In order to survive, I do many jobs

Lucy Maude Montgomery, a young girl who loves fairy tales and fantasy.Although he was born in an orphanage with a harsh environment and survived all the way through stumbles, his heart is still full of beautiful illusions about pure human nature, and he firmly believes that there is true love in the world.

It wasn't until today that she discovered that the world of adults is so complicated that they don't follow the rules at all.

"What did you say? Teacher teacher teacher... teacher wife?" Lucy stammered, the fierce red-haired Annie was still in mid-air, the face of the doll was covered with question marks, and the air suddenly froze.

"Well, yes." I nodded calmly, my eyes full of calm and serenity.I kindly looked at the newly-promoted [-]-year-old in front of me, as if I was looking at a chick that had just hatched, shaking and chirping and waving its little wings at me.

"But aren't you the boss' goddaughter?" Lucy looked at me vigilantly, "Are you trying to trick me into letting you go out to inform me? I won't be fooled!"

"No, if I want to lie to you, you will lose all your underwear, so you won't have a chance to confront me." I looked at her lovingly.

Dun-jun's relationship with the opposite sex is surprisingly good, obviously he is still a child, and currently there are two outstanding women who are jealous of him, and they are quite like his master.I heard that Akutagawa also has a lady who fell in love with him at first sight. This child is promising, and he is worthy of teaching his mentor.

Although Lucy looks fierce, she is a girl with a soft heart. I really appreciate the character of standing up for the one I love.She is also a member of the Erwuzi big family. It has been a long time since I saw such a young Erwuzi. Surrounded by old fried dough sticks and film kings, I was very moved. Out of the sense of responsibility of the seniors, I decided to help her.

I made a comforting gesture to Lucy and reminded her, "Let's not talk about that—I heard a lot of little guys' voices, did you bring something you shouldn't bring into your supernatural space?"

"...What?" Lucy patted her pocket in confusion, "There is nothing... What is this? A seed?"

She took out a few inconspicuous small black grains from the corner of her pocket, and rubbed them twice in the palm of her hand.

"It's a grape seed." I carefully rubbed the swollen bump on my forehead, and my desire to go back to my room to sleep overwhelmed my desire to teach the little girl a small class on personal safety and prevention of Stoka, "Don't put Others are fools, your ability space is so easy to hide, it is impossible for the guild not to prepare in advance."

We are a villain organization, please be a little self-conscious about being betrayed and killed, don't the newcomers now know the truth of being cautious?There is still a long way to go on your Erwuzi practice journey.

"I'm really going to sleep. The matter between you and Dunjun has nothing to do with me. I'll pretend I didn't see anything." I yawned and rubbed my eyes, "If you're caught, confess me It's useless, I have more ways to get out."

The biggest advantage of having enough part-time jobs is that I am not afraid of unemployment. All over the world are my warm homes.

Why did she speak in such a reassuring tone... Shouldn't the two of them be cautious and huddle together to keep warm?What is her background?Lucy watched in confusion as the girl in front of her opened the door to leave Anne's room. The red-haired doll unconsciously shook her fist, but in the end she didn't make a sneak attack.

"It's been delayed enough, that guy should have escaped smoothly, right?" Lucy bit her lip, squatted on the ground and hugged her knees, Annie sat down next to her, the warm puppet body brought a reliable sense of security .

"Damn it! I lost!" Mark Twain ruffled his short orange hair, and Huck and Tom, the supernatural beings, flew around the master like guardian sweethearts. Skull hurts.

"How could someone have arranged smoke with metal fragments at the place where the gerboy landed in advance?" Mark couldn't figure it out, who secretly read the script?That person also deliberately made the smoke into the form of an easter egg, mocking his face naked.

"Miss Anhe?" The carefree young man raised his hand to greet me, "Oh, the dark circles under your eyes are so scary! What's wrong with your forehead? Did it hit the wall?"

"It's a long story..." I said painfully, and looked up at him, "Body gerboy? What are you guys doing these days when I'm in retreat?"

"It's not a big deal." Mark Twain told me lightly about the chaos in Yokohama caused by the guild using the port mafia's mind control system superhuman q.

"On Yokohama's Near Destruction Again"

"If the will of the city is conscious, its first words after waking up will definitely be: "Humans, gunna!!""

There are no difficulties that can stop the strong Yokohama citizens. The folks and folks have never seen any big scenes. Isn’t it just walking on the road and suddenly turning into brother Sadako and sister Kayako with bloody eyes? There is always more in life A different kind of experience, enrich your own experience.

