In order to survive, I do many jobs

"Lulululu, martyrdom, you can't do it alone, but you can do it with two people, uh~"

Two identical mobile phone ringtones rang at the same time, I buried my head in the pillow, fumbled with my right hand on the tatami for a long time, and slid my fingers across the connection button in confusion.

"Hey——" I said sleepily, "Mr. Ango? As the boss, I just skipped work a little bit, so I won't call early in the morning to remind you..."

"Ango? What a disappointment." Dazai Osamu, who was also sleepy, rolled over and pulled me into his arms, and said coquettishly, "Qianye asked for leave, don't bother with Ango."

I was so sleepy that I didn't hear Osamu Dazai's muttering clearly, so I subconsciously raised my hand to ruffle his hair, ready to turn off the phone and go back to sleep.

"Miss Anwa," Kunikida Doppo cleared his throat in embarrassment on the other end of the phone, "This is Kunikida, where is Dazai? By the way, it's already noon, not morning."

Speaking of why your voice is hoarse, he almost didn't recognize you when you answered the phone.

"..." I opened a slit of my eyes, glanced at the mobile phone that was connected, then turned my head to look at the black cube that was still singing the song of martyrdom in Balabala, and took a picture of the mobile phone on Dazai Osamu with a blank expression. face.

The same couple's ringtone hurt me, and the social death time scored twice.I am dead, I have to burn the paper.

"Qianya is so rude." Dazai Osamu rubbed his smashed nose, pinched the tip of his nose and said to Kunikida Doppo on the other side of the phone, "Kunikida-kun~ you will be kicked by a donkey if you disturb someone's relationship~ I'm asking for leave today, byebye."

Before Kunikida Doppo could utter an angry roar, Osamu Dazai quickly hung up the phone, dragged me back into the quilt when I was about to get up, stuck it up skillfully, and murmured next to my earlobe, "Where is Qianye going? I've already asked for leave." , sleep a little longer."

His voice was soft and ambiguous, and his arms around my waist tightened little by little.

I patted the back of his hand to let him give me room to breathe, and by the way, I slapped my phone screen on Osamu Dazai's face.

Osamu Dazai reluctantly raised his head, opened his eyes, and saw the name of the contact [Dried Mackerel] flashing on the call interface.

Osamu Dazai showed a blank expression: Who is this?

That’s right, the mackerel fish sect’s ingenious workmanship, I named it just to prevent these script masters from seeing through the truth. As long as I don’t remember the method of cracking the secret, no one will be able to extract information from me.

"Father Guild, Nathaniel Hawthorne, is now a fry in my fish pond." I covered my mouth and yawned, and connected the phone, "I rescued his lover with Dr. Xie Ye before." Margaret's life, Margaret is also working for me now—but she is unwilling to accept the code name Yanjin mackerel, tsk, woman, she doesn't know how to appreciate my superb taste."

Osamu Dazai: ...It's not incomprehensible.

Margaret Mitchell, a young lady who wrote aristocratic cultivation and elegance into her blood, you named her [Yanjin Mackerel], she did not die with you on the spot, which proves that your friendship is better than that Jin Jian.

"Father, what's the matter?" I curled myself into the heat source behind me, curled up in the warm quilt and said lazily, "If you have any doubts about the teachings of our sect, I suggest you eat a hundred sticks now." Oh mackerel, the mackerel god is with you and me."

"Don't be silly." Hawthorne has changed from the honest man who was honest and deceitful to an indifferent cool man after many times of reorganization and reorganization of the three views. Full of perfunctory treatment of fools, "I need you for something, can I come to the base today?"

"Hey - I just decided to skip work." I pouted unhappy, but got up as I said.

The priest seldom contacted me, and what he couldn’t talk about on the phone must have happened something big that he thought was worthy of attention.

"Qianye——" Osamu Dazai grabbed me tightly, his voice full of disbelief, "Why did you get called away by a phone call all of a sudden? Is the matter of the man on the other side more important than mine?"

