Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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Tsunayoshi Sawada completed negotiations with a commercial organization early on for the Port Mafia.

What was originally planned to be negotiated in one day was shortened to half a day by his good enough words.After the task was completed, he asked the driver to drive him back to Yokohama.

The driver answered the phone before departure, and when he came back, he wanted to start the car, but told Tsunayoshi Sawada that the car was broken and it might take about half a day for repairs.

Sawada Tsunayoshi leaned against the side of the car with folded arms, watched the driver bow and bow and apologized to him.

"It's really broken?" He raised his eyebrows, inexplicably feeling that things were too coincidental.

"Yes, Mr. Sawada." The potbellied driver laughed and explained with some embarrassment: "The car can't start, maybe the engine is broken."

"Whose call did you answer just now?" Gang Ji asked.

"Uh." The driver wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyelids trembled, and said falteringly: "Yes, it belongs to my wife. I haven't been home for a few days, so my wife called to ask me how I am doing."

Sawada Tsunayoshi sized him up for a while, convinced that this man was lying.

It's not that his super intuition helped him identify it, but the driver's micro-expression has already betrayed his words.

He opened his lips, and a cold and harsh voice flowed out: "Half an hour."

The driver was stunned for a moment, his expression froze, and he probably didn't understand why this gentle-looking man's tone suddenly became scary.

"Half an hour to 'fix' the car." Sawada Tsunayoshi said.

"Otherwise, I'll call the leader and ask him what's going on with the car."

The sweat on the driver's forehead became more intense.

It wasn't a hot day at first, but the liquid seeping from the pores of his skin gathered into big drops of sweat.

"Yes. Yes." The driver repeatedly agreed, "It will be fixed immediately, it will be repaired immediately."

As a result, the car experienced a miracle in the history of maintenance, and the engine was "repaired" in less than half an hour.

The car drove all the way on the road, and soon reached the suburbs with few vehicles.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was sitting in the back of the car, and he clearly felt that the driver was not driving as fast as when he came.

No matter how you think about it, it was arranged by Osamu Dazai.

That guy clearly wanted to delay his time and never let him return to Yokohama early.

He didn't know why the other party made such an arrangement, but he didn't want to just fulfill his wish.

The driver in front turned the steering wheel cautiously, probably just a little "threat" by him, and now he dared not say a word, for fear that he would really call the leader to find out.

Sawada Tsunayoshi actually didn't want to embarrass the driver.

But somehow, he felt something was wrong.

Can't say exactly why.

"Why did the chief ask you to delay?" he asked.

"Ah... ah?" The shoulders of the driver driving in front trembled. He took a long time to respond before stumbling: "Mr. Sawada, I, I didn't delay."

"No one asked me to procrastinate, I dare not delay your work schedule." The expression seemed to be about to cry.

Sawada Tsunayoshi rubbed his eyebrows and sighed secretly.

"Hurry up then," he said.

"Yes, yes." The driver responded repeatedly, stepped on the gas pedal harder, and the car really accelerated a lot.

It was originally expected to return to Yokohama at night, but Tsunayoshi Sawada arrived in the afternoon.

At the end of the curtain, the driver parked the car at the intersection leading to the headquarters of the port mafia.

Sawada Tsunayoshi got out of the car, carrying a black briefcase, and walked towards the five tall buildings standing on the ground.

The temperature on this day is good, neither cold nor hot, the wind is not strong, and it is quite gentle when it blows by. In fact, it is a good weather suitable for walking.

The blood-red afterglow that is about to fall is vaguely seen in the gaps between the five tall buildings.

The further he walked, the more he felt something was wrong.

Puff.

Plop, plop, plop, plop.

The heart began to beat violently without warning.

Fear and uneasiness enveloped him.

No, something is wrong.

There was something that he wasn't aware of, and his subconscious didn't catch.

But at this moment he sensed——

Something is going to happen.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the dark crowd gathered under the headquarters of the port mafia, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

From a brisk walk, it became a trot, and finally, it became a stride.

Then, he saw from a distance, a figure descending from the tall building.

The pitch-black figure is falling.

The man flicked across the heavy residual red of the setting sun, and his black cloak fluttered to other places with the wind coming from a high place.

More than three hundred meters.

It looks very long, but in fact, to the naked eye, it is only a few seconds.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stood in the distance and raised his head, his eyes gradually widened.

He opened his mouth and wanted to roar, but the whistling of the wind suddenly became louder.

He wanted to move, but felt that time stood still at that moment.

He gritted his teeth tightly, lit a golden-red flame in his palm, ignored the surprised eyes cast by the people around him, and flew into the air.

It's Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai, is falling.

They are getting closer and closer.

In the distance, he could see the man's face clearly.

With his eyes closed, the black hair on his forehead scattered with the wind, with a faint smile on his face, looking very peaceful.

It's like, a person who is about to sleep peacefully.

The man stretched his arms wide, as if calmly waiting to embrace a certain moment.

