Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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On the chair of the long dining table covered with a gorgeous red tablecloth, sat an old man in a black suit with a gray scarf around his neck.He seemed to be old, his figure was like most old people, he looked a little bloated, all the hair on his forehead had fallen out, and the hair left behind his forehead to the area below his ears was also white and gray.

The guest seats present were male and female, with faces of Asians and Europeans.The only thing they have in common is that they are all old, their faces are covered with the grooves of the years, and they look no longer young.

What's more special about the old man in the chair is that he is sitting in a wheelchair.If you look closely, you will also find that one of his legs hidden under the tablecloth has been amputated.

The old man with cloudy eyes was slowly moving the pair of gray-blue eyes in his eye sockets.Start on his left hand side and go clockwise.

. Eleven, twelve, thirteen.

Just right, a total of thirteen people.

"That, Mr. Takahashi." A man wearing rimless glasses sitting in the middle seat spoke first.

Judging by his appearance, he is an authentic Japanese, and he speaks Japanese fluently.It's just that his expression looks a little suspicious now, and beads of sweat are even oozing out of his forehead. He slowly took out a pair of handkerchiefs from his jacket pocket, and while wiping his sweat, he looked around nervously.

But rather than saying that his expression was weird, it would be better to say that all the rest of the guests had weird expressions.They looked at each other, as if they were communicating with each other.

"If you have anything to say, please say it, Mr. Fujiwara." The old man who was called "Takahashi" in the chair position opened his mouth. He put his hands on the wheelchair. Although his voice was weak, it sounded full of majesty.

He cast his eyes on the man who spoke first, and continued lightly: "No, maybe I should call you Mr. Yagi?"

The movement of the man who was wiping his sweat suddenly froze as if he had been frozen, and the square handkerchief hanging on his hand fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, the man with glasses suddenly began to tremble his lips, his face became extremely pale, and his eyes, which were not too big, were stared so clearly that the entire pupil could be seen clearly.He unconsciously pushed the seat back a few steps, almost bouncing from the spot.

He raised his hand in disbelief, and pointed at the old man in the chair. The brief fright made him almost lose his ability to speak, "You, you are. You are!"

The rest of the guests at that seat also seemed to suddenly understand something, and the original whispers disappeared completely at this moment, and everyone looked at the chairman's old man with horror on their faces.

"It's really not easy to get you all together." The mottled and wrinkled old man still spoke softly, but he looked at the terrified guests, and unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth.

"Presumably the last time you all had such a complete meeting was 40 years ago?" He said quietly, watching those people look at him as if they were looking at a devil.

"Today we might as well sit down and have a good chat about the past." The old man raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

After snapping his fingers, it was as if some mechanism had been triggered. With the sound of "cracking" metal collisions, everyone except him was clasped by the huge iron ring that suddenly stretched out from the back of the seat.

One of the old European women with white wavy hair immediately let out a hoarse scream.

"Shh, please be quiet, everyone." The old man called "Takahashi" raised a finger and gently pressed it against his lips.

A pair of European-style dark blue doors behind him were suddenly pushed open.A well-built woman with light blonde long hair walked in slowly pushing a silver dining cart, and her high heels made a crisp sound when they touched the tiled floor.

The old man turned his head back, looked at the person who came with love in his eyes, and unconsciously softened his tone a little: "You are here, Belmode."

The pretty woman raised her flaming red lips, nodded slightly, and returned an unknown smile to the old man.

"Since everyone is here." The old man immediately turned his head and looked around at the thirteen guests sitting on both sides of the party table.

"Then our dinner party, let's begin."

The hour hand of the wall clock hanging on the wall just reached a whole number, and the classic old-fashioned clock made a melodious sound of mechanical music while swinging the pendulum.

It was like announcing impending death.

"Game?" Kunikida Doppo looked back at the weird-looking kid with some confusion.

"It's a detective game. My sister over there and I are competing to guess the occupations of more customers." The boy obediently raised his finger to the side. Kunikida followed his gaze and found a man wearing a headband. A girl with short flaxen hair was standing there.

"Ah, then why do you think he is a teacher?" Osamu Dazai, who was standing beside him, bent down with a smile.

He approached some of the little friends in blue, then secretly raised one hand to cover one side of the mouth, lowered his voice, and said in a mean tone: "Is it because wearing glasses makes you look fierce?" , like those fierce teachers in school?"

"Hey, I heard that!" Kunikida Doppo clenched his fist hard again.

"No." The boy had a confident smile on his face, and put his hands behind his head, "I watched this big brother from the side just now, he was hesitating in front of this bar, and he didn't seem to have made up his mind. Don't go in."

"As for the reason why you dare not go in a certain place, there are roughly two possibilities," said the boy, making a "one" gesture.

"The first possibility is that this person has never been to this kind of place, so he will be somewhat hesitant to go in." At this point, his gesture changed to "two", and he continued: "The second possibility , it is this person who has been to this place and knows that it is very bad, so he is very resistant."

