In order to survive, I do many jobs

Oda Sakunosuke is a natural man.The former genius killer is now an old father of five children. He is sincere and honest, without any fancy ideas.

He goes to work on time every day, leaves work on time, drinks on time, writes about raising children in his spare time, and longs for an ordinary life.

Today, the worldview is shattered in front of him.

"An Wu is an undercover agent, and so is An He?" The red-haired youth was full of doubts. Lupin's undercover concentration was too high and he issued an orange warning.

"Ke Anhe is only 15 years old." Oda Sakunosuke questioned, "Even if his father is an undercover agent of the Supernatural Secret Service, living in the sphere of influence of Hong Kong gangsters since childhood, she may not necessarily follow her father's old path, right? "

"The undercover work must be kept strictly confidential to the family. Unless her mother is also undercover, it is impossible for An He to know the true identity of her father." Oda Sakunosuke tried to convince Dazai Osamu that he always had more tolerance for children.

More importantly, which organization sent undercover agents to work under Dazai?Aren't you afraid that you will be taken to the torture squad as soon as you meet?

Me: Didn't Osamu Dazai transfer me there?I am wronged.

"How does Oda Saku know that Qianye's mother isn't an undercover agent?" Osamu Dazai waved his subordinates to leave, and returned to the Lupin Bar with Oda Sakunosuke, his voice was cold and confused, as if he had encountered a serious problem.

"Her mother An and Hezi are indeed not infiltrators of the Supernatural Secret Service." As soon as Dazai Osamu let Oda Sakunosuke heave a sigh of relief, he heard him say, "Because she is a member of the Black Organization." ——An underground organization that is active in the political and police circles and uses the name of wine as its code name."

Oda Sakunosuke:? ? ?

"It's very interesting. I was shocked when I found out just now." Dazai Osamu bent his eyes and smiled, the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Two undercover agents from different organizations started a family. I'm really curious about Qianye's life when he was a child." Ah, it must be interesting."

"Will it be interesting?" Oda Sakunosuke was taken off topic.

"Yes." Osamu Dazai leaned on the bar counter and poked the ice puck floating in the wine glass with his hand, "The details I know now are very interesting."

"I have never been to an amusement park, and there are no cute dolls or fairy tales that girls like in the room. The clothing brands in the closet are all adult models, and I probably brought them back when my mother bought clothes. Fits never worn."

"The last time I took Qianye home, I ran into a kind neighbor by accident. It is said that when she had a fever, she could only eat bread or eat unnutritious takeaways."

I chatted with my neighbors because I spent some time picking the lock, and I was bumped into by accident, so I didn't talk to Oda at the scene of the car rollover.

Osamu Dazai: Qianye's "family heirloom" is really fun, I want it.

Me: Then you marry... No, I didn't say anything.

"That's right. Originally, Qianye's birth should have been an accident. He just came here as an undercover agent, but with a child as a gift, even his biological parents would find it troublesome and cumbersome."

Unexpectedly born into the world, the spirit of dead ghosts who came back from the dead.

"It's so pitiful." Oda Sakunosuke tried to imagine, was such an optimistic child born into such a complicated family?

"Don't say that, Odasaku. Qianye doesn't feel sorry for herself." Osamu Dazai shook his finger, "She didn't feel traumatized by the cold violence of her parents without knowing it, and she didn't show that the child treats her poorly." The general admiration of parents."

"Strange, isn't it?"

"Strange?" Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of wine, "It feels normal."

"No." Osamu Dazai shook his wine glass, "Normal is the biggest anomaly, and such a family environment should not be able to support Qianye's current personality."

Anhe Qianye still has a bigger secret. After being resurrected from the dead, she herself is still a cloud of fog.

It's so interesting, I can't help but want to explore it.

I'm nestled in Dazai's swivel chair with a yummy stick in my mouth, engrossed in a game of Tetris, completely unaware that my poor vest is crumbling.

What qualifications does Osamu Dazai have to call the innocent Mr. Chuya a slug monster? He is obviously a fox who has become a spirit.

After eating a delicious bar, I opened Osamu Dazai's drawer and dug out my collection of snacks from under a pile of documents without changing my expression.

To tell you the truth, I can find my stash of snacks anywhere in Osamu Dazai's office, including the two drawers where he put his gun and his bandages.

Of course, it is not my fault that I will be so indulgent. It is Dazai Osamu's problem of breeding tigers.

"Ding——" Tetris fell like rain, and I was in a hurry, and the text message prompt made me GG instantly.