"Osamu Dazai—!"

A hoarse roar prompted the man to open his eyes.

The kite-colored pupils reflected the light of the setting sun, and the sides of his face were coated with a soft orange light.

However, his expression was full of astonishment, his lips parted slightly, as if his dream had been shattered, showing an indescribably complex expression.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was flying towards him.

The flames behind both palms flowed in an immeasurable size, as if that person mobilized all the strength in his whole body at that moment.

Osamu Dazai showed a very shallow smile towards the person who was running towards him.

He was fortunate enough to spy on countless parallel worlds through something.

And among countless parallel worlds, there is a unique self.

It's not a walking corpse with a glamorous appearance but a rotten inside. It doesn't yearn for death, but sincerely pursues the light.

That "self", wait until his light is gone.

It's so beautiful.

He stared at the man who was still flying towards him.The man was covered with bright golden red flames, but his face was full of worry.

The man shouted his name and held out his hand.

Osamu Dazai didn't reach out, he just looked at the man with a smile.

The bright red scarf was grabbed by the man, and the fabric rubbed against his neck, and finally all the flowing tails fell into the man's hands.

Then, their figures staggered past.

Nice to meet you, Tsunayoshi-kun.

Goodbye.

Dazai closed his eyes.

"Boom-"

Know what the slurry looks like after tofu is mashed?

The white one was soaked with some blood, splashed on the ground, and let it splash around.

This is what it looks like today.

It's not that Tsunayoshi Sawada has never seen such a scene.

Having experienced so much, sometimes he has become numb to these scenes.

He even managed to keep the eyes of those close to him blown off by a single shot.

only,

only.

Something roared in my ear.

Ah, so noisy.

It felt like the eardrum was about to be shattered.

His throat was sore and completely hoarse, as if he could cough up a pool of blood in no time.

Sawada Tsunayoshi knelt on the ground.

He felt that his body had lost the control of his nerve center, he was staggering, and the whole world was spinning.

He was in a trance for a long time, until his throat was silent and all the air in his lungs was exhausted, he realized——

Ah, it turns out that the person who shouted "don't die" at the top of his lungs, the person who pleaded "don't die" heartbreakingly, was myself.

More than three hundred meters away, the vital signs must have disappeared.

The few remaining rationalities in his mind told him so.

Then Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his head, mechanically and stiffly took out a small metal cube box.

The Box of Sunny Flame.

In order to prevent myself from getting injured in battles, I always carry it with me.

The vital signs must have disappeared.

He lit the ring and opened the casket.

The bright yellow warm flame brushed over the person who was lying on the ground, and the original person could no longer be seen.Finally, Sunny Flame flew back into the box and silently closed the opening.

The vital signs must have disappeared.

The ring is broken, that's okay, still.

The box was opened again, and bright yellow flames flew out again.

The vital signs must have disappeared.

Another ring broke.

It's okay, there are many, many more.

He just repeated this mechanical movement back and forth.

Until the ring he carried with him turned into a puddle of finely divided black powder.

"That, Mr. Sawada." A member of the organization walked through the crowd and walked to Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his head slowly.

He looked at the comer silently, and scanned the things in the man's hand with those godless eyes.

"This is what the leader asked me to deliver to you." The man said with trembling hands, handing a white envelope to him with trembling hands.

Sawada Tsunayoshi took the letter.

There was nothing on the envelope, it was empty and white.

As if someone exists.

Nothingness, paleness, because there is nothing, so there is everything.

Unpredictable.

He opened the envelope and took out a blank sheet of paper folded inside.

He unfolded the white paper and found that there were only a few short sentences written on it——

"Your Majesty Osamu Dazai, I sincerely invite Mr. Tsunayoshi Sawada to attend my funeral. Mr. Sawada will get his wish at that time, and I hope Mr. Sawada will welcome you."

Two short sentences, not even the name of the signer.

what.

Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his head and tightly held the paper in his hand.

The flimsy paper crumpled into a ball with his movements.

"Osamu Dazai, you liar."

Is that why you're going to spend three days on me?

"Why did you lie to me?" He stared blankly at the man and made a dreamy voice.

Is that why you didn't let the driver drive me back early?

Are you hoping that I won't let me see what you look like at this moment?

fraud.

coward.

He stood up slowly.

He took off his black suit.

He put his suit over the mangled body.

Behind him were screaming, crying, and whispering.

He moved away from the crowd, leaving only a back view.

He took a few steps forward, and suddenly found that there seemed to be water droplets on his forehead.

He raised his head, stopped in place, and slowly closed his eyes.Let more and more raindrops hit his face.

It's raining.

The rain became heavier and heavier. Some people ran away in a panic to find shelter from the rain, and some people opened their umbrellas slowly.

And Sawada Tsunayoshi did not move.

He still stood where he was.

Feel the change from small soft raindrops to violent drops.

The weather was fine today.

Unfortunately it rained.

The author has something to say: double update today.

Second more at three o'clock in the afternoon