In order to survive, I do many jobs

"Name?" The sound of clicking the keyboard sounded businesslike, and the light reflected from the computer screen made the young man's face look gloomy, as if he was desperate for life.

"Uh, don't you know? Anhe, Anhe Qianye." The wronged soul on the opposite side of Wuchang helplessly tucked his hands into his sleeves, posing in the classic farmer's pose with a disillusioned look on his face.

"age?"

"Two weeks away from turning 16."

"Underage, tsk... go to school?"

"Ice Emperor Academy First Year Class A──Don't you have my file? Why do you have to ask again?" Sitting on a small bench, I couldn't bear to ask Fushimi Saru Hiko, my eyes full of doubts, "Just put You just knocked out for a while, so you can't be so stingy, right?"

What happened to the underage?Did the underage eat your rice?

Fushimi Saruhiko broke the pen in his hand with a click, the veins on his forehead popped out, and the purple and blue marks on the back of his neck were still aching, which showed that the murderer was not as merciful as she said.

I'm a little bit harder, so don't say no if you're a man.

Under Fushimi boy's resentful gaze, I stared back at him unjustly and confidently, expressing vividly my dissatisfaction with this conversation.

There are two people in the small black room, a man and a woman, one of whom is carrying metal handcuffs, and the other is a young girl who is powerless, would you be satisfied with it?I almost called the police.

Well, he seems to be a public official.Miserable, I, miserable.

Who is Fushimi Ape better than the ancient?you?Powerless?You look at my knife and say it again?

Fushimi Saru Hiko, let me emphasize one last time, this is a living room, not a small black room, put away the yellow waste in your mind.

I exce?Put the surveillance camera on the face of the guests in your living room?Really long experience.

The private chat room is fully monitored and recorded 24 hours a day, and the little red dot is so dazzling that I can't pretend to be blind.To put it nicely, it's the emphasis on the guests, but in fact it's purely Stoka's behavior, the weird and evil taste of the blue king Munakata Reiji.

"The head of the department asked for another information check to clean up your extremely black file." Fushimi Saruhiko took out a new pen from the drawer and twirled it with his fingertips, tapping with one hand Keyboard, "Tsk, there is also the information registration of the king. You have only been in Tokyo for a few months, and most of my overtime work is to clean up the mess you made."

Smell, I, who had an arrogant face just now, lowered my head and pointed my fingers in embarrassment, and the guilt in my heart burst out like a small mushroom after the rain.

That's right, Fushimi boy Sangu Thatched Cottage fished me and my guardian out of the prison, and he was always there with a phone call, comparable to a humanoid self-propelled tool man. I'm really embarrassed to do this to him.

"Didn't I tell Mr. Munakata to let you rest for a while? Why did you wake up so early?" Even if you wake up with a headache and want to die, coma is also a kind of sleep, and social animals will cherish every precious moment sleep time.

It’s okay not to mention this matter, but when it is mentioned, Fushimi Ape Bigu has the heart to kill people, he took a deep breath, his teeth were itchy, “Some jobs can only be done by me, after absenteeism, all things will be piled up before the dead line ──Are you trying to kill me?"

He, a civil servant in Tokyo, has no weekends or annual leave, a 24-hour online perpetual motion machine, is accompanied by a computer day and night, has a ghost boss and naive teammates, and a young tame who belongs to a hostile force. Full of a bolt from the blue.

I saw Fushimi Saruhiko's eyes immediately filled with love and sympathy. This child's life is too hard. Even though he has only one job, he is worse off than me who has multiple jobs. Looking at him is like seeing a kind person. Mr. Ango.

I looked at Fushimi boy's thick hair with relief and envy, it's so good, he even saved the money to buy Bawang.

"The last form, fill it out and let you go." Fushimi Saruhiko and I compromised peacefully, "Don't look at me with that suspicious look, it's really the last one."

