Complete Survival Manual

"call--"

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous~"

The train passed by with a strong air current, and the white clown stretched out his arms, quickly pulling the person standing near the rails back to the inside of the cordon.

"What are you thinking, Fedya?"

Dostoyevsky seemed to have been awakened. He only looked at Gogol after the roaring train had passed away.

"Is your street performance over yet?"

The cards rattled, and Gogol shuffled them nimbly with his fingers.

The back of the grid-shaped cards has an orderly aesthetic, and the overlapping and changing cards have been played out by the hands of the clown.

As a qualified clown, how can he know nothing about cards?

"Now it's a magic show about cards!" Gogol said cheerfully, "This is a new way of playing after I asked Sigma for advice. Do you want to draw a card?"

Dostoevsky smiled and walked out of the station.When passing by Gogol, he drew a card from Gogol's hand.

"Come on," he said, "let's meet a soul that shouldn't exist."

The drawn card is placed at the top of the deck, with its back facing up, and the neat grid is no different from other cards.

After a casual glance, Gogol put away the cards and caught up with the person walking in front.

"It's exactly the same as the suit drawn by Sigma, you really should try to learn magic..."

They are gone.

On the cards hidden in Gogol's pocket, the clown drawn in oil paint laughs.

[Jocker]

……

A photo was refreshed.

"That's him." Enoda said, "Hakata's most famous killer agent."

"This person?" Lin Xianming thought for a while and said, "I've seen him before."

Several people gathered in the coffee shop cast their gazes over. Lin Xianming didn't mean to show off. He tried his best to recall, and picked up a little impression from the depths of his memory.

"When I was still training in Huajiuhui, he came to watch our training. He was more like a reporter than an agent at that time." Lin Xianming said, "People in Huajiuhui respected him very much. , and specially asked us to restrain ourselves a little bit, don’t make the training ground full of blood and blood.”

Machang: "A big shot."

"Lin is right." Enoda fiddled with the phone and showed them what he got. "Keiichi Nagao was born in Yokohama. He used to be a promising military policeman. Later, he resigned and became a reporter. The reason is unknown."

"In the same year, he boarded a smuggling ship in the port of Yokohama, and when he returned to Japan, it should be the one that Lin saw."

"It used to be a military police officer, but now it's a famous killer agent..." Lin Xianming stared at the photo, wondering what he was thinking.

Machang: "Lin Jiang, is the news we received reliable?"

Lin Xianming came back to his senses and said: "Since you can threaten us with the information that you are a 'samurai', no matter whether the information is accurate or not, we should go and check on Keiichi Nagao."

There is also an urban legend in the Hakata area. It is said that the Ninwaka samurai, who specializes in killing killers, is the most powerful killer in this city of killers.

It's a pity that no one has ever been able to find the real body of this warrior.

People once suspected that this was a hidden organization that followed the rules, or it was simply an urban legend that did not exist.

Few people can think that the samurai Jin and Jia who is active in the dark is not only real, but the real body is just a detective who lives leisurely in a detective agency.

Until now, someone sent a threatening letter, and the peaceful life of the Bachang Detective Agency was broken.

"I never thought of getting a sky-high bounty." Baba scratched his hair, feeling unmotivated, "Who is that Mr. Tsushima..."

"What's 'If you can't do it, announce your identity as a Renhejia warrior', it's inexplicably so infuriating." Lin Xianming hit the table with a fist, and the ice cubes in the glass were shaken twice.

"Sorry to bother you." Enoda raised his head, "So can you tell me now, what exactly are you looking for?"

Machang couldn't laugh or cry, "It's a very confusing commission." He took out a thick letter and put it on the table.

Enoki looked at it with interest.

After ignoring the threat just mentioned, the large paragraph of text only expresses one meaning.

[Please identify all residents at this address. ]

A detailed address is attached below.

Machang: "After investigation, we found that the owner of this address has never shown himself in person, and the last information we can get is just this candid photo."

Enoda: "Do you suspect...?"

"What happened recently is inseparable from that Mr. Tsushima." Lin Xianming said, "Both the racecourse and I believe that Tsushima is there."

……

"Tsushima is missing?!" Mitsui Koyuki stood up in a loss of composure, the tea bowl was brought down to the ground, and the hot tea spilled onto her skirt.

"Miss Snow!"

"Don't worry about it." Mitsui Koyuki bit her lip, "I still talked to him, and there was no problem at that time. Did something happen? What about the accounts? Is there any problem with the accounts?"

"Master Zhihui hasn't changed anything yet." Yuzhi lowered her head and wiped the water stains for Mitsui Koyuki patiently and meticulously.

