In order to survive, I do many jobs

The maple leaves that were burning like a fire fell from the treetops, spread on the sidewalk, and made a "rustling" sound when stepped on.

I deliberately picked up the place where the dead leaves were thick, and every step made a crisp sound, bouncing and jumping. With my superb artistic talent, I played a Croatian Rhapsody to Osamu Dazai on the spot.

Osamu Dazai: I didn't hear it, isn't this really a song of psychosis?I recommend you listen to "A Wonderful Date" and try it, it's exactly the same.

Tsk, the so-called art is the Hamlet in the minds of different people. It is too serious to appreciate the beauty of art. My art appreciation class is full marks!

Nioh Masaharu: Isn't that because you copied the minister's impressions for your homework after class?Sounds like you didn't fall asleep in some movie appreciation class.

This is a fact, and I am speechless.But the black-and-white mime is very hypnotic. I slept soundly, even more soundly than math class.

Yukimura-kun is not only my solid support in the study notes, but because of his identity as a delicate and sensitive boy, he is also the pillar of the art department, with excellent artistic talent, and his homework in the appreciation class is not wrong.

There is also classmate Niwang, a young sewing expert, who is the same as me in the home economics class, and my two groups are invincible in the world.

You weave and I cook, the sisters both return home~ return home~

I really miss it, except for the unreasonable Sanada-kun who is as unreasonable as a black-faced god, Li Haida has left me with many good memories.Back then, I was still young, living under the protection of Erwuzi’s parents. Although I didn’t have the warmth of a family, I was still a stable rice bug. I ate, slept and beat beans every day, and my life was calm.

Now I’m on an unknown number of boats, working around to make money for my life. If an identity counts as a shell, I must be the legendary Russian matryoshka doll. There is a high probability that I was an onion essence in my previous life.

What’s wrong with onions? It’s a must-have vegetable for health, sterilization, and appetizers. It can be sweet or spicy. Whether it’s Chinese food, Western food or a combination of Chinese and Western dishes, it has its figure. Xing Pingchuang really likes onions, and he takes it to play every time he adds medicine. .

Although the easy life is not bad, life is more interesting with ups and downs.If you cannot see new scenery and live in a stagnant environment, the fish will die due to lack of oxygen.

After leaving the vigorous time of youth, it is time to return to my bloody world.The hatred of killing me is unshakable, little brother, are you ready?

"Will the vice minister let us get involved?" Nioh Masaharu questioned as he walked, "After all, it's not in compliance with the rules for Grandpa Sanada to bring him in."

"Well, Sanada-kun will succeed the family's dojo in the future, and he may also work in the police system. Go and see if it's okay." I spun and jumped on the dead leaves, only to show a chic Thomas maneuver, "Based on Grandpa Sanada's Connections, a small exception will not get in the way."

The workplace is a society of human feelings, and I can't understand the king of the second-five boy who was born for this.

"But Qianye, counting this time, we are already in the game for the third time." Osamu Dazai folded his hands behind his head, and said slowly, "Ango knows, maybe he will cry again."

The files are still trying to clear up all kinds of dangerous matters mixed with gray areas, and a civil servant can't stand it.

Meeting us is a catastrophe in Mr. Ango's life, sympathize with him for two seconds.

Although Grandpa Sanada is a policeman in Kanagawa, but because the Yokohama border police have never been very helpful, and this incident is related to the king, the search headquarters was arranged in Tokyo, and the high school student detective Kudo Shinichi was also one of the specially hired personnel. .

Stepping into the police station skillfully, it was as natural as returning home. I raised my hand to say hello to the new boy, hello, it’s us again, are you surprised or surprised?

Xinyi: You two relatives, what are you doing again?Good luck meeting you guys!

"Isn't this Police Officer Megure?" Osamu Dazai glanced at Police Officer Megure, "You are really busy."

