The days of being a forensic doctor of salted fish in Rice Flower Town

Hello everyone, my name is Tianhai Lizi, I am a salted fish now, and my future wish is to continue to be a salted fish.

Although I live such a rotten life, I was not born to be rotten.

I have a sister named Belmode, who is not my own, or I would be an elderly woman by now.I was picked up by her trash can and fed by handfuls. It sounds like a warm and touching story, but it is not so warm and touching when it is placed in the organization.

There are times when I study hard, times when I work hard, and times when I swallow tears silently for the sake of success.There is no sword that can be sharpened without tempering, and it is difficult for me to have a chance of surviving without rolling on the tip of the knife.

And now I choose to be a salted fish, just because I am disappointed with this abnormal life status.

Such a loose life of salted fish is unbelievable for modern migrant workers who are accustomed to the exploitation of capitalists, and for members who work hard in the organization, but it is just right for Lizi in Mihua Town.

Every time Gin scolded me for "not thinking ahead", but I refuted him to call it "instant carpe diem".

I have the opportunity to be salty like this. First of all, I would like to thank the organization and the boss for giving me such a blessed and good task.

I was willing to continue to lurk in Mihua Town. It is my honor to be a forensic doctor, and it is my luck to work for the welfare of the organization. I would like to spend my whole life in this position.

But what I didn't expect was that my mission was over and my good days were over.

Not only that, but he was also sent back to work under Gin Jiu, an excellent employee who had been an organization model worker for 23 consecutive years.

That guy from Gin really didn’t intend to let me continue to stay in Mihua Town. When I got his long task list as if he was assigning homework to a senior high school student, I suddenly felt a little dizzy, and my mind even Zhu Fujingguang and Jiang Guling flashed past like a flash of light.

I'm sorry, but for a moment, I really wanted to betray.

It's not that the organization doesn't give enough money, or that employee benefits aren't good enough, but that the work intensity is a little too high.

Life is alive, you still have to enjoy it.

I sat on the roof, thinking about life, and couldn't help but sigh.

Stretch out your feet and put them on the outside. Looking down, you can see the high-hanging buildings.

This is a monitoring location for tomorrow, and I'll check it out in advance.

The organization controls many celebrities in the political and business circles, and its big net has penetrated into every corner of Neon, and it is simply impossible to uproot.

But these people are not covering the sky with one hand, as long as they don't cooperate, they will be ordered to kill them, and new faces will take their place in the near future.

Over the years, I have been used to seeing all kinds of celebrities, their hypocritical faces, and their struggles and tears before they died. I feel tired.

I quietly made a mark on the rooftop, and planned the future route of the dead man within my shooting range, which was repetitive and tedious.

I have to say that the wind in the tall building is cool and pleasant. I stood on the high platform, and the wind lifted my long hair, as if it could blow away all my troubles.

If only I could stay in the time when I completely lost my memory in the hospital. At that time, I was happy and simple, and my only thought was how to beat the Matsuda array in the next bed in a small game the next day flat.

Even the days of lying in bed eating potato chips with nothing to do are more interesting than this kind of life.

Suddenly a white figure appeared in front of me. Without any precaution, I was grabbed by the collar, like an eagle catching prey on the ground, and was dragged to the center of the roof in a very embarrassing manner. I was a little unsteady, and a He staggered and fell on his back.

"You... what do you want!"

Kaitou Kidd's tone seemed a little flustered, and his white figure appeared in front of my eyes.

"I want to ask you what you want to do!" I didn't want to get up at all. I fell down and fell down immediately, and fell on the ground in the shape of a "big" on the ground of the roof. When I opened my eyes, I saw the blue to transparent sky helplessly sighed.

Kidd squatted in front of me, looked down at me with a loveless face, stretched out his hand and poked my cheek:

"I thought you couldn't think about it."

"No way." I pursed my mouth, "It's just blowing the wind, you see, I seem to be a person who can't think about it."

"You didn't know it before, but you can't say it now."

"But..." I was a little depressed, "No matter when I am, I am always the same."

The Kaitou Kidd stared at me, then turned around, sat down, and learned to lie flat on the roof like me.

"Really?" He said hesitantly, "I always feel that you have changed a lot, and you are not as happy as before."

I was silent, just silently looked up at the sky.

"If you make yourself unhappy, it's better to end this state as soon as possible." He seemed to be giving me some spiritual persuasion.

"You are a high school student, stop pretending to be an adult to give me life guidance." I pouted dissatisfied.

"I'm not a high school student." His tone sounded like he clenched his fist silently with a little grievance, "I'm a magician under the moonlight."

I didn't get angry to refute him anymore, I just stared blankly at the clouds in the sky being blown away by the wind, one after another, moving slowly...

I am asleep.

Lying under the blue sky, sleepiness comes faster than usual, maybe I have been squeezed by gin too often recently, and fatigue comes faster than the brain's reaction.

