How I was forced to be a boss

When those people broke in, I was still writing and drawing on the paper, because I was so overwhelmed in my heart that I just picked it up, and when I wrote it, it was just some meaningless lines that I daubed casually.

I'm thinking about powers.I can not think too much about the others for the time being, but there is one thing that really makes my heart itch.

"I want to read their books!" Turning the pen in my hand, I made a voice of grief and indignation.

However, if I want to read books, such as Disqualification in the World, I have to face a problem-who is responsible for copying the books?

After thinking about it, I subconsciously rubbed my wrist.

If only I could see it, it would be obvious who would do it.

What a human tragedy!

Just thinking about it made me feel like crying.

Even if I dictate and someone else transcribes, it is still a huge amount of work.

I was about to gulp down the milk on hand and wake up for a while, when there was a bang, like a policeman breaking into a criminal's house, my door was knocked open, and a bunch of foreigners with guns broke in , Before I could see it clearly, a person who seemed to be the leader raised his gun directly at me.

With a shake of my hand, the cup in my hand slipped to the ground, rolled to the corner of the table and stopped.

When he pulled the trigger with a ferocious smile, I subconsciously touched my hand, and a faint light appeared on my body.

However, those bullets only entered the couch behind me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the hand covering the back of my hand again.

"Reo Kitano?"

The man bent down, leaned closer, and put the muzzle of the gun on my forehead.

"Yes?" I answered him while twitching my nose.

"Writer Zhuxi? Hong Kong black lock?" He asked again.

Now it's hard for me to answer. After all, it's not true. I feel guilty when I say it.

So I leaned back with a fearful expression on my face, and he followed me and lowered his body, bringing me closer.

"That's right." As if he didn't care about my answer, he acted like it was useless for me to deny it.

Although the brain is brainstorming crazily!Storm, my hand didn't stop. I took out the pen refill, rubbed it on his body silently, and then put it back in.

"Take it away." The man retracted his gun and turned around coldly, as if he wasn't worried that I would attack him.

I really don't attack him.Rather, I have no ability to attack anyone at all.

The people who seemed to be under him nodded and walked towards me. I looked at them and obediently opened their hands and raised them above their heads in a gesture of surrender.

With a clang, the pen in his hand fell heavily to the ground.

I immediately showed a distressed expression.

After all, it is quite expensive.

"I'll go with you."

Until I arrived at a factory warehouse, strapped to a chair and sitting in the middle, I was thinking about one thing.

These Italians also speak Japanese very well?

Isn't English the common language now?

Yes, I know these people are Italian, although they speak fluent and idiomatic Japanese.

This should be the group of people from the Mafia family attracted by Dostoevsky's news.

When they rushed in and were about to kill me without the first moment, I knew that they really believed that man's lies, and no matter what they wanted to use me for, they would probably be hit by Dostoye Fowski's trap.

"Jim, should we just wait for the situation to escalate?" The man's companion stood up and looked at Jim with gloomy eyes. It's hard for us to survive between Rufiore, if that lunatic Bai Lan..."

Prynne?I pretended not to care and listened carefully to the conversation of several people.

The man named Jim, who seemed to be the leader of these people, was sitting on the sidelines playing with his pistol, "Of course not."

He stood up and walked over to me, lifting my chin with his fingers.

"Tsk tsk, what a poor little girl." He said, with a strange light in his eyes.

Jim looked at this pale and thin person, and it was hard to imagine that the so-called Hong Kong gangster's weakness in the intelligence turned out to be her.No, it's better to say that the title of weakness is too vivid.

but! , How could a mafia organization have such obvious weaknesses?What a joke.

Jim scoffed at the so-called way of leading Hong Kong gangsters in intelligence.

What the mafia needs is the deterrence of absolute strength, and this was taught to him by Mirufiore himself.

So what is the identity of this girl?

Jim felt that he understood something, and smiled in a low voice, "Miss Kitano may be of greater use to us."

He raised his hand and fired a shot at a cargo box around him, which caused a huge echo in the open field, then blew on the muzzle of the gun, and lightly brushed the girl's shoulder with the tip of the gun, finally fixed her eyes.

He lowered his eyelashes, looked down at the girl condescendingly, and his voice suddenly softened, "Beautiful lady, you don't want to let your brain explode like that, do you?"