"You said the same thing half an hour ago." I said indifferently, "Where is Mr. Pan? I asked for help outside the venue,"

"He has to fill out more forms than you, so give up." Fushimi Aruhiko ruthlessly rejected my request, "The same goes for the Green King. You are an accessory, and he is the principal offender."

If you don't fill it in, you will be caught in the game. Sceter4 specially prepared a special prison for each king, and the used red king agreed.

Being dependent on others, I glanced at the complicated chart pushed in front of me, and picked up the pen resignedly.

Now I can fully understand Bishuiliu's reluctance to expose himself to the official line of sight.Just filling out the form exhausted all my energy, and I had to sit here and listen to the Fushimi boy give me science popularization about the rights and obligations of being a king. Go through years.

Although Mr. Guochang Road Dajue and Mr. Munakata Reiji accepted my proposal and reached a temporary settlement with Jungle.But the pigtails of "gathering a crowd to make trouble" and "break and enter a private house" were caught by these two dirty adults. I pinched my nose to recognize the former, but what is that behind?

Is the Imperial Pillar Pagoda your home?Don’t lie to me if I have studied, is your house built as high as a chimney?

I'm not alarmist, do you know how dangerous high-rise buildings are in this scientific society?Build one and blow up the other, and set a fixed time every year. It can be called the annual fireworks show in Tokyo. The local residents are not surprised.

Cherish life, stay away from Mihua and keep safe.

While diverging my thoughts, I bit the tip of my pen and studied the chart in my hand. Under the tip of the pen was a map of Tokyo, with various regions marked in different colors, like an overturned paint plate, full of paint.

The metal nib hovered on the paper, and the pen barrel twirled twice between my fingers. I propped my head and tapped the table, raised my eyes slightly and asked Fushimi Saruhiko sincerely, "Friend, what do you think of me? Where else can we enclose territory?"

This map is nothing but the division of the seven kings.The irascible old man, such as the Red King, also acquiesced to the self-government principle of non-interference between the kings, and the town of Zhenme belonged to him, and trespassers died.

Due to its own structural problems, the jungle is the most scattered, with the base camp where I stay as the center and radiating outward.Uncle Pan used to have his own jurisdiction, and now he follows Bishuiliu, so the blue and gray colors in the picture are folded into one.

The status of the colorless king is more subtle.Not to mention the stupid fox before, the admirable Master Miwa is the coordinator and balancer of the Seven Kings. He lives in seclusion all year round, with few clan members, and lives in the mountains and suburbs most of the time.

I'm still young, why do I want to live in seclusion in the mountains, without ifi, wouldn't my status as the god of games be handed over to others?No way!

"I thought you would choose the same area as the Green King, just like the Gray King." Fushimi Saruhiko said, "Why, are you going to do it alone?"

Go it alone...the only two areas on the map that are not covered are Nishimori Town and Mihua Town, choose one of the two, and where I choose, my future cemetery will be there.

"No," I poked my cheek with the pen cap, and said distressedly, "Why do you assume that I will be stationed in Tokyo? I am from Yokohama."

Where did you put my happy hometown? Mr. Anwu is still waiting for me to save his precarious hairline. How can I cruelly abandon him and tear up the friendship that belongs only to social animals?My conscience will not allow me to do this.

"Yokohama may be a bit difficult." Munakata Reishi pushed open the door of the living room and nodded politely to me, "Your Excellency the Green King and the Gray King are guests at the Pillar Tower, I think Miss Anhe is more suitable for me to be the king Orientation matters—your situation is quite complicated."

"So, you can leave after filling out the last form. Sure enough, you are cheating on me, right? You sceter4 are too vengeful." The nape of the neck is too fragile, why blame me.

"I'm sorry, if you don't mind, please try Awashima-kun's red bean paste dessert." Reji Munakata pushed his glasses to cover the flashing light in his eyes, "It's her masterpiece."

I have only encountered the combination of "proud work" and "cuisine" in one person——Osamu Dazai, the vitality stew series, the source of nightmares in my life.

