In order to survive, I do many jobs

The mouse in the house of death has been reduced to a preschool reading material. Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?Welcome to today's program "Anhe Girl's Work Story? The Devil's Special". I am your dear host, a well-known unemployed girl.

"Gogol, Mr. Fyodor is really too much." I complained while eating a cup of mashed potatoes, "Not only did he treat my hamster as a stupid groundhog, bah, stupid chipmunk, He threw me out of his studio so coldly and mercilessly, do you think people can be so ruthless?"

"Yes, I think Xiaoqianye's design is very tasteful!" Gogol nodded, recalling the cold appearance of his best friend who threw them all out of the room without saying a word, and shared the same hatred with me, waving the flag to cheer.

Fyodor who is about to stay up all night to fix the code again: Shut up, I just want to throw you in the snow and feed the bears.

"Stupid man, if my favorite work can be erased so easily, you will underestimate my title of almighty beautiful girl." I lowered my head and ate two mouthfuls of black pepper mashed potatoes, just watch, he will wait Son will come out and beg me.

"What did you do?" Said the devil arrived, the closed door opened again, the pale and thin young man held the door frame, looking at me with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

Obviously just changed the pattern and added a few lines to his original code. No matter how much Fyodor deleted or modified it, he couldn’t restore it to the original appearance. He could only watch the chipmunk bouncing around in front of him. With that overly bright smiling face, he mocked him wave after wave.

I really want to hit someone, why didn't I realize that this girl deserved a beating before?

"It's a commercial secret, dear." I raised my head with a spoon in my mouth, "I will only tell my own people, dear, will you consider hiring me?"

Oh, don't even think about whoring for nothing, just bring your name.

"Internet company? Which one are you talking about?" Fyodor, who remembered my personality, tried to recall the countless companies that had been annexed by him, and found an offer from the corner of his memory for me.

"As long as it is an organization that you are qualified to be in charge of, I will do it." I said that it doesn't matter, I love any fish, and the fish pond of Neptune is wide and boundless, and you can hold as many as you want.

"Okay, I've hired you, and I'm here to solve your code." It was just a dispensable verbal promise, and Fyodor agreed indifferently. Anyway, whether to pay or not depends purely on his mood.

Wuhu, I already guessed that this unscrupulous boss has bad intentions, but I don't want your salary, and I earned it back by live broadcasting a cross talk.What I'm greedy for is the progress bar of my main quest, why waste my savings if I can exchange my quest progress for life points.

The father of the system is very partial to me, and he is very loose in judging the main tasks. If he gets a certain amount of commitment from the person in charge of the organization, the task will be considered complete.That is to say, the casual promise made by Mr. Moren counts.

His organization is called the Rats of the Dead House, right?I previously designed the icon organization by myself, what a cute Siberian hamster, why doesn't its prototype understand me?Well done, why bother killing each other.

I opened the task panel as I walked towards the studio, and looked at the progress bar in amazement: Why did it jump up so long in a blink of an eye?

"The rat in the dead house, the five declines of heaven and man..." Two new stamps have been added. Could it be that this friend in front of me is also a sophomore?Because he achieved a high-level position in two organizations at the same time, so I, who took advantage of the loophole, got double rewards?Boy, I like it.

Not necessarily, Morenjun is the boss of the Rat of the Dead House, so the actual status of the Rat of the Dead House should be compared to my worship of mackerel, also named after animals, look at my elegant taste and look at his bad Name, this is the secret that he can only pedal two boats and I have no limit.

"Do you really not consider my design draft?" I was dying at the last second of changing the code, "What a cute hamster, who would refuse furry? Using this will increase your chances of recruiting new members, trust me , I am a metaphysics thief!"

No, with this he can only recruit hairy kids who have graduated from kindergarten, the devil will believe your words.Fyodor turned me down coldly, dismissing them all.

I listlessly deleted a piece of code and re-edited it. Fyodor sat next to me, biting the nail of his thumb lightly, watching the data flow on the screen intently.

"Interesting." He murmured, reached out and typed twice on the keyboard, calling up a new code, "Look at this."

"Oh, is your main program? It looks so interesting." I was finally willing to put down the mashed potatoes in my hand, took out a tissue and wiped my fingers, "Let me see..."

"Little Qianye, A Tuo?" Gogol, who was bored outside, poked his head out, "Why is no one playing with clowns..." He looked at the two Internet-addicted teenagers and girls who were obsessed with coding in the room, pursed their mouths, his toy The companion was snatched away by Atuo, two workaholics!

In this way, starting with the code, I started my part-time job under the devil Fyodor-kun.My daily life is coding, typing and changing codes, and I occasionally conceive complex propositions of how to integrate magic into sketches with Gogol, and my life is very fulfilling.

