My undercover organization eats jujube pills

"Bourbon, if I remember correctly, you only went out for two hours - and then you brought back a little girl who is exactly like you." The man said with a complicated expression, "This is your illegitimate child outside female?"

"...what are you talking about?" The man called Bourbon looked eager to hit him.

"No," I couldn't help interjecting, "Obviously he can't give birth to such a lovely daughter as me!"

Well, now Bourbon looks like he wants to hit me even more.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!" The man burst out into a barbell-like laughter, and he couldn't straighten up his waist. He took a breath before holding back his smile and said to me, "Hello, it's the first time we meet, you can Call me Scotland."

"Nice to meet you, my name is Yagi Sawa Yayoi."

I was trying to look serious, but I almost broke my neck to look up and see Scotland's face... It's not serious at all, I guess it looks funny, like a curly baboon.

"Not to mention, she really looks like you." Scotland touched his chin and looked me up and down, "The hair color and eye color are the same as yours. Believe it or not, take her out for a walk now." Circle, everyone who sees it will say this is your illegitimate daughter hahahaha."

I think it's humiliating to me.Although I have the same blonde hair and blue eyes as Bourbon, the difference is that I am at least a hundred degrees whiter than him.Bourbon would have to eat bleach to be as white as me.

"Shut up." Bourbon couldn't bear it anymore, and almost rushed forward to fight with Scotland, who was laughing wildly.

"What are you going to do with her?" Scotland laughed enough, his expression became serious, "You also know...it is impossible to raise a child for nothing."

His last sentence was slurred.

***

Two hours ago, Tokyo's famous red light district.

I was chasing after my mission target——Puben, a member of a large transnational criminal organization.

My task is to find out the content of the shady deal between Bourbon and the port mafia in Yokohama this time. If it goes well, I can kill the member of the gangster and pretend that it was done by Bourbon.

I hid behind a wall. The transaction between them seemed to be coming to an end. Before I heard a few words, I realized that something unexpected had happened.

The world is unpredictable, a bald pervert followed me into this narrow alley, and the bald man laughed obscenely as he walked towards me... Damn, how could I be so unlucky? ? ?

This location is too close to the place where Bourbon and the Port Mafia met. I can't guarantee that they will notice that there is movement here, and quietly manipulate a stone to knock the bald man unconscious.

The bald man made a dull sound when he fell to the ground, and my heart jumped violently when his fat body hit the ground.

The dead fat pig hurt me! ! !

"Who?!"

A man in a long black trench coat came out from behind the wall holding a gun.

To finish, was found!

I suddenly tensed up.

I stood next to the bald man, and I wanted to pretend to be a girl who had lost her footing, but I thought that this mafia would not let me go easily, and it was more likely that I would be shot and collapsed.

So I'm ready to kill them and escape.

At this time, my mission target - Bourbon also came out from behind.

He frowned when he saw a little girl like me, and raised his hand to block the guns of the Mafia: "That's someone from our organization, who is in charge of sweeping tails."

Huh? ? ?What is he saying? ? ?

Brother, I don't know when I became a member of your organization. Don't talk nonsense. If the government finds out, it will be very difficult for me.

All right, no matter what, since he helped me cover it up, I'll follow along.But I can't pretend to understand too much, otherwise it will be really suspicious.

I just stood there, pursing my lips and glaring at that mafia dude.

The mafia withdrew his gun in doubt, glanced at Bourbon, and left with confidence after getting his affirmative nod.

It should be... all right?

Bourbon looked at me at this time. He walked over slowly, looked down at the bald man lying on the ground, and relaxed a little after observing that his breath was still rising and falling.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

His voice shouted the coldness of the ice cluster, and it felt as if it would collapse me in the next second.

I quickly made a character set for myself in three seconds - pretending to be a young girl who had lost her way and had to live in the red light district for her livelihood, which will definitely make anyone who hears it feel sad and someone who sees it cry.

"This is the red-light district." I looked up at him. Tears of fear welled up, and I choked back my sobs and said, "This man followed me... I was so scared that I knocked him out..."

Bourbon looked at me, and my heart was pounding. I don't think he thinks of me as a spy or a spy... Although my actual age is 13 years old, I look like a ten-year-old boy with a height of The one that is only 1.4 meters, no matter how you look at it, it will not be a spy sent by the enemy.

Organizations that would send children as undercover agents are either unavailable or about to die, or they are bastards and perverted.

Anyway, I can't tell whether Bourbon's letter is true, anyway, it's OK for me if it hasn't been exposed.

He asked me in a deep voice: "Where's your family? Why come to the red light district alone?"

I spread out the shards of glass that I just hid in my palm for self-defense in my palm to show him. I cut my palm because I clenched it too tightly before, and the transparent glass shards were stained with specks of mottled blood.

"I'm an orphan without a family," I said. "I want to live...anything."

"You shouldn't come to this kind of place." He was silent for a while and whispered.

"Are you trying to be a good guy?" I looked at him and said, "Send me to an orphanage or the police? Then find a family to adopt me—is that right?"

I know what I'm about to do is dangerous, Bourbon will kill me...but if I win the bet, I'll be fine.

Since he didn't kill me just now, it is even less likely to kill me now.

"I'm not a good boy. No family would adopt a bad kid. Before that, I've done things like sneaking around." I smiled, "I know what you were doing just now. That man looks like he belongs to the gang, right? You are not a clean person."

"You help me."

"I just pretended I didn't see anything."

***

I don't believe that there is any man who would be indifferent to the words of a beautiful girl like me asking for help and showing weakness. Facts have proved that Bourbon is indeed a man with very normal physiological functions.

