Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

If you treat life as a game, completely separate yourself, and just be the chess player on the game field, maybe it won't be so painful.

Too bad this will always be an immersive game.

"Apologize in advance to those who have suffered due to the change of the world line." Ming Liu closed the book, "I am very sorry, this side will never repent."

......

"but."

Ming Liu tilted his head.

"Why does it seem like nothing happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly trembled, and his already pale face immediately turned pale. He clutched his heart tightly, bent down and gasped for breath.

"Cough, cough..."

Sudden onset of angina.

"Fei Jia..." Ming Liu frowned, "Are you okay?"

Fyodor didn't look as miserable as him, but it wasn't much better. Both of them were pale and sweating, as if they had just been fished out of the sea.

"Have we crossed over?"

Fyodor looked at the cemetery behind him, which was empty: "Why do you say that?"

"The world has suddenly become fragile... It puts a lot of pressure on me." Mingliu seems to have maintained the symptoms of dyspnea. Fyodor initially judged it as hyperventilation caused by emotion. There are other reasons, "It always feels like there's something against me..."

Fyodor patted him on the back to help him breathe.

"Odasaku's tomb is gone. Are we back when he was alive?"

"Maybe." Fyodor thought for a while, and said something that might be beaten, "Maybe it's just that the world line has changed, and the location of the cemetery has moved."

"..." Mingliu chose to hang on Fyodor, "I'm a patient, Fyodor don't be mad at me, I'll vomit blood for you."

"Don't make such jokes."

"I'm not kidding." He slowed down his voice, and was supported by Fyodor to walk out, "I was just seriously considering whether Fyodor could carry me to a safe place, so I didn't faint."

"My heart is about to explode..."

It was probably extremely painful, so I kept awake by meaningless chatter.

"I haven't suffered such a serious injury since I was 14 years old. Yetu who died because of acclimatization...will definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame."

"Can you still walk?" Fyodor turned his head to stare at the man who was still struggling, "There seems to be a light over there, you can call for help."

"I can't walk." Ming Liu said very honestly, "But I feel that Fei Jia can't hold me. If I hug me, I will definitely worry more, worrying about falling down at any time."

He made a joke, and he laughed miserably first, spitting out the blood accumulated in his chest.

"You guys, are you okay?" A hand helped, and this hand was much stronger. Even in a dim environment, Fyodor could see the thick calluses between the other's fingers—a kind of callus. Gun cocoon, one is caused by writing with a pen all the year round.

"He vomited blood." After seeing such a horrifying scene after sunset, the gentleman's voice was also very calm.

"Oda Saku." Mingliu smiled sullenly, and fell forward, just in Oda Saku's arms, "ah, the living Oda Sakunosuke."

I finally saw Oda Saku today.

Oda Sakunosuke: ...?

He was a little messed up in the wind.

"Mr. Oda." He saw Fyodor, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, the grown-up Fyodor, standing in front of him, holding a thick cloak with his fingers, showing a familiar smile, "It seems we know each other? "

......

Oda Sakunosuke went to the beach to collect wind.No matter what he said, he began to embark on the path of a writer. After reading a lot of books, he chose to write a story by himself, which happened to be picked up by a magazine editor.At the request of the other party, he selected some of the manuscripts he had accumulated on weekdays and handed them over to the editor, and they published them just like that.

For this year's newcomer award, the editor of the newspaper is quite optimistic about him.

Odasaku then came out to collect folk stories after work, and prepared to write a new story.

After all, if you really want to develop the writer's path well, continuous writing is the most basic requirement-although in the editor's opinion, he himself is really too lazy to do it, and he puts his talents aside to rot.

If it wasn't for the editor, he still needs to be a little reserved, maybe he has already opened the door of the Armed Detective Agency and asked Oda why he didn't change jobs. "How can a literati like a teacher carry out such a dangerous job?" the editor would definitely say.

Although Oda Sakunosuke's job is an employee of the Armed Detective Agency.

He has been employed for a year or two, and he gets along well with everyone, so he has no intention of giving up his job at all.

"Oda!" The adopted child chirped in his ear, "Did you pick up two more people?"

Yes.Since leaving the killer industry, he has started adopting orphans, and now there are more than ten of them, almost returning with a homeless child after a while.

"These two are not children." Odasaku replied.The one I carried on my shoulders was over 1.7 meters, and the one I walked with was over 1.8 meters, so I couldn’t pick it up for adoption no matter what.

"I thought Oda was going to give us two older brothers."

"Xingsuke, don't make trouble. They are not feeling well."

"it is good......"

The child made a gesture of pulling the zipper with his hands and sealed his mouth.

"Does Mr. Oda work in the Armed Detective Agency?" Fyodor quickly confirmed that this Oda Sakunosuke was the one they knew, because four pots of succulents were placed in the most conspicuous place in the room. Lithops had also grown up, cracked into an ugly shape, but looked very healthy and full of vitality.

