Complete Survival Manual

Night Breeze took away the last trace of fishy and sweet breath from Jin Dao. He walked out of the inconspicuous alley and made a phone call.

"Give it to Miss Xue, and she will deal with it later."

Tsushima walked briskly on the street, and the girls passing by couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

The neon lights at night illuminated the world. There was a gentle smile on his face, but the words he said were inexplicably cold.

He was contacting his men to deal with the killer lying in a dark alley.

This isn't the first wave of people today, and it certainly won't be the last.

After meeting Mitsui Koyuki three days ago, Tsushima quickly felt the sincerity of Mitsui Koyuki's cooperation.

If you are short of manpower, give manpower, and if you are short of money, give money. It is really considerate.

[Poor planning. ]

He inadvertently pressed the side of his waist, and the wet touch had a distinct sense of presence.

You don't need to look to know that the wound that has not healed at all is bleeding again.

This wound was the last blow of a certain killer before he died. It should have been a fatal blow, but the angle deviated from the trembling before death made Tsushima still stand here now, and even he can still stand here. Send an apologetic smile to the ladies who ask for their phone numbers.

A car parked quietly on the side of the road, Tsushima opened the door casually, and sat in with a very natural posture.

"Go home."

"you……?!"

"Ok?"

Tsushima looked at the driver with an undiminished smile, and the driver subconsciously started the car before he could take back his damned expression.

The vehicle merged smoothly into the traffic flow.

Tsushima propped his chin up and looked out the window, as if the driver's vague sight didn't exist.

[Generally speaking, driving while looking at the rearview mirror is likely to cause a car accident.Like rear-end collisions and rollovers... Ah, the railing here looks very good, and it is unexpectedly suitable for vehicles to rush straight down.Rush down from the viaduct at full speed, and after a bang, there will be no extra pain. ]

The driver held the steering wheel silently and stiffly, like a stone statue that could drive.

When he arrived at the destination smoothly, Tsushima pretended to be surprised and opened his eyes wide.

"I thought you would do something." The tentacles of the search stretched out of the body, and he looked at the driver for the first time since he sat in this car, "It took a lot of effort to replace the original driver. Countless hands-on opportunities. Now I have arrived at the designated destination without incident, Mr. Driver, would you mind telling me what you want to do?"

Tsushima's tone was not aggressive, but the driver, who had been a good driver all the way, felt uncomfortable psychologically.

His complexion changed several times, and what he finally said was advice, "I didn't expect you to be the one who frequently attacked the Mitsui family... Your guardian must not want to see what you are doing now. If you stop now, there will be room for redemption."

"Guardian." Tsushima rolled these syllables on the tip of his tongue. The driver's attitude was extremely serious, which made Tsushima feel like laughing.

So he smiled, "I haven't heard anyone mention him for a long time, who are you?"

"Here is his family." The driver lowered his head in response to the question, a small shadow was cast on his forehead, "He is a person who implements all justice. The biggest regret in this world is that he was forced to die by murder. at gunpoint. As his successor, what are you doing now?"

"Then this unknown gentleman," Tsushima narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "what do you think I should be doing now?"

"Of course it is to implement the way of good deeds pursued by the predecessors!" The man said firmly.

Tsushima tilted his head and applauded symbolically, "With your status as a killer agent?"

"……You know me?"

"You are very famous. Even out of Fukuoka, there are many people who know you. Let me think about it..." Tsushima pretended to be thinking, and after pondering for a while, he said, "Nagao Keiichi, Nagao sir, right?"

The man whose real name was indeed Keiichi Nagao choked for no reason, then continued after a pause: "Being active as a manager of a killer is the best answer I have sought—only in the darkness can I get rid of the darkness better." .I heard that you have inherited the will of your predecessors and have been helping the police. This is very good, and it is also a good way. It is countless times better than your current disappointing appearance. I don’t want to know that you shot at the family that raised you For what reason, but this is absolutely not true!"

"If you insist on continuing what you are doing now, I will do everything in my power to stop you."

"The last question." After listening patiently, Tsushima asked, "Are you here for Junpei, or for the justice in your heart?"

The person who heard the question said as a matter of course: "Senior is the justice I insist on." He took another quick look at Tsushima through the rearview mirror, "You are the best successor in the hearts of seniors, I hope you understand that you should do what."

So far, Tsushima has fully understood why Nagao Keiichi came to him.

[In the mind of this gentleman, is Junpei some kind of selfless heroic image? ]

[Integrity, Brightness, Sensitivity, Fairness, Optimism, Positivity... just thinking that these words will be in someone's mind, and they will be all set on Junpei's body, I will spit it out. ]

[A person who can believe in Junpei as a beacon of life... Ah, I really want to see the moment when his faith is shattered. ]

That must be a very interesting picture.

