Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

(5)

"Why are you sitting alone at the beach?" Isamu Sakurada sat down beside Tsunayoshi Sawada, his thick arms wrapped around the restless little girl, the strength was not too strong, and it happened that the little girl couldn't break free to prevent her Running around without hurting the little girl.

"Well, how should I say it?" Tsunayoshi Sawada stared into the distance and slowly stuffed a takoyaki into his mouth, one side of his cheek was bulging round, "I'm a little homesick."

At first, I thought it would be safe to use the A-level ring and the world newsletter over there when I arrived in another world. The strength of the A-level ring is enough to support him to communicate with the world over there for at least 5 minutes, but he never expected that there were only three rings left, and he didn't dare to use it recklessly.

I don't know how the plan to fight Bailan Jesso over there is going.

Isamu Sakurada didn't ask about the origin of Tsunayoshi Sawada, but he never expected that the other party would mention the word "home" to him.

He glanced at Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was staring at the blue sky and ocean in the distance.

"Are you a native of Japan?" Isamu Sakurada asked.

The world view of this world is almost the same as that of my own world, and the countries and cities are basically in the same state.

As for whether he is a native of Japan, Tsunayoshi Sawada nodded and replied: "Yes. But not in Yokohama."

"The first time I saw you, I knew you were from another place." Isamu Sakura glanced at the young man who was chewing something, and said seriously: "Sometimes birth and origin are not particularly important things, I leave you mainly It's because you're smart enough and seem to lack a place to live."

"I'm very accurate at knowing people." He stretched out his somewhat rough fingers, and gently tapped the skin near his eye sockets, "I know you are a pretty kind boy, so I don't ask why you came here, What are you going to do again?"

Hearing this, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help laughing, "Does this ability to recognize people at a glance exist in the world?"

"Of course it exists." The often expressionless man in his prime suddenly showed a somewhat smug expression, "Probably the only one in the world. I don't need to trust other people, but I will definitely trust myself."

The last topic ended here, Sakurada glanced at his extremely casual attire, and asked casually, "Where did you go this morning?"

This is not a situation that needs to be concealed, so Sawada Tsunayoshi replied: "Armed detective agency."

"Did you give them any commission?"

"It's just a commission to find something." Sawada Tsunayoshi replied.

The other party didn't elaborate, so Isamu Sakurada didn't ask any more questions.

This young man named Tsunayoshi Sawada must have some purpose in coming to Yokohama.But as long as that purpose doesn't touch his interests, what does it matter to him?

"Dad! I want to eat takoyaki!" The little girl, who had been quietly listening to the conversation between the two for a while, realized that she couldn't understand what the two of them were saying at all, so she raised her voice and started waving her hands indiscriminately.

"Okay, okay, let's go, Dad will take you to eat takoyaki." Isamu Sakurada stood up, grabbed the little girl's armpit with both hands, lifted her high and let her sit on his shoulders. ,

The girl straddling the high place cheered excitedly and waved her hands happily.

"Sawada, I'll take her to eat takoyaki first, and I'll probably be back at the shop later today."

Isamu Sakurada's expression fluctuates very little on weekdays, but at this moment, Tsunayoshi was shocked to find that the other party showed a heartfelt, even laughing expression.

"Okay, I wish you a good time." Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled and raised his hand, waving to the two.

Gang Ji looked at the backs of the two people who were gradually going away, the waves churned over and over again, and finally returned to calm when they lapped on the sea.Occasionally, a seagull flew past and uttered a crisp cry, and the sound echoed in his ears.

He didn't come back to his senses until the figures of the two had completely disappeared from his sight.

He put his hand deep into his collar and took out a ring worn on it by a small silver chain. He lifted the ring up and squinted his eyes halfway. Through the middle of the ring, he felt the scorching sun swaying on his body.

Speaking of the content of the commission, in fact, Sawada Tsunayoshi approached the Armed Detective Agency simply with the mentality of giving it a try.

Osamu Dazai was lying on the desk, playing with a blueprint with a ring pattern in his hand.Bored, he rolled the paper into a straight cylinder, and looked at Kunikida Doppo who was sitting beside him through the round hole of the paper, "Hey, Kunikida, the ring drawn on this blueprint is really strange."

