Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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Sawada Tsunayoshi went downstairs next to Isamu Sakurada, who was holding a pistol/gun as if he was about to kill others at any time. He had already started to think about what he should do if Mr. Sakurada really wanted to do something.

Sakurada asked the person in charge downstairs where the customer with the black card was, and after confirming the number of the box that Osamu Dazai was in, he rushed over without saying a word.

Sawada Tsunayoshi trotted behind and walked around the stairs at the underground entrance to the platform above the stairs. Walking forward from this platform with a wide view is the corridor of the independent box.

The decoration of the promenade is magnificent, with a warm golden tone throughout. There is an exquisite landscape oil painting on the wall between every two boxes, and small crystal chandeliers hang on the ceiling every few meters. It is also a red animal skin carpet with delicate patterns.

This is indeed a place to watch the game prepared for the upper echelons of Yokohama.

The position on this side is completely separated from the ordinary auditorium, and the sound insulation effect is extremely good, and the noisy noise from the auditorium cannot be transmitted here.And when passing by, Gangji saw the safe passage specially set up near the platform.

There is a code on the independent viewing box, and according to the code, it happens that the box where Osamu Dazai is located is at the end of the corridor.

Following behind Isamu Sakurada who seemed to be even more angry because of the long journey, Tsunayoshi Sawada suddenly felt that Osamu Dazai chose the farthest box on purpose, and the other party also expected that Isamu Sakurada would die because of the long journey. more angry.

If someone watches the game in a box, there will usually be a waiter standing at the corresponding door.

Today, the waiters standing at the door are a bit too much.Looking around, the waiters are almost lined up in the corridor from the first room to the last. Everyone is wearing white shirts and black vests. Although they are not the same height, they look equally neat.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Tsunayoshi Sawada would never have imagined that there were so many waiters in the underground arena.

Finally reached the last room.

Sakurada Isamu raised his leg, and at that moment, his tense muscles almost opened his trouser legs, but when he charged down and went down, he found that the door of the room was not locked.

After realizing this, Isamu Sakurada tried to stop his movements, but unfortunately, due to inertia, he couldn't control it at all. According to his previous force, he would inevitably twist his leg in the next moment.

At this moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi behind him tightly held Isamu Sakurada, and his arms quickly passed through his armpit and hooked upwards, finally preventing Isamu Sakurada from rushing out because of this.

"Mr. Sakurada, are you okay?" After a few seconds, Tsunayoshi withdrew his arms and took a step forward to look at Sakurada Isamu. Pressing his eyebrows tightly, he stared fixedly at the door.

"I'm fine." Sakurada raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and reached into the pocket of his trousers with the other hand, and took out the half-inserted pistol/gun from it.

He raised his pistol/gun, directly inserted the muzzle into the half-covered door, opened the door forcefully along the small gap, and then strode in.

The inside of the box is actually not too big, it can accommodate two long sofas and a glass coffee table. The sofa and the coffee table are facing a large floor-to-ceiling glass window. From this angle, you can just watch almost the entire stadium through the glass. Pretty good.

Sawada Tsunayoshi remembers that this VIP area is not made of transparent glass but walls made of other materials. It seems that the material of this floor-to-ceiling window is quite special.

In order to make up for the problem of being unable to hear the live sound of the game because of sitting too far away, a speaker connected to the host microphone is hung on the wall.

And the man in the sand-colored windbreaker was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, and he was smiling and waving slightly at the two visitors with his eyebrows bent.

"Did the two of you come to watch the game together?" Just as his voice fluctuated as if he was giving a speech, Isamu Sakurada pointed the gun at his forehead.

Osamu Dazai's smile remained unchanged, but he slowly raised his hands facing Isamu Sakurada, "Long time no see Mr. Sakurada."

The muzzle of the gun with a cold luster was on his forehead, but he didn't feel flustered at all, as if he was chatting with someone relaxedly: "I haven't seen you for a few years, you are still the same."

"I said, don't let me see your face, Osamu Dazai." Isamu Sakurada expressionlessly opened the safety catch of the pistol/gun, and a crisp metal collision sound came from the end of the pistol/gun.

"Don't be so impatient, Mr. Sakurada. I am somewhat self-aware about the fact that I don't please you." Dazai Osamu was still smiling.

Sawada Tsunayoshi noticed that Dazai Osamu didn't even narrow his pupils slightly when the safety catch was released.

"What are you doing here? I heard that you defected, but I didn't expect that the card left by the Hong Kong/black leader was not suspended." Isamu Sakurada's pistol/gun was still attached to Osamu Dazai's forehead.

"Hey, Mr. Mori probably forgot, after all, as people get older, their memory will always get worse."

"As for what I'm here for. Obviously, I'm here to drink." Osamu Dazai glanced at the young man behind Sakurada at this moment, and immediately showed an expression as if he had been greatly wronged: "But you The newly hired bartender turned down my request for a drink."

"That's too much, Sawada-kun, aren't we partners?" Before Dazai Osamu's voice fell, Sawada Tsunayoshi saw Sakurada turn his head bravely, and his cold eyes stabbed at him like a sharp dagger .

"Huh?" Tsunayoshi Sawada felt the corner of his mouth twitch uncontrollably, and he felt a headache for no reason.

"I don't remember when we became 'partners' in any sense, and if I remember correctly, today should be the first day we met, please clarify that, Dazai-san."

