Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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People are lost.

Sawada Tsunayoshi remembered that the man entered a dead end, but no matter how he looked, he could not find him.And the wall that blocked the road was more than three meters long, and there was nothing suitable for climbing or borrowing power underneath. Even after training, it might not be possible to achieve the climbing ability to cross such a high wall.

"Are you still chasing?" Tsunayoshi Sawada turned his head and looked at Osamu Dazai standing behind him against the light.

The other party narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Osamu Dazai was silent for a long while, and finally shook his head, "Now, I've probably run a long way, so there's no need to look for it anymore."

"Do you know who that person is?" Tsuna frowned slightly, "He just said something to Ms. Inamori, and Ms. Inamori looked very surprised."

"If I had to guess, it might be Aida Shinnari." The black-haired young man walked to his side, looking at the dark and cramped alleyway.

"Is there any basis?" Gangji asked.

"It doesn't count." The man shrugged his shoulders, his tone was flat: "It's just that Keiko Inamori was a killer before, you know that?"

When RicBar went to look for Satomi and Yuki, they met Keiko Inamori with a white blade and a silver mask on his face in the corridor leading to the underground fighting field.

Tsuna knows that this seemingly gentle and virtuous woman is not as simple as it appears on the surface, but she knows very little about her other side, and only knows that she is a killer with a samurai sword.

"Well, I know." Gangji nodded, "Do you know anything about her?"

"One day eight years ago, Mr. Mori was still a doctor in an underground clinic. One day he picked up the injured Keiko Inamori at the door, healed her and gave her plastic surgery." Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets , turned around silently.

Eight years ago, another eight years ago.

Gang Ji secretly sighed.

What was going on in the Port Mafia organization during that time?

"Mr. Sen helped her and made a deal with her. I don't know what the deal was, and I wasn't there at that time." The dark-haired man's eyes slowly drifted away, "It seems that all these people They all participated in it at some point.”

"Gunji-kun." He called softly with a melodious voice.

Tsunaji looked at the man with a smiling expression on his face.Suddenly, I felt that this guy had some devastating thoughts.

"I have a hunch that as long as we can break through the current situation, we will know where the pieces of [book] are." He said lightly, and tilted his head towards Gang Ji again, "Hurry up, Gang Jun is going home. Your friends are waiting for your return, right?"

this problem.

Sometimes Sawada Tsunayoshi doesn't want to think about it, he is very clear that he is avoiding this difficult question.

On the night when he confirmed his relationship with Osamu Dazai, he lay in bed in a daze for a long time.Tossing and turning, opening eyes again and again, finally turned into a sleepless night.

He knew very well that he would return to his original world sooner or later.Because he came here just to save that precarious world.

The status of a passer-by is doomed to be unchangeable.

Either save the world, return to the world.Either the world is destroyed, the causal chain is broken, and he will eventually disappear with that destroyed world.

What about Osamu Dazai?

If one day, the power of [Book] is gathered. At that time, what will Dazai do?

Tsuna looked at this man with an outstanding and eye-catching smile, and felt palpitations inexplicably.Something complicated and thick seemed to wrap him in it, and he couldn't breathe at that moment.

However, this kind of problem will have to be faced sooner or later.

"Dazai, I." He lowered his eyes, opened his lips just now but closed them again.

It was difficult for him to ask this question, and he didn't even know where to start.

But what he was thinking seemed to be seen through by this man at that moment.The beautiful iris-colored eyes looked over, they were clearly staring at him, but they seemed to be examining his soul.Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and slightly moved his fingertips with his fingers, and finally they became interlocking fingers.

"Didn't I say that, Gang-jun? That day in the corridor of the hospital." His tone was very gentle, as if the breeze that had absorbed the warmth of the sun was blowing gently: "'You are responsible for me'."

"There is nothing in this world that I miss." The man slowly raised his head, looked at the clear blue sky, and said slowly: "So when Mr. Gang returns, please take me with you. "

"Wherever you go, I will go." He looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi again, his eyes were astonishingly bright, shining like jewels under the light, "A place with you is considered a 'home'."

The word "home" seemed to be lost in his life dictionary in the first 22 years. He didn't dare to think about it, nor did he dare to think about it.However, maybe the 22 years of mediocrity and lost direction were all waiting for the day when Tsunayoshi Sawada came.

Man is born to seek self-salvation.

No matter how insignificant life is, it will have its own meaning of existence.

This is what the man who broke into his world taught him, which he might not have learned in his entire life.

"Promise to me too, Tsuna Ji." His fluffy curly black hair fluttered gently in the wind.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was stunned for a long time, and finally, as if relieved from a heavy burden, he gradually showed a smile.

