Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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Under the illumination of the flashlight, a woman appeared in the field of vision.

He wasn't tall, but he wasn't short either, and his figure was curvy and graceful.She was wearing a tan leather jacket and a silver mask of austere but mysterious shape.

The samurai sword was still stuck in the wall less than one centimeter away from Sawada Tsunayoshi's cheek, and his back was pressed against the wall, staring at the woman who was very close to him.

The other party also opened his lips in astonishment the moment he saw his face.

Sawada Tsunayoshi remembered this woman.

When he entered RicBar for the first time, he purposely annoyed a hedgehog-headed player in order to enter the bar's underground arena.

And she was the woman who led him into the elevator and into the fighting arena.Before the game, she also handed him a mask without patterns and asked him what alias he should register.

"Gangji-kun?" The woman blurted out his name, and Gangji somehow felt that her voice, which didn't match her hot appearance, was very familiar.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the white hilt of the katana, which was also carved with very delicate cloud patterns.The shape of the handle of this knife seems familiar, it looks like a .

Like.

In the weapon showcase of Sakurada House, the one that disappeared.

Hey?

The brown-haired young man opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "Ms. Inamori!?" Even the sound of his words soared several degrees.

The woman's tense body, like a cheetah ready to go, slowly relaxed, and the hand clenched on the handle of the knife gradually stretched out.Faced with Sawada Tsunayoshi's surprised reaction, she couldn't help but chuckled, and then raised her hand to take off the mask on her face.

Under the silver mask, there was indeed Keiko Inamori's soft and gentle face.At this moment, her waist-length hair was loose, and she wore a tight leather jacket and leather pants. She was completely different from the usual housewife with her hair tied.

He never thought that the woman wearing a mask and painted with rich red lips would have such a gentle and non-aggressive face after taking off the mask.

No wonder that when he first came to work with Mr. Sakurada, when he talked about "the woman in the leather coat", the other party snorted and gave him a stare.It's no wonder that Keiko Inamori called out his pseudonym "Sky" in the underground fighting field when he saw him for the first time.

Keiko Inamori did not explain too much about her identity, but instead asked, "Sawada-kun, did you really see the note in Satomi's room?"

"Yes." Gang Ji nodded, and then his frowning brows gradually relaxed, and his tone became softer: "I was really worried when I saw the blood in the living room. But I can see that you are fine." It's really nice."

Keiko Inamori nodded towards Tsunayoshi, indicating that she was fine, then she turned her head and looked at the man standing quietly in the stairwell ahead obliquely: "By the way, this is?"

"Osamu Dazai." Tsunayoshi replied.

Although it is unclear exactly why Osamu Dazai came here, but so far, this man has indeed been helping him.

He even said that if Osamu Dazai was not there, his current situation would probably be even worse.In this afternoon, Dazai had a great reaction to the organization behind the scenes that caused this incident.

He seemed eager to know something, but the black woman he held at gunpoint committed suicide immediately by taking poison.

"Huh?" After hearing the name of the man in the sand-colored windbreaker, Keiko Inamori blinked her round eyes with slightly drooping corners.

She looked at the man's face by the light of Sawada Tsunayoshi's flashlight, and immediately showed an expression of enlightenment: "Ah, it turned out to be you."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head slightly confused.

Judging from the woman's reaction, she seemed to know herself.But he quickly searched the entire brain, and there was not even a single bit of memory fragments related to this face.

"You probably don't remember me. You probably only reached my forehead at that time."

Keiko Inamori smiled softly, raised her hand to compare the position of her forehead, and continued: "After all, before leaving, Dr. Mori performed plastic surgery on me. It’s very different from what it used to be.”

"Let's see. It's been about eight years since then," Keiko Inamori said.

Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly.

That being said, he did have some impressions.

Eight years ago, a woman covered in injuries fell at the door of Mori Ogai's clinic. Naturally, the man who was a doctor at that time could not turn a blind eye to the injured patient, so he brought this unconscious woman into the clinic.

A woman is a professional killer.The first reaction when she woke up from the clinic was to find a samurai sword she carried with her. Regardless of her weak body, she pulled off the needle attached to the bottle in her hand and walked directly to the long sword placed in the corner.Mori Ogai, who happened to walk in to change the patient's dressing, was almost beaten by her.

I don't know what Mori Ogai talked to her at that time, but when a woman whose name is not "Inamori Keiko" received Mori Ogai's treatment, the two of them seemed to have reached a certain consensus, or... some kind of trade.Dazai Osamu couldn't remember what happened after that.