For some reason, I have an ominous premonition that I am afraid that I have entered the wolf's den.

The office layout of Munakata Reisi's head is very strange. A space is subtly divided next to the traditional desk to make a Japanese room. On the tatami, unfinished puzzles are laid out leisurely, and Fushimi boy is too busy to eat. The dire situation is in stark contrast.

I stared at the green bamboo planted indoors for two seconds, and the cuties greeted me happily while eagerly saying, Your Highness, absolutely, absolutely do not eat the red bean paste made by the deputy chief himself!

Wow, sceter4 really tried to murder me, right?I've seen through your conspiracy, you black-bellied ghost and animal glasses!

I sat down in the Japanese room while complaining.The woman who was waiting in the office ahead of time was making a pot of tea, and the white mist that rose up was wafting in the air. I suspected that she had removed the smoke alarm in advance, otherwise the automatic fire extinguisher would have drowned us.

Seri Awashima, whom she only met in the gray mist, is an intellectual professional woman. Her face is exquisite, her clothes are neat and her back is straight. Except for the black unidentified object stirred in her hand, the years are quiet and peaceful.

The ghost of the abyss roared in the bowl cover, and the indescribable mysterious liquid slowly fell down the Leaning Tower of Pisa. With the rotation of the stirring spoon, the paste that seemed to be crushed viscera splashed along the wall of the cup, leaving burnt Burnt black spots.

This pile of beep──, you tell me it is red bean paste? ? ?

I refuse to admit that the things in her hands are bean products. Don’t think that putting some decorations can turn bombs into food to blind my eyes of wisdom. Even if I die here, I won’t eat a bite of your red bean paste.

Seeing me take a seat, the blond-haired beauty in uniform pushed me the teacup and refreshments, "Please use."

I pretended that I was a blind man who could feel elephants, staring at Seri Awashima's upturned hair without turning his eyes, and took a sip from my teacup.

"Hot, hot, hot!" I hissed, and while sticking out my tongue, I took a big sip of the ice drink closest to me. The thick rustling taste was sweet but not greasy, it was perfect!Whose takeaway is it, I will order ten cups and eight cups from him today!

"Isn't it delicious?" Seri Awashima picked up the red bean paste in front of him, and said to me in a flat, fanatical voice, "The combination of selected red beans and special secret recipes finally brews the best red bean paste, no If you mind, there are still many in the refrigerator."

What, what? !My pupils trembled, and it is true that things cannot be judged by appearances. I am too narrow-minded when I only look at appearances. I apologize for my ignorance.

I put down the empty cup, sat upright, and made a really fragrant voice, "Okay, please give me another one, if I can add some honey, I will die without regret."

"Huh? Isn't it sweet enough?" Seri Awashima stopped stirring the red bean paste, lost in thought, "How..."

"Red bean paste! Be sure to add honey!" I held her hand affectionately, "Don't be afraid of sweetness, there is nothing to be afraid of sweetness! The God of sugar will definitely bless its believers, believe me, add it! Add it to death !"

On the side, Munakata Reiji held up his teacup to cover the corner of his twitching mouth, and took a sip of tea brewed in boiling water as if nothing had happened. Not surprisingly, he found that his deputy commander had "surrendered to the enemy" in just a few seconds.If they don't stop them, An and Qianye may rush to the fruit shop downstairs to buy a peach in the next second, and come up to worship Guan Gongyi and marry Jinlan with Seri Awashima.

The new colorless king, for some reason, if one word had to be used to describe her, Reiji Munakata would choose this word-"demon nature".

"I can't see through it at all." Munakata Reiji thought to himself, this trouble has nothing to do with his IQ, it's all because he is too normal to understand the brain circuit of a sand sculpture.

This sand sculpture is actually contagious, if she is allowed to live in sceter4 for ten days and half a month, everyone may be assimilated by her.Look at Fushimi-kun, who is usually sensible and reliable. He almost had a double act with this girl in the small black room, and his hidden comedy talent almost broke through the ground.

