In order to survive, I do many jobs

In the Armed Detective Agency, except for Osamu Dazai, who is fishing for a date, all members are present. They sit around a simple conference table, which is full of piles of information papers, and the blue light of the projector is printed on each individual face.

"Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin, Russian, wanted criminal, superhuman ability [Feast of the Plague], the current hiding place is unknown." Kunikida Doppo projected a personal photo on the screen, "According to our search According to the information obtained, his basic information is as follows."

The next page of PPT was shown on the screen, and the good boy Atsushi Nakajima hurriedly took notes, like a college student who marked the key points before the exam.

"We have two problems now," the former math teacher raised the pointer and slapped it on the screen, showing the teacher's majesty, "The first is his hiding place. Mr. Ranpo is still analyzing the information further. Second, the information on the screen comes from Mr. Ranpo's reasoning, but Ms. Anhe clearly stated that Pushkin may not look like this."

The original words of An and Qianye are from this Yazi: "Although I have never seen Pushkin's face - you know, Russia is so cold and everyone wraps up in rice dumplings to go out, who would foolishly show your face to you, not afraid of a mouth Northwest Feng snorted—but I'm sure he should be a Michelin tire man, the man in the photo is so thin, he doesn't look like a fat house."

"But we don't rule out the reason why he has diarrhea and weight loss due to the unacceptable environment." Kunikida Doppo said with a rigorous scientific heart, "Because of the prevalence of PS technology, it is normal for the photos to not match the real ones. Ms. Anhe said she had to wait to see Real people can judge accurately."

Because of An and Qianye's warning in advance, no one in the detective agency was injured, and everyone's emotions were very calm. They held a meeting while pouring coffee down their throats, and reached a perfect synchronization with the Hong Kong gangsters in the 996 next door for the first time.

Fyodor really deserves to be the top player among unscrupulous bosses. He not only squeezed 996 employees by himself, but also indirectly prompted his competitors to imitate him to squeeze 996 employees together, causing the whole of Yokohama to follow him. Finally, the terrifying phenomenon of baldness is reached!

As expected of him, a super high school-level conspirator, do you think his goal is just the [book]?Naively, the demon Fyodor wants to destroy the self-esteem of all Yokohama people, let the baldness virus spread to the whole world, and realize his ambition of ruling the world!

This child is so terrifying, he must not stay for a long time, he must get rid of this serious worry quickly.

"Atsushi, you and I search this family together." Kunikida pushed his eyes, "Let's rule out one option first, so that we can slowly catch the mouse's tail."

"Wait, Kunikida." Putting on his glasses, Edogawa Ranpo pondered for a moment, "I am very confident in my reasoning, but Anhe convinced me. The enemy actually used my reasoning ability... This is probably A trap."

"You invite her to go with you, and bring Dazai back to work by the way." Edogawa Ranpo took a bite of the delicious bar, and said angrily, "All detectives are working hard, why does that guy Dazai skip work to go on a date?" ! Catch him back!"

In the park, Osamu Dazai, who was eating the ice cream in Qianye's hand while he was not paying attention, shuddered inexplicably.

"Who's scheming against me?" He muttered, lowered his head and took a bite of the mint-flavored ice cream covered with strawberry berries, and was froze.

"My ice cream!" I came back to my senses, dissatisfied with akimbo, "Who was the one who said he would not eat ice cream just now? Who is the one who came here to steal it now? Is Mr. Dazai such a duplicity?"

"But the ice cream in Qianye's hands is delicious." Dazai Zhizhi said confidently, "I want to have another bite."

"Mr. Dazai!" I hurriedly withdrew my hand and fought wits and courage with Dazai Osamu to defend the ice cream. The two of them wandered around a street lamp.

"It's all melted...can I go buy you one?" I looked at the ice cream that started to melt before taking two bites. The light blue liquid flowed down my finger, and it was about to drip on the ice cream. on my arm.

Osamu Dazai grabbed my wrist naturally, lowered his head to lick off the sweet and greasy ice cream liquid, he looked at me innocently, "It's going to be melted, Qianye eat it quickly."

Don't act innocent, whose fault it is all about.I took a big mouthful of ice cream water angrily, and suddenly remembered something, and handed him the phone with some kind of schadenfreude.

"Detective Boy wants Mr. Dazai to go back to work." I said with a smile, "I will also act as a foreign aid with Mr. Atsushi and Mr. Kunikida. Good luck."

Work overtime boy, everyone is in the community, there is no reason for you to be the only one.

Osamu Dazai puffed out his cheeks a little reluctantly, lowered his head and pecked my lips, "Well, I really worked hard, and didn't I hand in my monthly salary card properly? What does Qianye want? Are you talking to me like you would talk to a vagrant?"

