Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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It didn't take long for Sawada Tsunayoshi to leave Chief Mori's office.

He didn't say much, he only said that he followed the instructions of the Central Plains cadres to surround Osamu Dazai, and took away the notebook in his hand, and he didn't know whether to replace it or not.

From the perspective of an innocent subordinate who is ignorant of the matter, he should have no idea about the purpose of the note, what is in it, and so on.

What's more, the Central Plains not only searched his body, but also secretly checked his luggage before getting off the spaceship.The words of Chuya Zhongyuan will definitely become the most favorable proof.

In short, just pretend to be stupid, don't talk too much.

If the option of "Sawada Tsunayoshi" is excluded, they will definitely suspect Dazai Osamu and the organizer of the auction Renye Karasuma.However, Renye Karasuma was already at the police station, and even the organization that fled with his subordinates was being tracked down by the criminal police. The most likely person with the notebook in his hand was naturally Osamu Dazai.

Before Tsunayoshi Sawada walked out of the office, he closed the door for them with a calm expression on his face.

The moment the door was completely closed, his fair face lost its radiance, his pair of brown eyes were shining brightly in the dim space, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a faint curve.

The conversation between Nakahara Chuya and Mori Ogai is still going on.

"Osamu Dazai's partner also went to Sky Ship?" Mori Ogai tilted his head slightly, resting his cheek with one hand, and sighed almost inaudibly, his scarlet eyes looked thoughtful.

"Please show it in the newspaper." Zhong Yuanzhong also replied.

They all know how convenient Kunikida's unique ability is, so it's easy to copy a notebook.

"However, it seems that the two of them boarded the sky ship to carry out the commission of Fujiwara Kiichi, the president of Fujiwara Trading Company."

"Fujiwara Kiichi?" The black-haired man's red pupils swirled a few times, and then he recalled that this man was a local businessman in Yokohama, and he was still in a cooperative relationship with the port mafia.

"Yes." The orange-haired youth nodded, "But it is said that he is dead."

Mori Ogai nodded knowingly, and casually glanced at the man standing opposite the desk with slightly pursed lips. "It's the handwriting of that organization, and public opinion and news are flying all over the sky."

"If there is a chance, I should go see that Mr. Karasuma." When the word "Mr." was called out, the black-haired man seemed to be joking.He lightly smiled and adjusted his sitting posture, no longer as loose as before.

"However, I still have to teach Dazai-kun a good lesson this time." The man's face wore a standard curved smile familiarly, and it seemed that a puddle of black ink was spreading out of his red eyes.

"After all, it caused me a lot of trouble."

After returning to the office building used by members of the militant faction, colleagues saw Sawada Tsunayoshi with strange eyes and even whispered behind his back.

You don't have to think about it to know what's going on.

The fact that he was summoned by the chief had already spread in the circles of his colleagues.

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't want to make fun of himself, so he didn't talk to those colleagues who talked about him, but just returned to the usual training place of the Black Lizard members with a natural expression and a calm expression.

There was no task assigned by the superior, and it would be better not to meet the seniors in the civilian area for the time being, so he decided to go to the shooting area to practice his gun skills.This month is about to pass, and I heard that there will be an assessment at the end of the month.

When entering the large concrete shooting area, Tsunayoshi Sawada just bumped into Matsumoto, who was wearing a body armor and was about to leave.

When the two met each other, Matsumoto was putting two pistols/guns on the inside of his coat, as if he was about to perform some mission.

Seeing Tsunayoshi Sawada, Matsumoto's expression immediately became ugly.

"Yo, Sawada, you're back from the Boss." His tone of voice was also cadenced.But in all fairness, it sounds much worse than Osamu Dazai's, and in terms of lethality and irritating degree, it is less than one percent of that bandage guy.

"Are you ready to continue to be promoted? I really envy you. You can get promoted step by step without doing a few tasks. Unlike me, I have to do surveillance work when I'm old." He shrugged his shoulders, with disdain on his face Without the slightest pretense.

However, Tsunayoshi Sawada automatically ignored the previous trash talk and directly focused on the following "surveillance work".

"Surveillance work? Where are you going to monitor, Matsumoto-senpai?" He asked sincerely.

