Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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Sawada Tsunayoshi has not returned to the one-person apartment he rented in Yokohama for two months.

He thought it was troublesome before, and paid the rent for several months in one go. Now this house still belongs to him, and it is a place where he can stay.

The key was inserted into the lock, and the door opened with a crisp metal crash.

He wriggled and took off the key and pushed open the anti-theft door. What came to his face was a strong smell of dust and damp.

He wrinkled his nose and changed his shoes at the entrance. The first thing he did after entering the room was to open the windows for ventilation.

Compared with the spacious villa in Tokyo, this one-person apartment is really not enough.Although it is more than enough to accommodate one person, but looking at it now, it will feel cramped and cramped.

And it's so quiet.

Sawada Tsunayoshi turned on the wall lamp in the living room, and a small beam of light lit up in the dim space, and he sat down slowly on the sofa under the light.

It was time for the curtain to fall outside the window, and the lights on the street had already been lit up in groups.

Usually at this time, there should already be someone yelling in his ear that he is hungry and wants to have dinner.

The wall clock on the wall of the living room is still tirelessly dragging its pendulum, and the second hand will make a uniform and rigid sound every time it takes a step forward.The entire room was echoing with the din of no change.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stared blankly at the dark room for a long time.

He couldn't understand why he was suddenly so weird.

When he put the book on Osamu Dazai, he seemed to have another self withdrawn from the side to watch coldly. At the end, he sneered and mocked: "What are you doing, Tsunayoshi Sawada?"

Yeah, what are you doing?

What kind of answer do you want to get when you say something that you can't even understand?

Sawada Tsunayoshi lay paralyzed on the sofa, with his head raised high, staring at the not-so-bright light circle above his head, with a daze almost overflowing from his face.

Finally, he raised his palms and patted his face a few times.

Stop thinking about what's there and what's not.

Shouldn't it be a matter of urgency to figure out where the last piece is?

The consciousness of this world told him that his world was "stopped" at the moment before disappearing, but that was only "stopped".In fact, through the words of [Book], we can understand that this "stagnation state" is not permanent, but I don't know how much time is left.

I don't know how that person did it, but it is probably because of this that he can survive alive and kicking in this world-the world has not disappeared, so he has not disappeared either.

But in the same way, it can also be known that if you don't find the last piece of debris as soon as possible to fill up the original power of this world, you will also decline along with that world.

In a sense, it's really dramatic.

Time and time again, lives were saved by a man named "Osamu Dazai".

Sawada Tsunayoshi slowly closed his eyes, and raised the back of his hand to cover his eyelids.As a result, the light from the light strip above was blocked, and everything suddenly returned to quiet darkness.

The last piece, in Yokohama.

Yokohama was the first city he settled in after he came to this world, and it was also the place where he stayed the longest in this world.

However, apart from the urban legend about [Book], he didn't get any more information.

Thinking about it from another angle, if you can't find out the news, is it because the [book] is actually hidden by someone?

If the last fragment is in the hands of someone, then the identity of this person must be extraordinary.No matter what status you have, at least you should.

Sawada Tsunayoshi sat up suddenly, the sofa was pushed down and tilted with his excessive force, and a pillow fell directly to the ground.

He slowly opened his eyes wide, and carefully recalled the days when he worked in the port mafia.

It is similar to the "top secret" mission to fool the members of the Black Lizard, the auction on the skyship, and going to Tokyo to kidnap the prisoner Renya Karasuma.

If the former is still unclear and cannot be used as a reference for the time being, then the latter two tasks he participated in actually revolve around one thing in the final analysis——

book.

The leader of the port mafia clearly did not see the auction item on the skyship, but he handed over the auction task to Zhongye before boarding the airship.

This is one of them.

Osamu Dazai used Kunikida Doppo's ability to forge another notebook.And after this notebook was brought back by Zhongya Zhongyuan, the leader of the port mafia quickly determined that it was a fake.And because of this matter, Osamu Dazai has been "wanted" for two full months, and it is not over until today.

This is the second.

At the expense of Black Lizard's combat power, he dispatched members to hijack Karasuma Renye, who is suspected to have a lot of information on the "book".

This is the third.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder I stayed in Yokohama for such a long period of time, changing work places one after another to search for information without any substantial results.

In fact, it was because that fragment was in the hands of the leader of the world in this city.

Thinking about it this way, it became more coherent.

All the clues point to the man on the top floor of the tallest building in Yokohama, the one holding the fragments and hiding behind the scenes.

His thoughts suddenly cleared up, and his head was no longer buzzing like before.

However, now there is another problem——

On the record of the port mafia, he must be a dead man.

People who had been "dead" for two months suddenly returned to the organization, no matter how you think about it, they are suspicious existences.If you really want to step into the port mafia building swaggeringly as "Sawada Tsunayoshi", maybe this time you will really be caught in the interrogation room and tortured.

So, how about a new look and consider infiltrating the port mafia again?