"I'm assuming that your salary is enough for you to buy clothes and mobile phones that are scrapped due to flooding, and enough for you to lose your wallet every now and then." I said softly, "When will Mr. Dazai be able to pay the credit at the bar by himself? Let me say this—using Kunikida-san and Chuya-san’s cards doesn’t count.”

Osamu Dazai was silent for half a second. For some reason, he thought of the life insurance strongly recommended by the lady in the coffee shop downstairs. He silently raised his hands in surrender, and returned to the embrace of the detective agency working overtime with such a useless determination that he could not die.

As for me, I can take a vacation today, but they have to work overtime with them.Fei Jia, don't let me catch you. When you fall into my hands, I will pluck your hair out.

"It's a trap to understand... That's right, Fei Jia is as cunning and difficult to catch as a mouse. Even if there is a little bit of clues, you have to try it yourself." I drove Mr. Kunikida on a motorcycle and drove past on the highway.

Mr. Kunikida was frightened by my superb retrograde technique, and his face turned pale. His hands were firmly grasping the armrest of the rear seat, and he dared not let go at all.Nakajima Atsushi turned into a half-tiger and kept up with my superb speed. Sure enough, four legs are faster than two wheels. The rickshaw is really strong.

"What do Ms. Anhe think the devil prepared for us?" Kunikida Doppo tried to find a topic to enliven the atmosphere in order to divert the fear of retrograde traffic and the idea of ​​condemning me for violating traffic rules.

"Fei Jia...Mr. Kunikida can think of him as Mr. Dazai. What you think and your actions must be in his expectation. Don't think that he will be negligent." I pulled off the helmet. He squinted his eyes in the strong wind, "Except for my appearance, he can't be sure. The arrival of Kunikida-kun and Atsu-kun is probably within his budget."

"Why didn't the devil expect Miss Anhe's appearance?" Atsushi Nakajima, who was running wildly with the locomotive, asked curiously.

"Well, because during the six months in Russia, Fei Jia has fully understood the unpredictability and unfathomableness of famous detectives." I said calmly, "After being tormented by my cross talk and ghost stories until midnight, I unplugged my network cable. , he no longer classifies me as a normal person.”

In the middle of the night in Russia, even the starry sky was too cold to stand out. This guy who was so afraid of the cold actually left his exclusive seat covered with warm babies in order to unplug my network cable, with a face that was tortured to the point of bruising Without hesitation, he pulled the switch of the safe house.

"If you continue to talk about cross talk in the middle of the night, I will die with you." Fei Jia said weakly and sullenly, "It's the same for telling ghost stories. If I can't sleep, I can borrow you an iron wrench to knock myself out."

His eyes were full of despair as he said he was going to knock me out. He must have exhausted his brain cells and couldn’t think about why I would tell some creepy ghost stories about being immersed in icy water in Russian winter—of course , he can't appreciate my super-class cross talk level.There is someone in this world who doesn't like cold jokes, there must be something wrong with him!

No one can guess what's going on in my clever little head, neither Osamu Dazai nor Fei Jia.Mortals, you can only tremble in the realm of this master, struggle, howl, fear, and lower your heads amidst the music of "Conquer".

"Is this something to be proud of..." Kunikida Doppo felt for the first time that An and Qianye and Osamu Dazai were a natural match, at least in terms of making people puzzled, they really have a good relationship Husband and wife.

Back to the topic, "To sum up, Mr. Kunikida or Atsushi, whose weakness is more obvious?" I stopped the motorcycle with a squeak, and the tires of the motorcycle drew a dazzling white mark on the concrete floor, and my right leg slanted Leaning on the ground, I snapped my fingers, "The answer is Kunikida-kun, it's clear at a glance."

"Huh?" Atsushi Nakajima pointed to himself in surprise and doubt, "I think Mr. Kunikida is very good! But I might hold everyone back..."

"It's not like that, Dun-jun." I smiled with my eyes bent, "My words belong to the chaotic good camp. Although I will save people within my ability, I don't mind killing people, and I don't mind others dying in front of me." .”

"Although Dun-kun is also very kind, Mr. Kunikida is the only one among us who insists on the concept of 'absolutely not allowing anyone to die in front of you'?" I threw the helmet in my hand, "If I were Fei Jia, I probably I will design a situation where Mr. Kunikida personally sees someone dying in front of him but is helpless, and the person who died will probably be the kind of person Mr. Kunikida sympathizes with the most, after all, your guilt and despair will be stronger in this way."

I thought for two seconds under Kunikida Dubu's eyes that were sinking like water, "A young girl has never done anything evil, and because she wants to protect something, she listens to the words of the bad guys and pays her life - such a child dies in the country. In front of Mr. Kida, it should be a big blow to you."

It's not just a blow, it's a complete murder.This is the style of Fyodor the Demon, never showing mercy or morality.