Mitsui Koxue sat down slowly and let Yuzhi help her tidy up.

"Yuzhi, you are the person who has been with me for the longest time. You have been watching the movements of my father and brother for me at Mitsui's house all these years. It is really hard for you."

"It's not very hard, Miss Xue." Yuzhi said, "I'm very happy to wait until you come back."

"I don't want to come back here again. I just want the Mitsui family to disappear." Mitsui Koyuki blinked and laughed, "Even without Tsushima, we can succeed. After all, the most difficult time has passed Yes, the Mitsui family has agreed to let me help the next Patriarch."

Tsushima helped her and smoothly handed over to Mitsui Koyuki the people who were still expecting his return.

As a result, with the addition of Mitsui Koyuki's original manpower, there are more people in the family who are willing to obey Mitsui Koyuki's orders than the orthodox patriarch.

"How much I have received the favor of Tsushima." She pointed her slender fingers on the table, and polished her nails carefully with the expensive wood table, "Yuzhi, send a message to the office, and tell the story before and after Tsushima's disappearance." Tell them all the specific clues.”

"The next thing... depends on Tsushima's own luck."

……

Kyoto, office.

The phone rang non-stop, and the operator answered it politely.After answering the phone, she called the vice president who was away without hesitation.

"Vice President, Mitsui's family called just now."

Eri Ihara: "Wait a minute, it's a bit noisy here, I'll find a quieter place."

Members should be.

After a while, Ihara Eri became quiet.

"Which Mitsui?"

"The one who holds the real power." The operator said, "She sent someone to send a message by phone, saying that the president disappeared on the way back to Mitsui's house."

"I see." Eri Ihara's voice was very cold, "It seems that with the help of the president, that Miss Yuki is not an incompetent person."

The operator kept a professional smile, thinking that he was just a qualified microphone.

Eri Ihara asked about the situation in Kyoto again, and after judging that there was no change, he said, "Ask everyone if there is any souvenir you want. The bastard boss promised before leaving that if I go to Fukuoka, the office will Reimbursement of all expenses." She sneered and said, "Since it's the boss's approval, I'm really sorry for him not doing something."

The lady operator was still calm and professional, she said in a sweet voice: "Vice President, I heard that Fukuoka's chicken buns and mentaiko are very famous, please be sure to add them to your souvenir list."

"Okay, all of you have a share!"

Except for the boss who made himself "disappeared" without authorization.

Eri Ihara hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and took out her phone to check the map.

The blinking dots of light on the map look reassuring.

That was the tracker that Tsushima wanted from Ueno Daichi.

From the very first acquaintance, she was often shocked by some of Tsushima's actions.

Although it is not obvious at ordinary times, in fact, when encountering something, this person is ruthless to others and even more ruthless to himself.

Among all the choices, the person named Tsushima will always rank himself in the last insignificant position.

It's the same this time.

Eri Ihara clenched her phone tightly, thinking from the bottom of her heart: [Don't, don't let anything happen, President. ]

……

[It has been confirmed that Dostoevsky has left Yokohama. ]

Osamu Dazai received an email from Ango Sakaguchi, and the content on it made him raise his mouth in a good mood.

He was sitting in a coffee shop, and in the booth diagonally opposite, there were two customers, a man and a woman, talking together.

The business of the coffee shop is not good, and Osamu Dazai was able to wait for the final news quietly here.

He has already got the location of the tracker sent by Eri Ihara, but it is not yet confirmed whether the tracker is still on Tsushima.

Although Dazhi Ueno has repeatedly assured that his tracker signal is so weak that it is almost impossible to be detected, accidents will happen.No one can guarantee whether it will be discovered and used in turn.

If not found, the tracker shows the correct location.

If found, there is a trap left by the person who took Tsushima.

Two choices, two completely different endings.

Osamu Dazai leaned on the table, flicked the coffee cup with his fingers.

[Are you there, Tsushima? ]

……

Tsushima leaned against the window, looked at the pond and laughed.

The petite instrument buried in the flesh and blood emitted signals unhurriedly, and the foreign body sensation reminded him all the time that the tracker he had hidden earlier was still operating stably and normally.

The wound exuded lingering pain, but Tsushima looked a little gentle when he lowered his eyebrows.

He said silently, [I am right here. ]

The author has something to say: the last "I am here" is for everyone who wants to find him.

But rounding up is the answer between Dazai and Tsushima!

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The experimental class is really the enemy of my life. For a whole week, my mind is full of sand table and all kinds of data ==

Being bad at math is really painful.

In order to compensate everyone, there is another update tonight~

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Finally, I would like to thank the little angel of moxibustion for mine! (a hug)