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

always ready for you

Fei Jia was dressed all in white, with a dark green coat draped over his shoulders, which was lazily tied into a knot and hung on his body. The white shirt was only half-tucked in the waistband of his trousers, and he was wearing moccasin boots, which made people feel uncomfortable. Think of the snowy days in Oslo, and the black dead branches covered with ice are an aesthetic.

I thought about it.

I think he hasn't been frightened by the hot and humid weather in Yokohama in summer, and tinea pedis is more likely to appear in males from teenagers to adults.I hesitated briefly in the process of reminding him, but finally decided to give up.

Beautiful boys are always more beautiful and precious if they have flaws, just as the law God set for people in the Bible says, "Perfection must be accomplished in imperfect bodies."

Fei Jia beckoned to me, and I casually asked the members of Hong Kong and Black who passed by to help watch the coconut crab, and then walked towards him.

We are like friends who have been separated for a long time in a TV series, sitting in a coffee shop and briefly mentioning our recent situation. Of course, he is mainly talking, and my attention is on the red whistle in his hand. It's cold.

"It seems that Mr. Qinglong doesn't want to see me here."

Fei Jia's tone was not as pretentious and pretentious as Dazai Osamu's, and it was not as upright and clear as Mr. Nakaya's. His voice was undisguised and slightly hoarse, showing a faint sense of fatigue and weakness, as if he had just recovered from a long illness and was slightly less energetic. Prosperous boy.

"No, I'm just thinking about what you want to do with me, and I'm just waiting now. Besides, I'm not a talkative person myself." My fingertips rubbed the coffee cup, and my mind continued to think about eating six kilograms of crabs tonight If so, shouldn't it be better to find a catering chef to help with it, and by the way, add some sardines and fresh shrimp and scallops that are fat in summer.

If this is the case, should I buy a bottle of sake and invite Mr. Nakaya and Mr. Hirotsu to dinner by the way.

I always feel that we have so many dinners in private, someone should jump out and say that we are forming a party for personal gain, and I can swallow all the business of the other party by the way.

I've come to realize that being a good person has wonderful benefits.

That is, no matter what you do, you are stepping on the moral high ground, and you can use unconventional methods to sanction others.And after the final treatment, there is quite a sense of righteousness that "evil can prevail over good".

That's right, I'm talking about cadre a.

Some of the cadres currently staying in Hong Kong are Nakahara Chuya, who is responsible for the export of force and the appearance of the armed forces;

In the early stage of my project, the cost of capital is the most expensive.

The reason why many large-scale projects cannot be implemented is because of insufficient funds.Equipment, labor, high-tech talents, etc. all need money.However, they can still hope to continue with the plan because the banks are willing to borrow, or they can find other sources of financing.

However, the financing channels of Hong Kong and black companies in this regard are much more limited than normal enterprises.

Therefore, Hong Kong gangsters have to ensure their own cash flow. In this case, they have to allocate a large sum of money to me, which will obviously appear to be tight.Now that I want to make the "Girl Collection" run smoothly, the only thing I have to do is to take the money directly from "a"'s pocket.

Of course, if A has no intention of destroying the guerrillas directly under the leader and the secretariat with personnel power getting closer to the cadre Zhongyuan, we can eat freely first, and I will find a way to pay for "a".

……

"I feel that your attention is not here," Fei Jia said.

I reorganized my thoughts and said: "It's probably because I received a crab, so I have been thinking about it."

"Is it the crab in the white foam plastic box you had just now?" Fei Jia said with a faint smile like thin wine.

Although Fei Jia's tone was suspicious, his attitude was quite firm.

Seeing a flash of surprise in my eyes, Fei Jia said: "When you were on the phone, I was already in front of you, because I was looking at you all the time, so I accidentally pronounced my mouth. My Japanese recently Did you study well?"

I thought about it and applauded him.

Fei Jia was taken aback subconsciously, and asked, "What does this mean?"

"The "praise", "motivation" and "encouragement" you want are all in it. "I applauded him again according to the beat of [-].

"Will you invite me?" Fei Jia continued with a gentle and harmless look, "I just arrived in Yokohama, as the host, should you take care of me more?" He spoke like this, as if the relationship between us Friendship exchanges are like the friendship between gentlemen, and there is no stake.

Naturally, I wouldn't abandon him like a shoe, otherwise I wouldn't run across to him when he was trying to attract my attention.