According to the information they revealed... Atsushi Nakajima should have brought Q's ghost doll to find the human disqualification just now, and the spray of metal fragments arranged as easter eggs was obviously handwritten by Osamu Dazai. The situation is in your hands.

"Is Q still in our hands?" I asked abruptly.He is not in Beluga, if I were in Beluga, I would just let him go. When I think of the wound on the child's arm that was cut by a blade when he activated the ability, even if Q's nature is extremely bad, I can't help but feel sad .

High-risk mind-controlling supernatural powers, once they lose the freedom of self-control, will only be used as inhuman combat weapons.

That's why it is necessary to become as strong as possible, accumulate chips one after another, and fight for a bright future for yourself.

"That's right, Miss Louisa's new battle plan, Putao and Lovecraft are guarding there." Mark stretched his waist, "It's absolutely no problem, it will wipe out the armed detective agencies that have thrown themselves into the net!"

Luisa's battle plan... is really as thick as a book. I was lucky enough to glance at it, and the dense words are piled up together. The details are quite detailed, but I feel dizzy.

If you want to recapture q, Osamu Dazai must be there, but q is a member of Hong Kong gangsters, so it is impossible for the detective agency to work for nothing, and Hong Kong gangsters are the main contributors, so the person who will appear on the stage should be...

Double Black, the worst duo in the Mafia.

"Express my sincere regards to John and Lovecraft." I patted Mark on the shoulder sadly. "I will remember their bravery and sacrifice."

Mark Twain: "Huh?"

Teenagers from the United States do not understand the slang of our Yokohama natives.In the days of Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, it was a luxury for any enemy to see the two blacks dispatched at the same time, except to place an order immediately in a scenic spot.

Absolutely desperate forces, nothing more than that.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm applying for a trip to the white whale." I knocked on the door of the boss's office, and Fitzgerald was standing outside the window looking at the whole of Yokohama. Working out a new project with Poe? Finished?"

"Basically, he can do the rest of the finishing work alone." Mr. Po was suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder and was desperately revising his reasoning, so Mr. Ranpo must have a novel reasoning experience.I have already been dragged by him to watch no less than five versions of revised works, and if I read any more, I will be allergic.

Can you feel the pain of being forced to be thrown into one supernatural space after another to chat and laugh with murderers?I used to be worried about not being able to get Kudo's new line, but now I have vomited the phrase "there is only one truth".

I can’t imagine how hard Kudo’s heart is when he repeats the same famous line every day for 360 days a year. I was ignorant at the beginning. When I see him again, I must say these six words to him: “Comrade, You have worked hard."

"The parachute is at the logistics department..." Fitzgerald hesitated, "Qianye, you, go to the infirmary and apply some medicine first."

"?" I reached out and touched the big bag on my forehead in a daze, and found that it was right in the middle of my forehead.

—very, very much like, a little horn breaking its shell.

I have horns on my head and a tail behind me. No one knows how many little secrets I have... Stop singing, where is Atsushi Nakajima? From today onwards, I will take over his three meals. I don’t believe it His bones can still be so human under the same feeding method as I feed pigs.

I took my horn to the infirmary and applied some iodine, it was very good, it was red and purple, it was not a horn, it was a mutated horn.

I held the small mirror far away, closed my eyes tightly, and secretly squinted a slit to look at myself: the purple iodine on my pale skin was very conspicuous, looking like a sealed demon in the Bible.I'm not sure if I'm going to put a black stocking on my head, sych bank robber, to cover up my gaffe.

Forget it, if the police patrolling the street saw a stealthy attempted robbery and alarmed the police today, and because they couldn't catch me, they judged that it was a supernatural person who 'committed the crime' and notified the hound. Send a wild chrysanthemum to catch dangerous elements, and my reputation will be completely ruined.

Can't!Anyone can laugh at me, except Tiao Ye Caiju!

I thought about it and thought about it, but I still felt that it was fine to just go out in such an upright manner, bullying Ye Caiju is a blind man, as long as he can't see me, no one in Yokohama can compete with me in terms of ridicule.

With a big heart, I fell from the sky, and the wind sent me in the predetermined direction.

The sky-fall-thing-thing, hey, it landed perfectly!I waved my parachute and made a chic appearance.

"Papa papa!" My little brother gave them applause with dignity. This should have been a perfect appearance, and it would have been more perfect if it hadn't been mixed with the roar of "blood words!"

"Devil! Let me, the servant of God, come to purify you—Miss Anhe?" Half of the blood seeped out and was forced to stay in the air. Hawthorne, who was standing not far away, was still hesitating while holding his newly bought Bible. Looking at me anxiously, "Are you possessed by a demon?" There is no holy water in the nearby church. Can Taoist yellow talismans drive away evil spirits?