He distanced himself from Dazai Osamu first, otherwise he felt that Sakurada would point his hand/gun at him in the next second.

"I'm carrying out your commission seriously," Osamu Dazai showed a slightly aggrieved expression, as if he had paid his heart by mistake.

"Mr. Sawada, are you going to hurt my sincere heart like this?"

Isamu Sakurada knew that he went to the Armed Detective Agency in the morning.

"So, Sawada." He retracted his hand/gun first, and his face that returned to a state of no waves was a little unpredictable at this time, "I think it is necessary for you to tell me that what you proposed will make the other party come What exactly is Ric's commission?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at Dazai Osamu, who nodded with a smile, and then he suddenly realized that he had been tricked by the other party.

He was silent for a second and made some words for himself. During this period, Isamu Sakurada was still staring at him with probing eyes with those sharp eyes. He opened his mouth and said calmly: "Mr. Sakurada As you know, I am not a native of Yokohama."

"On the first day I came to Yokohama, all the things I carried with me disappeared. I don't know whether I lost them or someone took them." Speaking of this, Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled bitterly, "This is also Why did I come to Ric."

Isamu Sakurada knew that Tsunayoshi Sawada was not lying.He crossed his arms and temporarily ignored Dazai Osamu who was watching the play with a smile on the side, and said in a deep voice, "I lost the things I carried with me, why didn't you go to the police?"

Speaking of this point, Isamu Sakurada also deliberately pointed out what kind of things were lost, but instead of reporting to relevant agencies, he went to the detective agency to entrust.

"Of course it's because of the things I lost, and the public security organs can't help me at all." Tsunayoshi Sawada frowned slightly, and scratched the skin on the cheekbones with his index finger in some distress.

"I can assure you that what I'm looking for is only my important thing, and this has nothing to do with Dazai-san appearing here. As far as I know."

The topic was thrown back to Dazai Osamu by Sawada Tsunayoshi, although he did not answer what the task that Isamu Sakurada entrusted to the detective agency was, but this successfully attracted Isamu Sakurada's attention.

Sakurada twisted her thick neck and stared at the man on the sofa, "Since Sawada doesn't know, why don't you explain what's going on?"

Osamu Dazai moved his neck a few times, stood up lazily from the sofa, and then slowly stretched his waist a few times.After a series of actions, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass and looked down at a large arena in the center of the arena.

The competition on the ring seemed to be about to start. At this moment, a bronze-skinned man was the first to pull open the rope fence of the ring, and with a tight and muscular back under his bow, he got in through the gap in the rope.

"I heard that Ric has a heavyweight match today, I'm here to meet the players." Osamu Dazai said.

Following Dazai Osamu's gaze, Sawada Tsunayoshi also looked towards the ring. The man standing on the ring was tall and strong. He leaned on the fence and stared closely at the front.

Just when he was about to take a closer look at the bronze-skinned man, Osamu Dazai suddenly heard a playful voice from beside him: "Ah, but it's not this person."

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help clicking his tongue. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in the windbreaker who was still smiling. The man in the windbreaker looked back at him and smiled even more.

This guy did it on purpose.

The host’s excited voice came from the broadcaster on the wall, and it seemed that this was also a showdown that the host had been excited about for a long time: “For this competition, we have invited Breaker, the most outstanding underground professional player in Japan, and his opponent -"

Before the host continued the introduction, Tsunayoshi Sawada heard another name spontaneously shouted from the audience: "RT! RT! RT——"

"Well, I'm here to see this person." Dazai raised his finger and pointed to the second person who appeared on the ring below.

Standing opposite the Breaker, who was much more powerful and exaggerated than Isamu Sakurada, was a man with a strong figure but looked much thinner than Breaker.

His skin was very pale, especially under the light, it was so white that it seemed to be shining.

And he also has a short blonde hair that is close to platinum, which is the complete opposite of the bronze-skinned and black-haired Breaker standing across from him.Considering this point combined with the confrontation between the two at this time, it is really a bit funny.

Due to the distance, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't see RT's face clearly, but the man who caused the excitement in the venue seemed to be a European.

Neither RT nor Breaker wore a mask on their faces, because they were not players signed by Ric at this venue, they were just invited to this venue for a match.

"Why did you come to him?" asked Sakurada Isamu who was standing behind with a gloomy face.

"Ah, I almost forgot, RT and Mr. Sakurada are old friends who have known each other for many years." Osamu Dazai turned around and sat on the sofa in the back again, "Mr. RT has a hobby of collecting rings, and you must be too. clearly."

"Yes." Sakurada Isamu admitted, he glared at Osamu Dazai who still had a bright face for a few seconds, then turned to look at Tsunayoshi who was still standing in front of the glass window.

"What do you mean by 'carrying something' is the ring?" he asked.

Although it doesn't seem to be a problem to tell Isamu Sakurada what his commission is, but Tsunayoshi Sawada still feels that if Isamu Sakurada knows his too strange commission, it seems that this man will investigate his already vague origin.

And this is the most difficult thing for Sawada Tsunayoshi to say. If they are really found out, maybe they will soon find out that there is no such person as "Sawada Tsunayoshi" in this world.This is the last thing Tsunayoshi Sawada wants to happen at this stage.

But now a word from Osamu Dazai indirectly told Isamu Sakurada what his commission was.

"Yes, yes, it is indeed a ring." Osamu Dazai nodded sharply with his eyebrows bent, and then compared two numbers in the air with both hands: "It's still 27."

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