Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

"So poor—"

After lying peacefully for half a month, Ming Liu wailed on the sofa.

He thought he was enough to stay at home, but the others were more able to stay at home, and each of them didn't go out unless necessary.Even Odasaku, who goes out the most times, only goes to a fixed market to buy vegetables, and goes to a fixed place to sort garbage.

"If this goes on like this, the savings will be exhausted—"

"No, Mr. Mingliu. There will be a new source of income soon."

"Eh?" Mingliu looked at Fyodor upside down on the sofa, his posture was like a liquid cat, his emerald eyes were wide open, "Feijia, you don't plan to go to work, do you?"

"It's not wrong to say so." He hugged the quilt that had just been dried, and walked past Ming Liu, his whole body smelled of being fully sun-dried, which was quite harmless.These days, he went to bed early and got up early, perfectly avoiding the time when the female ghost haunted him. The dark circles under his eyes gradually faded, and his whole body became much brighter. "After all, it's not good to always spend Mr. Mingliu's money."

"Fei Jia..." Ming Liu was moved.

It's so obedient to take the initiative to subsidize the family at such a young age.

"Then, even if it's work, don't make yourself too tired, rest more, and don't stay up late." Ming Liu instructed a few words, and then thought of the most important question, "What is Fei Jia's job?"

"Helping others." Fyodor stood on tiptoe, trying to stuff the folded quilt into the top cabinet.The loose clothes were pulled up for a while with the movement, revealing a pale and thin ankle, which felt like it would break if it was too hard.

"Wow, Fedya is such a kind person."

"Then we're going out too." Dazai put on his formal clothes, Ming Liu almost forgot how he looked in kimono.Because he didn't need to see people when he was squatting at home, Osamu Dazai lived in two pajamas for half a month.

"I'm going out with Dazai." Oda Sakunosuke remained the same, speaking plainly.

"You guys..." Mingliu groaned and lay down, "So I'm the only one who is a salted fish... Sure enough, I should go drink with Yinsang..."

......

"Hehe." Osamu Dazai sneered twice.

He and Fyodor reached a short-term cooperation agreement, and before returning to the original world, there will be no infighting.It's just, why can that mouse lie at home safely and do some easy work, why does he have to come out to run tasks.

He kicked the pebbles on the side of the road away in dissatisfaction.

"Aren't you happy?" Oda Sakunosuke asked suddenly.

"Ah, it's not that bad. I just, really hate dealing with mice."

Odasaku didn't understand what he was referring to, paused, and changed the subject: "Let's just say it first, I won't help you kill people."

"Should I say this is the killer's intuition?" Dazai's tone was brisk, without any sense of being exposed, "Don't tell Mingliu-kun what happened today. Treat it as a secret commission, and ask Fyodor for the reward. Oda Tsukuru , you will help, right. Odasaku—"

"As long as it's not about murder."

"Ah, ah, ah, it won't be so tragic." Dazai still didn't stop his brisk voice when there was no way out ahead, "After all, it's just a group of little mice."

"Bastard, who do you call a mouse!"

The irritable samurai held the hilt of the knife, his muscles tensed, and he was about to slash it, but the man with the three-quarter hairstyle blocked him.

"Don't be so impulsive." This man was wearing a blue kimono, with a long scar on his face, two mustaches, and small eyes. He really looked like a mouse.With a pipe in his mouth, he calmly stopped his subordinates, "We're just here to talk this time."

"Hey, Odasaku, it's strange that Kuro Michi still has a [-]-point hairstyle these days." Osamu Dazai pointed at his hairstyle, and turned around to complain to Odasaku.

"Bastard! What do you know! Three to seven points is the truth of the universe, you hateful brat, I'm going to kill you!" "Boss, calm down, boss." "Didn't you say we need to talk first, boss!"

After a while of confusion.

"I didn't expect it, so it's just two brats? Or is it that the adults behind are so timid that they dare not even show their faces?" The young leader of the Shugou Group, Katsuo Kurokama, exhaled a puff of cigarette, feeling quite emotional, "I really can't underestimate the children of today."

He suddenly received a secret letter yesterday, and what was written on it was so shocking that he had to come forward to "talk".On that thin piece of paper, not only all their recent business dealings, but also some future plans were all mentioned, which is simply creepy.

It was as if invisible, they were being targeted by an invisible enemy.

Got caught by a cat.

"Although I also think it's too cruel to attack children, don't you think you know too much? Maybe tomorrow morning, there will be two more beautiful cement bricks on the bottom of the sea."

Looking at the unscrupulous gangsters, they suddenly held the knife neatly, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Dazai took a step forward indifferently.

"Let's do it." He raised his head slightly, exposing the most vulnerable neck, "A samurai sword must be very sharp. Thinking about it, it's a very romantic way to die."

His voice was light and ethereal, yet there was a heaviness that came from nowhere.

"Why don't you do it? Are the cherry blossoms and the samurai already rotten?"

"That... sir, why are your hands shaking?"

Dazai has not yet started puberty, and his voice is full of cute childishness.The facial features have not grown, and the shape of the eyes is even more soft, like cat's eyes, there is even a little cute, soft baby fat on the cheeks, and the height is not enough. When you get close, you even need to raise your head to look up at others to look at each other.

The samurai holding the knife was forced to tremble slightly, his palms were sweating, and he didn't dare to move.

This young man is clearly powerless, why would he feel scared?

He lowered his head slightly, meeting those iris eyes.

There is nothing inside.

No, there is everything in it, like a whirlpool of confusion, crushing and swallowing people's spirits, crushing everything indifferently.

Even though he slashed countless people with his knife, he has never seen such an indifferent person.

"Dazai." Oda Saku called out, "Stop playing."

"...Oh." Dazai backed away like a dexterous wild cat, and stood beside Odasaku again, blinking his eyes, innocent and harmless.

It seems that the malice towards Fyodor was accidentally transferred here.

Well, anyway, it doesn't matter if the little mouse outside plays badly.

"What exactly are you going to talk to us about?"

"It's very simple." Osamu Dazai used that brisk tone again, "We also want to join the Shugou group."

"what?"

......

"Fei Jia, is this the new job you're looking for?"

Ming Liu looked hesitantly at the person who came to visit, who was said to be a client.The other party was kneeling on the ground, meticulous, with his back as straight as a drawn sword.

Saber, with thick calluses on the palms, and suspicious scars on the sides of the face, behind the ears, and on the back of the hands.

"Fei Jia, what exactly is your job...?"

"It's counseling," Fyodor replied, "to help the lost find their way."

Author has something to say: Crime Advice (The Fog)

Originally there was no such plot, but when writing the outline, it was arranged that Mingliu's family had no money and everyone went out to work.

Then I looked at Dazai Feijia's part-time job and thought about it for a long time.

"Why don't the two of them become consulting detectives?"

I feel that I may be suitable for indeterminate updates... always want to drag to zero.

感谢在2021-11-0200:00:00~2021-11-0300:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Shiliu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!