He only vaguely remembered that after the woman recovered from her injuries and left the clinic, Mori Ogai said that the reason why the woman passed out at the entrance of the clinic without a single intact part was because of the previous leader of the port mafia.

"It's been many years since I've seen you. I'm always very grateful to Mr. Mori. How is Mr. Mori's health?" Keiko Inamori's soft voice brought back his drifting thoughts.

The man with bandages all over his body was stunned. When he heard this question, he couldn't even control himself to sneer coldly: "Mr. Sen is in good health."

"Okay can't be better." His voice sank, and his face was expressionless.

The atmosphere doesn't seem right.

Although she has retired from the previous circle for many years and the news has been blocked, Keiko Inamori still has a strong ability to observe words and emotions.

She didn't show any displeasure at the young man's cold tone, but kept smiling: "In that case, let's go down quickly."

"After all, time waits for no one." Keiko Inamori put the mask back on her face.

When Satomi Inamori opened his eyes, the oncoming was the dazzling light from the ceiling.

She was illuminated by the light and couldn't help closing her eyes again. She struggled to stand up, pressed her palms to the ground, and sat up slowly and stiffly.

it hurts.

There was a burst of pain in the head that seemed to explode, and even the eyeballs were dry and sore.She was in a trance for a moment, and then gradually woke up from her drowsy consciousness.

Where is this place?

She struggled to look around with her eyes half-opened, and when her neck twisted, it would make a muffled "click, click, click".

A pale blue ring with a fence around it.The auditorium is farther away, but it seems to have been damaged, so more than half of it collapsed.

Huh?

Inamori Satomi blinked.

In this huge arena that looked like some kind of arena, except for herself, there was no second figure.

She suddenly felt a chill in her extremities.

The cold wind seeping in from nowhere made her gums tremble.She sniffed lightly, couldn't help shrinking her trembling body, and then crossed her arms on the other arm.

Hands always feel sticky.

Satomi Inamori lowered her eyes and slowly raised her hands.

The entire palm was covered with bright red and sticky liquid.

She made a few movements of opening and closing her fingers, and the liquid also flowed into the gap between her fingers.

The thin girl who was half kneeling on the empty ring suddenly let out a scream.

The voice squeezed out of her throat, which had not been soaked by water for a long time, was like the roar of some kind of trapped animal before it died.

Her voice echoed throughout the venue.

"Satomi—"

In the roar, another different voice flooded in.

Inamori Satomi paused for a moment, as if hearing the voice of rescuers after a disaster, he immediately raised his head.

It was mother's voice.

She opened her bloodshot pupils and looked around helplessly: "Mom?"

A familiar figure stepped out of a circular arched passage not far away.

Although she was not dressed as usual and was wearing a mask, she knew that the person was her mother.

She couldn't restrain herself and started to twitch, as if she was born again or the first cry of a baby, she burst into tears desperately, tears bursting into her eyes, like a reservoir whose valve was opened, and the water gushed out.

Keiko Inamori took off the mask and threw it to the ground. Looking at her daughter half-kneeling on the ring, she stepped up and galloped away at an alarming speed.

She ran to the ring, pressed the pillars at the four corners of the fence with one hand, rolled over lightly, and strode towards Satomi with big strides.

When she arrived in front of Satomi, her knees softened and she also knelt on the ground.

"Mother."

"Mom. Mom." Satomi looked up at the woman, her voice was choked with sobs, her eyes were already red and swollen, tears slid down her slightly protruding cheekbones, and finally passed her chin and dripped to the ground.

Inamori Satomi immediately spread out his arms and hugged his daughter into his arms, wishing to melt her directly into his flesh and blood.She put one hand on Satomi's messy black hair, stroking it lightly like a treasure.

"Satomi, don't be afraid, mom is here, mom is here." While repeatedly comforting the trembling body in her arms, her voice gradually became crying.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." She repeated over and over again, softly and gently.

Satomi Inamori finally calmed down in her mother's warm arms.

The surroundings were supposed to become silent with the two of them quieting down.

But the two people who were head to head to each other heard at this moment, an electronic clock-like "tick-tick-tick" sound that came from nowhere.

Ric's VIP seat view is really quite good.

A pale blond man in a dark cloak stood erect in front of the large French windows with his hands behind his back.Looking down from here, you can clearly see the mother and daughter on the square ring staged a touching scene.

This play was really beyond his expectation, it was too wonderful.

There was a satisfied smile on his face, and his cheeks were flushed.

At this moment, the sound of the door being opened came from behind.

Everything was within his expectations.

He turned around confidently, with an even bigger smile on his face, and he already assumed a welcoming posture as if saying "Welcome".

He knew that his guest was coming.