I took out my phone and found out that the letter who ruined my game record was actually Mr. Nakaya who was on a business trip abroad.

"? Why did he send me text messages?" I scratched my head and wondered, was my account hacked?

Imagine that a text message with Mr. Zhongye’s number sends a small advertisement such as “Limited purchase of hair growth artifact, buy one get one free”, “Secret medicine for growing taller, folk remedies are invalid and refundable” or “Your son/daughter remits money to XXXXXX in my hand Or tear up the ticket" fraudulent text message...

I really want to laugh, don't bully honest people!

I opened the text message slowly, fully prepared for it.

The only honest person in Hong Kong and black: Hey, tell me if you have anything to bring, I will buy it all at once today.

"Hmm... this should be a group text message, right?" I looked at Mr. Nakaya's tone, like a bad-tempered but reliable grumpy purchasing agent.

Is Mr. Nakaya a conscientious person who will buy for friends after going abroad?

he is.

I remembered that Mr. Nakaya was hit by my ability, and after that, the two blacks have not been on missions together, which means that my ability has not been lifted.

Because I was treated as a friend by him, so I also have my part in group texting?Not happy at all.

"Tong, my Tong! Am I too weak to be a human being?" I couldn't help calling my old father.

[Crisp failure? 】My central point is wrong.

"Mr. Dazai's wonderful dialect accent, don't mind it." I pressed the game console listlessly, "It's been a while since I came to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, and I haven't made a single friend."

【no?Don't Ozaki Momiji and Akutagawa Gin like our cubs very much? 】My boss comforted me, 【Our cubs are the cutest. 】

"Miss Hongye likes me because I'm a girl," I said soberly, "She likes all girls. Xiaoyin and I have a good relationship because of her brother, and I don't want to see Akutagawa Ryuzhi in a short time. between."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke is a typical case of my failure to make friends, and it satirizes me perfectly: a friendship that does not use supernatural powers is broken by a sentence, and it is so worthless that it makes people want to cry.

My popularity is obviously very good, how could it be so?

"Hong Kong gangsters are at odds with me." I came to a conclusion, "I can't stay here any longer, and I'll leave as soon as the mimic incident is over."

I was heartbroken by Hong Kong gangsters, and I want to leave this impersonal organization.

I didn't reply to Mr. Zhongye's text message, it's not worth sending mass messages, it's fake, it's all fake!

"Self-deception is so pitiful, why should I pity myself?" I opened a bag of marshmallows and stuffed my mouth, "A good boy doesn't need friendship, let me be beautiful alone."

The only honest person in Hong Kong and black: An He, don't you want anything?Do you want to eat chocolate?

Top Chef Cooking Mackerel: Eat!Thank you, Mr. Chuya!

"Oops, I couldn't help but reply when I saw the snacks..." I threw down my phone and threw myself on the sofa to beat the ground, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh with with with false feelings real,it's stupid to be a real person!The world is not worth it, Mr. Dazai, let us die for love!

"Okay." Dazai said casually.

I turned my head one by one like a machine stuck, only to see my amiable boss looking down at me from above.

"Mr. Dazai! When did you come back?" I carefully probed, calling my system frantically in my heart, "Didn't I just say what was in my heart? Can Dazai also read minds?"

[No, you read it, baby. 】The father of the system said sympathetically, 【From "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm poisonous and guilty" without missing a single word. 】

I'm numb, why did God treat me like this.

"Is it stupid to pretend to be a real person?" Dazai Osamu repeated my cry, with emotions in my eyes that I couldn't understand, "I thought Qianye was used to the effect of supernatural powers, and he wasn't quite confident before. Is it? I still care about the result."

"There's no way I can't care about it." I sat up from the sofa and tugged at the corner of my crumpled clothes, "You can make friends quickly with supernatural powers, but the feelings you get are false. Everyone understands the truth, But it still hurts."

"I tried my best to get along well with everyone, but..." I hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Akutagawa-kun, I thought I could become friends with him."

"But now Akutagawa trusts you very much." Osamu Dazai smiled vaguely, "In terms of the result, it is actually the same. But Qianye will not accept it."

"It's my fault, is it my fault?" He asked with a smile, tender and affectionate, and all the questions seemed to be unreasonable in front of him.

Me: ...Speak well when you speak!Don't put on your demagogic smile!

"A little bit." I made a little gap with my fingers, I was really unhappy, I wouldn't blame him, Akutagawa's status in my heart is not that high.

