i'm not interested in big success

"Tachibana and Ya perform a pleasing check: 1d100=59/60 success"

Ju Heya smiled slightly, and before the Super Tour mode was over, the brows could not help but raise a triumphant arc.

Ah!

As expected of him!

He is such a sinful man that even the goddess of dice turns to him.

KP: ...... Pooh!

Open batch dog paw paw slap on the button to cancel super game mode.

Ju Heya's face changed in a second, and they pretended to be pitiful again. The fan-shaped distribution pattern on their fair and small faces was three points uncomfortable, three points expecting and four points dependent.

He covered his stomach and looked at Mr. Secretary helplessly.

In the eyes of the secretary, this handsome and cute little boy is really sympathetic, and it is difficult for normal people to say no to the answer.

Through the wet eyes of the silver-gray boy, he remembered the cute Akita dog he raised when he was a child.

It should be fine to just leave for a while, right?

Although the boss told me to stay close at every step, these are colleagues in the organization, so what could happen if they leave for a while?

The dazed secretary thought.

The child is so hungry, and the child still trusts himself so much, he must help the other party!

With this mentality of being a good person and doing good deeds, Mr. Secretary carefully asked everyone's taboos, and after getting a series of made-up answers, he went out with his mobile phone in his pocket.

"Yeah! There are crabs to eat tonight!" Osamu Dazai happily lay down on the sofa as soon as he saw the person leaving.

Ju Heya gave him a kind smile, and pulled his arm in an attempt to grab him up: "Don't lie down, hurry up and work. Even if you don't want to look for it seriously, just roll a dice."

Osamu Dazai saw the three little friends cast death glances at him one after another, so he could only sigh: "Hey... I really don't want to offend all of you all at once..." Then he wriggled and got up.

They decided to divide the work, and took turns to search all over the office, and every time they sent someone to stand near the door to listen to the movement outside.

Don't let people catch you, it's so embarrassing.

After the decision was made, everyone dispersed, and at first it was Toru Amuro who guarded the gate.

He conveniently took out a newspaper from the newspaper shelf beside him, and was going to listen to the outside world while checking for any noteworthy future news.

Using one mind and two tasks is also a trick he is used to.

Toru Amuro quickly scanned the front page social news, and was about to turn back when he suddenly stopped.

He fixed his eyes and looked at the lower left corner again, it really wasn't dazzled.

The name of my friend Matsuda Jinping appears repeatedly.

Taking a closer look, besides Matsuda, even Kenji Hagiwara's name is on it.

"Okay, these two guys can have a place in the headlines..." He wants to see what great achievements these two guys have made, which is worthy of media coverage.

Then I saw the keywords [serial bombing case] [bombing bomb demolition] [ferris wheel] and so on.

Toru Amuro: The smile is gradually disappearing.jpg

Toru Amuro had a solemn face, with a terrifying expression on his face, he read the whole report carefully, concentrating so hard that he blocked the laughing and joking coming from behind him.

It turned out that his good friends did not make corresponding achievements and were praised by the media at all, but died heroically during the mission, and closed their eyes forever at a young age.

They died in that powerful bomb, not even their bones were left behind.

Although on the first day they were admitted to the police academy, they already had the consciousness of sacrifice, but when faced with the death of a friend, Toru Amuro was still so sad that he had to look up at the ceiling to keep his tears from falling down.

Both Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji are very good people. Even if they die one day, Toru Amuro does not want them to die in this kind of case and be used wantonly by others as a tool to attract attention.

See what the media are saying?

Not only were they not grateful that they were protected, but they said in a slightly mocking tone that the Metropolitan Police Department had sacrificed two police officers one after another, but they still hadn't caught the murderer of the serial bombings.

Toru Amuro took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, thinking that none of this happened in the real world, the depression in his chest disappeared a lot.

However, this movement attracted Nakahara Chuya, who was casting [Investigation] next to him, and the orange-haired boy looked over.

He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Toru Amuro twitched the corner of his mouth.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know why he was suddenly in a bad mood, but they hadn't been together for a long time, so they couldn't ask very personal topics.

The kind and considerate Zhong Ye was embarrassed and seriously comforted: "Let's work hard together! Don't be discouraged."

After speaking, I went to look for clues seriously.

Toru Amuro glanced at that column of news for the last time, and after remembering the time and place mentioned above, the victim clearly, he turned over this page and continued to search for news with his good memory.

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Ju Heya went to the desk immediately after the secretary left, he was going to check the computer on the desk, there should be a lot of good things stored in it, after all, the computer is an indispensable office tool for modern people.

Osamu Dazai followed behind his little friend. He looked at the desk not far away, and tentatively rolled a [Investigation].

"Osamu Dazai made a detection check: 1d100=96/71 big failure"

KP: ...?

Osamu Dazai: ...?

Ju and Ya turned their minds for two seconds before realizing what they heard just now.

He looked back in horror, and saw the boy with the bandages on his face while walking, tripped over his right leg with his left leg, and then fell to the ground with a flat piaji.

Two lines of nosebleeds flowed out.

Dropping on the ground is simply a murder scene.