"Let go!" I struggled hard, "Don't think that I don't know what you're up to, just ask if you can or can't, your waist is about to break, let go of your claws!"

"After eating it up and wiping it off, you turn your face and deny anyone, Qianye scumbag." Osamu Dazai reluctantly let go of his hand, his eyes were filled with resentment, "What about the agreed date, doesn't it count?"

"Next time, definitely next time." I kissed Osamu Dazai perfunctorily on the forehead, and when he tried to kiss me back, I quickly rolled over and got out of bed, and jumped into the bathroom with a single furry slipper.

Osamu Dazai sat up from the messy quilt, the bandages scattered on his body.He re-tied the loose bandage in the morning light, and poured the remaining water in the teacup to the green plants on the window sill.

Kunikida Dubu's bombing text messages lined up in a long line on the phone, a series of small red dots were enough to kill obsessive-compulsive disorder, Osamu Dazai pressed one button to clear it without looking at it, and stretched a long waist.

"It's still too late to go to the detective agency, don't bully Mr. Kunikida too much." I came out of the bathroom biting the black hair rope, and sat on the edge of the bed with my head slightly lowered to tie my hair.

The midday sun was a bit harsh, and the curtains in the room were only half drawn. A black-haired girl was sitting on the dividing line between light and shadow. Her long black hair was picked up by a thin wrist, revealing a white nape of her neck. Dazzling brightly.

There is no trace left, like a mountain stream covered with the first snow, which is so holy that people cannot bear to destroy it, but also arouses secret sadistic desires.

The thin hair rope was biting between her lips and teeth, she frowned slightly and combed her disobedient long hair, her eyes flicked over the briefcase and the windbreaker she wore when she went out, and there was no self-consciousness under the roof.

As soon as he heard about the work, he left him at home and left alone, and he had to fool around with a good date. It was too bad, and he was not happy.

Osamu Dazai sat behind Qianye silently, hugged the girl's slender waist with one hand, rubbed her fine hair against the back of her neck, and got angry for a while.

"What's the matter?" The hair rope was wrapped around her fingertips twice, and she asked while tying her hair, "Do you really don't want to work that much? Okay, okay, it's okay to ask for a vacation once in a while."

Thanks to you for saying this, Kunikida Doppo is about to be persecuted by you two, don't bully honest people.

Osamu Dazai stared at the soft flesh dangling under his nose, the more flawless he was, the more he wanted to leave his mark and tell everyone who dared to covet the treasure: she is mine.

He opened his lips and lowered his head to bite hard.

"Hiss—" A tingling sensation spread from the back of the neck where I was most defenseless to the entire nervous system. I frowned and looked back. Osamu Dazai buried his head on the back of my neck, his teeth gripping a piece of soft meat, and slowly grinding Grind.

Two or three drops of dark red blood oozed out, and were sucked away by the tip of the tongue.

Osamu Dazai stepped back a little, brushing his thumb over the obvious bite mark on my skin.His iris-colored eyes darkened, revealing a bit of morbid satisfaction, and he quickly bent his eyes, showing a coquettish smile, "Okay, Qianye, go to work."

"Before work, I think it's necessary for me to get a tetanus shot." I frowned and touched the back of my neck, my lower mouth was really heavy and it hurt.

"It won't hurt if you blow it and kiss it again." The dangerous side was completely covered up, and Osamu Dazai came over to tease me cutely, "Huh~ Painful fly away!"

"Is Mr. Dazai a child? How naive." I wanted to tear off the hair band and cover the nape of my neck with my hair, but Dazai grabbed my wrist.

"No - just treat it as a punishment for falling out on a date with me." Dazai Osamu kissed my palm, I was so itchy that I curled my fingers tightly, and missed the best time to refute him.

Osamu Dazai is really good at climbing up the ladder. He clearly knows what his advantages are, and how to make me soft-hearted. I can't do anything about him. In the end, I went out with my briefcase a little numbly, feeling exposed to the air. The back of the neck was scorched by the sun.