They are generally good, except that Gogol lied to me. Fei Jia has never taken care of his hair. I have used his shampoo for three months after I got the same type, and nothing happened. Tsk.

Because the name Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky is too long, even if it is just pronounced as "Fyodor", there are four words, which is very wasteful.To keep my tongue from frothing with Russian names, I chose to call him by nicknames.

I wanted to imitate Gogol and call the new boss "A Tuo", but "A Tuo" sounds very similar to the nicknames of country children such as "A Niu" and "Goudan".I am very afraid that one day I will look at the famous devil and blurt out "Iron pillar" in public. The scene will definitely be embarrassing, and direct friendship is very likely.

After asking for his own opinion, I changed my address to him as "Fei Jia". He is friendly, short and easy to remember, which perfectly shows the plastic friendship between us is better than scrap iron.

Changing the name means closeness in identity and emotion. For about half a year, although Fei Jia didn’t pay me a penny of salary, I accidentally learned a lot of interesting skills from him. Let’s just pay the tuition, he Accident is a very patient teacher.

It was an afternoon, when the sun was setting low, there were only the two of us in the spacious safe house, and Gogol disappeared as usual.I finished writing today's code, and walked out of the studio while rubbing my sore neck. The gentle setting sun shrouded my figure, which was rare.

The bible-like ethereal and sacred voice sounded not far away, rich and mellow, I turned around in my steps back to the room, and followed the sound of the piano into a room that had been idle for a long time.

The stained glass windows flashed magical colors in the sunlight, only a white figure was seated in the empty room, and the tone of the cello became clearer and clearer. I stood still at the door and listened to the entire piece of music quietly.

The young man with his eyes closed opened his eyes, and his purple eyes swept over me. He stood up holding the cello and gave up his seat, "Do you want to try?"

"I can't play the piano." I stood at the door and shook my head, programming, cooking, unlocking, murder, arson... I mastered all the skills to survive in the other world, but I didn't dabble in elegance and style.

It's not that I don't like these, it's just that I don't have the opportunity to learn.

Being alive is always the number one priority, and my schedule doesn't allow me to dwell on them.

"It's not difficult." Fyodor scraped a few strings with his fingertips, and smooth notes jumped out from his hand, "Come and try."

I walked towards him hesitantly, sat on the chair he gave up, and imitated Fyodor's previous way to hold the body of the violin. It was very heavy, and there was a faint scent of pine on the cello against my body.

Fyodor held the bow in one hand, bent down to hold my wrist, and led me to slowly move the fingers into the correct position.His fingertips are cold, like the touch of a snake sliding on my skin.

"Okay, don't move." Fyodor handed me the bow, "Take your time and start with the simplest."

I tried to "saw" a bit, and as expected, there was a sizzling sound of sawing wood, which was harsh and unpleasant, which was very different from the ethereal and holy tune of Fyodor before.

Fyodor didn't even frown, as if he had expected this scene a long time ago, he slightly raised his chin to me, signaling me to do it again.

The next few times are the sound effects of sawing wood and playing cotton. I am sorry for this artwork. Compared with the cello, I am still more suitable for the allegro, which is simple and brainwashing.

"Can you sing Little Star?" Fyodor squatted down, picked up the strings with his knuckles, looked up at me, "follow my rhythm."

I still know the little stars of world famous songs, twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars...

I can't remember how many times I tried mine.The afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared on the horizon, the fire-stained sky was splashed with thick ink, stars slipped from the clouds, and a crooked tone reflected a foamy luster from the colored windows, and was swept away by the wind.

"Look, isn't this very good?" Fyodor let go of the hand that was holding the body of the violin for me. "Like the cello?"

"It's very interesting." I touched the bow with bright eyes and asked him, "When is the next time you play the piano?"

"That's not certain." Fyodor smiled, his bland lips were worn out to a rotten red color due to the previous explanation, except for his purple eyes, which were almost the only thing on his body that could be called gorgeous. color.

"If you want to learn, I can set aside one afternoon every week to give it to you—it will be considered as your salary." Speaking of the back, the tall and thin young man obviously couldn't hide his smile, "You are still the first one who dares to Someone who asked me for a reward."

Are all the other people who asked you for wages dead?This is no longer a criminal capitalist but a level of squatting. Don't be so proud to say such nonsense.do you know?If you were the boss who owed me my salary when I was short of money, now you are gone.

I can't understand his sinful mentality of not being ashamed but proud of it. Don't take your shamelessness for granted just because no one accuses you of your shamelessness. You still need to have a conscience occasionally.

Although typing codes for him is not my unilateral contribution, Fyodor's proficiency in network programming is second only to Bishuiliu, and because he does not have the power of a king, Fyodor's skills are more suitable for the general public, I learned from him Lots of fun crime tricks.