After watching me pretending to be pitiful, he probably picked me up out of soft-heartedness-or maybe he is actually a perverted pedophile who just fell in love with my beauty.

Also, maybe there's another reason... I'm an eyewitness to their gangster dealings.

Even if I were a real teenage girl, it would be impossible for Bourbon to send me to the police station to find my family. That would be equivalent to giving the police the handle.If he was more ruthless, he could kill me. If he didn't, then only by turning me into an accomplice can we ensure that it will not be leaked.

Yeah, I'm such a planner.

Bourbon cooked the dinner. Although this man is a member of a gangster, he is surprisingly virtuous. Is it because single men don't have girlfriends so they have to support themselves?But I have to say that the curry he made is really delicious, and the taste is absolutely amazing.

Anyway, it’s more delicious than the nutritious meal of Yitoke. When I opened the box, there was a bowl full of cold broccoli, which caused me to feel physically sick when I saw broccoli, cauliflower and other green plants with flowers.

When I was training, I ate dine-in pork food, and the clear soup lacked water and had no meaty taste.Every day I want to just run out from there and forget it. What fun is there in life without food? !

While eating, I couldn't help but shed tears of emotion.

Bourbon's expression was very subtle: "It's too exaggerated, can't you?"

"No," I said with tears in my eyes, "you don't understand what kind of pig food I used to eat."

After eating the meal made by Bourbon, Scotland gave Bourbon a very meaningful look and then left, leaving me and Bourbon sitting face to face on the tatami and staring.

In the end, Bourbon spoke first to break the awkward atmosphere.

"You'll just make do with me for one night tonight. Tomorrow..." Bourbon choked up after seeing my suspicious and disgusting eyes, "What kind of eyes are you? But you're not interested, you're worrying too much."

I plausibly said: "What if you are a pedophile who likes me?"

Bourbon: "..."

He probably thought it was a mistake to pick me back at this moment.

"Who can get interested in a naive little girl with the same figure as vinegar kumbu? It's not as good as a pornographic article written by a second-year fan serialized in a third-rate magazine."

"Huh—?" I was angry.

"Pause this topic. Talk about something serious." He ignored my angry expression, stared into my eyes with a serious expression, "Are you sure? Anything is fine?"

What he said was not specific, but I immediately understood what he meant-"I want to live, so I can do anything." He was asking me, is it really good to do anything in order to live?

"Anything is fine." I said seriously, "I want to live on my own."

"Then starting tomorrow, I will arrange some special training for you." He paused every word, speaking very slowly, "...you have chosen this path, and you can never turn back."

"No regrets." I held my breath, "I will never regret it."

"Then, good night." Bourbon finally smiled meaningfully, "From tomorrow onwards, you will feel that your previous life was in paradise."

He stretched out his coiled long legs, stood up on the tatami, and thoughtfully turned off the incandescent lamp in the room for me.

"Get a good night's sleep."

His voice was very soft, and finally disappeared together with the closed door and drifted into the gradually closing gap.

Of course I won't regret it, isn't it a gangster?When who doesn't know!

I'm an elite agent sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs' Supernatural and Special Affairs Division—even though I'm actually an assassin, my undercover training has always been to fly at low altitude and get away with it.

But it doesn't matter, I believe that my excellent acting skills are innate, so why don't you just be an undercover agent?

Either the enemy is too stupid, or my acting skills are too good.

The happiest thing is that I am almost moved to tears when I think that I can eat bourbon every day instead of eating pig food and cold broccoli.

If it weren't for the fact that the career span is too large, and the salary after the official inauguration of the special department is too high, I don't want to part with it, so I would directly consider changing jobs!Whoever loves pig food can eat it!

As for whether Bourbon believed me at all... I guess he believed a small part, and some doubted it.

Believe it or not, love it or not.

Can he still kill me?I'm that awesome.

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The writer's coffin can't be held down anymore [Comprehensive]

Copywriter:

My name is Chuluye Laixia.

16 years old this year.

I'm a genius writer—not that I'm bragging, I've already won the Naoki Prize, Akutagawa Prize, Edogawa Rampo Prize, etc. the highest awards in various literary fields since I was 16 years old.

To make things right, I have also won many other literary awards with high bonuses, such as the Izumi Kyoka Literary Award, the Tanizaki Junichiro Literary Award, and the Kawabata Yasunari Literary Award.

If I lived a few more years, the Nobel Prize for Literature might be mine.

——But there is no if in this world :)

When I woke up, I found out that the Japanese literary world collapsed overnight, and Yukichi Fukuzawa, who was on the [-]-yen bill in my pocket, ran away from home.

On the road, I met two people named Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Atsushi Nakajima who were fighting and almost killed me by mistake.

The neurotic suicide lover picked up in the river calls himself Osamu Dazai.

Is this a group of neuropathy?

The literature award I won has become a piece of waste paper, and the prize money is useless.Fortunately, I am a subhuman, and I can earn a living by selling organs, and I can sell two kidneys at a time.

By the way, I carry out the business of dying for love, and the main client is a bandage waste device, and the starting price of dying for love is [-] yen per time——

There is no problem in customizing fanfiction, as long as you give enough money, there is no fanfiction that I dare not write!

In addition to the psychopaths who claim to be writers, this world also has elementary school student detectives named copy Edogawa Ranpo, Hakata whose folk customs are too simple, high-risk groups with big brains and swords, and various ball games with lethality comparable to a rocket launcher. , and even horse monkey shochu...

Why the fuck? ? ?