Mumu Thirteen, a model worker police department active in various studios in Tokyo, not only investigates various homicides, but also cares about the physical and mental health of every resident in Mihua Town. Osamu Dazai is his focus.

It’s hard to imagine that when I was in school, Osamu Dazai, who was salted at home but was suddenly visited by the police, had enough question marks in his heart to fill the entire Tokyo Bay.

It was an ordinary afternoon, Osamu Dazai was idly staying at home, ratcheting up my god-level account, when the sudden ringing of the doorbell forced him to break a combo, and he was instantly killed by the BOSS.

GAME OVER!

"Yes, come right away." With subtle displeasure, Osamu Dazai got up and was about to open the door.

Knocking on the door... salesman?

Sharkman's heart is about to move, let him talk about it, and share today's black mud.

But this idea just flashed through Osamu Dazai's mind. He put on a gentle and personable smile, opened the door of the house, and saw Sergeant Megure holding a small notebook with a serious expression.

"Police officer?" Osamu Dazai was rarely at a loss. He hasn't done anything recently, and the things he has done have been well finished. It is absolutely impossible for the police in Tokyo to find out. Could it be that Qianye is doing trouble again, showing the tip of the fox's tail , was caught?

She is not a careless child, force majeure?Or was the high school detective biting her hard?

In an instant, countless possibilities were arranged and combined in Osamu Dazai's mind, coping plan, aftermath treatment, remedial measures... In an instant, Osamu Dazai bent his lower lip, and ten thousand after-sales solutions had been formed, just waiting for the other party to make a move.

"Osamu Dazai, isn't that right?" Police Officer Meguro looked at his notebook and cleared his throat, "This month Mihua Town received a total of [-] rescue calls from people who committed suicide. Entering the well, floating away from the sewer, flying an unknown human-shaped object in the sky... etc., etc., after the police gathered, all of them were accidents caused by your personal actions, right?"

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, and immediately put on an obedient smile, "This is really... causing trouble to the police officer? I'm sorry, but I'm actually just experiencing life and pursuing the meaning of life along the way. I'm really sorry to disturb your work."

I suddenly miss Yokohama, at least the police there will never meddle in other people's business. Why do you Mihua Town Police Station still play this trick?Save some face for the grown-ups, if Qianye finds out, he will definitely be laughed at severely.

"Mr. Dazai is actually being visited at home on this day hahahahaha!" You can guess that Qianye will not only laugh happily, but may also be inspired to write a documentary literature and post it on her personal account with over a million fans On the account, invite the viewers to hahahaha together.

He had already thought of the topic for her——"The guardian who dropped out of school and was not working at home was visited by the police. The truth of the matter turned out to be——"

An He Qianye, a title master who loves shocking style and the art of blank space, his literary works are sold with absurd sand sculptures, and each fragment is worth pondering carefully as a sketch.

But the person who was used as a cross talk material would never be able to laugh.

In the past, it was Mr. Nakaya Kazumori who bore this tragic fate, but now it is Dazai Osamu himself. He said that he can't, he can't.

The conscientious police officer Mugure was not fooled. In the next hour, he gave full play to the magic tricks he had learned from talking with the lost boy in the past. The safety knowledge lectures with rich sound and emotion come with a guide to the meaning of life.

In the end, the middle-aged policeman patted Osamu Dazai on the back, his voice choked up, and his words were sincere, "I see you as if I were looking at my child, you are still young, don't worry about it, don't care about anything else, pollution Water resources are always bad. Water is the source of life, as the saying goes, people have five elements, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth..."

Osamu Dazai sat on the sofa numbly, listening to the police officer beside him who was like a teacher talk about gossip from the five elements, then from the gossip to Zhouyi, and then from Zhouyi to cultivation, as if he could ascend to the upper realm at any time, and the fairy in his ears Le Miao Miao, the human soul has been washed and sublimated.

Osamu Dazai: Let me wake up from this oxidized and rotten world. Qianye will be out of school in two hours. If she bumps into this scene, I might as well kill myself with a piece of tofu.