Sawada Tsunayoshi tilted his head.

In this mafia organization before, he had never shown his deadly flames.And this organization has a rule that does not need to be stated but everyone knows it-"Supernatural powers are supreme".

He straightened his back and gently rubbed his chin with his thumb and index finger.

Otherwise, simply say that he is a person with supernatural powers with the ability to fire?

This is the most efficient way to get promoted to a high position. The higher the position, the more contact with the leader.

Follow this pace to think backwards, to think backwards.

think.

Sawada Tsunayoshi fell into a silence that lasted for thousands of years.

Moreover, there was an urge to punch myself hard.

It's deadly.

In a flash of thought today, he lit a flame directly from the exit and took Osamu Dazai away.And the Hong Kong/black members who were in charge of tracking must have seen it clearly, and naturally reported this matter to their leaders truthfully.

Considering Osamu Dazai's supernatural ability, the ability to take that guy directly to the sky in public, it becomes worth thinking about.

And it happened that at this juncture, a person who claimed to have the ability of flames came to the port mafia to apply for a job.

No matter how you think about it, it's a big problem!

The back road was sealed by himself.

As expected of you, Tsunayoshi Sawada.

The brown-haired young man ruffled his hair frantically, collapsed back on the sofa and shouted silently.

This time, it was really about to make me cry stupidly.

"Ding-dong-"

Sawada Tsunayoshi turned his head.

He stared at the door, and it took him a long time to realize that it was the doorbell of his apartment that had been rang.

It has been nearly two months since he lived in this apartment, but this is the first time he heard the bell in front of his door.

However, the time will come to his apartment.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, stood up and walked silently to the door with light steps.

The doorbell was only pressed once.

I don't know if the people outside are not sure whether he is inside or other reasons, but through a door, Sawada Tsunayoshi can feel that the people outside the door have not left.

Because there are no footsteps.

Without even the slightest hesitation about whether to leave, he just stood stubbornly at the door.

Silent.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stood at the entrance, sighing secretly.

He knew who was standing outside.

After hesitating for a while, he opened the door.

It was the young man with slightly curly black hair who bumped into him head-on.He stood at the door, holding the small suitcase brought back from Tokyo in one hand, "Ah, Tsunayoshi-kun, good evening~"

Sawada Tsunayoshi held the doorknob with one hand, and only opened a small gap for the door, while the other arm subconsciously blocked the door frame like a fence passing across.

There was no sign of wanting outsiders to enter the house at all.

"What are you doing here?" He stared at the man who was still smiling brightly at the door, wondering if he had put on a hypocritical shell again, and asked plainly.

"Hey, do you still need to ask this kind of question?" The man tilted his head with a smile, his tail raised, pretending that nothing happened, and quietly pawed his other hand on the door, "Tummy I'm hungry, of course I'm going back to look for 'Jinshi'."

The door was pulled forward by another external force, and Tsunayoshi Sawada forcefully pulled it back expressionlessly, still maintaining the opening range as if he was wary of strangers.

"Osamu Dazai." When calling out this name, he pronounced the words very hard.

He looked at the handsome man at the door, paused for a moment as if he was gathering strength, and finally said in a particularly cold tone: "All these jokes are over."

After the words fell, the entire corridor outside the apartment seemed to fall silent.

Slowly, little by little, the corners of the lips of the man on the opposite side's pretentiously raised face disappeared, like fine sand flowing from a tiny gap in an hourglass.

I don't know how long this process lasted, but it took so long that the voice-activated lights in the corridor were all turned off.

The lights went out and there were no lights in his house.

Therefore, the slender figure of that person was completely hidden in the darkness, and the quiet moonlight cast by the window of the corridor far away could barely describe his shallow outline.

"Ah." The man outside the door finally spoke again, but the voice was very soft, as if a gust of wind would disperse in an instant, "Is that so?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his eyelashes lightly and did not respond with any words.Just to prove himself with actions, the strength in his hands increased again, and the gap in the door became narrower and narrower.

The voice-activated light outside the door came on again.

"Gang Ji-jun." The complex syllables seemed to jump out of a special rhythm under the melodious voice, and the man's tone was soft and moderate: "Now I suddenly have a very strong premonition."

The seemingly thin arm that was bandaged and still clinging to the door suddenly exerted strength——

"Boom—" The door smashed against the wall of the room.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was forced to back away in amazement. He thought that the people outside were pulling back the door so hard that he didn't use much strength at all.Unexpectedly, that person was simply charging for a blow just now.

And the man in the sand-colored windbreaker walked in so logically and majestically.

There was no smile, and now only the burning eyes are left: "If I just leave here today."

Sawada Tsunayoshi stepped back slowly in small steps, while the intruder just followed his steps and moved forward step by step.

"I'll probably spend a whole lifetime regretting who I am at this moment." The man's hoarse voice fell.

At this moment, his back was pressed against the cold wall.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stared at the man across from him, and shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly.

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