"Be good," Jim coaxed, "Tell me all the information you know about Hong Kong gangsters. I can give you what Mori Ogai can give you."

Something seems not quite right.

Jim thought, frowning.

Is she a little too calm?

The ominous premonition in his heart prompted him to become irritable, so he reached out and grabbed the girl's hair, and forced her to expose her fragile neck.

"It seems that Miss Kitano is not satisfied with my attitude," Jim showed a malicious smile, "Want to experience the torture methods of our Italian Mafia?"

While talking, he lowered his voice again, "Don't worry, no one will disturb us, we can have a good time."

……

…………

"Ah."

what?

Jim was stunned, and just so abruptly met the girl's gaze, he subconsciously let go of his movements.

Losing control of her hair being caught, the girl slowly straightened her neck, tilted her head and looked at him with a half-smile.

how come……

Jim's brain suddenly sounded an alarm crazily, obviously at this moment!This weak and outrageous person was still firmly tied to the chair, but Jim still felt the danger.

This is ridiculous, even if she is allowed to move freely, even if the gun is handed over to the man, Jim has absolute confidence that the girl will not hurt a hair.

However, the sixth sense that had saved his life in countless crises was still telling him one thing—leave here, leave her side.

"Hey," the girl sighed helplessly, "I wanted to chat with you more."

"But you hurt me."

I really hurt.A woman's hair really can't be pulled casually, it may make her fall into a manic state.

Especially for a woman like me who often worries about her baldness.

In my mind, the conversations of the few people just now flashed one by one, and my eyes swept over the few people standing in a circle.Everyone gave different reactions to Jim's retreat, some were gloating, some were confused, and some subconsciously looked at the people around them.

It feels like it should be possible to delay the time until Osamu Dazai and the others come.I thought uncertainly.

Seriously looking at Jim who suddenly became vigilant for some reason, I smiled gently, "I heard that you seem to be living very hard."

"That's right, after all, there is an existence like Mirufiore." I said angrily, "That kind of guy just doesn't know where he got his shit luck!"

The faces of the people around were faintly tinged with anger, and under the anger was an uncontrollable envy.

I don't know how many people hope that the person who is lucky with shit is themselves.

Ignoring their reactions, I sincerely put forward my suggestion, "I have some ideas about your question."

"It is definitely a suggestion that can free everyone from the pain of being bullied."

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Jim chose to believe the facts he saw with his own eyes. He looked at the girl who was trying to make circles with him, put down his gun, and looked at her with interest, "Oh? Do you have any suggestions?"

He didn't think this person could say anything!But as a sideshow before the main course, you can still listen to it.

Consider it a remedy.He thought casually.

Finding that Jim was really willing to listen to my ideas, I widened my eyes in surprise and smiled even more happily.

"Hey, listen to me..."

……

Several screeches of brakes sounded in this peaceful warehouse area.

Several black cars stopped nearby one after another.Almost as soon as they entered this range, several people heard continuous gunshots, and their hearts tightened immediately.

When the car stopped and a few people opened the door and rushed to the warehouse door, the intensive gunfire had stopped.

Cold sweat dripped down Sakaguchi Ango's forehead, "Teacher, she...wouldn't..."

"What nonsense!" Zhong Yuan turned his head and roared.

Ango Sakaguchi is also unwilling to believe this, Mr. Takenishi... No, Reo Kitano is also his important friend.

Emotionally it was absolutely unacceptable to her death.

But, if it does happen, it might not be a decidedly bad thing anyway.

After all, this person is too uncontrollable.

Even if he thought so, Ango Sakaguchi still didn't feel the truth.

Did that teacher really die so easily?Is such a thing possible?

Osamu Dazai stared at the door with gloomy eyes, "In any case, you have to see it to know."

As soon as the words fell, Zhongyuan Zhong also directly lifted his foot covered with gravity ability and kicked towards the door.

boom--

The heavy iron door fell down, bringing up a large cloud of dust, making it difficult for people to see clearly the situation inside.

Covering his nose with his hands, Zhong Yuanzhong also shouted, "Ling Yang!"

When the smoke dissipated, Ranpo Edogawa and Poe who had just rushed over also saw the scene inside.

"Ah, this is really—an unexpected scene." Edogawa Ranpo sighed with unknown meaning.

Through the gaps between the frozen bodies of the three people in front, that hell-like scene was clearly reflected in Edogawa Ranpo's pupils.