"Don't worry," I pointed at him with both hands, and interrupted the calm atmosphere with a smile, "I'm here, and I won't let him get what he wants."

"Let's go." Kunikida Doppo regained his usual composure. He glanced gravely at the road to the sewer, "We will definitely catch that mouse."

The melodious sound of the cello echoed in the empty room, and the stained windows based on dark purple cast a rotten shadow in the sunlight. Fyodor pulled the strings slowly and looked intently at the cello under his hands.

"Did you tie me here just to listen to you play the piano?" Gui, who was tied to the chair, struggled twice and looked at Fyodor angrily.

"Do you like this piece?" Fyodor asked, not looking up at the laurel, concentrating on untying the notes one by one. "It's the easiest piece I've ever taught her, so she like the most."

"It's strange, isn't it? It's not based on the music itself or the emotions contained in the music. It's just because it's simple, and she can play it smoothly, and she's happy." Fyodor slowly ended the music, "Accidentally a pragmatist."

"Who is the 'she' you are talking about?" Gui snorted coldly, "Is it your accomplice?"

"Accomplices... don't count," Fyodor said softly, "I feel that I have been instilled with some false memories, but I can't escape from this trust. It's like a drowning person struggling to catch Can't live with that black shadow by the lake."

"You talk like a magic stick." Gui mocked, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Is that so, in a nutshell: She's my best friend, I trust her more than anyone else - my memory, my sensibilities, my mind tell me so, but it's just not possible .” Fyodor stared at his pale palm, “It’s a supernatural power.”

"The most frightening thing is that I clearly guessed that it was the effect of supernatural powers, but I couldn't get rid of it at all. Even the thought of getting rid of it would quickly dissipate after floating." He sighed, "I have met a strong enemy, and even this This time's plan was exposed in her eyes from the very beginning."

How scary, An and Qianye.

"I originally wanted to give the Armed Detective Agency a small gift, that's why I brought you here, but it seems that I don't need it now." Fyodor stood up, "The brainwashing of words can't compare to the effect of supernatural powers, I just want to make one last confirmation."

"I can almost guess what her ability is," he lowered his eyes. "Although I feel that I will lose, I should work harder." Left and right, it wasn't him who was pushed onto the chessboard to act as a pawn.

It is still safest to find a way to contact the smuggling ship now.

"Huluhulumao, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my sister will take you to find my brother." I messed up the little girl's hair, took off the hand-rays hanging around her neck one by one, and threw them into the "Done Step Yinke" conjured up. In an explosion-proof box.

"Why did she overreact when I took out the ledger?" Kunikida Doppo wrote a baby bear on the paper, and made a bear doll for the little girl to hug.

"Probably Fei Jia told her that taking out the ledger means that you are going to attack her." I took out candy from my pocket and gave it to the little girl who stood obediently and let me make trouble. Made a lot of money in the Guild fight."

Tsk, that's too much my friend, how can you lick the bag like this, and almost emptied the cheese in the warehouse.

"It's really disgusting, Fyodor the Demon." Kunikida Doppo clenched his fists tightly, suppressing his anger between his teeth.

I glanced at him and tossed the refreshing mints into my mouth.

Many children have been adopted, families living in poverty, younger brothers and sisters who are willing to sacrifice their lives for their elder brothers and take up knives and guns, and elder brothers who have fled with their lives...Human nature is so fragile in the face of disasters. In their eyes, the detective agency that broke their peaceful life It is the "evil" side, and Fedya may still be a "good Russian" in the eyes of this brother.

Fei Jia only had a face that matched the word "good heart". Under the little white flower's appearance was the heart of a black widow.

"Dun Jun should have found the guy who ran away?" I patted the little girl's head with two crunches, and I patted the little girl's head, "Let's go, let's go and see if your brother is the one we are looking for. "

"If so, are you going to take brother away?" The little girl asked anxiously, grabbing the corner of my clothes.

"How come?" I smiled and patted her head, "Whether your brother is the person we are looking for or not, illegal possession of a gun will get you into the police. And you, when you are in elementary school Right? Dropping out of school is not allowed, as the hope of the country's future, please obediently accept the teacher's teachings of love."

The little girl was dizzy from my long talk, and I kindly added, "Your brother also has to study hard to take the adult college entrance examination. Don't think that you can stop studying because you are in a game. You must know that you can't learn everywhere. If you only have one breath, you will die in the new function formula."

"Let me go!" By the small river, the man firmly pressed to the ground by the tiger's claws struggled in vain, like a belly-turned mackerel, unable to escape the feline's control.

"Miss Anhe, Mr. Kunikida!" Hearing the sound of footsteps, Atsushi Nakajima relaxed his strength slightly so that his subordinates could raise their heads, "Is it him? That person with the plague ability?"