I just stayed in the hound for a year, and finally broke myself a little bit towards the white side, and now I am beaten back to my original shape, I am really born to be a villain.

Although they are both coders, Fyodor is a real nerd, and all the daily necessities are purchased by Gogol and me. He wouldn't even take a step out of the house, and it was even more impossible to ask him to go shopping with me.

I finished writing a program yesterday, and I left the task of catching bugs to Fyodor, who was drowsy during the day, and put on a new dress and went shopping.

After finally surviving the long winter, the blazing midsummer brought the fragrance of roses. I wore a blue plaid gauze hat and wandered aimlessly while biting the newly bought two-color ice cream.

"Hello, can you do me a favor?" A gentle female voice rang in my ears, and through a thin layer of glass, I looked at a lady standing in a clothing store.

She was obviously born rich and noble, her face was well maintained, and she wore a gorgeous diamond ring on her hand holding a dress. She looked at me with gentle and nostalgic eyes.

"What's the matter?" I pushed open the shop door and walked towards this strange lady amidst the jingle of wind chimes.

"I want to buy some new clothes for my daughter. Your figure is about the same as hers. Could you please give me a reference?" The woman smiled shyly, "Excuse me, I will pay all your expenses today. I will pay for you, please help me."

She is a rich woman, I am so sure.

To be honest, because of my complicated and tangled relationship with my parents, I have never experienced the activity of a mother taking her daughter out to buy clothes, and I am not very interested.Standing here like an idiot and being manipulated is not fun, and I don't need her to reimburse me for anything.

But the woman's eyes moved me, it was an inexplicable mixture of despair and tenderness. When she talked about her daughter, it was like touching a man-made and fragile dream.The thorns blind the eyes, and thus deceive themselves and others.

I changed into the pink and white dress as she wished, and the woman circled around me slightly, babbling a girl's name, "Will she wear it well?" "Do you want to change it to another color?" "Received Would she be happy with the skirt?"

I couldn't help but wonder if her daughter had been away from home for a long time, because the tone of the woman's daughter was not so much loving as it was begging—she was eager for her daughter to respond to her even a syllable.

I accompanied this mother to try on clothes in most of the clothing stores. During this period, her mobile phone rang once, and it seemed that her husband called to inquire.From the faint voice on the phone, I learned that the lady in front of me is called "Zelda".

"Thank you for being willing to stay with me for so long." One piece of clothing after another was packed and distributed in two bags by the clerk. Some were bought by Zelda for her daughter, and some were given to me by her.

"Please accept it. No one has been willing to accompany me for such a long time. You and my daughter are really similar." Zelda held my hand when I declined, and whispered to me about her daughter .

Her daughter has been studying in London and hasn't returned home for a long time. She misses her daughter very much and doesn't want to disturb her daughter's study. She can only send things to her daughter's school all the time, but she hasn't received a single reply from her daughter.

"That kid must be too busy. She and I have always had a good relationship," Zelda said. "If only she hadn't gone to London. I really miss her."

Listen, listen, something doesn't feel right to me.Many of Zelda's descriptions are very confusing, and the timing is inconsistent. The daughter in her mouth is more like a product of memories, and the whispering theory is also like a kind of ultimate self-comfort.

If I'm not mistaken, her daughter should have been...

"Zelda, you are here." The blond mature man pushed open the store door and came in, his tone was a little hasty, and the wind chime was jingling.

"Francis." Zelda called out, then turned to introduce me, "This is my husband Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald."

I knew him, a self-made businessman with a fortune, but that's beside the point.The point is: he is the leader of the American supernatural organization Guild, a powerful superhuman.

There are subtle differences between people with superpowers and other people with superpowers, the most obvious of which is: all people with superpowers will always have an indissoluble bond with Yokohama, and they will come to Yokohama either passively or actively to participate in the battle , Conspiracy, absorbed by Yokohama or buried here.

The guild hasn't haunted Yokohama yet, but I have a feeling it won't be too late.

"Francis, this is Miss Anhe. She tried on a lot of clothes for me. I bought some. What do you think? Will the kid like it?" Zelda asked expectantly.

"Of course," Fitzgerald said with an unremarkable expression, "of course she will like the clothes you bought. It's getting late, we should go back to the hotel, Zelda."

"Okay." Zelda signaled the clerk to send the clothes to the address she filled in, and handed over the ones for me to me. She moved closer to me, her messy hair caressing my cheek.

"Thank you, you and my daughter really look like..." She murmured against my cheek, "Only the color of the hair is different... Is it you baby, you dyed your hair? Why don't you tell mom, mom misses you so much... ..."

