Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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"500 billion."

When a clear young voice resounded through the auction venue, everyone unconsciously held their breath and focused their attention on the person holding the bidding sign high.

It's a man, because he wears a mask on his face, he can't see his face clearly, half of the exposed skin is a healthy skin color that is close to wheat.Judging from the voice and clothing, it can be determined that this person is not very old.

Maybe in his early 20s, maybe not even 20 years old.

At first, it was a blond woman and an old man in a wheelchair competing with each other for bids. The other buyers present were only responsible for wandering their eyes back and forth between the two, waiting for them to compromise first.

However, I didn't expect that there was a third person who called out such an outrageous and frightening price in one breath.

500 billion!Still in US dollars!

This is equivalent to the total GDP of a small and medium-sized country. There are very few people in the world who can afford this money, and they can be counted on ten fingers.

When Tsunayoshi Sawada heard 500 billion, his eyelids jumped uncontrollably.

Like the others, he stared at the bidder dumbfounded as if he had heard some fantasy.

Even the previous two bidders, who were refusing to let anyone go, turned their heads to look at the boy.

The boy wearing the silver mask gathered all the eyes in the arena, but he didn't care about fear at all. He even turned up the volume and repeated again: "500 billion, I want it."

The host on the auction table was probably scared out of his wits.

His mouth remained open, and his jaw seemed unable to be placed back. He probably hadn't realized whether he was in reality or a dream. Asked: "5.500 million, is there any price increase?"

There was no sound in the venue.

"Then, 500 billion times." The host, who obviously hadn't recovered, held the auction hammer and lightly tapped the small table in front of him.

"500 billion, twice." The small silver hammer struck the table wall again.

"500 billion, three times, deal—"

The old man in the wheelchair clenched his fists unconsciously.

His originally pale face turned as red as a pig's liver at this time, he hammered the armrest of the wheelchair angrily, then raised his hand and immediately signaled the silver-haired man behind him to come over.

The silver-haired man half-bent his back respectfully, and put one ear close to the old man.

The dry lips of the old man moved slightly, he said something, then the silver-haired man nodded, then turned and left immediately.

"Then, let's start Lot No. 17." This time the host's tone returned to normal, but his breathing seemed to be a little unobstructed, which was probably caused by the sudden acceleration of his heart.

Lot No. 17 slowly rose up from the round platform below, but Lot No. 16 remained on the venue.

On the 18th, the notebook is still on the auction floor.

On the 19th, the previous lots were sent down one after another, only the notebook worth 500 billion US dollars was still placed next to the host.

"Sawada, what's the lot number now?" Chuya Nakahara's voice in the earphone seemed to become a little impatient.

"It's almost the 20th, Mr. Nakahara." Sawada Tsunayoshi replied.

Zhong Yuanzhong on the other side of the headset was also silent for a while, and then said softly: "I see."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was still standing upside down on the wall at the other end, also frowned.

Logically speaking, he should have avoided all the monitoring, and the routes he took were all in the dead corners of the monitoring.

Found out?

No, if it was discovered, it wouldn't have been so long, and there was no one around.

This corridor is surrounded by smooth and shiny metal walls, and a little further forward is a spherical room that looks like some kind of control cabin. Right above it is a circular metal pillar that can move up and down. It can be seen that The auction table connected to the venue.

Three things that were auctioned just now have been sent down, but the notebook is still on top of the auction stage.

why?

Because they were wearing headphones, Osamu Dazai and Tsunayoshi Sawada switched to typing on their mobile phones to communicate.

It's a little funny that Tsunayoshi Sawada returned to the middle school classroom in a trance, while avoiding the teacher standing on the podium, while passing notes with other students.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: Since Renye Karasuma took this notebook away before, who put it up for auction?

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't figure out why.

Too little information made it impossible for him to form a logical chain in his mind, and he was completely unable to judge the whole story.

When Osamu Dazai saw the news on the screen, he couldn't help but curl his mouth.

His slender, white fingertips lightly jumped on the keyboard of the phone, and he quickly replied to Sawada Tsunayoshi's question.

Osamu Dazai: That old man.

When the news of Osamu Dazai floated on the screen, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help raising his head and looked over again. The old man was still sitting upright on the wheelchair, looking at the lot at this time, wondering what he was thinking about.And the murderous silver-haired man behind him was no longer there.

Sawada Tsunayoshi quickly typed out a string of characters: What is the identity of this person?

Intuition told him that this old man was not a character to mess with.

There was an indescribable discomfort on his body, it seemed that just staring at his back for a while would make it hard to breathe, like a long snake with a poisonous snake twisting and twisting on the neck.