"Yes, part-time as a writer."

"That's an amazing career."

"I thought." Oda Sakunosuke spread out the tatami and put Mingliu on it, "I thought I would never see you again."

"In this world, there is absolutely no information about you."

Fyodor was silent for a moment.For him, this friendship that lasted all autumn is not that important.But for Mr. Oda Saku, I am afraid it has caused a very big impact.

He searched for it silently for a long time. During that period of time, it did not exist in this world, so no one understood it.

"I never thought that such a day would come." Fyodor tested the temperature of Mingliu's forehead. It seems that there is no fever at present, and it is probably just a problem of internal organs being compressed. "Has Mr. Oda asked Dazai-kun?"

It's normal that Mingliu's information can't be found. He probably hid it well in Russia at this time, so it's normal to not find it. Only Osamu Dazai should be in Yokohama at this time.This Dazai Osamu who never got along with them.

Oda Sakunosuke looked a little puzzled.

"Actually, I haven't found any information about him." His tone was not sure, "I have a little guess, but I'm not sure."

"Is that so?"

"It's you, how did you make it like this?" Suffering such a serious injury, unexpectedly appearing on the deserted beach.

"It's the price of willfulness." Fyodor sighed slightly, "Mr. Oda, we are not from the same world. We paid a certain price for coming here."

Oda Sakunosuke's dumb hair shook, a little touched.

"Mr. Oda, can you tell me as much information as possible about this world?"

"it is good."

……

The Mafia of this world has grown a bit too large, its tentacles have spread all over the place, completely destroying the so-called three-moment concept, and it is already a dominant family.The living space of other organizations is squeezed down to just enough room to breathe.

"Where's Mori Ogai?"

"Mori Ogai?" Oda Saku recalled, "It seems to be the former leader of Mafia, who has passed away."

Fyodor suddenly had a guess about the leader of Mafia in this world... well... it seems to be very reasonable, and very unreasonable.

Would that person really choose to be the leader?

"How does Oda-san feel about the current leader of Mafia?"

"It's very mysterious, with almost no information." He paused, recalling something, "It seems to be avoiding me."

It is of course extremely ridiculous that a dignified leader of an organization hides from an ordinary detective agency employee.

But Sakunosuke Oda felt this way. During the investigation, Mafia somehow avoided him in some places-of course it couldn't be because he was afraid of him alone, so it could only be that they had something they didn't want him to know.

Then the identity of the leader can be guessed.

"You're much smarter than me. You also think that's...?"

Fyodor nodded.

"There should be a reason." After committing so many atrocities, Oda Saku still subconsciously excused him.

"Perhaps." Fyodor could not fully understand this old rival, and sometimes even he felt that it was a terrible madman who could not guess.

"Oda Tsukuru." Ming Liu called out suddenly.

So they stopped chatting, turned their heads, and looked at the small animal-like person nestled in the tatami mat, clutching the quilt.His eyes were clear, and he didn't know how long he had been looking at them.

"Oda Tsukuru is alive." A voice mixed with exclamation and satisfaction.

Oda Sakunosuke glanced at Fyodor with some doubts, Mingliu was inexplicably showing symptoms similar to ptsd.

The latter explained for him: "In our world, you have passed away."

"That's it." Oda Saku didn't feel anything special about this matter.

He approached Ming Liu: "I'm still alive."

Simple, straightforward and powerful, Mingliu immediately became happy.

"Mmmmmmmmmm——" Chicken Pecking Rice was faster than him nodding, "I feel much better."

He tried to sit up, but Fyodor grabbed his shoulders and firmly fixed him on the tatami.

"No, you should have a good rest."

"Fei Jia..." Ming Liu blinked twice, "I'm really fine."

Fyodor covered his eyes with his palms, preventing the possibility of being impressed by the beautiful eyes, and he expressed his determination: "Mr. Oda has found it, so let's take a good rest today."

"But I remember listening to you talking."

"Enough talking."

"I haven't heard enough." Ming Liu grabbed Fyodor's hand and moved his palm away, "Feiya—are you talking about that Mafia?"

"Go on, I want to hear more."

He looked helplessly at the two people in the room.

Fyodor thought for a while: "What do you want to do? The Mafia here is the Mafia of the parallel world."

There was a curious light in the pure emerald eyes, which made people feel a little uncomfortable. It was the only way to look at prey.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look normal.

"I want to go play with someone from Mafia."

He took Fyodor's hand and drew it to his chest.

"Fei Jia... Tell me, if I demolish their building, will I be able to afford it?"

The author has something to say: Fyodor: Compensation is not impossible.

It is absolutely impossible to compensate Osamu Dazai.

The Oda work I saw at the beginning was of the if line, this is the foreshadowing that I buried for 800 years ()

Back then, spending Mingliu's money to buy things, now, buying a Mafia building for my wife, isn't it too much?

感谢在2021-11-2302:18:42~2021-11-2321:42:13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!