You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

After Fu Heihui left, the system asked, "Where are we going now?"

You look at the shop on the side of the road, and the TV hanging on the wall is playing the notice that Kaitou Kidd has just been deciphered—at ten o’clock tonight, he will appear in the exhibition hall of the Great Secret Treasure of Ancient Egypt and steal the largest treasure in India today. of sapphires.

The man you met on the street flashed by on the TV. Judging by the subtitles at the bottom of the screen, he seems to be one of the experts in deciphering the teaser letter.

You watched it with great interest. There were not many introductions to the experts in the program, it was only mentioned that they were from Yokohama, and the focus was still on Kidd.

The system asked expectantly: "Shall we go to see Kidd?"

"No," you yawned, "Go back to sleep, and take a look at the Hong Kong and black materials you just got."

That man seems to know you, but you've been in the dungeon for a long time, and you've been busy for half a day when you come out, you're already a little sleepy.

The system said worriedly: "But we don't have a place to live."

"Lin Ye seems to have just moved to Shinjuku, right?" You pull out your phone and make a call. He is the first person you meet after time travel, and he is also one of your few friends.

Orihara Lin didn't answer the phone either, thinking of his usual mysterious and mysterious style, you put away your phone, "It's better to go to the place where the conjurer usually rests."

The hotel does not accept minors, and it is more troublesome to forge documents. It is better to go directly to the temporary resting place built by the magician.Moreover, it was covered by Lord Tian Yuan's barrier, so it was relatively quiet.

You find the nearest residence, the door is unlocked, you push open the door and go in, unexpectedly seeing a thin figure rummaging around in it, messing up the tidy hall.

"Thief?" You raised your eyebrows in surprise, people who can enter the enchantment will not be so downcast, right?

Hearing your voice, the man turned his head, and you saw his eyes were red and his pupils became thin and long.

His eyes fell on the plastic bag in your hand, he was so excited that he let go of the cabinet and rushed towards you.

Both of his hands have turned into thick animal claws, and his pounce action is more like an animal hunting. You take out the things in the plastic bag and pass it in front of him, and his movements stop instantly, and you instinctively Grabbed what you gave.

It's a wagashi that you buy for dessert.

He swallowed the wagashi like a gulp, and then looked at you eagerly, and you fed him another one.

A box of eight wagashi went into his stomach, the redness in his eyes faded, and the animal claws turned into human hands. He sat on the ground in a daze and asked, "I...why am I here?"

"You don't know it yourself?"

He blinked blankly, he has white hair similar to Gojo Satoru, except that his hair doesn't look so messy, and the slanted bangs also have a cute feeling.

You couldn't help but patted his head: "Then think about it slowly."

There is always hot water supply in the resting base, you come out of the shower and see him sitting on the sofa stiffly, his hands are clenched together, the fingers are so tense that they are almost knotted.

He also tidied up the messy living room.

"Sorry for making your house such a mess..."

"This is not my home," you interrupted him, "find a room for yourself to rest, we'll talk about things tomorrow."

He seems to have something to say to you. Normally, you would be willing to take the time to listen, but not now—while you are taking a shower, the system says that the "well" has caught an abnormal signal.

The purpose of the research and development of "Well" is to find criminals, so the abnormal signal is likely to be related to this aspect.

The system flipped through the manual, "This means that he has a strong killing intent, or he is asking for help..."

"Go in and have a look." You lie down on the bed and close your eyes.

Open your eyes again, you are sitting in the passenger seat of a car.

The car was parked on the side of the road, the windows were closed, and the lack of air circulation made the small space even more dull.

The driver was a middle-aged man. He was wearing a gray suit, his brows were tightly knit together, and a deep gully was drawn between his brows.

"Osamu Dazai lives there." He pointed to the window on the second floor opposite and said, "Our original task was to monitor and manage him, but his anti-reconnaissance ability is very strong, it will be very good if you can monitor him."

The drowsiness caused by the body did not subside after entering the dungeon, you yawned, and only took a second look at the window when you heard the name Dazai.