Matsumoto was directly confused by the newcomer's reaction.I thought the newcomer would retort angrily, but it turned out that the other party was still smiling at him as if he hadn't heard it at all.

"Wu. Armed Detective Agency." For some reason, he answered subconsciously.

Armed Detective Agency.

When hearing these five words, the smile on Sawada Tsunayoshi's face was even bigger.

Plan pass√

The port mafia really set Osamu Dazai as the target person, and they are probably investigating his whereabouts now.

However, based on his understanding of the man, Sawada Tsunayoshi guessed that the other party probably never returned to Yokohama.He threw the notebook back into Osamu Dazai's hands, although it was mainly to splash dirty water on him, but it was also a reminder to Osamu Dazai in a sense.

That guy is probably squatting on a street in Tokyo doing nothing.

"Ah, I got it, thank you, senior." Tsunayoshi Sawada smiled and responded to Matsumoto, and then walked over Matsumoto's side in a very refreshed manner, and walked slowly to the training range.

Matsumoto was dumbfounded.

Is this really a promotion and salary increase?

What position is he going to be promoted to, so he is not angry if he is so yin and yang, and he is still thanking him?

Tokyo.

Osamu Dazai squatted silently on the street, staring at the busy traffic around him like a vagrant.

Cars sped past the road one after another, and passers-by walked past him one by one.

He sneezed suddenly.

For some reason, after sneezing, he always felt a chill.

Maybe it's going to be sick.

He shrank his shoulders lazily, squinted his eyes and sniffled, and then heard a growl from his stomach.

Ah, I'm hungry.

The black-haired man stood up unsteadily, put his hands in his pockets, and looked up at the bustling city.

He decided to find a temporary "meal ticket" for himself first.

Who will be the lucky one?

Osamu Dazai glanced at the passers-by around him, with a smile on his face, and hummed a little tune happily.

After finishing work in the afternoon, Tsunayoshi Sawada met Chuya Nakahara again.

The other party came with a gift.

"In fact, there has always been a rule in the port mafia. The old man who brings a newcomer into the organization must give the newcomer a 'token'." Nakahara Chuya held a flat rectangular box in his hand and handed it to Sawada Tsunayoshi. "I've been very busy at work before, so I remembered to bring you something."

Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked and took the gift box with both hands.

This was the first time he had heard of such a rule in the Port Mafia.Is this the "humanistic care" that Mr. Mori said?

"Thank you, Mr. Zhongyuan." There was a warm smile on the soft face of the brown-haired young man, "Can I open it now?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded: "Of course."

The weight of the box is very light.

Sawada Tsunayoshi pulled off the ribbon on the package, and gently lifted the lid of the gift box.

Inside was a pair of black leather gloves.

The appearance of the gloves is a bit special. Although the styles are the same, the two gloves present different shapes.One of the finger covers can only cover the position from the thumb to the middle finger, and the ring finger and little finger will be exposed outside.The other has a diamond-shaped opening at the wrist bone.

Well, it is in line with the aesthetics of the Central Plains cadres.

But in all fairness, he looks really handsome, and it should be pretty cool with a black suit.

"I was going to give you a hat, but." The orange-haired man glanced at Sawada Tsunayoshi's head, coughed lightly, and stopped talking. "But I think it seems appropriate to give you gloves."

Sawada Tsunayoshi's smile instantly became vicissitudes.

He still has a good idea of ​​what his hairstyle looks like.There is one thing to say, it is really not suitable for wearing a hat.

After getting along these days, he can feel that Zhongyuan Zhongye really exists like a conscience in the Mafia.

Look, in order to take care of the emotions of the subordinates, they will not even say anything that may hurt the other party.

He still felt a little guilty about cheating his boss and using the other party's trust in him as a shield.

However. For the power of the world, some things must be done.

Speed ​​up, Tsuna.

Everyone may still be waiting for you to go back.

The brown-haired young man stared at the pair of black gloves, and silently squeezed them tightly.

The day's work ended early.

The man who had long been privately called the "King of Rolling" by the seniors in the office area got off work on time today, and did not forcibly set off the forced involution mode of the office workers.After passing by the supermarket near the apartment, he also made a big purchase.

The food in the apartment was pretty much eaten.

He pushed the shopping cart around the shelves, and finally threw a few bags of hamburger meat into the cart.