In comparison, Osamu Dazai is more important.

For that bullet's sake, my patience with him is boundless.

"Phew, I got a good answer." Osamu Dazai pulled out the chair and sat down face to face with me, pretending to have a detailed discussion, "I wanted to question Qianye sternly, but forget it, let's have a gentle chat."

Stern question... I'm so flustered, what are you going to do again?

Common sense in Hong Kong and black: When Dazai cadres start to have a whim, the people closest to him will be shrouded in bad luck, as if they are possessed by a degenerate spirit.

Abbreviation: Wanduzi.

I got up to 12 points, and thought over and over about my every move these days, where did Osamu Dazai violate the taboo, and whether there is still room for rescue.

"Is Qianye reviewing himself?" Osamu Dazai looked at me with his chin in his hands, "What did you think of?"

Since I came to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, the only thing worth mentioning is the three meetings I had with members of the Black Organization.The latest happened recently. When I went to Bodo, I found time to meet my future spear teacher.

"Bugs, no; location, no; consumer bills, no, safe." I won't be fooled, I clearly didn't show any flaws.

"Could you give me some hints?" I carefully probed, it's not good, it's not good, I can't figure out Dazai Osamu's thinking at all.

What did I do?Can't I change it?Give me a good time.

"Hint, um." Osamu Dazai tilted his head, slowly unwrapped the bandage on his wrist in a stagnant atmosphere, took out a new roll and prepared to put it on.

The bandages fell to the ground, revealing the pale skin and fine scars. The traces recorded the results of Osamu Dazai's suicide every time, which looked shocking.

"Everything, everything, Qianye concealed everything from me." The white bandages were tightly wrapped round and round, and my heart seemed to tighten accordingly, and I was almost out of breath.

Osamu Dazai is top-notch in psychological warfare.

I have so many things to hide from you, how do I know which one you want to hear.Want to expose myself, no way.

I pick and choose in my memory, and with a confessional tone, "I'm sorry Mr. Dazai, I didn't mean to add red oil chili sauce and tomato sauce to your crab porridge last week. It's because my netizen told me the same Colored food tastes better when put together, so I just want to try it.”

This amazing netizen likes to eat eggs with shells on. He introduced himself as Suehiro Tieshang. I think his name is very appropriate. His parents must be very wise.

After listening to him talk about the wonderful combination of food for a long time, my heart was moved, but I didn't dare to harm myself, so I prepared to persecute Osamu Dazai.

That day, I was fascinated by ghosts for a while, and I fell in love with Osamu Dazai's crab porridge.

As for Osamu Dazai, this strange creature, with the idea that "maybe you can succeed by eating it", he swallowed the whole bowl of porridge in one mouthful.

"I didn't mean to make Mr. Dazai go to the infirmary for gastric lavage." I was full of guilt, "I thought Mr. Dazai would just pour it out or just taste it and throw it away."

Who would have thought that you would be bored!Another day, I will go to Bodo to find Lin to buy a bottle of Erguotou, if you are bored, show me.

"What else?" Dazai Osamu put on the majesty of a boss, I felt even more guilty, and whispered: "I didn't mean to change Mr. Dazai's remark to 'stir-fried mackerel', I changed it to braised mackerel later... …Ah no, it’s steamed.”

Osamu Dazai looked at his subordinate silently, trying to pry open her head to see how strange her brain circuits are.

Let Qianye continue, today's questioning will not return to the right track.

"About Qianye's parents, doesn't Qianye have anything to tell me?" He decided not to go round and round, and I can tell him all the way from Yokohama to Italy.

"Tong! Is he talking about my father, my mother, or my parents?" I tried to admit that I was deaf, and I didn't want to face the reality.

【Your parents. 】My heart feels pity,【Don't think about it, just find out one, because Dazai Zhizhi is suspicious, how could he not also find out the other one by the way. 】

I'm dead, I'm gone, farewell to the world.

He really didn't believe the explanation last time. All I can deal with is the traces left by my parents at home. I have absolutely nothing to do with the loopholes they left during the undercover process.

Osamu Dazai found out about this, will he tell Mori Ogai about it?No, even if he doesn't say it, his subordinates will inevitably not leak it...

I was stunned suddenly, because just today, at the request of Osamu Dazai, who was half-threatening and half-suggesting, I used the ability on all his subordinates.After being hit by my ability, even if Mori Ogai presses them, they will not reveal half of the news.

Are... are you thinking about me?It really counts everything.