At first he was ecstatic, and then he felt that he had a different sense of mission on his shoulders.And he was more than happy to accept such a mission.

"I promise." Tsunade said.His eyes were burning, and because he was often influenced by Sicily's popular Catholicism, he promised the man opposite without the slightest hesitation: "I swear by my soul."

They looked at each other for a long time.

When the sightlines are intertwined, it is like a violent lightning flashing across the sky, surging across the grassland, igniting the jungle, and triggering an uncontrollable and inevitable fire.

I don't know who got it together first.

The end is a dead-end alley, cramped and short.But if two people are used for kissing, this width seems to be just right.

Tsunayoshi Sawada closed his eyes.

After several imitations and attempts, the initial weakness gradually turned into being oppressive.The person on the other side seemed a little surprised by his sudden turn of the offensive, but cooperated extremely obediently and let him ask for it.

Probably a long time passed, until the oxygen was completely depleted, and they were panting and reluctantly separated from each other.

Between the lips and teeth is the unique taste of the other party, which is charming but can't help but make people sink.

"It's almost noon, let's go eat." Dazai lowered his head slightly, and gently pressed his shoulder on his shoulder with a tender face.

"Okay. Where shall we eat?"

"Let's go to Hong Kong/Black for lunch, Gang-jun." He suddenly saw the man across from him laughing and raised his head, like a naughty child with bad intentions, "There is a private restaurant inside Hong Kong/Black. Let's go Let's order food, eat whatever you want."

The top floor of the most special building of the Port Mafia is still pitifully dilapidated, exposed to the wind and sun.

Standing below, Osamu Dazai looked up and sighed excitedly: "Wow——"

His eyes seemed to be twinkling with bright stars, and he looked at Gang Ji with admiration, as if he was genuinely happy about it: "Mr. Gang, you did a great job~"

Look, Mori Ogai.

You really are a very annoying person.

Tsunayoshi suddenly felt a little irrationally that he could blow up the entire building for Osamu Dazai.

. The color makes the mind faint.

He shook his head quickly, shaking out the horrible thoughts that had sprouted in his mind.

"So, how are you going to get in?" They stood in a relatively secluded position, which was at a blind spot of the building complex, and the guards could not reach here.

He knew that Dazai came to talk to Mori Ogai about Keiko Inamori.

If you want to find a breakthrough in what happened eight years ago, it seems that the most suitable person to ask is Mori Ogai.

"Hey, what are you preparing for? There is no such thing." He saw the black-haired man next to him smiling and tilting his head.

"Unprepared?" "Yes." He walked out from behind the wall with his hands still in his pockets, and just walked towards the most special one among the five tall buildings.

"Let's go in directly through the main entrance, Mr. Gang." The man said it quite lightly, as if it was a matter of course, as if what he was going to enter was his own house.

Gangji twitched the corner of his mouth.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he underestimated or overestimated this guy.

Then, they really walked up the steps swaggeringly, watching the guards at the door raise their automatic pistols towards them.

"Yeah, good afternoon." The slender man in a sand-colored windbreaker stepped forward lightly as if he was dancing, "Could you please report to the leader, we're here to catch up with him while having dinner."

The two men in black suits guarding the door opened fire as if they had heard some terrible joke.

Osamu Dazai did not hide, and stood upright on the spot with a confident face. The bullet flew towards him, but he didn't even blink his eyes.Just when those bullets were about to touch him, a group of hands burning with golden red flames easily intercepted them.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stood in front of Osamu Dazai, raised his chin slightly, and returned the unfriendly gazes of the two men.A sense of oppression overflowed from the golden red pupils filled with coldness at the end of the eyes.

He slowly opened his hand, and the expired bullet casing that he held just now fell to the ground crackling.

There was a knock on the office door.

Mori Ogai raised his head from among the mountains of documents, and shouted towards the door: "Come in."

The temporarily replaced office was pushed away, and standing at the door was a high-level member who was usually in charge of handing over the work to him.

"That, Boss." The man stood at the door, hesitant to speak.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say." Mori Ogai said.

"Uh, two people came downstairs. They called themselves Dazai Osamu and Sawada Tsunayoshi." A little embarrassment appeared on the member's face.

The port mafia leader blinked his eyes in astonishment. He probably didn't expect that these two people would come to him again in just one day.

"Did they say what they were here for?"

The expression of the organization member standing at the door seemed to become more embarrassed, his eyes wandered erratically, as if he was considering how to speak.

"It's okay, just tell them what they said." Mori Ogai supported his forehead, he put down the pen in his hand, and realized that he was probably busy in the afternoon.

"They said they were here for a meal." The members of the organization were ashamed.

"Shun. Let me catch up with you by the way."

Mori Ogai:?

The author has something to say: Mr. Sen: I am not Sister Li.

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