I suddenly want to eat hard tofu. I don’t know how the specialty of Yokohama-Internet celebrity tofu shop is doing. Queuing is very time-consuming. It’s more convenient for Qianye to catch the little dwarf and run errands...

Chuya Nakahara, who was cue innocently: Huh?Are you two sick?

Qianye: Huh?I obviously didn't appear in this paragraph, why did Mr. Nakaya scold me, I don't accept it!

Osamu Dazai: Because when it comes to persecution, Qianye is the best (spreading hands).

Police officer Megure, who met me and Osamu Dazai again at the police station, was very calm. As expected of a police officer bound to death, he has an amazing big heart.

Because of Grandpa Sanada's strong relationship and the special approval document produced by Scepter4, under the eyes of Shinichi who couldn't help complaining, Officer Megure still let us in.

The joy of going through the back door is so refreshing no matter what time it is.Death Boy, please give me your advice.

"Why are you here?" Genichiro Sanada, who was helping his grandfather organize the files, was stunned when he saw us, "Is the game over?"

He was busy for several days and didn't have time to contact Yukimura Seichi.

"Victory Yukimura-kun." I waved at him, "Sanada-kun, how is the case going?"

"Irrelevant personnel can't inquire about relevant information." Genichiro Sanada shook his head at me. He didn't know much. His grandfather only said that it was a case that they could not intervene in, and that there would be a department in charge of special events to take over.

Blind, why am I not considered an insider, I am also a victim, okay, the only way to relieve the hatred in my heart is to beat the dog in the water myself, and no one can stop me.

However, as Sanada-kun said, Police Officer Megure and Grandpa Sanada are both police officers who abide by professionalism and will not easily reveal clues to us.However, if I can't even do this little thing well, where will I put my face as the king of the second and fifth sons?

Don't forget, I'm a boss. As a member of an evil organization, how could the former leader not be an undercover agent in the police station.

These are all my wealth now, and Erwuzi chooses to follow the king of Erwuzi, which is very reasonable.

I stood behind Osamu Dazai, put my head against his back as a cover, quietly took out my mobile phone, and sent a message to my secretary [Salt and Pepper Mackerel], asking him to contact him even though I was out of town. No. But I totally don't remember the undercover classmate.

False password master - set a password casually to be deciphered by a famous detective.

A real password master - he himself does not know the coding principle and cracking method.

As long as I forget the information before the enemy, it is impossible for the enemy to get any clues from me.

The efficiency of the secretary is impressive, and he is indeed the first chosen son who was given a code name by me at a glance. After a while, the undercover classmate with the code name [Sauce-cooked Mackerel] sent information to him, a lazy BOSS who was sitting on his hands.

"Oh, classmate Jiang Bao is very good." I praised my capable subordinates to Tongtong in my heart, and my old father of the system was able to extract keywords for me, and instantly shortened the professional information that was longer than the thesis. For a few text messages, I happily kissed it several big mouthfuls.

I love you, my Tong!

Time is money, and I glanced at the text message to get a general idea of ​​the situation.

Recently, there have been more and more negative cases against Jungle, but because of my early warning, the response was faster than the water flow, and it did not have much impact.The battle of public opinion is exactly what Jungle is good at, where keyboard kings gather. They have basically stabilized passers-by in the field of public opinion, and the horn of counterattack is about to sound.

The fifth king, the Green King, is the most powerful king under the second king, the Gold King. His whereabouts are treacherous and his style is mysterious. The clan is maintained by an anonymous network, and the core members are hard to find.

Compared with the seemingly no younger brother, the strength has always been the weakest colorless king among the seven kings, and he has an overwhelming advantage over Shuiliu.

The essential reason why the colorless king can backstab and escape for so long is that the demon Fyodor who hides behind the colorless king and uses him as a spearman is causing trouble.

As a villain called "good mind" by Osamu Dazai, the Colorless King is a younger brother in front of him.

But now, when Bishuiliu is gradually grasping the situation and starting to fight back, it is definitely not the style of a mouse to confront the king directly. It is more likely to avoid its edge, accumulate strength, and hold back.

I stared at the message sent by my younger brother, which highlighted some weird cases that happened recently: the murderer is clear at a glance, and the evidence is clear, but the person involved resolutely refuses to admit the facts of his crime. He firmly believes that the police made a mistake and would rather die than plead guilty.

Not just one or two, but so many, so many that some materialists wonder if it might be ghosts.

There may be species called ghosts in this world, but the human heart is a more unpredictable fog than ghosts and gods.

Events that cannot be resolved in the outer world are taken over by the residents of the inner world.In Yokohama, where supernatural powers are frequent, there are Sansha, in Hakata, where the killer-network is mature, there is the Revenge House, and in Tokyo, where fish and dragons are mixed, there are of course Fushiin and Scepter4.

If it was written by the devil, the aftermath would not be so rough.

I truncated, deleted, and deleted the messages on my phone to Osamu Dazai, who I used as a physical barrier. He leaned against me peacefully, blocking the bright incandescent lights in the corridor of the police station for me, and surrounded me in his shadow. middle.

The message was sent successfully, and there was a buzzing sound. Osamu Dazai curled his fingers, took out the handheld from his pocket, turned on the screen, and glanced at it.

"That's right." He said softly, obviously having figured out all the tricks.

Although I can also think on my own, is it not good to copy the reference answers?Every student understands the sense of peace after checking the questions with Xueshen. Quickly, check the answers with me to see if it is what I think.

"The colorless king was thrown away by the devil as an outcast." Osamu Dazai chuckled, rubbing the cold phone screen with interest, "How should I put it...it is indeed his style."

Because if it were him, he would do the same.

"Didn't Qianye want to trouble the Colorless King?" Osamu Dazai fiddled with his phone, his voice reached my ears through the resonance between his body, I heard him laughing sullenly, the small piece on his forehead The position is numb, "There will be a chance soon."

"The devil Fyodor... probably will use him one last time. The abandoned pawns are very pitiful. It is a good idea to use the hands of the green king to hurt both kings."

Your tactics are really dirty, I was tsk tsk tsk in my heart, and at the same time I was about to move, always ready to blast my little brother.

I don't know what my younger brother's last dying struggle was. Forget it, no matter how much it is, my sister will definitely teach you how to be a human being.

"Buzz—" There are new text message reminders calling me, or two at a time.

It happened that my mobile phone was still in my palm, so I opened it casually, and suddenly there were too many slots.

Gin: There is a mission tomorrow.

Vodka: Xinar, have you heard from your brother?Something bad happened. One of the casinos under the organization was shady, and the person in charge absconded with money.The eldest brother interrogated all night without any results. This matter is very evil. You will go investigate with us tomorrow.

Xinar II: ...

Sinar II: OK

Well, the case is solved. I am worthy of being a legendary detective. There is no need for reasoning, and the clues will hit me by themselves.It can be seen that the fate of the little brother being violently beaten is so predestined, the police are still struggling to find clues, and the news channel of the king of the second and fifth boys will always be the strongest.

According to Detective Dazai's reasoning, the Colorless King was played around by the devil the whole time, how could he provoke the winery for no reason?It must be part of the devil's conspiracy, let me see, he attacked a casino, and then the person in charge absconded with money... and absconded with money...

Hiss, my friend, are you from the poor family like me?It's too much to get money so fast.

But, isn't it easy to make money for a person like Osamu Dazai who is full of eyes and minds?In particular, the devil doesn't have any moral lower limit, so he won't be short of money to the extent of scheming around.

Difficult to say...

Yes, it must be so!The devil has an organization to raise!