"It's not convenient today, but let's get together on the weekend." I thought for a while and said, "You should know that there will be an autograph session for Henggou Zhengshi this weekend, right?"

The official history of Henggou has always been the object of my attention.

Not only because he is a famous mystery novelist, but also because he is a close friend of Koguri Kotaro.Back then, when I first arrived in Yokohama, the person who helped to erase and eliminate the traces of my swapping identities with No. [-] was Oguri Fusutaro from "The Rat of the Dead House".

Before he could speak, I repeated: "Is that all right?"

"If it's just you and me at that time, there will be no problem." Fei Jia rubbed the cool wall of the cup with his fingertips, as if his thoughts were also beginning to settle during this movement, turning into a point, and radiating from the point to catch The spider web of the human heart. "Mr. Qinglong, I didn't come to ask you to do anything for me."

Fei Jia's grape-red pupils looked deeply into mine, and said lightly, "If you regard me as an enemy, you probably guessed wrong." What he said was more like a test, a test Months of separation, am I still the same person he met when he first met.Or, am I divorced from him.

"Well, I know." I nodded and said, "So, I will sit here and watch your back leave."

"..."

I think Fei Jia had something to say to me, but he was still testing me, so he never said it directly.

In fact, it was No. [-] who contacted him first, not me, so I don't know much about the contact process.But for me, it is equivalent to playing a game, the monster becomes a treasure chest, and an item appears in it.When the level is not up to the standard, or when there is no suitable prop, it almost helps me cut the first line and bravely break through the first level.But when I have the right props, I will feel that this "accidentally dropped props" is equivalent to the initial props-it can be used in the newcomer period, but it is a pity to discard it later, and it is tasteless to use, so I keep it.

And my understanding of him is also very shallow-"He is a supernatural being who wants to create a world without supernatural beings."

When I knew it at the time, apart from thinking "what does this have to do with me", I looked up at this man like looking up at the sun, feeling that he was glowing just standing there, and sighed, "It turns out that people who have dreams are That's what it looks like—thin, thin, and gritty."

I've read biographies of celebrities, and most of them aspired to be leaders in a certain field when they were young, but few directly said they wanted to change the world.And most of the people who say they want to change the world happen to the villains in the Legend of Heroes, so my reaction, in just a few seconds, went from "what does this have to do with me" to "so people with dreams look like this ", then to "Which tormented him more than destroying his will or destroying his dreams?", and finally to "He must be boring".

He should still be thinking about whether I can be used.

After all, I once said "I also want to see what that world looks like" to go along with him.However, I believe that he is interested in me because "I" wants to become an investigator of the Supernatural Secret Service and enter Hong Kong as an undercover agent.

In fact, if he really needs it, I am willing to provide a little help, just like he helped me in the first place, to help him by taking the opportunity to swallow up the arsenal of Hong Kong and black.Or, it will be more mixed with the true meaning in my heart.

I am curious about his character and his future ending, just like looking at the last light of fireworks.This kind of feeling is probably to see how he will lose in the ending where he must lose, is it because he was shaken by people's hearts?Or is it because of a twist of fate?Or because one or more evenly matched opponents wiped him out?This feeling is like watching how the protagonist of a novel wins. I just want to see how he loses in reverse.

I don't know if anyone will write it for me?

This way I won't have to wait so long, and I won't be curious about him anymore.

……

Within five seconds of him leaving, I finished my coffee, tapped the cup, and started counting down "five, four, three, two, one."Then I chased him out of the door, and after seeing his figure at the intersection not far away, I ran after him.

Fei Jia was holding onto the black shirt on his right side with one hand, as if he had tightened his clothes to prevent the jacket from slipping off.

"what happened?"

"I forgot to give you my contact information." I spread my hand in his direction and said, "Give me your mobile phone."

The mobile phone he handed me didn't have any telecom operator's logo on it, but I still put my mobile phone number into his mobile phone.

"If you need it, please feel free to contact me at the number above. I'll be waiting for your call at any time."

There is no way out of heaven for man, but for man himself.

There should be room for everything.

Who said that this "prop" cannot self-upgrade and evolve in the future?

Of course, I didn't bother to answer the first phone call because I had to wash the dishes, so that's another story.

When he was about to leave, I clung to his ear and whispered.

"If you want gangsters, I am always ready for you."

When I stood up straight again, I caught his lingering smile out of the corner of my eye.