His expression was a bit unpredictable: "The client's commission is also very strange. He said something like 'I have lost 27 rings drawn on this paper. I beg you to help me find them'."

He paused, narrowed his long and narrow eyes half-closed, pouted his mouth, showing an exaggerated puzzled expression, and then said: "Ah, do you have some kind of collection addiction? There are so many identical rings, and there are so many rings in the collection. Obsessive people generally take good care of their collections."

"The description he gave is also relatively broad. It seems that he is not sure whether these rings are scattered in Yokohama. After all, if the rings are outside Yokohama, it will be difficult for the detective agency to find them." Kunikida Doppo replied.

While speaking, he was reviewing the document, without even raising his head, he was still reading the content of the document carefully.

"That's why." Osamu Dazai raised one cheek, glanced at the window from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly the brown-haired young man with a gentle smile appeared in front of his eyes.

He held his chin, his eyes darkened, and said in a low voice, "What a strange guy."

At this point, the door of the office was just pushed open by Atsushi Nakajima, who had completed the last commission, and Izumi Kyoka followed behind him.

Osamu Dazai turned his head and looked at the two who walked in slowly, with a treacherous smile on his face, "The troublesome and hard work of finding things is of course to be entrusted to the younger generation."

"What about you?" Kunikida Doppo asked.

"All the troublesome things are left to the juniors. Of course I'm going to get ready to get off work." Speaking of this, Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, and then a huge smile suddenly appeared on his face, "I'm probably going to have a drink or something , as expected, most of the happiness in life comes from wine~"

Kunikida Doppo glanced at him, and replied sharply and fiercely: "Hmph, then your happiness is really pitiful."

Speaking of this, Osamu Dazai kicked the office chair with wheels, and the office chair slid to Kunikida's desk along with the strength. He leaned out and approached Kunikida Doppo, who was still correcting documents, and said: " Hey, Kunikida, you rarely drink alcohol, don't you?"

What Dazai Osamu said is undoubtedly right, Kunikida Doppo has never left anything related to "alcohol" in his life plan.

"Adult life is inseparable from alcohol. In life, work, and future marriage, it is something that often appears. It is very useful for your life. Yes, yes, write it down, write it down .”

Seeing Kunikida taking out his notebook and writing on it, Osamu Dazai suddenly smiled and said three short words: "I lied to you."

Kunikida Doppo stopped the pen, and he did not know how many times he broke the pen with his palm.

He turned his head with teeth sour, his forehead was full of blue veins, and a white light reflected from his lens, "You bastard."

Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyouka who had just entered the office heard a burst of sound coming from the desk.

"Ah, Mr. Kunikida is fighting with Mr. Dazai again." Nakajima Atsushi stood by and watched helplessly.

"No." Izumi Kyoka denied Nakajima Atsushi's words, and complained blankly: "Obviously, Mr. Dazai was beaten unilaterally."

The journey back to Ric from the beach is a bit far away, and when Tsunayoshi Sawada took the train back to the bar, it was almost working hours.

Back upstairs in the staff quarters, he took off his hoodie and quickly changed into a white shirt.He put on a slim-fitting dark blue vest, and after buttoning it neatly, he looked in the mirror to straighten his somewhat messy hair blown by the sea breeze, and then walked downstairs quickly.

There is no game for him tonight, so he only needs to mix a few glasses of wine they like on the upper floor according to the requirements of the customers.Taking this opportunity, I also want to set up a set of various news about Yokohama with the more talkative customers.

He has never forgotten what kind of mission he came to this world. His world is in a precarious situation, and he must find the power to support the world's origin no matter what.

But for now, he is still in a state of no clue as to what and where the original power of this world is.

Although I have been in the gray area of ​​Ric for a period of time, I have inquired about all kinds of gossip and information, but none of them seem to be related to what I need.

Sawada Tsunayoshi spoke silently.

He is not interested in such matters as which high-ranking official's mistress is so-and-so, how many illegitimate children he has outside, but sometimes in order to ensure the atmosphere of the conversation, he pretends to be surprised, and opens his mouth wide to say: "I really didn't expect that." ah."

Now that the bar is just open for business hours, Tsunayoshi Sawada walked to the glass door and turned the small sign hanging on it to the "Open" side to face the outside world. When he lowered his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the corner of the sand-colored coat .