No, he still wants a group of normal subordinates, let him be grateful.Thinking about it like this, I can't help but admire Mr. Panzhou. It must be very difficult to live with a group of problem children. It seems that there is no normal person in the jungle from top to bottom, which is really difficult for him.

"Ah! Who's talking about me, Uncle?" Panzhou Tianji, who was drinking in the Yuzhu Pagoda, shook the bottle, looked at Bishuiliu who was negotiating with Dajue on Guochang Road not far away, and said lazily Laughed out loud, "The child has grown up in no time, it's very good, uncle, I can retire too!"

"...Mr. Munakata said that Yokohama is troublesome, what exactly do you mean?" I put down the second bowl of red bean paste, and asked the seemingly reliable King of Blue, "It means the moment I step into the border of Yokohama. Will it be decapitated and dragged to fill the sea?"

"Hey, the law and order in Yokohama is much better than before, please don't say that." Reiji Munakata showed me the information on the projector, "I learned from Ms. Anhe's resume that you used to be a high-level member of the port mafia , once achieved the position of deputy to the five major cadres?"

"Yes, and then I eloped with my boss." I took it calmly, expressing my dissatisfaction with their bureaucratic thieves' habit of turning over old scores.

"After you left the Port Mafia, you were recruited by the Supernatural Secret Service. There was nothing wrong with that, and they have been cleaning your files—if you hadn't been chosen by the Dresden Slate to become the king." Reiji Munakata pushed his glasses, "Miss Anhe, I hope you know that there is an indelible difference between kings and ordinary people. The world you come into contact with will be completely different from before."

"For example?" I raised my hand in a confused manner, "Give me a chestnut?"

"The most intuitive example is that Mr. Kunizōji Dajue holds the lifeline of the whole of Japan, and all the kings are at the same level as him in the administrative level." Reji Munakata said, "Simply speaking, in the government system, no one can Claiming to be your superior, or he is defying all kings."

It is commonly said that I have been deprived of my status as a wage earner, and I can no longer proudly claim to be a proud wage earner.

I didn't catch my breath and almost died on the spot.

What do you mean, has the offer sent to me by the Supernatural Secret Service Division been hissed?Stop talking, I'm smashing the goddamn Dresden slate right now, taking someone's job is equivalent to killing their parents, your number is gone.

"Do you know the pain of being forcibly interrupted when the progress bar of stamp collection reaches 99?" I covered my heart, "Needless to say, I'm going to bravely break into the Royal Pillar Tower and fight with the stone slabs now."

"Please don't be impatient." Reji Munakata put down his teacup, pressed his palm down, and said in a calm and calm voice, "I have another proposal here, Miss Anhe can consider it."

"If sceter4 is trying to recruit me, my answer is that it's okay to name me, and I don't need to talk about anything else." I folded my arms and drew a big cross, "Fushimi boy told me that you have no weekends or annual leave, and you still work 24 hours a day. I reject."

"That's what he said?" Munakata Reji snorted, "Actually, we have a normal working system of five to nine and weekends, but there is a little more overtime. We also have a year-end party. You like bearded glasses ?"

"Bearded glasses?" I touched my chin, "It's a good idea, it can be used in my cross talk someday."

"It's really versatile," Munakata Reiji sighed, "But I'm not referring to sceter4, but another force stationed in Yokohama. I wonder if Ms. Anhe has heard of it?"

"Military and police special forces, code-named Hound."

Hounds, of course I've heard of them.My father from the Supernatural Secret Service Division was deeply in love with Ms. Cang Yezi, the deputy head of the Hound, before his undercover mission. However, he didn't even remember his name, and his unrequited love made the tragedy worse.

"Is there any difference between the military and the police?" My political teacher walked away peacefully.

"There is a big difference. For example, Mr. Guochang Lu Dajue, his rank in the military is 'Lieutenant'." Different from commanding the country politically, the military has its own independent system, and the privileges of the king are not closely related to it. .

