After the leader of He Sen

After dealing with the student quarrel, I feel exhausted.My class is the last one, and after so long delay, I thought there should be no one in the office, but when I opened the door, I saw Kunikida still tidying up the things on the desk.

He is not simply cleaning the desktop, but puts the documents and materials on the table into a large cardboard box in an orderly manner, which tends to be cleaned up completely, just like a company employee who was laid off by the boss in a TV series.

"Kunikida-kun," I said suspiciously, "Are you going to put everything away?"

He nodded, the lens reflected a cold light: "Yes, the resignation report submitted a few days ago has been approved."

"Resignation report?" It was a direction we didn't expect at all. It felt so sudden. Like me, he hadn't even worked in this school for half a year.

He cleared his throat, his eyes averted a little: "Actually, I have planned this for a long time, and I just got an opportunity recently."

I sat down in my seat: "So, have you found a job you like?"

"Ah."

"If it's convenient, can you tell me what kind of job it is?" In fact, according to Kunikida's serious and rigorous personality, it is very suitable to work as a staff member in a company or in a government department.

"It's not inconvenient." Kunikida found a card from his jacket pocket and handed it to me. "This is where I will work in the future. If there is any need for help in the future, you can give it to me...you can give it to the agency Call up."

I took the card, with the words "Armed Detective Agency" printed in the middle and the office's contact number underneath.

"It turned out to be an armed detective agency." I sighed casually.

Probably because of the overly obvious familiarity in my tone, Kunikida looked a little curious and asked, "Have you heard of the Armed Detective Agency before, Mr. Kiyoe?"

I replied vaguely: "That's right."

It doesn’t count as understanding, but it’s not true to say that you have never heard of it. The most suitable adjective is “a little knowledge”.When I stayed with Mori Ogai before, I would occasionally hear his subordinates mention the Armed Detective Agency, but he never likes to mention work matters in front of me, and I rarely ask, so I can only vaguely I know that the Armed Detective Agency is a very powerful place. After all, it can fight against Mafia, and its combat effectiveness cannot be worse.

"Ms. Kiyoe, Mr. Kiyoe!" Kunikida's voice came from beside his ears, it seemed to be far away and very close.

I raised my head mechanically to meet his clear gaze, and then my mind slowly returned to the right track, breaking free from a bunch of messy thoughts.

"Mr. Kiyoe, are you okay? You had a strange expression just now." Kunikida said with a frown.

"Sorry, I suddenly fell into a daze for some reason. Maybe it was because I stayed up late last night watching the drama and didn't have a good rest." I tried to fool the student with a reason to fool him.

Fortunately, Kunikida was simple-minded, so he naturally believed my lies, and taught me like an old father that staying up late at night was bad for my health, and that going to bed early and waking up early would improve my efficiency.

"...can you give me this card?" I didn't want to listen to him talking anymore, so I changed the subject abruptly.

"Of course." He replied quickly.

After returning home with the card, I saved the above number into my mobile phone, and then turned on the computer to continue writing the unfinished article.

[The tough summer is finally coming to an end, and then comes autumn.If the weather is colder, the wound in my left eye that was punched out by someone should not continue to inflame, I hope so.

"By the way, haven't I named you yet?" The sky darkened, and a slightly cooler wind blew, with the smell of garbage in it. Fortunately, I'm used to the smell, and it's not particularly unbearable.

Little black dog: "Wow?"

"What kind of name do you want? I haven't read any books, so I may not be able to give you a good name." I rubbed my chin and thought about it.

"Woof!" The little black dog looked at me expectantly, as if he understood what I said.

I looked up and saw the bright moon in the sky, and a spark of inspiration flashed in an instant: "Yes! May I call you the moon?"

The little black dog wagged its tail violently, and its round head even nodded. I touched it happily, "The moon is the cleanest and most beautiful thing I have seen here, just like you, so I think This name suits you perfectly!"

I like this name very much, but the people around me don't like it. They all said that the name "Moon" is not suitable for such a black puppy.

I'm too lazy to argue with them, we can't understand each other anyway.