"However, this airship is the first to appear, and the bar has just opened, so the second type can be ruled out."

Hearing the little boy's analysis, Kunikida Doppo couldn't help but nodded affirmatively.

"I just noticed that there is a pen in your chest pocket, big brother, and there seems to be traces of a notebook behind you." The boy raised his finger and pointed to the back of Kunikida Doppo's back.

That's where he kept his notebook.In order to deal with special situations at any time, he must keep his notebook on him at all times.

"Before I guessed that the person who would carry a pen and a notebook with him might be a writer. But if a writer wants to enter a place he has never been to for the first time, the most likely thing is to experience it for himself, and then Collecting materials." The boy paused when he said this, "However, I noticed that when you stood in front of the bar, you didn't observe the bar in any way."

"That is, you're not interested in documenting the exterior of the bar. So you're not a writer."

The little boy is very thorough in his analysis here, and so far, all his speculations are accurate.It's just the result, which is really wrong.

Kunikida Doppo used to be a teacher, and maybe he still has some occupational diseases related to "teachers", but he is already a member of an armed detective agency.He knows that he does not have the overly bright mind of Mr. Ranpo and Dazai in the agency, so he only dares to regard himself as a "half detective".

The boy wearing black-rimmed glasses opened his mouth, as if he wanted to continue his analysis, but at the moment he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly widened several times, and the voice that was about to flow from his throat was also suppressed. He quickly pushed back.

In the direction not far away, two men in pitch-black came slowly.

Both of them were wearing long trench coats that covered most of their bodies. The one walking in front was a tall and tall man with rare silver hair. A wide hat covered nearly half of his face, making it impossible to see clearly. looks.And another man who was a little shorter but looked very strong followed behind him, with a pair of sunglasses on his face.

The boy's face changed at that moment, and he even forgot how to pronounce it.

Kunikida Doppo noticed the change in the boy's expression, so he turned his head and looked behind him.

Among the two passing by, the silver-haired man at the head cast his gaze over as if he had sensed something.Under the cover of the silver hair and the brim of the hat, he barely showed one eye, but that glance still made Kunikida Doppo feel a chill at that moment, and the chill quickly rushed up his back from the soles of his feet, making his body tremble. The scalp is numb.

Although there was no evidence in any sense, Kunikida Doppo realized at that moment - this man was very dangerous.

The two men dressed in black pushed open the half-waist door of the bar and walked in slowly.

The little boy in front of him stared at the two men from the corner of his eye, until they entered, as if there was something urgent to rush over immediately, he said to Kunikida very quickly, "Sorry, sorry to bother you ", and then ran away.

The boy followed the bar all the way, opened the door and ran in.

The two girls and an uncle standing on the other side were a little dazed by the situation.

"What's the matter with that little devil's head?" The short-haired girl wearing a headband pinched her waist helplessly, "When I said I would come to the bar to have a look, I objected, saying that if I had to go in, Then use the 'detective game' to decide whether to go in or not."

"The result? He ran in first." The short-haired girl narrowed her eyes, showing a disgusted expression.

"Sonoko, the bar is really not suitable for minors to enter." The black-haired girl next to her said, she looked at the bar with a worried look: "Let's go in quickly and bring Conan out, although I don't know why he is in such a hurry, But it’s not a good thing for a child to run in alone.”

"I said Lan, you can't do this, you are too honest." The girl called "Yuanzi" shook her head, "The gambling area on the fourth floor clearly prohibits minors from entering, but the bar does not have such a requirement , so minors are allowed to enter, understand?"

"Let's go find Conan first." Mao Lilan felt a palpitation inexplicably when he saw the boy running towards the bar as if desperately.

"Kunikida, although that kid didn't guess your occupation accurately, it's not completely wrong. By the way, did you guess his occupation?" Osamu Dazai straightened his back at this time, bent his mouth, She looked at Kunikida jokingly.

"Occupation?" Kunikida frowned, "Such a young child, no matter how you look at his occupation, he is still a student. He is probably still in elementary school."

"Wrong, actually there is another profession." The black-haired man chuckled and blinked, then turned to look at the other person beside him, "Mr. Sawada, do you already know?"

"It seems to be a profession with you." Sawada Tsunayoshi replied.

"A detective?" Kunikida Doppo looked at the door of the bar that the boy just ran into with some surprise.

"Yes, yes, we are colleagues." Osamu Dazai jumped and took the lead towards the half-waisted door not far ahead.

He turned his head and smiled at the two people behind him: "Now, I'm really looking forward to what will happen tonight~"

After the words fell, the slender black-haired young man hummed an unknown tune, raised his hand and opened the door.

The author has something to say: the world that only Kunikida alone does not understand has been achieved!

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I love Miss Bei so much.Take a sip of the beautiful beauty, woo woo woo, I'm ready.By the way, I guess someone will ask where Zhongya went, I will tell you later

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