I kind of miss my mom's cooking.

I really want to go back to Namori Town.

Looking at a large pile of ingredients in the car, a petite woman with a gentle smile on her face suddenly appeared in front of the brown-haired young man.

The face of a woman is not stunning, but it looks very delicate, and it does not look old. The skin is fair and firm, and it is an appearance that most people will never tire of seeing.She is wearing an apron and holding a spatula in her hand. Even though she is dressed as a housewife, she still has a natural and pure girlish feeling.

With his schoolbag on his back, he pushed open the door of Sawada House, changed his shoes, walked through the entrance, and looked at Nana Sawada who was making dinner in the kitchen.

—What's for dinner tonight, mother?

"Sir, it's your turn to pay." A reminder came from the people in the queue behind.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Tsunayoshi Sawada came back to his senses, quickly turned around and apologized to the people behind him, and then immediately pushed the shopping cart to the cashier.

After returning to the apartment, Tsunayoshi Sawada put the ingredients in the refrigerator and packed them up. After making a simple dinner, he collapsed back on the sofa in the living room.

He turned on the TV, making some noise in the somewhat deserted house.

A talk show was playing on the TV, and the talk show actors standing on the stage told humorous jokes, and the audience in the audience laughed loudly.

Sawada Tsunayoshi leaned on the sofa, still holding the remote control in his hand, and closed his eyes under some noisy voices.

"Gangji-kun." A pleasant male voice suddenly echoed in his ear.The voice is neither deep nor frivolous, it is full of magnetism, and it is the type that sounds very enjoyable.

Tsunayoshi Sawada looked up and found himself standing in an office.

Sitting behind the desk opposite him was a man in black.

Still can't see the face.

"Yes." he responded.

"Maybe I will send you on a business trip, is there any problem?" The man asked with a light smile.

Don't promise him.

Don't promise him!

A strange idea suddenly appeared in my heart.

"No." Tsunayoshi Sawada replied.

My body seemed out of control, and even though my mind kept shouting "Don't promise", it was no problem to blurt out in the end.

The dark-haired man behind the desk smiled.

The screen suddenly changed.

A cold liquid hit the face.

All the clothes were wet, and the hair on the forehead was tightly attached to the skin of the face, which was sticky and uncomfortable.

Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his eyes, the rain slid across his face and fell down his chin.

In front of his eyes was a pitch-black coffin, and the black metal had a cold, lifeless luster faintly under the gray sky.

The rainwater fell on the coffin, first gathered in the middle, and finally scattered in all directions, and then fell on the lawn on the ground along the vertical angle of the coffin.

The surrounding grass swayed restlessly with the hurricane.

The brown-haired young man stood there, silently staring at the coffin, his hair and collar fluttering to one side in the wind.

He just stood there fixedly, staring at the coffin stubbornly and stubbornly.For a long time, I didn't speak.

A flash of lightning flashed across the dark sky, and the whole world seemed to turn into colorless black and white at that moment. After the lightning, there was a deafening thunder.

"Boom—"

Sawada Tsunakichi shrugged his shoulders.

He opened his eyes.

I found myself still lying on the sofa in the living room.

The sound of rain outside the window resounded through the sky, and lightning and thunder intersected one after another, directly covering the sound of the TV.

He stood up pale, walked towards the window with heavy steps, and closed the window to isolate the noise from the outside world.

Since getting that leaf, his mental state has been poor.Especially in his sleep, he would always have some confusing and sad dreams.After waking up from the dream, I always feel that I have forgotten something, but I can't remember it anyway.

Sawada Tsunayoshi sat back on the sofa, staring at the blank wall in front of him, emptying his mind.After being in a trance for a while, the five senses slowly returned to his body, and only then did he realize that his face was wet.

He raised his hand and found that there were water spots on the corners of his eyes and forehead.

Is it tears or sweat?

He is confused.

Who is sitting at the other end of the desk?And who is lying in the coffin?

He doubts.

And who is he crying for?

He was puzzled.

The brown-haired young man sat between the sofas and grabbed the clothes on his chest.

He only felt a throbbing pain in his heart, followed by a sense of vomiting.

It's as if he's going to vomit his soul out in the next second.

The author has something to say: The last sentence is borrowed from "The Devotion of Suspect X" by Keigo Higashino.

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