Playing ball, I forgot that there is a couple with medieval style painting here. Modern people who believe in science understand what force is called, but holy monks with a single-minded mind do not.

What Taoist yellow talisman do you want? I am a professional in metaphysics. If you can't smell such a strong smell of iodine, you deserve to be fooled by Fei Jia so that you can't find it.

Things really went as I expected. Before my cat and dog team found Hawthorne and Margaret, Fyodor, who was waiting for an opportunity, really set his sights on this poor, deceitful and honest priest, and was trying to hook up with him. The other party gave him a white job.

Silly boy, if Fei Jia has people with supernatural abilities in the healing department, why would he hide behind the scenes and make calculations, even daring to play with fire for a little while and run away, knowing the essence of "dog"?

As for you, you, a religious person like you, Fei Jia, can be fooled.Although Fyodor is a big black-hearted hamster, my impression of him has always been "the magical code farmer who is not bald", but in the eyes of most people, his image is almost sacred.

The pure white color, the peaceful eyes with pity, the elegant and classic cello playing under the pale fingertips, breathing is a sin, language is a sin, where is the punishment given by God?

In short, Fei Jia is a very bluffing guy, especially for those who don't understand his black heart, he is easily led into a pit, and even the nerves in his brain are dug out for him.

If it weren't for the stray cats nearby who were fighting so powerfully, chirping, chirping, scratching his cloak a few times, blowing furiously, and threatening "I will send you a tetanus and rabies vaccine if you don't leave", Hawthorne would have almost Just leave with people.

I realized that cats and cats are the gods who rule the world, please be sure to accept the luxury cat canned tuna presented by me.

"Is Margaret okay?" I glanced at the guards standing nearby with a cold expression. They were wearing standard uniforms, with guns in their waists, and looked alertly at every corner that might be attacked by the enemy. The muscles are tense, ready to lift the gun at any time.

Who would have thought that these old men would go fishing in Hokkaido collectively when they had no missions, and would be proud of who could catch the biggest and fattest mackerel, and would bring their pony horses to the nearby fish market to sell, and Where are the experienced grandpas and aunts bargaining?

In our worship of mackerel fish, what everyone admires the most is not the killer spider classmate of the organization, but the person who wins the first place in every fishing competition. This is not just a war between mackerel fish, it is a battle for the dignity of men !

Regarding how my organization went astray from a mafia organization all the way to the fish market bully crew, as the leader, I really want to reprimand them righteously, but the mackerel is really too fragrant, woo woo woo delicious, One more.

"Margaret's vital signs have stabilized for the time being, but if she wants to wake up, current medical methods cannot do it." Hawthorne covered the sleeping Margaret with a quilt.In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight. I handed over a greasy mackerel, but he just waved his hand, indicating that he had no appetite.

"The Armed Detective Agency has a very powerful female doctor who can save her." I lowered my head and took a bite of the fish. "But now the guild is fighting with them. Since Margaret's condition is still stable, we can take a long-term plan."

Hawthorne also understood this. He sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, clutching his silver cross tightly in his hand, "The evil dog of Hong Kong and black...do you know him?"

"Akutagawa? I'm an old acquaintance." I looked up at him, "Why? Feeling unwilling and want revenge?"

"He was seriously injured," Hawthorne pinched the sharp end of the cross. "Normal people don't even have the strength to move with such injuries, but he still came, and even seriously injured Margaret and me."

"Although saying e may shock you a bit, it's actually Akutagawa's fundamentals." I rested my chin on one hand, "He is such a person, always fighting at the forefront, with a terribly stubborn head, and very stubborn."

"Akutagawa has always wanted someone's approval, and he doesn't care even if he does something extreme. But in fact, I think Mr. Dazai has already approved him." I threw the grilled fish sticks aside and wiped my hands with a paper towel. In this city, everyone is struggling to find a reason to live. Come with arrogance, but you will be beaten to shame."

"Do you think the guild will lose?" Hawthorne asked.

"This is an inevitable event." I sighed with a smile, "I sympathize with Zelda, and understand Mr. Fitzgerald's wish to revive his daughter, but books should not be things that are swayed by selfish desires."

"If writing a sentence or two on a certain piece of paper can erase other people's day and night efforts and struggles, this kind of world is definitely not the happiness they imagined, and they may fall into deeper despair." I stared at myself White fingers, "Resurrection... how can there be something that can be accomplished without a price in a wish letter? Even if good luck is favored by fate, you have to walk the most difficult path in order to pay the price."