Only when you become a BOSS can you understand how important the capital chain is, and no amount of money is enough. If this man is a social animal who works hard to support his family like me, his behavior can be easily explained: anyway, he is going to take the colorless king Getting into the ground, provoking one more organization will make it harder for him to escape, and he can also earn extra money by the way, why not do it?

Since it is an organized person under the banner, I can't sit still.Friends, does your company have five insurances and one housing fund?Is there a year-end bonus?Is there paid time off?Is there a group building tour with family members?

If you have all of the above, or none of the above but your basic salary and commission salary are high, is your company still recruiting?Do you see me okay?A young expert with a lively atmosphere. A national first-class cross talk master. As long as you give money to kill and set fire, an elite villain who is proficient in everything. A top chef who is good at 108 cooking methods of mackerel. There is nothing wrong with cross talk, disco games, live rehearsals, and sketches. I really don’t pick me ?

At this time, I didn’t know that Fyodor the Demon had two major organizations under his name, the “Rats of the Dead House” and the “Five Decays of Heaven and Man”. If I knew that I was online with him, my main task progress bar would double. experience points, I will never let this "three good" boss go.

It doesn't matter whether you are an enemy or a friend, as long as you give money, you are right.

Maybe another friend wants to ask, haven’t I already made a big fortune from the previous leader, why did I suddenly start short of money again?

Human desires are really endless. Although I can't pick up my own life, my shopping spirit has always been suppressed in my heart by myself and has never been extinguished.

As the saying goes, the money you earn is to be used, and a person who lives a lifetime is happy.In the case of ensuring the basic survival needs and life needs, it is time to pursue spiritual needs.

... Having said so much, to put it simply, I want to chop my hands again.

I was wrong, but I couldn't stop adding to the shopping cart. Friends who are also girls who eat dirt must understand me, right?Spending money is much more fun than making money!

The thing is this: I saw a super-looking men’s formal suit in a magazine some time ago, imitation knight suit style, platinum gold, low-key luxury, a set of clothes that requires a lot of models.In all fairness, the young model in the magazine looks handsome, but he doesn't have that kind of temperament, that kind of indescribable luxury and elegance mixed with violence and danger.

By analogy, it’s like Mr. Dazai slowly wiping away the blood on his fingers with a white handkerchief in the torture room in Hong Kong.Standing in the dark torture room, with a spotless appearance, the blood of the Mafia is flowing inside, only a little blood that cannot be wiped off between the fingers reveals the harmless and deadly fangs.

Just one look at this formal suit set my artistic soul on fire, and I wish I could grab my queen model and take [-] photos immediately.My soul grabbed the collar of my body and shook it desperately, "Buy it! Buy it! Why don't you buy it! Where did your professionalism as a chef go!"

To this day, I finally understand why Mr. Mori is so keen on buying a dress for Alice. She looks so good-looking, so why don’t you wear two more sets of clothes for others to see?

"Everything has been decided. My birthday wish this year is to buy this suit and let Osamu Dazai wear it for me." I clenched my fists with high spirits.

[... Zai Zai bought clothes, gave them to him, and then... Is this Zai Zai's birthday wish? 】My commander spoke slowly, isn't this right?On Zai Zai's birthday, why is she the one who gave the gift?

Me: Needless to say, does Osamu Dazai seem like someone who can afford gifts?It would be nice to pick a wild flower on the side of the road and give it to me, but it would be better to make a wish and let him be a clothes hanger for a day.

Besides, my birthday is in winter, and there seems to be no plum blossoms growing nearby. I don't know if the dogtail grass can survive tenaciously.

It doesn't matter, just be happy, I will fight for what I want, I don't need others to give it to me.

For the sake of us being social animals, Mr. Demon Fyodor, offer a share?

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Qianye: This is the first time I understand Mr. Mori in this way, and it turns out that the fate between people is so wonderful.

Zai: Qianye sauce... What misunderstanding do you have about my financial situation?

Qianye:?I also paid for the tavern's credit a few days ago, are you not guilty of saying that?