I said, "You mean I can't go to the Supernatural Secret Service Section, their section chief will drive me out, but the military and police are willing to take in me who is homeless?"

Munakata Reisi, "It's not impossible to drive him out, but he has to abdicate when you go in. Do you want to try?"

No, no, Mr. Anwu will die on the spot for me to see. I already have a group of mackerel boys who are waiting to be fed.

"It's okay to go to the hound." I don't choose, anyway, there is no essential difference between the two to me. The new part-time job is just a new fish in the fish pond.

"But the status of a non-staff member of the Supernatural Secret Service must be reserved for me!" I said firmly, "I once promised an old friend that I would be a member of the Supernatural Secret Service when I was born, and a ghost of the Supernatural Secret Service when I died. Days and nights when I was bald for work, my spirit was always with him, this friendship and bond that belonged to social animals will not be broken due to the change of identity, our friendship will last forever!"

Reiji Munakata: "Is the old man you're talking about, Mr. Yasugo Sakaguchi, a civil servant who was so happy that he burst into tears after Sceter4 took over the responsibility of controlling you and your guardian, and almost ran naked and screamed to tell the world that he got rid of the big trouble?"

I nodded, "Yes, it turns out that Mr. Munakata knew Mr. Ango, he must have told you our touching friendship story, right?"

No, he wanted to block you the first time he received a call from the Tokyo police, but your guardian's network skills are so good that he has not been able to get what he wanted.

"I will find a way for you with a nominal identity," Munakata Reiji tried to end the conversation that was gradually drifting. "The Hound and the Supernatural Secret Service Division have been cooperating. You can go there as a liaison officer."

"Okay." As I listened, I suddenly felt something was wrong.I'm still studying in Tokyo, so why are you acting like a sub who wants to pack me up and send me back to Yokohama in the next second?

What scares me even more is that this doesn't seem to be my illusion.

Reiji Munakata called up Dazai Osamu's file which was too dark to see in front of me, and told me in a cold tone of "everyone go back to work overtime" that they will use the forces of Shishiin and sceter4 to go full speed within two weeks Clean up the white files for me, Osamu Dazai, and Sakunosuke Oda, let us go back and forth from where we came from, pack our bags and go home for the New Year.

"Why?" My hamster was terrified. "Have you considered my academic problems? The arrest warrant of the port mafia may still be hanging in the streets and alleys of Yokohama. If I transfer to the sea, my classmates will often be involved."

"Because we need you to return to Yokohama." Reiji Munakata looked into my eyes, "The reform measures you proposed are being further studied by Mr. Guo Changlu Daijue. Reference and reference."

"Outsiders cannot get to know a city in a short period of time. In the three-moment concept, you are familiar with at least two parties, and there is no more suitable candidate than you." He said firmly, "Every king has his own obligations. , staying in the ivory tower will only waste your talent."

The hole I dug myself, I have to fill it up even when I cry.I touched my conscience of Schrödinger's existence, and then thought that Bishuiliu's bright eyes when he talked about ideals are my responsibility, and I cannot escape.

"I understand." Breaking into the enemy, bah, inside the friendly side, I am a professional, and I am good at passing information and communicating with each other, so I only have one last question, "What about my student status?"

"..." Reiji Munakata changed the subject nonchalantly, "Do you want us to reimburse you for the ticket back to Yokohama? Do you prefer a hard sleeper or a soft sleeper?"

"Don't change the subject!" I clapped my hands on the table with an angry expression, "Say! Do you want me to drop out of school and work for you? God damn capitalist!"

Is it the police station?I'm going to sue them for child labor.

The author has something to say about Anhe? Forced to drop out of school? Qianye will one day kill all the capitalists in the world with a knife

Munakata Reishi retains his student status and self-studies the college entrance examination to find out, you can do it, I am very optimistic about you

Zai um, are you going back to Yokohama?

Your friend Wu Jingzai is online.