Social animals don't deserve love

"Sorry, I'm waiting for an email."

While rejecting Mr. Dazai’s invitation, he cleaned up the used kitchen utensils. After a while of jingling, the pot hung back on the wall, and the sink and countertop seemed to have never been used.

It's not good for him to keep monitoring on the window, I opened the door and nodded: "It won't affect your other work, I'm very quiet when I'm painting."

I understand why I am here. It is not a vacation or a material experience, but a real threat to my body and life.To the members of the Armed Detective Agency, I am only part of the work content, and it is difficult to have other intersections after the police are arrested.

— After all, I’m just an ordinary illustrator.

"It's okay, it's okay, please wait a moment!" The young man ran away in a panic, and after a while he picked up a laptop he didn't know where he got it, with a pillow under his other arm: "You are so considerate. Honestly Said, Kunikida-kun will be very angry if you don't deal with the accumulated reports, I'm so scared!"

That being the case, why did you invite irrelevant people out for a walk just now...

I tried to condemn this guy with my eyes, but he turned his face away as if nothing had happened: "I just joined the detective agency for less than half a year, and I don't understand many things. It's not like Fuxue-chan, who is already a successful financially independent person!"

"..." There is reason to suspect that this guy has ulterior motives, for example, he wants to find someone to handle the documents on his behalf.

As a painter, I said with confidence and feeling: "Yes, yes, making grids, pasting dot paper, such trivial things are too troublesome, if someone is willing to help with it, I don't know how to be grateful. "

Not to mention helping others to make documents, I still expect them to be mature and take the initiative to draw themselves out of my own drawings.

Mr. Dazai immediately shut his mouth tightly, sat on the opposite wall in a daze, leaned on his own pillow, turned on the computer and threw it aside, then took out his mobile phone...and started playing games.

So, what's the difference between you looking like this and when I'm trying to pigeonhole readers! ?

The room was quiet for a while, the phone rang, and as soon as it was connected, I heard Editor Kawase's voice that was so moved that he was almost crying: "Thank you very much, Mr. Yada, there is no one more vivid than your painting of Miss Yang, Mikazuki After reading it, the teacher even decided to add to the original text.”

"You're joking." I took the compliment without any guilt, and the editor Kawase followed up with the next sentence: "Why don't we meet later? It's rare that Teacher Sanriyue is willing to go out to meet people. We can discuss the details and let you Socrates and Xiaoyang from home are playing together."

Under normal circumstances, it is only this kind of job invitation that I will not be declined politely. Not only will I not refuse, but I will also agree very readily.But now the situation is special, I had to say "wait a moment" to editor Kawase, and looked at Mr. Dazai with the receiver of the mobile phone: "I have a work-related visitor coming to see me from Tokyo, and I may need to go out for a while."

"No problem." Mr. Dazai never took his eyes off the phone screen, I stopped looking at him, and directly answered Mr. Kawase who had been waiting for a while: "Okay, but there will be a man on my side, at the red brick Can we meet at the Orange Hall near the square? There are few people there."

Editor Kawase greatly thanked me for being considerate to Teacher Mikazuki, and at the same time expressed a certain curiosity about the man who will be walking with me: "Is it the teacher's assistant?"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm just helping Yada-sensei to draw the grid and paste the dot paper. I'll see you at Tachibana Hall."

When I realized that Mr. Dazai had moved away from his ear, stuck out his tongue and fell back on his pillow: "Bringing assistants saves a lot of time explaining than bringing bodyguards, right. Speaking of which, I always dreamed of becoming a painter when I was young, but it's a pity The guardian at the time disagreed."

He pulled the pillow out from behind and hugged it in front of his body, and continued to play the game as if he had no bones: "It will take at least two hours to come from Tokyo, and we will leave in one hour, just in time."

From the game music, it can be judged that he is playing the next popular supernatural decryption mobile game. Many critics have commented on the psychological distortion of the game creators, and many people believe that the designers are rushing to kill the players to arrange the plot.

Mr. Dazai was not very lucky in rolling the dice, and unfortunately entered the running map level of the purgatory mode after one round.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He almost jumped up and plunged his head into the screen of his phone, his body involuntarily swayed left and right following the manipulative game character.

This volume can no longer be simply described as "noisy".