I paced over, looked up, down, left, right, and left with my hands behind my back, and shook my head regretfully, "The fat man is not so thin, pass."

The person who was pressed down by Dun Jun with one hand was thinner than a bamboo pole, and he looked like he was not a Michelin tire man whom I met once in Russia.Of course, the most obvious thing is that this person has a typical Japanese face, not a Russian style.

"Is it really a smoke-mist-bomb? Damn it!" Kunikida gritted his teeth, "It is absolutely unforgivable to let an innocent child lose his life just for a trial!"

I nodded in agreement, that's right, Fei Jia's move caused public outrage, as the Sailor Moon of Love and Peace, I decided to notify the Supernatural Secret Service to replace his prison meal with canned herring and put him in a cell without a replacement. In the cell of the air device.

Killing people without seeing blood is a method that the top villains have played so well. I don't even bother to use physical methods to torture prey. If I want to use chemical methods.

Welcome to the small science lecture hall in this issue, please invite our experimental mouse Mr. Fyodor.

Whether it's a singing chipmunk or a screaming groundhog, any guinea pig is a good mouse.

"Pushkin is not here, but he must have started his own actions." I looked down at the sparkling river, "Time waits for no one. Those who want the most will be involved in the 'co-eat'. In the bustling areas, we search separately, and if we can’t catch Pushkin, we must first find the people who were forced to kill each other.”

The two people touched by [Plague Feast] will form two "curse seals", one blue and one red, and the seal can only be lifted with the death of one party as the antidote.

Just like all the "chosen people" in shounen manga, in Japan, a country with the soul of the second child, the communication between people pays special attention to fate-whether it is a good relationship or a bad relationship.

Therefore, Pushkin's large-scale co-phagia plan can actually be replaced with a more elegant name: The Queen Mother's Misunderstanding Yokohama.

In a bustling business district in Yokohama, Pushkin, who was wearing a thick Michelin tire suit and was out of tune with the surrounding people, put on a furry hood, walked on the unsurveilled street with his hands in his pockets, and looked around from time to time.

Although the devil gave him the order to spread as many plagues as possible, Pushkin is a man with backbone and pursuit, and he cannot give up his soul for money.What's more, Fyodor still owes him his salary, and he doesn't know if he can get his hard-earned money during the Chinese New Year this year.

Pushkin sighed with difficulty, trying to straighten his back that was crushed by life.Now that the economy is in a downturn, it is really difficult to find a reliable job. If it is not because of lack of money, who would leave their hometown to work in Yokohama?

"I heard that Fyodor used to have a girl from Japan who went to Russia to work. She is probably a poor person with no money like me." Pushkin shook his head, "I also heard that the half-year internship period has passed. Fyodor didn’t give her a single salary, and didn’t allow her to become a full-time employee, so she left in a rage and quit. Alas, I didn’t get my salary, so I’ll have to press again this time.”

Who wants to be a freelancer, and the word "dream" is purely deceptive. Pushkin is already a mature wage earner, and he will no longer be deceived by these daydreamers.

Thinking of this, Pushkin thought of his idiot colleague Ivan, who was a real idiot, not a fake idiot.

Ivan, a rebel who blatantly advocates the ideas of the feudal ruling class in a modern democratic society, and Fyodor's master and servant Py are so blind and shameless, a man who really gives for nothing, a penny Don't pay back the top Shaking M.

"Alas, in this abnormal world, I am the only normal person." Pushkin thought about it with satisfaction, and finally found his first pair of targets.

It was an elite white-collar worker in a suit and leather shoes walking out of a skyscraper. He had his hair combed back neatly, his tie was tied meticulously, every button of the inner lining was neatly aligned, and there was no wrinkle on the suit trousers. Knowing that he is a fuzzy and picky obsessive-compulsive cleanliness.

The other is a JK girl with a disciplinary committee label on her arm. She wears a pair of shiny and sharp gold-rimmed glasses, and her high ponytail contains the brilliance of the first grade wisdom. Every step she walks is like using a ruler. The measurements are so standard, and the brown leather shoes are as clean as new.

At first glance, there are two social elites, the type that Pushkin is most jealous of and least like.Pretending to be unintentional, he passed in front of the two of them, and the knife hidden between his fingers cut a small trace on their skin, and the virus instantly invaded the human body along with the blood.

Ability [Plague Epidemic Feast], eat together!

The blue and red curse marks emerged from the hearts of the two at the same time. The pain of the heart burst made them subconsciously turn their heads to look at each other. The heartbeat under the palm of the hand vibrated and buzzed in the ears, like thunder was deafening.

The two lines of sight merged into one beam in the air, and the man and woman who had never met before looked at each other.

Oops, it's a heart-wrenching feeling!

The author has something to say: Really? The feeling of heartbeat

Pushkin, the first matchmaker in Yokohama.