Autumn is my favorite season, not as hot as summer, nor as cold as winter.The food in the trash can will not spoil as quickly as in summer, and the possibility of eating a bad stomach is much smaller.

Hahaha, I really like autumn.

But in autumn, which I like so much, the moon fell ill, and it was dying in my arms, neither eating nor drinking.

"What's wrong with you, Moon, why are you sick..." I held it, my nose was sore that I was about to cry.It rubbed its head against my arms, whimpering.

I wanted to save it, so I took it to the doctor, and after a few minutes, the doctor threw the moon and me out of the clinic: "How dare you come here without money! Boy, are you dreaming! I am a doctor, not something A kind-hearted philanthropist."

I had no choice but to kneel down and beg him: "Please, please save the moon, please..."

I kowtowed to him over and over again, trying to shake the doctor's non-existent kindness, but all I got was impatience.

The doctor stepped on my head and crushed it, and the rough sand and stones abraded my face, causing unbearable pain, "Boy, instead of begging me here, why don't you think about how to make some money quickly to let me Treat that dog called shit moon. Seeing that you have been here for so long, the behavior of pleading is useless in this place. Weak things should not exist. Isn’t there such a simple reason? taught you?"

He stepped on it harder, and the pain was slightly beyond my tolerance, so I hummed softly.

The dying moon knew that I had been bullied, so she stood up tremblingly, yelled at the doctor twice, and then fell to the ground.

I've got to figure out how to get the money tonight, or it's a certainty that the moon will die.I went to the black house, where I was picked up by the ex-boss of the gang when I was dying of starvation, so I know that is the only place where I can currently make money.

The nights in the Black House are always full of carnival sex parties.When I went in, it was not deserted, and I could hear the voices of demons.

I found a dark corner, took off my crumpled shirt, bent over and lay down, facing the corner, telling others that I was a lamb that could be slaughtered.

After a short wait, someone came over and gave me crumpled money, and I held up the note, saw the numbers on it by the moonlight shining through the crack in the wall, and let someone do something terrible to me.

My vision was a little shaken, and I felt that the number on it was twisted, showing the word "Passport".

With the money, the doctor is willing to treat the moon. After taking the medicine, the moon vomits out bad-smelling food. After the injection, her breathing calms down and she sleeps sweetly in my arms.

The doctor glanced at me with contempt in his eyes: "Go to that kind of place to make money, and be careful not to get sick."

I smiled, I didn't really want to talk, I lowered my head and adjusted the position of the moon to make it sleep better.

The doctor showed a strange expression: "It's really crazy."

People can never understand each other. ]

I stopped typing on the keyboard, and felt that this story was not a little bit different from the warm direction I expected.At the beginning, it was imagined that the moon would escape from the slums together with "me", and live a happy life with the help of kind people.

However, as the story progressed, I found that the role of "good-hearted man" could not be inserted into the storyline at all. The special environment, the people I come into contact with every day, and the character of "I" itself are all factors that make this story unique. Towards tragedy is the best and most reasonable ending.

Sighing, the fingers moved again: [The cool autumn is followed by the freezing winter, the breath I exhale turns into white mist, and my fingers are frozen as thick as carrots. I sew the rags I picked up in summer into With a mottled cloak on his body, he felt like a scarecrow who had experienced wind and rain in the wheat field.

Only with enough food and a bright red fire can I survive this terrible winter with the moon.

But I don't have any of these things.There is less and less food that can be dug out of the trash can. Occasionally, I picked up a piece of moldy bread, but it was frozen like a stone, and I bit it and broke several of my teeth.

I don't want to go to the black house anymore, so I have to leave the poor area during the day and go to the rich area just a block away.Even though they are so close, there and here are two completely different worlds.

Begging in the rich area is always a job that depends on luck. If you are lucky enough to meet a few well-dressed kind ladies, you will not be hungry for the next few days. A gentleman who hates dirty people like me will inevitably be beaten hard.

It is winter now, the low temperature makes the blood flow not so smooth, and the recovery ability of people after injury becomes very weak. I don't want to be beaten at this time.

However, however, how do you say there is an idiom?

Things backfired. ]