"Zelda, you have misunderstood the person." Fitzgerald closed his eyes, and said in a calm tone as much as possible, "Our child is still in London, and it is time to go to school. When she is on vacation, she will came back."

"Yes ma'am, I'm not yet an adult this year, and I'm younger than your daughter." I smiled and said, "My parents died very early, please don't say that."

"Sorry, sorry." Zelda woke up from the dream, and she apologized hurriedly, "I don't know... I'm sorry, you are a good boy, I mean..."

"It's okay ma'am, it's okay." I comforted her, "There's nothing I can't get through. I'm living a good life now, and your daughter must be the same."

lie.There is no need to prove it. Both Zelda's neurotic and confused memories and her husband's nervousness and sadness have confirmed this: her daughter, I am afraid she will never come back.

It's just that she is unwilling to accept this reality, so she is willing to live in a dream.

"It's time for us to go back, Zelda." Fitzgerald held his wife's hand, and the overlapping warmth silently gave her strength.He immediately looked at me apologetically, but his wife's mental condition did not allow him to stay longer. The blond man hurriedly handed me a business card, "If you need anything, you can come to me anytime, and you are welcome to visit Fitzgerald Manor .”

I accepted the name tag and watched the couple support each other and leave.

I have always been accurate in my opinion. The leader of the guild has an unconcealable arrogance and confidence in his eyes. He is a successful person in the true sense. Conceit and arrogance are all the capital he should have.

Only when looking at his wife, the arrogance in those blue eyes melted like ice and snow, leaving only tender tenderness and silent love.

If it wasn't for his daughter's accident, he would have lived a happy life without any regrets.

How upset he must have been about his daughter's death.

Although it is just a rumor, Yokohama has a treasure called a book. Its true face is a book, but all the words written on it will be staged in reality.

Fyodor's goal was the book, and the countless supernatural beings who had traveled thousands of miles to Yokohama also wanted a page of the book.

It is the apple of Eden, the miracle fruit of watering.

I carried today's harvest back to the safe house, turned the small business card back and forth at my fingertips, and finally received it in my pocket.

It’s not a problem to go abroad, and it’s not a problem to go to the United States. You can visit Mrs. Zelda, and you can also ask Mr. Fitzgerald by the way, is there still a shortage of people in the guild?It doesn't matter if there is no shortage of people, just let me have a name.

"Death." I stretched my waist a long way, almost forgetting that the endless dark and icy sea has no border and no end, and even the echo is close to no.

Every day I live desperately is the future I have earned.

If I had died like this back then, there would not even be anyone who would cry for me. Thinking about it, I would not be reconciled.That's why we have to live desperately, bloom enthusiastically, and walk uninhibited.

"I can't die." I told myself, "My cat is still waiting for me to raise, my friends are still waiting for my purchasing agents and souvenirs, and the mackerel boy under my hand who is waiting to be fed will have to be because I am too stupid Caught in the ring."

The gradually entangled fetters grow like vines, and go to the blue sky.For myself and for everything I love, let's work harder and harder!

"Don't touch the fish, show your top speed, Feiya!" I rushed into the studio and woke up Fyodor who was pecking at the keyboard slowly, "Be motivated, my friend, it's big night Yes, how can you be so depraved, get up!"

"???" Fyodor, who was dizzy by me, looked up blankly, the dark circles in his eyes silently accusing me of my atrocities.

I felt guilty for 01 seconds, and then I pulled my little mazam confidently, like a strict supervisor, who was short of the current boss with a small leather whip to spur me to fish, which can be said to be very strict.

"Little Qianye, do you want to go to the show~" Your friend Gogol suddenly went online.

"What show, a circus?" I let go of the hand holding Fyodor's drop-eared hat, and made a guess according to Gogol's previous style.

"No, it's tennis." Gogol waved the invitation letter in his hand, "Someone invited us to gamble, do you want to try your luck, Xiaoqianye? I heard that the organizer Sakurabuki Xueyanlu invited a famous middle school student Teams come to play."

Tennis, what a familiar sport. Thinking back to my good friend Uchiha Seiichi-kun and Ice Queen Atobe-kun, these tennis teenagers have unique skills, and they are even more powerful than villains. I am afraid this match will never be a fruitful match Gorey imagined a peaceful battle.

But what does that have to do with my innocent self?Thinking so, I readily agreed to Gogol's invitation.

——At this time, I had no idea what a magical journey this would be.

The author has something to say: it’s Wang Wang’s theater version of "Two Samurai", that Yukihiko Sakurabuki is a gambler, Gogol took Qianye to make money, and by the way, he watched the princes perform 108 destructive tricks with tennis balls. Skill.

Two Samurai, a genuinely funny movie, I recommend you to catch up if you haven't watched the cutie, it's very tasty.