I'm more than half settled, it doesn't matter if I expose it to Osamu Dazai, he knows too many secrets, it's not bad, I just need to try my best to bring the matter to Ango-san, mimic and the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and let him think it's the best The first time I was in the coffee shop, I also contacted the government department.

Try to leave the Black Organization aside, the actions of vodka and gin are very covert, even if my mother is a member of the winery, but under the premise that my father and Mr. Ango are in the same group, Osamu Dazai would not have expected me and the wine The factory has already been in touch.

After all, my motives are beyond anyone's guess.It is normal for gangsters to want to abandon the dark and turn to the government organization. On the way to the government, they suddenly turn to another gangster organization. The logic of this kind of confusing behavior does not make sense.

"My parents? What happened to them?" I squeezed out two crocodile tears, trying to remember the absence of family ties and win sympathy.

"Don't cry, the physical tears you yawn and shed are more real than this." Osamu Dazai said speechlessly, Qianye's acting skills are really incredible.

"It's useless to lie, but I'm not here to ask for the truth." Osamu Dazai's words just made me hopeful, but the next sentence shattered all hope, "After all, the evidence is very sufficient, and Qianye's testimony is all invalid. "

"I'm only curious about one thing." Osamu Dazai raised his index finger and stared into my eyes, "How do you know that your parents are undercover agents?"

"When I went to Qianye's house for the first time, you cleaned up the traces they left behind. Qianye must have known it from the beginning."

"Couldn't they have told me themselves?" I asked rhetorically.

Osamu Dazai looked at me with a look of affection for a little fool, "Let's not mention the plastic relationship between Qianye and them... Your parents are from two factions, and they may not know each other's identity, let alone It's Qianye who is only 15 years old."

He really knows it all.

"...Don't look down on 15 years old." I used my last bit of strength to justify the names of middle school students who were my age but were already saviors. The eyes I looked at Osamu Dazai completely turned into eyes looking at monsters.

He's not human, I'm pretty sure.

"Are you still thinking of an excuse?" Osamu Dazai sighed, stretched out his hand to loosely hold the back of my neck, and forced me to look at him, the force was light but not to be struggled, and the dangerous breath poured out without any cover .

The dim medicinal fragrance is like an invisible cage, and the terrifying sense of oppression mixed with inexplicable ambiguity locks me up little by little. My sight falls on Osamu Dazai's pale lip color, and my mind goes blank.

I suddenly remembered the day when I followed him to the interrogation room. The enemy who refused to let go under the torture, just a few words, was defeated in front of Osamu Dazai, his personality was shattered, and his soul was dissected with tears and blood.

No prisoner dared not speak when Osamu Dazai was questioning him.That fear, only when it really comes before you, can you understand its weight.

I have deceived Osamu Dazai too many things. The excellent Erwu boy is born to understand the charm of lies and the art of using them. I never feel guilty, because this is a game between us.

Pressing every step of the way, tempting everywhere, the entangled vines co-exist in the sinful soil.

I licked my lips, and the tip of my tongue scraped against the tiger teeth. The long-lost excitement swept through my central nervous system.

"It's my ability." I trembled with excitement that I couldn't suppress, and said to Osamu Dazai, "It was my ability that told me."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai made a nice nasal voice, instead of letting go of me, he moved closer, his pupils were filled with the same interest as mine.

I think we are indeed very similar, the madness in the bones is exactly the same as the loneliness in the soul.

Without a crazy and strong heart, how can he withstand countless questions and tests, and how can he be enthusiastic about the profession that is destined to be crazy.

"My ability has two effects, active and passive," Osamu Dazai knew the active effect, he nodded imperceptibly, and waited for my next words.

"Passive action..." I reached out and hooked Osamu Dazai's neck, pulled him down a little, put it next to his ear, and whispered, "You can see the name and organization of the undercover agent."

I lay on Dazai Osamu's shoulders, I couldn't see his face clearly, only heard his breathing leaked.

Even Dazai Osamu couldn't guess this result, what an unreasonable ability, it's simply a natural bug.

"...What an amazing talent." After a long time, Osamu Dazai sighed, "It's really great that Mr. Mori didn't get it."

If Mr. Sen knew what he had lost, he would wake up crying even if he fell asleep.

Just thinking about it makes people happy.

Osamu Dazai released his hand from the nape of my neck, searched in his pocket, took out a milk-flavored lollipop, peeled off the wrapper, and stuffed it into my mouth.