Osamu Dazai: One of the current owners of the Karasuma Foundation, the person who killed President Fujiwara.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stared at the phone, and was about to reply when Dazai Osamu sent another message.

Osamu Dazai: It seems to be one of the bosses of a large international criminal organization.

The woman walked slowly through the entrance of the passage on her high-heeled shoes, and the heels made a dull sound when they touched the metal floor.

Her long pale golden hair swayed gently with her elegant walking posture, and a long black leather coat showed off her tall and plump figure. She took off the silver mask she wore on her face, and then shook off the quilt mask His hair was messed up with a thin rope, revealing a beautiful and stunning face.

Her water-blue pupils are as deep as the bottom of the sea, exuding a mystery that can easily seduce people's hearts and cheeks, and her bright red and fleshy lips are shining with a crystal-clear and seductive luster.

Although she was walking quite imposingly at the moment, her expression looked extremely helpless.

"You can shout 500 billion, Kudo Shinichi," she said.

Walking beside the woman was a man with a youthful look on his face.The shoulders are not too broad, and the naked eye can see that he is still a young man who is still growing.

The black-haired boy also raised his hand and took off his mask, revealing a delicate and handsome face.

It's just that he is squinting his eyes slightly at this time, and his expression looks like a young man's unruly expression.

"It doesn't matter how much money it is." He replied in a lazy tone, as if he was in deep thought, his bright and clear eyes were fixed on the ground.

He walked side by side with the woman for a few steps, then stopped and stood in place.

"Aren't you and Karasuma Renya the ones who held this auction?"

Belmode stagnated at a position a little further away from the boy.

There was a somewhat unclear smile on her face, and her beautiful eyes, which seemed to have fatal magic power, also bent.

"Tell me what you think, my dear—'Silver Bullets.'"

Looking at the woman's expression full of interest, Kudo Shinichi lowered his brows: "In the beginning, including myself, we all thought that the boss of the black organization was Renye Karasuma who should have died long ago but was inexplicably active on the front line."

"However, when I saw you and Renye Karasuma fighting for the notebook of unknown purpose, combined with your previous behaviors, I realized that you and Renye Karasuma had a disagreement."

"I don't know why you guys disagree, but it must have something to do with that notebook."

Belmode crossed his arms, without nodding or shaking his head.Just motioned the boy to continue his reasoning.

"You have always been the most special existence in the organization. Being able to meet Karasuma Renye has extremely high authority. Even if you make some outrageous actions, other members cannot take any measures against you."

"At first, I thought that Renye Karasuma had some kind of special connection with you, so I gave you enough authority."

"But if your actions affect the interests of the organization, no matter how much you are favored, you shouldn't be alive and kicking like you are now. The veteran 'Piske' Masuyama Kenzo who followed Karasuma Renye back then Death is the best proof." The youth's clear voice lingered in the empty corridor.

His brainstorming is still going on: "Karasuma Renye is a person who thinks about things very clearly and is so rational. He is very careful and cautious in doing things. Once there is a possibility of exposure, he will immediately erase the potential danger. "

"And you, Belmode, why are you still safe and sound even after standing completely against Renye Karasuma—?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi noticed Dazai Osamu's rigorous wording - "one".

He slightly raised one eyebrow, vaguely understanding what the man was expressing to him.

He tapped the keyboard on the phone screen, and slowly typed a line: In other words, there is not only one person in the Karasuma consortium, including the leader of that large international criminal group, but...

"Two people." Kudo Shinichi's gaze was firm.

"There are two Bosses of the Black Organization." He raised his finger and pointed to the gorgeous woman standing opposite him, "You and Karasuma Renya have the same authority."

"You are all the bosses of the black organization." His voice full of determination finally fell.

The woman standing opposite her was darkened, as well as her beautiful face.At that moment, there seemed to be a storm in her eyes, and it might be a devastating disaster that could turn the whole world into a storm.

Her shadow under the light seemed to be gradually elongated, and it seemed to engulf the solid and fearless young man in the boundless darkness.

Kudo Shinichi stared at the woman cautiously, and when a drop of water fell down his chin to the ground, he realized that he was already covered in cold sweat.

Belmode chuckled suddenly.

"Kudo-kun, there is one thing, you are wrong."

The boy quietly took half a step back, "Which point?"

"The other boss of the black organization is not Renye Karasuma." Her flaming red lips were suddenly opened in a horrifying arc, and her eyes were fixed, as if flickering with horror. Human bloody red light.

"Renya Karasuma died 50 years ago."

"It was me who killed it with my own hands."

She smiled like a flower, like a sinful rose born of blood.

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