...Forget it, anyway, it's going to my place, no one dares to ask questions that shouldn't be asked.

"Margaret~" I pushed open a coastal room, "how are you? Did you see the new dress I bought for you?"

"I've recovered." Margaret was sitting on the bed and flipping through a magazine, and gave me an annoyed look, "I don't understand, are pink bubble skirts and yellow cake skirts your hobby? Why haven't I seen you?" Go through it yourself."

"The duck I've worn." How can I slander my elegant taste, I hold my head high, "Isn't the light yellow dress just to accompany your fluffy hair? How suitable!"

By the way, my taste is JK, but Marguerite and JK don't feel very good, so I used Mori Ogai's taste, and the effect is outstanding.

Whose skirt do you think you got?This is a new model produced by Alice's exclusive tailor shop!Awesome.

Margaret, a mature woman, didn't understand me. She was very moved by a cabinet of candy-colored dresses. "I'd rather wear a nun's dress than these," she said.

"You should have said earlier, our mackerel cult has nun uniforms." Not discouraged, I opened the door and stretched out a hand.

In just 0.1 seconds, the little mackerel guarding the door ran away, dragged a long series of afterimages in the corridor, and flashed back to the city quickly, putting a blue and white dress in my hand respectfully .

I withdrew my hand and shook the uniform in my hand to Margaret on the bed: blue and blue replaced the monotonous black and white of ordinary nun uniforms, and the lining was fluorescent green and the most conspicuous and beautiful girl in the crowd even in the dark. Lemon yellow color scheme.A golden mackerel embroidered on the back is jumping high in the posture of jumping the dragon gate, agile and confident.

"Look, isn't it amazing?" My eyes glowed, and I showed the little mystery of this nun's dress to the ashen-faced Margaret, "Have you seen the eyes of the mackerel god? It's the black pearl! It's very Forceful, right?"

Margaret endured the danger of backlash from her hot eyes, and moved her gaze to the place I pointed out to her with difficulty.

Where the fingertip pointed, the black pearl shone brightly in the sunlight, and a strange light flashed in the mackerel's eyes.

Margaret took a deep breath, almost took out a handful of yellow talismans and shouted, "Old Lord Taishang is in a hurry like a law, and all fighters are in the front line, pineapple, pineapple, honey, blah blah, blah blah!" evildoer.

...Sorry, I went to the wrong scene. Margaret should be in the style of a western witcher. Replace the yellow talisman with a silver cross and holy water. Let's do it again.

"What are you...doing?" Hawthorne, who knocked on the door and came in, looked blankly at me who was holding up a dress covered in mosaics to force Margaret to submit.

Hawthorne: I want to call the police. Which psychiatric hospital did not take good care of its own patient and let her out to cause harm to the world?

Me: I'm sorry, I'm just a mere person, but I'm the one with the most power among the police.

It is useless to call the police, even if I shout my throat, I will never give in.

"Student priest, what's the matter with you calling me?" I regretfully put down the nun clothes I designed myself, and sat on the easy chair next to me, shaking, "If it is an emotional consultation question, I am very willing to answer .”

Heh heh heh, I'm a gold medal mediator, so there is no couple that I can't persuade.

"I received an invitation to join the job." Hawthorne said succinctly, "The other party gave a very exciting condition..."

"What?!" I was shocked, "I have always been the only one who digs other people's walls, yet someone dares to wave a hoe at me?! Who, tell me his name, unknown little brother. Is he a vegetarian for his sister! "

"Calm down, calm down." Hawthorne pressed down his hands to keep me from being so excited, "It's that devil."

Oh, Fedja, Dionis on the Run, Mouse, My Plastic Sister Flower.

I stopped panicking in an instant, and even put my right foot on my left leg leisurely, looking like a boss.

"He put forward exciting conditions for you, heh, whoever believes in him is a dog, be careful to be fooled and limped." I warned the priest and classmate as a past person, "It's not that I don't allow you to change jobs. If you are moral, you will never learn from the evil life-long work system of the port mafia, if you find a peerless job that includes board, lodging, five insurances, one gold, year-end bonus and attendance award, I will be sincerely happy for you."