I licked the sweetness in my mouth, Osamu Dazai actually has the habit of bringing candy with him, praise for it.

"Speaking of which," Osamu Dazai also peeled a piece of candy for himself, and held it in his mouth, with a small piece of his cheek bulging, "[Reliable little partner] Qianye made up the name, right? It's really going to fool people .”

Me: ...do you have any opinion on this simple and cute name?

I really didn't want to say the real name of the ability, so I chose to keep silent, pretending that my tongue was stuck with candy, and kept silent.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai looked at me in surprise, "You have told me the ability that needs to be concealed the most, but why can't you say your name?"

The bandage spirit's curiosity started to come online.

I covered my face and pretended to be dead, shaking my head desperately.

"Is it a shameful name? I have been trained professionally, and I will never laugh out loud." Osamu Dazai swore to the sky, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Gulu Gulu." I foamed at the mouth, trying to turn into a crab and crawl away.

"Qianye-chan~" Osamu Dazai leaned over sticky, "Tell me Qianye-chan, I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't hear the answer, Qianye-chan~Qianye-chan~"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm dead, I have nothing to do, I have nothing to do, and I have to burn papers." I collapsed and sat up, "Shall we talk about business? I have something very important to tell you."

Come on, let me change the subject, I can't talk today.

"Actually, I planned to reveal a little clue tomorrow that you doubt my father, and then tell you when you confront me."

My plan, big failure.

"Mr. Ango. Does Mr. Dazai know his real identity?" I asked Osamu Dazai.

Dazai Osamu's eyes became illusory, and he looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows boredly, "The undercover agent stationed in Hong Kong that mimics, or the undercover agent sent by Mr. Mori to mimic?"

Oh, this is the first time I know more than Osamu Dazai.

Even with the answer obtained by cheating, I feel that I have won the game, and I am very satisfied.

"Half the answer is correct." My words made Osamu Dazai open his eyes and look at me in surprise.

I shrugged my shoulders, I'm sorry Mr. Ango, the open and secret fight between the second and fifth sons is so cruel, I will not watch you lead Mr. Dazai into the ditch.

"Mr. Ango is an infiltrating investigator sent by the Supernatural Secret Service Division. He has been there since the beginning. Mr. Mori introduced the mimic to Yokohama for that special ability license." I finished the spoiler in one breath.

It's cool, go to hell Mr. Sen, meeting me is the disaster of your life.

Osamu Dazai thought everything through in an instant. He took off his black coat, took out his mobile phone as he walked out, and waved to me without looking back, "Going for thousands of nights and going out to work."

I:? ? ?What?That's it?

Don't you praise me?Praise me!don't go!stop!

Osamu Dazai, the devil, not only did not praise me, he also unceremoniously drove Mr. Chuya’s motorcycle away and ordered me to be his driver, running wildly on the streets of Yokohama.

"Odasaku, go pick up your children and transfer immediately." Dazai Osamu said to the person on the other side of the phone, "Don't go to the shelter provided by Hong Kong gangsters, and you can't go to the previous safe house. Find another place."

At night, Oda Sakunosuke, who suddenly received a call from Osamu Dazai, glanced at the time in a daze. There was a secret tension in his friend's voice. He immediately reacted and rushed out of the house with his coat.

"Qianye, you seem to be going in the wrong direction..." After hanging up the phone, Dazai Osamu put his hands on my waist, watching one car after another passing us in the opposite direction with a delicate attitude, and there were dangers everywhere.

"Retrograde is good, I like retrograde." I suddenly worked overtime with a blank face, and crazily insulted Osamu Dazai in my heart.

You don't praise me!Dog man, you don't praise me!I'm angry and can't be coaxed anymore.

Osamu Dazai laughed out loud, and buried his hairy head in the crescent of my neck. The dense moisture made his fair neck pink, but I remained expressionless.

It's just a physiological reaction, I'm not shy at all.

"Oh, Qianye is so cute." Osamu Dazai laughed so hard that tears almost came out, "Don't be angry, it's all thanks to Qianye's help this time." Just a word, how are you coaxing ghosts?

Six thousand words of rainbow fart, if one word is missing, I will crash your car and kill you.

Now, please start your performance.

The author has something to say: Qianye: Six thousand words!Not a single punctuation mark is allowed!

Zai: Okay, okay, no problem.By the way, neither car damage nor death can threaten me. Don't forget that this is Chuya's car.

Zhong Ye who is far away abroad:? ? ?