Tsuna raised his head abruptly, and found a slender man in a sand-colored windbreaker standing outside the glass door.

The afterglow of the setting sun traveled through the gaps between the tall buildings and landed on half of the man's body, so half of the man's body was bright and half hidden in darkness.

The slightly curled black hair on his forehead fluttered gently with the evening wind, making those eyes with unknown rays of light extraordinarily beautiful.

The two looked at each other across a layer of glass.

There is no doubt that the other party has a face that can make countless women admire and countless men hate.

Sawada Tsunayoshi dare not say that he has seen countless people, but he has seen all kinds of people, and Osamu Dazai is definitely one of the most handsome men he has ever seen.

At this time, the young man who was still standing at the door showed a smile that was not a smile. The meaning was unclear, but it seemed that he was not kind.

It was the person I met at the coffee shop downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency this morning. If I remember correctly, his name was Osamu Dazai.

The other party reacted first, first pushed open the glass door with a smile, then walked in slowly, and said in a tone as if he had met an old man who hadn't seen him for many years: "What a coincidence, Mr. Sawada, I didn't expect you to work here."

"Yeah, what a coincidence." Maintaining a calm face, Sawada Tsunayoshi returned the other party with a polite smile.

From the detective agency to this bar, it takes several stops just by tram. I just met once this morning and met again in the afternoon.

There are not so many coincidences in the world. Of course, Tsunayoshi Sawada would not be so stupid as to think it was just a coincidence.

If it had nothing to do with him that the opponent found Ric, then it must be because of the match in the underground arena.

There will be a heavyweight duel today. If nothing else, many Ric "members" will come to participate in gambling and betting, and enjoy a feast of fighting.

After all, no one would take a tram far away to go to a bar for a drink, unless that person loved that bar so much that he couldn't help himself.

But Tsunayoshi Sawada has been working in the bar for two weeks, but he has never seen Osamu Dazai come here.

Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced at the man's neck, a section of bandage was exposed above the collar.

When he first saw this man in the morning, in fact, the first thing he paid attention to was not the man's extraordinary appearance, but the bandages wrapped around his body.

The color of the bandage is very new, there is no trace of yellowing, and the white thread that makes up the bandage has not been pulled apart. It looks like it has just been bandaged.

"Did Mr. Dazai come here to drink?" Sawada Tsunayoshi asked.

"Oh, of course I want to drink when I come to the bar, Mr. Sawada's question is too strange." The man responded with a cadence as if he was giving a speech.

With his hands in the pockets of his jacket, he strode straight to the bar.

"No, I just want to say that people who have just been injured are not suitable to be stimulated by alcohol." Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled and slightly tilted his head, and walked back to the bar.

After hearing Sawada Tsunayoshi's words, Osamu Dazai couldn't help being slightly taken aback. He looked down at the bandages wrapped round and round on his forearm, and then he showed a funny look, and nodded in agreement: " Well, you have a point, so a glass of whiskey, please."

"Forgive my refusal." Tsunayoshi Sawada took out a white cloth and began to routinely wipe the wine glasses on the bar counter. He lowered his head and said, "Out of professional ethics and good intentions, I hope you don't drink alcohol during your injury, especially whiskey. A rather strong drink of this type."

"Ah~" Osamu Dazai dragged his chin and looked at Tsunayoshi Sawada, who had turned his back to him and began to put wine glasses on the shelf, and he could not help squinting his eyes and sighed.

"Okay, okay, even if you win."

He took out a black card from his pocket, put it on the bar, and slowly pushed the card towards Sawada Tsunayoshi with one hand.

"Then, Mr. Bartender—" Dazai Osamu did not call Sawada Tsunayoshi's name this time, but changed his address. He tapped the tabletop of the bartending table lightly with his white fingertips. There was a dull thumping sound.

"Do you recognize this card?" he asked.

Sawada Tsunayoshi put down the last goblet, turned around, and suddenly found that the man had a smile on his face.

It looked like a beautifully crafted ceramic doll, and it always maintained a weird smile that became more and more frightening.

When standing in the sunset, the pupils of the eyes that had been rolling and shining had lost their luster, and those iris-colored eyes seemed to reflect an endless abyss.

At that moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi realized in a trance that although iris is a very beautiful color, it is also a unique color of dead branches and leaves.

Lifeless, lifeless.