"In this world, who is not living desperately? Fighting for their own ideals, even if there is nothing in front of them, they will never turn back-I don't deny Mr. Fitzgerald's wishes, so this time I didn't interfere with either side .”

"Are you from the Armed Detective Agency?" Hawthorne asked me. "Or the Port Mafia? Judging from your tone, you seem to be familiar with them."

"Haha, wrong answer." I made a big X. According to Hawthorne's knowledge, there are only three organizations in Yokohama. With the probability of choosing one of the three, he perfectly avoided the correct answer.

"I am the Supernatural Special Agent Division. Guide's entry application this time was sent back to Yokohama after I stamped it before." I bent down with a smile, "As a result, you turned Yokohama upside down, and I will definitely be severely punished by Mr. Ango." Seriously preach.” Even so, the guild’s procedures and documents are complete, and a lot of connections have been made with money. If I don’t approve it, other officials will approve it. It’s okay.

"Is your answer not wrong?" I tilted my head, "I used to be from Hong Kong and black, and then I changed jobs with my boss."

"Where are these people? They aren't from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, are they?" Hawthorne gestured to the guards next to him with his eyes.

As soon as the public officials come up, they will sell how fresh the fish they caught today. Brother, do you want to get one while it’s hot? You’re welcome, old brother, to protect you?Don't lie to him, he is not stupid.

"They are my little brothers." I said lazily with my head propped up. "The main business is takeaway and express delivery. They play guest roles as the little bully in the fish market. Occasionally, they engage in mafia business outside of their normal business. It is probably such an organization."

Indeed, it is as casual and devilish as your painting style, Hawthorne complained silently in his heart.He didn't realize at all that he was a devout believer, and all the whispers when he was meditating were for God's believers, and now he also started his career of complaining.

But anyone who meets me cannot escape the magic of cross talk after all, and there is no facial paralysis that I can't cure in Japan.

Parents, are you still worried about your child's facial nerve necrosis by pretending to be deep every day in the second stage of middle school?As long as 998, a course of treatment is effective once, no money is not required, free delivery, free delivery for everything!What are you waiting for, call us now!

"Margaret's treatment won't end for a while, and I can't afford the huge medical expenses for the time being, so," Hawthorne paused, "do you still need someone?"

"?" I raised my head suddenly, my eyes were full of disbelief, and I quickly moved my pony back two steps, with a vigilant expression on my face, "What do you mean? Are you going to sell yourself to me? I have a family People! Raising a goblin has sucked all my energy, I can introduce you to other rich women and sisters, don't hurt me!"

You have no idea how much my cat can eat flying vinegar. The power of messing around is equal to a row of corn cannons. I can't stand it, really can't stand it, you can't hurt me.

"...you should let God purify your filthy thoughts." Hawthorne closed his eyes forbearance, resisting the urge to hit me, "What I mean is, your organization is full of people, and I can do things for you .”

"It turned out to be a job search, you didn't say it earlier." I was relieved, and the villain complained first and beat him up, "It's obvious that your words are ambiguous, so how can you rely on me? No, my little brothers just need a priest to purify them A brain corroded by mackerel."

I cleared my throat and stretched out my right hand, "From now on I will be your boss, don't call me Dawang, please call me by my stage name 'Top Chef Cooking Mackerel'. Every member of our worship There is a sacred stage name, and your share will not be lost, um... decided, air-dried mackerel! Please remember this great code name that will accompany you all your life!"

Hawthorne: "...I'm sorry I changed my mind. I think it's good to do things for that kind Russian. If you are brainwashed, you will be brainwashed. At least my personality is still there. If I follow you, my ego and integrity will be destroyed. It will all crumble to pieces."

"Hey—you actually despise my perfect name?" I leaned back tactically, my face full of hatred, "People must learn to see the essence through appearances! How can you pay so much attention to things outside of you, hurry up, eat this mackerel , express your heart of repentance to the mackerel god!"

Hawthorne was stuffed with an oily mackerel by me. Respect for food made him resist the urge to throw the grilled fish in my face, and took a big bite of the fish.

"...It's quite delicious." He took another bite and couldn't help making a really delicious sound.

"Hey, Dazai, it's been from the beginning, what are you shaking?" Nakahara Nakahara also carried the sleeping Q on his back, and couldn't help but ask Dazai who was standing next to him with his arms crossed and feeling chills from time to time, suspecting another conspiracy by this person .

"I don't know..." Osamu Dazai's teeth chattered, "I feel like someone is cursing me."

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh?"

The author has something to say: Zai: Don’t guess, it must be Qianye’s good deed

Chuya: You also have today hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha