "I" who ran to my world should also be molesting Osamu Dazai over there, rounding up to a tie.

No, I shouldn't instill strange knowledge into the child. The door to the new world can't be opened casually to return her pure heart.

"Okay, I don't know if the super popular takoyaki shop is open~" I stepped onto the pier, and the sea breeze in the port blew my long hair, "The weather is good, suitable for bungee jumping."

Looking down from a tall building, it is easy for people to have a sense of panic, feeling that they are too small, and the busy traffic in the city is just a giant's toy.

Everyone will have the idea of ​​"wanting to jump down and try" when standing on a high place, but people's desire for survival and reason will quickly deny it. If this denial is more intense, people will be afraid of heights.

Osamu Dazai is not afraid, he has been looking down a long time ago.

"Qianye hasn't come back yet." He sighed and said, "I originally wanted to jump off in front of her, but that's fine, I won't have nightmares."

Then, farewell.

Falling, falling continuously, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes and looked at the vast sky. From the corner of his eye, he saw the terrified eyes and mouths of people in the Ganghei Building.

It's ugly, Qianye must never imitate it.

Suddenly, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on a certain floor, a familiar person stood there, holding a serving of hot octopus balls in his hand, piercing them with bamboo sticks and putting them into his mouth, taking a full bite with the sauce.

Osamu Dazai saw Qianye waved to him, holding a small remote control in her hand, and under his gaze, she calmly pressed the red button.

"boom!"

The huge, white protective pad spread out like cotton candy instantly covered the open space next to the Ganghei Building, and the soft touch bounced like jelly.Not to mention jumping off the roof of Hong Kong Hei Building, even with a few hundred meters added, this huge jelly bed is enough to bear the weight of an adult male.

"Don't underestimate modern technology and uncle firefighters." I clapped my hands and told the younger brother standing behind me without looking back, "Go and take the concussed leader to the infirmary, and remember to give him an extra dose of glucose. He definitely didn't eat today."

Little brother: ...

Mr. Anhe, you did use the word "Tiliu" to describe the leader just now... right?

The author has something to say: Qianye: Yes, what's the problem?Super invincible and confident.jpg

Leader Zai: Didn’t you mean the octopus balls you bought for me? Why did Qianye finish them by himself?

Qianye: Heh, I left you a bamboo stick, do you want it?