Hong Kong and Black Undercover Ayanokoji's Handbook of Tool Man

"Won't bother you?"

Zhong Yuan asked, is he bothering me?

In fact, I personally feel that the whole venue has become very standardized, even if they don't pay attention to me, so I don't care.This feeling is very similar to when I was five years old, when the head of the whiteroom walked into the classroom during the teaching period, the students subconsciously looked at this strange authority.

I'm pretty impressed with this because I'm the only one who didn't look back at my father.

Under the reflection of the glass window, I was especially out of place in the student group, and the expression on my face should be the same as it is now-writing "it doesn't matter".

However, Zhong Yuan paused for a moment while speaking, and subconsciously turned his head to scan around, and found that everyone was staring at him intently, as if realizing that he had disrupted the progress of my interview process to a certain extent.

So he turned his head and coughed in disguise.

"Your situation here is much better than I imagined. I heard that riots are prone to occur at the interview site. When I just passed by, it was a bit noisy here."

As soon as he finished speaking, I felt that more than a dozen people in the entire venue unconsciously held their breath, trying to minimize their sense of existence.

If I didn't look up and look around, I might have thought it was just me and Zhong Yuan.

"..." I don't know what to say, I feel that if I don't speak, it will make the atmosphere very awkward.Honestly, I've been through enough awkward chat scenes, so I changed the subject and said, "Well, I can finish it soon. If you're free, we'll find a place nearby when it's over Eat...or?" After finishing speaking, I subconsciously replayed what I said in my head.

Therefore, I found a bit of a bad point-why does the topic I mentioned recently always have nothing to do with "eating"?

In this regard, I have to review it carefully.

Zhong Yuan didn't seem to expect that I would say such a thing. His expression froze for a moment, and then he smiled. He raised the brim of his hat with one hand, his blue eyes flashed, and he said straightforwardly: "Why not? Then I'll wait for you to finish, I Today is also over, and I will wait for you near here. I will let them get off work first."

After he said this, I noticed that there was a group of people lined up near the warehouse door.

After Zhong Yuan ran away neatly, I found that most of the people in the audience were still chasing his figure, as if their eyes had replaced their hands holding his shadow.Although I heard that Zhongyuan is well-known both inside and outside Hong Kong and black, but looking at the situation today, it seems to be more extreme than I imagined.

"You and Mr. Zhongyuan..."

After Liyuan Michizao looked back, he looked back at me curiously, full of questions in his mind, but halfway through the conversation, seeing me keep writing notes on his resume, he returned to the topic.

"I'm seriously interviewing, you know."

I ignored him and said directly: "You come here at the same time next week."

"Am I accepted?!" Tachihara Michizao didn't know what I wanted to do.

"No." I pulled out his resume from the folder, handed it back to him, and said, "I need some work experience from you, any work experience is fine, within a week, find three stores who are willing to provide You provide proof of employment. Then, write a new resume."

"...Does this kind of thing have anything to do with gangsters in Hong Kong?"

"Excuse me, do you belong to the complaint link, or do you simply have doubts?"

"I'm just asking..."

"next."

I raised my finger and asked the bodyguard next to me to find the next one.

Liyuan Michizao walked away full of doubts.

In fact, the interview is just a formality.

I study everyone's background and experience, as well as their personality characteristics during the interview, and whether they can obey my arrangement unconditionally.As long as anyone who thinks highly of himself in front of me and is unwilling to correct his attitude towards me, I will not continue to give him a chance; if his performance is acceptable, I will give them additional tasks to see how much they have completed, and play tricks It’s okay, it’s okay to really finish it seriously.

After all, I still have to pick undercover agents from inside, and I don't want to throw one in and one will die.

Or maybe—

Give the real undercover some "abandoned sons" that can be discarded at hand, so that they can be used to "abandon the car to protect the handsome" if necessary.

When I was thinking about it halfway, I suddenly thought, why am I sitting here doing such a boring thing?

After realizing this, I began to review myself again. Why should I realize this and make myself feel more boring?

At this time, the next person was already sitting in front of me.

I mechanically asked, "Please introduce yourself."

"Zhu Xingda." A tall young man with black hair and blue eyes looked around, and finally touched the camera closest to him with his fingers and said, "These cameras should not be connected to the so-called live broadcast, right? Otherwise you just now It’s impossible to have that kind of daily conversation with the cadres? Also, your interview style is very casual, as if you don’t care how the person on the other side of the camera will react.”