"Osamu Dazai HP12-1=11"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah fell flat!" Zhongyuan Zhong also laughed on the sofa and couldn't stand his waist.

"Oh my god! Dazai, can you do it?" Tachibana Heya held back the corners of his mouth that were crazily raised.

However, I couldn't hold it back, and squatted on the ground hahahaha laughed out loud, almost laughing out loud: "You hahaha, from the beginning to the present, have you ever succeeded hahahahahaha?"

Osamu Dazai lay on the ground, turned over, blinked and looked at the ceiling, his whole body was utterly devastated.

Because he discovered that he had never succeeded in rolling a dice, and the first big failure at the beginning came from him.

He felt like he was being targeted in this game.

What this game needs is not smart people, but European dogs.

Sad nosebleeds are red tears flowing down someone's fair and handsome face into their hair.

Tachibana and Ya pulled several pieces of toilet paper from Yuuki Sayuri's desk, and threw them directly on Dazai Osamu: "Come on, it's the same as the scene of the crime. You came in without knowing it and thought what happened to you."

"Just let me bleed to death..." Dazai Ji Er babbled.

All the spirit he had raised up before disappeared without a trace because of this flat fall!

Under the strands of hair that no one saw, Osamu Dazai's ears were flushed with shame.

How embarrassing in front of slugs!

Even though he knew that the flat throw was the fault of the dice goddess, Zhong Yuanzhong still didn't give up the opportunity to ridicule his partner.Osamu Dazai honorably received the title of 'uncoordinated limbs'.

But Nakahara Chuya laughed, but honestly picked up the tissue with his hand, squeezed it into a ball, and roughly blocked Osamu Dazai's bleeding nostril.

"Get up and work, don't be lazy, just bleed, it's not like you haven't suffered more serious injuries." What are you pretending to be here?

Osamu Dazai reluctantly got up, and directly embraced the tissue box on Ms. Yuki's desk in his arms.

Wiping his cheeks, wiping his hair, and changing the balls of paper that blocked his nose, he wasted a lot of paper in a short while, and the blood-stained paper piled up into a hill in the trash can.

Tachibana and Ya had already laughed enough when Osamu Dazai showed his loveless face. He first took out the gloves from his bag and put them on. .

"Tachibana and Ya perform a detection check: 1d100=8/60 is extremely difficult to succeed"

Tachibana Heya first breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he was not underwhelmed by Dazai Osamu, an African nigger, then squinted at Dazai Osamu who was wiping his hair next to him, and shook his head with a helpless smile.

"Zhizhi, look at me, then at you. Tsk tsk."

Osamu Dazai's unfathomable expression collapsed, he rolled his eyes uncontrollably, and looked as angry as a child.

It seems that the game mode of running a group, which relies on dice to decide things, really hit him hard.

Tachibana and Ya put away their schadenfreude expressions, followed KP's prompt and looked at the table, and they saw something worth noting.

The surface of this table looks unremarkable, clean and tidy, and the embellishment of green plants makes people feel relaxed and comfortable.

But there is a hair near the mouse on the desktop, and there is also a thin strand of hair stuck on the side of the drawer in the middle, if you are not careful, you will miss it.

Tachibana Kazuya pointed these out to Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai was quite unconvinced: "I can also find this level."

He does this professionally.

KP: "That's the real world. When you use virtual characters in the game world, you have to follow the rules of the game world." Opening the batch spoke the truth without mercy.

Osamu Dazai: ...I'll forget it if I'm so mad.

These guys are more annoying than Zhongyuan Zhongye!

Remembering the angles of the two hairs and other details, Ju and Ya carefully removed them, and then tentatively pulled the middle drawer - it was locked and could not be opened.

Tachibana Kazuya looked up at Osamu Dazai: "You should be able to pick the lock, I remember that your card's occupation is a thief."

Thieves or pickpockets who don't know how to pick locks should simply quit and retire to their hometowns.

Osamu Dazai leaned halfway on the desk, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, with two balls of paper stuck in his nose, he kicked a box in his hand, and chuckled lightly: "I am nicknamed Yokohama Lock Unlocker, just such a small lock, it can stump me ?”

Ju Heya had a delicate expression, a smile that was not a smile: "You can't talk too much."

Osamu Dazai choked, obviously because he also thought of the shocking fall just now.

"It was an accident." He tried hard to put on the inscrutable face he used to frighten his subordinates, "It is impossible to fail all the time."

However, the darkened eyes really didn't match the two lumps of paper on his nose.

Ju Heya didn't hold back, and burst out laughing again.

However, this shameless Dogecoin was still going to beat him up—before Osamu Dazai got angry and protested, the man stopped laughing and asked Osamu Dazai why he would tell a joke to destroy his gentle image.

KP: Pooh!

Osamu Dazai: Bah!

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself." Tachibana and Ya took two steps away and gave up the home game to Yokohama Unlock King.

Osamu Dazai found out a wire from nowhere, and first tried it with his own rich experience.

When he found that he really couldn't open it and had to cast points, he reluctantly called KP and pressed the dice.

"Osamu Dazai made a locksmith check: 1d100=68/90 success"