When I woke up from the roof with sore body, the Kaitou Kidd had disappeared, as if he had never been here before, I turned my face and found out.

There is a small flower by my ear.

I might have been in a better mood if I hadn't woken up to the long list of new tasks Gin sent me.

I stood up, shook my hands like the old people in the square, stretched my muscles, and rubbed my sore neck.

I couldn't help looking back at the glass window of the target. Like a child, I put my fingers together and made a wooden warehouse posture, aiming at the window on the opposite floor.

There will be an extra bullet hole in this position tomorrow, but I'm not interested, and I don't even want to do it.

I recalled what the Phantom Thief had said to me just now, and felt a little melancholy.

After thinking about it, I used an anonymous account, secretly erased the traces of my login, and sent a message to Amuro Toru, which included the goal of the mission and the execution time.

Believe it or not, I'm giving you undercover agents a chance to gather witnesses and catch important criminals.

I sighed and was about to turn off my phone when I suddenly saw a social networking site that I hadn't logged in for a long time.

It seems that from the moment I returned to the organization and ran away from the old apartment, I haven't checked it for a long time.

I accidentally opened it, and the screen full of red dots flashed out. I frowned and found that there were many unread messages under my account.

One by one, all from Matsuda Jinpei.

"Happy October 10nd, I saw a big moon today."

"Happy October 10rd, today I went to the supermarket to buy your favorite big chicken drumsticks."

"Happy October 10th, the ice cream shop downstairs has started buying one and getting one free again."

"Happy October 10th, Hagiwara Kenji said he would like to go to the izakaya with us again."

"Happy October 10th, I went to see the sunrise today, but I think it will be better with you."

……

There is one every day, rain or shine, and under the blog post that I haven’t updated for a long time, there are already his comments. It’s full of lines like writing a small essay.

I felt a little sour in my heart, but I didn't reply a single one, and just pressed the screen off.

I took a deep breath and kept telling myself.

Don't care about him Don't care about him Don't care about him

This will bring him danger bring danger bring danger.

After brainwashing myself for half a minute, I put my phone in my pocket and climbed down from the rooftop.

But I think, there must be some sinful relationship between the two of us.

Matsuda Jinping did not know when he inherited Zhu Fu Jingguang's ability to drill small grass bushes without a teacher, and the skill of drilling small grass bushes was as proficient as if he was born.

I was bored walking on the side of the road, trying to take more walks to delay fishing time, but as I was walking, a small curly hair came out.

Of course, it can also be said that a pair of sunglasses emerged.

"Hi~" He greeted me as casually as if he met an acquaintance on the road, "The weather is nice today, isn't it?"

I don't know how he found my whereabouts.

Could it be that the news came from secretly following Toru Amuro, it's too accurate!

If it was in the past, I would definitely invite him to have a coffee and a meal, or sit on the side of the road with a can of Coke and open the can, and then hold a cup together.

But now, the big suitcase in my hand is filled with the sniper guns needed for tomorrow's mission. If the coat is lifted up, there are several wooden warehouses inserted in it.

I pressed his head calmly and pushed him back into the grass.

As if nothing happened.

Just like I pressed Zhu Fu Jingguang's head into the grass last time, what makes perfect.

An antique Porsche drove out of the corner and stopped steadily at the intersection.

The window was lowered, revealing Gin's cold side face, he didn't even give me half a look.

Daddy's Gin, a damn model worker, must have come to pick me up to work because he was suspicious again after seeing me not coming back for a long time.

Didn't I just take a nap on the roof and take a slow walk on the road for a while, as for that?

I clenched my hands, lowered the brim of my hat, pretended to yawn, and naturally covered my slightly parted lips.

I secretly whispered to Matsuda Jinpei who was lying in a mess in the grass:

"Don't come to me again."

I silently prayed that he would listen to my persuasion, and by the way, kicked him a little further into the grass, and ran over in three steps at a time, and jumped into the Gin Porsche.

I didn't dare to look back, and I didn't know how Matsuda Jinping was in the grass.

I just tensed my muscles and felt the low pressure of the gin beside me, which was stronger than the air conditioner, and climbed up my back bit by bit like releasing the freezing skill.

He never needed air conditioning in his car, and he was enough to survive any sweltering weather by himself, but in this autumn, the air conditioner of the gin was turned on too much.

The author says:

Gin: Recently, I always feel that someone is secretly scolding me behind my back. Come here to see if Malvasia scolded me.

Belmode (looked at Riko who had big eyes and strong thirst for knowledge when she was a child): Don't ask me where you came from! !picked it up!Picked it up in the trash can! !

Everyone!sweet text!Not cruel!

Song Tiantian hasn't spoken yet!As soon as he was wronged and wronged, Lizi immediately said: "Okay, okay!"do not be sad! !

sweet text!

Unite now!The ending is sure he!The process is not cruel!Immediately sweet! ?