"Um, yes. Anything else to ask?"

This one can be used.

I thought so.

Although it is said that it is almost over, it actually took a lot of time, nearly an hour.In the middle, Zhongyuan didn't urge me, and only sent a message "I'll wait for you on the bench by the sea" to my mobile phone, and there were no more messages.

Warehouse Street faces the sea, and there are some simple entertainment facilities and restaurants built around the theme of "sea".Whether it's daytime or nighttime, each has its own splendor and noise, but I'm rarely a part of it.I also just noticed today that there are some street performers along the coast of Warehouse Street, most of whom are musical instrument players.

When I found Zhong Yuan, there was a cellist playing the piano not far behind him.And Nakahara was sitting on a bench by the beach, holding his hat with one hand, his shoulder-length hair was simply tied behind his head with a hair rope, his left leg was crossed over his right leg, and he closed his eyes and meditated quietly and picturesquely. The last rays of sunlight by the sea traced his eyebrows.

After a long time, I took this place as a memory point of Chuya in the Central Plains, and whenever I think about it, the cello music of the French composer Faure in the last century still echoes long in my mind.

In the song it says——

"tesyeuxetientplusdoux, tavoixpureetsonore

Your pupils are warm and soft, your voice is bright and clean

turayonnaiscommeuncieleclaireparl'aurore

You shine like the sky is lit with the light of dawn

... "

I haven't called Zhong Yuan yet, but Zhong Yuan found me first, yelled at me, and waved his hand to beckon me to come over.As I passed, I saw him stretch out in his chair and sigh comfortably.

He didn't start talking to me until he saw me sitting down, and once he opened his mouth, I didn't know how to respond.

"Although I don't know why," Zhong Yuan said, leaning back on the chair, looking at me with bright eyes, "but I always feel that sometimes, Ayanokouji, you are quite afraid of me? Well, yes, sometimes I feel We are far and near, indifferent. Sometimes, I don't know what to do?"

This is probably around the time of the New Year, and Zhong Yuanzhong and I have officially passed the ice-breaking stage.However, I still don't know how to approach him.It may be because our personalities are different, so the rhythm is different.

However, Edogawa Ranpo and I also have different personalities, but I have never worried about this kind of problem.

Perhaps it is because Zhongyuan is very considerate of others and always pays attention not to put pressure on others, but it creates a kind of pressure on people instead.

Or maybe there are other reasons, I haven't found out yet.

But when Zhongyuan said this, I didn't know how to reply.

"...Well, I don't know either."

When Zhong Yuan heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and then folded his arms and began to self-criticize: "This kind of problem should be solved by myself. In the end, I still belong to your elder brother. It's too embarrassing to throw it at you."

"........."

I found that when Zhong Yuan and I were together in private, we talked less than usual.

Zhongyuan also seemed to be affected by the silence, and he didn't speak for a while, just looked in the direction of the cellist, and after a while, as if prying the topic, he said: "I don't know what the song is, it's very nice, I've been listening to it for a while .”

I followed his gaze, looked at the cellist playing, and explained: "The original song is a piano piece, in C minor, and now I am playing a version adapted into a cello piece. The cellist who played it has changed a lot. The tune here will be a little more positive, and it will also emphasize the original song "After you call my name, I leave the land that binds me, and I want to go to the light with you." .Well... that's it. "

When I turned my head, I found that Nakahara had been staring at my face, as if he wanted to see me through, but this level of seeing through was different from the sense of crisis that Dazai Osamu gave me, and the transparency that Edogawa Ranpo gave me. Central Plains feels very stable.

Seeing that I didn’t respond like a wooden man, he pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, stood up from the chair, snapped his fingers at me, and said, “You must be hungry, right? What do you want to eat? Western food, Chinese food, Japanese food ?”

"I can do it, I'm not picky eaters, you decide."

Thanks to the principle of "cross reply", if I want to say something, I can already respond with some long sentences by myself. I think if I say "anything is fine", the atmosphere will be colder, even Zhongyuan doesn't care.

"Then let me take you to eat western food, pasta, okay?"

"Is there a western food restaurant here?" I couldn't help asking, feeling that there were some bars around.

"No."

Zhong Yuan took out the car key from his pocket, put it on his finger and started playing.

"But I have a car, and I can take you wherever you want."

The Central Plains took the lead in walking in front, and I followed behind.

"So, Ayanokōji, you follow me, that's all."

Ok.