"Sounds like a great guy."

"One of the five major cadres of Hong Kong and black. He can kill people and fill the moat of Yokohama. How powerful are you?" The middle-aged man sneered, "I don't know how he persuaded the chief...a person like him It can be washed white, God is really blind."

Dazai, Hong Kong and black cadre, your casual expression paused, then smiled, "Maybe he really regrets it."

"Joining the mafia is easy, but it is difficult to get out of it. Moreover, after taking the position of a cadre, wealth and power are at your fingertips. Not everyone can give up easily."

The middle-aged man's expression moved slightly, and he asked in disbelief, "Do you really believe that he can be a good person?"

"Why not?" you ask back.

You think of that face that flashed by on TV, if it was really him, he would already be a good guy when you saw him.

"His past is not important, what matters is what kind of future he can create," you said, "I believe the chief must think so."

The middle-aged man was a little moved by what you said, "Oh, maybe... I was prejudiced against him. My daughter was accidentally injured by a bullet from the port mafia during the Longtou war. I really didn't want to see him, so I did not want to see him." Applied for a transfer order..."

He handed you the pistol in the car: "There is nothing to say about the handover. I have been in charge of him for less than two days. Just go up and find him. If he threatens you, you You can kill him straight away."

You tied the gun to your waist, and he patted you on the shoulder and warned: "Don't say those words in front of him, and don't get too close to him—remember your mission, once you find out that he contacted the former mafia at the port subordinates, or endanger the safety of ordinary people, you kill him immediately."

He mentioned murder twice, and you suddenly feel that you are more like a god of death who came to watch people harvest their lives than a watcher.

You asked: "Is this an order from the commander?"

The middle-aged man nodded, and you said: "Understood, if he doesn't want to change the bad habits he developed in the port mafia, it means that we don't need to clean him up - when the time comes, I will simply kill him of."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, you opened the car door and walked out.

The gun strapped to your waist is hidden under your black coat, and you can see your own reflection on the car window, in a suit and leather shoes, with thin gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of your nose, looking very refined and scum.

You close the car door, the middle-aged man grips the steering wheel, and finally looks at you with horror in his eyes.

While crossing the road, you ask the system: "What is the task this time?"

"Still impressed..." The system was a little puzzled, "It seems to be the same as before."

You looked up at the sky, the sky was gray, not like it was going to rain, as if you were born with this color.

You go up to the second floor, this is a rather old house, leather shoes can make a creaking sound when you step on the stairs.

There is only one house on the second floor, and the old wooden door has some peeling paint, you raised your hand and knocked on it.

"Mr. Dazai."

There is no response, but you have an inexplicable hunch that someone is listening behind the door.

You knocked on the door again, harder than before, "Mr. Dazai."

"Why?" A voice came from inside the door and said lazily, "Since it's surveillance, it's better to stay outside."

"There is no such rule," you say.

You don't want to stay in the corridor. There is no light, the light is dim, and the space is narrow. Staying for a long time will affect your mood.

—and you're sleepy, and the last thing you want to do right now is find a place to sleep.

Osamu Dazai's room is your best bet.

"Your senior was left outside to watch," Osamu Dazai said, "I don't want to let a smelly man in."

"Then there's no other way." You sighed and kicked hard.

There was a loud noise from the wooden door, and even the walls trembled, but they stubbornly did not fall down.

Before Osamu Dazai inside the door could react, you kicked again, this time aiming at the door lock.

The old door lock was twisted and deformed by your kick, you quickly repaired it, the door lock was completely scrapped, and the door panel hit the wall next to it with a "bang!".

After the door was forced to open, Osamu Dazai jumped up from the sofa, took off his earphones and looked at you in astonishment.

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you:

A "Why are you so surprised? You locked the door, didn't you just want me to do that?"

B "Think I can't do anything if I lock the door?"

C "This lock is not strong enough, I will replace it for you another day."

D "You" still want to say something else