"Shuji Tsushima." Nagao Keiichi called out his name.

Tsushima raised his head dispensably.

"I will continue what my predecessors have not done."

"You..." Tsushima frowned, feeling the slowness of thinking.

"I will take you away." He seemed to have made up his mind, "When there is no predecessor to guide the way, you have deviated from the path that the predecessor walked, and I happened to meet you at this time."

"No, it's not a coincidence, it's senior who secretly signaled me to lead you on the right path."

[I will fulfill the legacy of my predecessors, and you will be grateful to me later. ]

I will lead you out of the abyss of astray.

Tsushima ignored Keiichi Nagao's self-talk, and slid to the side following the will of his body.

Before closing his eyes, he smiled inwardly.

[The fish bites the bait. ]

[The rest is up to you. ]

……

The person who sketched on the paper threw away the pen in his hand, and the messy black lines criss-crossed and filled the white paper.

It's getting late, but Osamu Dazai is still in the Armed Detective Agency.

His usual attitude towards work makes him seem to have nothing to do with the word overtime, but today is an exception. It is rare for him to stay here outside of working hours to shine for the cause of overtime.

This strange phenomenon lasted for several hours. After sending everyone away with a smile, he waited for a while before he deftly walked around the tables and chairs and knocked on the door of the president's office.

"President! I want to apply for an extra business trip!"

[The fish is hooked. ]

……

The Ability Secret Service Division is running at full speed.

Since the tripartite agreement was reached, the sleep-deprived civil servants have never had a good night's sleep.

The coffee was sent to the centralized office of the Ability Secret Service Section like a stream of water, and everyone had brightly colored eye circles as decorations.

The people who work here probably have lit up the talent skill called "staying up late and working overtime". Among them, the one who uses this skill to the best is naturally their boss, Ango Sakaguchi.

"Senior, don't you really need to take a break..."

"There is still work." Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, took a sip of the super espresso next to him, and felt that he could hold on a little longer.

Because of the lack of manpower in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Tsujimura Fukatsuki, who was temporarily transferred back, struggled to adapt to the work rhythm.After hearing what her boss said, she couldn't help casting admiring glances.

Ango Sakaguchi took another sip of his coffee expressionlessly.

"Senior! There is an urgent communication!"

"Come in."

"Yes!"

A communication application popped up on the large electronic screen in front of him.

This is a communication transmitted through an encrypted military channel. During the special period, this secret channel appeared in front of everyone for the first time.

It doesn't matter whether this channel will be abandoned or used for other purposes in the future. The point is that its appearance now represents a certain official attitude.

"Good evening, Ango Sakaguchi, Assistant Counselor of the Extraterrestrial Special Affairs Section." A middle-aged man with a mustache appeared on the screen, "From now on, we will try our best to cooperate with your actions."

"Old Fudi Yingchi, I'm glad to see you here."

Special Suppression Force. Detachment A.

They have a more popular name - "hound".

This is a special force composed of five people who stand at the top of the country's military value, and all the rumors about them are like legends.And the captain of this team is Fukuchi Sakurachi.

Ango Sakaguchi put his hands on the table, knowing that he was waiting for the strongest support from the government, "What order did you receive?"

"Follow the Russians who 'always appear on high places'." The brisk loli voice suddenly appeared, "But in the whole city, there is no smell of exotic mice~" Okura Yeko stood on the top of the commercial building On the rooftop, the wicked man smiled, "Maybe he has already escaped."

Suehiro Tiechang: "Miss Yeko, there is no way to complete the search for Yokohama with only the sense of smell."

Okura Yeko: "Tiechang, just say one more word, and I'll twist off your hands and feet to make office decorations!"

Sakura Fukuchi stroked his beard and smiled proudly, "It seems that everyone's mentality is very relaxed. Then! It's hunting time!"

The corners of the cloak were raised, and several people showed similar expressions.

That is the imperative to tear the prey under the claws of the hunting dog. As a "hunting dog", hunting should be instinctive.

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses and sat back in his seat.

"I wish you success in your mission."

"Don't worry, leave it to us." Fukuchi Sakurachi raised her arm and divided the city into two halves using this as a boundary. go there."

Okura Yeko cheered, cupped her cheeks and said to Fukuji Sakura, "I'm so happy to be able to feel the leader's charisma again~"

Su Guang thought deeply, "Miss Yezi..."

Tiaoye Caiju: "No matter what you want to say, please shut up, Mr. Tiechang."

Okura Yezi turned his head slowly: "Tie Chang, do you want to visit the Scarlet Hell? How about dyeing it red with your own blood?"

The particularly unreliable hounds left the building noisily, baring their fangs in the nighttime city.

The goal, to capture Dostoevsky alive.

The author has something to say: Recently I got stuck in the ending, I feel that my brain is not enough OTZ

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