"But Fedya can't, I can't push honest people into the fire pit." I looked solemn and sad, "Do you know? I worked for Fedya in Russia for half a year, just before I joined the Guild."

"You all know that I am the adopted daughter of Mr. Fitzgerald. Why did he recognize me as his goddaughter? It was not because I was so miserable at that time." I pretended to wipe away my tears and continued explain:

"I went to Russia to work alone. God damn it, my boss was bankrupted by Fei Jia. In order not to be reduced to washing dishes in a tavern, I had to endure the humiliation and work for him." I took out the white paper from my pocket. The handkerchief nodded at the corner of his eyes, "You know, I typed the code for him for more than half a year, and even his hair turned white, and I don't know how many bottles of Bawang have been used up. It can be said that I have dedicated myself to death."

"What about him? He has been in arrears for more than half a year and still hasn't paid. When I asked for it, he told me that he had no money, and asked me and my colleagues to go to a broken boat to gamble to subsidize the family."

"That ship is really broken, even worse than the Titanic after it hit the iceberg. It sinks as soon as it is said, and I don't give people any psychological preparation." I bit my handkerchief, "If it weren't for my wisdom, I would Now he has been buried in the bottom of the sea, and he can't come back."

"Later, you lived a good life after being adopted by Mr. Fitzgerald, right?" Margaret, who was moved to tears by my sincere story, wiped away her tears reservedly, and held my hand, "I We shouldn't have asked if we didn't know that you were still suffering so much."

"That's right." I shook Margaret's hand back, "It's all Fedya's fault, priest and student, don't be fooled."

"I wasn't cheated." Hawthorne, who watched a scene and praised him, was speechless, "So instead of agreeing to him, I called you. Do you know what the devil wants to do?"

"I probably know." I took out my phone, clicked on a group chat called "The Runaway Clown from the Circus", and checked the chat history.

"After all, Hawthorne's supernatural ability is very useful, and Fei Jia is a delicate and frail Jiaojiao." I stared at the screen, "It seems that I intend to let you be a raider—commonly known as cannon fodder for death."

I knew that it was impossible to pay wages. As long as the person who worked for him beat himself to death, he didn't need to pay money. Evil capitalist.

Hawthorne is cannon fodder, and someone else is really the killer.

"Plague feast, Pushkin?" I scratched my chin. "That fat, fat Michelin man?"

Hawthorne and Margaret looked at me blankly: Which one are you talking about?

"It's Pushkin." I gestured to them twice, "I heard his name before when I was in Russia. The ability is similar to a virus. He was nicknamed Queen Mother."

"The Queen Mother?" Margaret said, "Are you playing with me?"

"That's right." I showed the smile of the former head of the FFF group, "His supernatural ability can act on two people at the same time, forming a co-phagia, which is very, very suitable for couples to interact."

The Queen Mother and the Empress met each other on the Qixi Festival, how many pairs of fateful mandarin ducks died in his hands, what a crime.

"Co-phagia will affect two people." I held up two fingers, "After all, Pushkin is not a supernatural person who can be called on the stage, and now he is framed by Fei Jia as a free worker, his IQ is worrying. "

"If he can only target two people, who will he attack?" Excluding me who planted his abilities, the person in Yokohama who deserves Fyodor's attention is... Osamu Dazai?No, disqualification in the world is the biggest bug; Edogawa Ranpo?It was true that Mr. Ranpo was difficult to deal with, but it was not enough for Fei Jia to be the first to target him.

"Mr. Mori and Mr. Fukuzawa." I bent my fingers against my jaw and meditated, "To stir up conflicts between the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency, the fastest way is to attack the leader."

Mr. Mori, there are so many disasters and disasters. I just came back from Chief Dazai's side and I couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy for him.

Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky, who single-handedly provoked the war of kings in Tokyo and the night of the fog in Yokohama. All have his handwriting.The Napoleon of the criminal world, and the kind Russian who is in charge of Professor Moriarty, still owes me half a year's salary.

——The above, the most important is the last sentence, please keep in mind.

No one can not repay the money owed to me. For me who really regards money as my life, this is naked provocation and ridicule.

Oh, to think I'd forget it, my memory may be wrong, but my lost hair won't!During the six months of working in Russia, I lost more hair than I did in Yokohama for a year. If Bawang hadn’t warmed my soul, I would have no face to go home to meet the elders in my hometown.

Last time in Kaisai, because Fei Jia and Osamu Dazai were accomplices, I let him go for the time being, but obviously, if you don’t fight, you won’t die.

In order to let my dear friend Fei Jia know the cruelty of the world and the heavy blows of the iron fist, I decided to teach him a good lesson and correct his bad habit of making trouble from the root.

"Let me see what Fei Jia's first plan is..." I programmed half of the internal network of the Rat of the Dead House. Although Fei Jia changed a lot of programs, I have nothing to do with the backing Fear, in the world of the Internet, the green king is the master.

"Sure enough, what he plans to deal with is the port mafia and the armed detective agency." I glanced at the information sent to me by Bishuiliu, "After all, the detective agency has a small number of people, and Hong Kong gangsters are not easily captured unless there are insiders." Ghost, inner ghost..."

I stayed on a person's name with a strange expression, a bounty hunter with some skills in the other world, he recently took over a kidnapping mission.

Kidnapped: Weak Russians

Employer: A who is the least qualified among the five major cadres in Hong Kong and black

I don't feel sleepy when I see A.My old acquaintance, always at the bottom of my contempt chain, a top-notch idiot with no merit from inside to outside, a waste snack that looks smart but is actually better than honest people.

Just such a scumbag, I feel that he is too bullied even on the PK stage. If you want strength but no strength, you need IQ and no IQ. Even the standard beauty of Hong Kong and black cadres is inferior to others. Actually want to usurp the throne.

It was their senior Mori Ogai who usurped the position.

Who gave him the courage, Liang Jingru?

"Humans are really amazing creatures. He is so ordinary, but so confident." I looked at the big fat sheep A who was obviously targeted by Fyodor with pity, and I knew without guessing that Fyodor liked it. A The top-secret information collected by Hong Kong gangsters for the purpose of usurping the throne.

"What is the top-secret information inside Hong Kong?" I was curious. "Is it the photo of Alice collected by Mr. Mori, the "Nakaya who refuses to admit defeat this week" signed by Mr. Dazai, or the "Red Wine" published by Mr. Nakaya at his own expense. [-] ways to match it with a top hat"?"

If it is these words, I admit that I also want them, A, for the sake of our old colleagues, don’t make cheap for outsiders, sell them to me at a low price.

"Have you figured out a plan?" Seeing me lost in thought, Hawthorne asked me, thinking that I was thinking of some earth-shattering and ingenious plan.

"Of course, I have a good idea." I woke up from the fantasy, showing an enigmatic smile.

At sea, a luxury cruise ship pushed through the water and moved forward steadily. A, who hanged himself on the poker table, stuck out his long tongue, dying with regret.

He lost, and he was thinking too much about losing, so he quickly gave it away.I have seen so many difficult enemies, but I have never seen such a way to kill myself. Although I had expected it, Fyodor still stopped and admired it for two seconds before turning and leaving.

"All the internal information collected by A is here. He is really an arrogant person." Fyodor pulled out a thick stack of documents from the safe, ready to flip through them to confirm the authenticity, and then go home .

He turned over the first page of the top-secret information inside the Hong Kong gangsters, and the A4 paper was written with the following large characters in bold italics:

"Postpartum Care of Sows"

The author has something to say: Qianye: In fact, there are also "Tractor Operation Guide" and "Deciphering? The Mystery of False Pregnancy in Male Rabbits" at the back.