I put down the brush and turned my head to remind: "There is a cluster of fluorescent poisonous mushrooms in the lower right corner of the map. After eating, it will continue to lose blood within 15 seconds until death, but it will not be disturbed by any props and terrain during the death process. 15 seconds , theoretically enough to reach the end point and complete the mission requirements.”

Death can't stop the designer from pushing the plot.

Um?You ask me why I know this strategy?Of course I am not the designer, but the fluorescent poisonous mushroom is indeed my original drawing, and I also provided a little personal opinion.Including one of the free characters, whose vertical painting is also one of my works.

"Poisonous mushrooms? Interesting!" Mr. Dazai's character made a chirping sound of eating mushrooms. After 15 seconds, no more, no less, the character fell to the finish line and said the death line, and the game was cleared to enter the next link.

Maybe because he didn't want to be spoiled again, he turned off the game and stuffed his phone into his pocket, hugged the pillow and rubbed against me to watch me sort out the drawings of the cat detective Miss Yang.

"I'm so envious!" He sighed after watching for a while, and I glanced at him sideways: "What's there to be envious of? Hair loss."

I know what he said was "I'm so envious of you who can draw", so the answer was "what's there to envy, day and night turning upside down to write manuscripts will make you bald early in life".

"You definitely don't have any troubles in this area." He meant something, and I just thought this person was praising me for having enough hair.

After tidying up the manuscripts, I took Socrates and Mr. Dazai with me, and set off after closing the door.

From Armed Detective Agency to Jutang, it takes about 45 minutes by bus plus walking time.I chose a separate room with a view of the pond and the frightened deer, sat in it, propped my chin while looking at the scenery and waiting for someone.

The rain had stopped, and the leaves of the evergreen shrubs were washed to a glisten.The air smells so earthy after the rain, and the cat is vocalizing in the cat bag that it wants to go out and play.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you go free." As soon as the zipper was pulled open, the orange cat's head popped out, and Mr. Dazai pointed his finger maliciously and then snapped back: "Oh, I accidentally pressed it. What's wrong? It's too short to see!"

Socrates "Meow!" Roaring and waving his claws like lightning, fortunately someone had bandages on his wrists, and several white cloths flew out with a "Zi La" sound: "It's too fierce, so fierce that you must not have a girlfriend. "

As he spoke, he took out a small dried fish from his pocket and shook it in front of the cat's nose. He must have seen his ears pricked up before he shoved his hand back into his mouth: "Want to eat? No!"

I:"……"

That is to say, Socrates can't speak, otherwise he must start greeting Mr. Dazai from the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.

With the mentality of protecting the short-lived old mother, I quickly hugged the cat into my arms and let go, took out a nutrient cream necessary for travel and squeezed it for him, and the cat, which was almost barking out of anger, snorted twice and hid in my arms Li would never go out again.

The black-haired young man who bullied the small animals was silent for about 15 minutes. Before he could make any noise, the door of the room was opened by a waiter in traditional attire, and the voice of editor Kawase thanking him came in.

I got up with the cat in my arms, and as soon as I stood up straight, I saw two weak men stepping on the tatami one after another.

——When you see the editor Kawase and the teacher Mikayue, you can clearly understand what is meant by "like flock together, and people are divided into groups".

"Hello, Mr. Yada!" Editor Kawase spoke first, and the young man walking behind him who was also hugging the cat bowed his head slightly and said in a weak voice, "Hi Suqing, and Xiaoyang, hello."

"Yada Fubuki, and my assistant, this is Socrates, hello." My voice was not too loud, and the young writer who was much taller than me was still blushing.

Editor Kawase is well aware of the seriousness of his writer's fear, so he immediately brought the topic to the decoration and scenery of Tachibana Hall: "It's very close to the original appearance in Kyoto, right? I heard that the spring water for making tofu is also specially transported from there. Here it is, it’s amazing.”

"Yes, yes." I echoed him: "Including the nearby roads are relatively clean, I think Teacher Sanriyue will probably not hate it."

"Ms. Yada has a heart, so I will take care of the little ones. For your hard work, two teachers, I will leave the details of the new book illustrations to you, hahahahahahaha."

They didn't come all the way from Tokyo for food, and the sooner they finished their discussions, the better they could return.

As an "assistant", Mr. Dazai was automatically interpreted as a "nanny" by the editor Kawase, and he was quite at ease leaving his older children with disabilities at the low table, and sat a little further away with his cats in his arms.

——In order to avoid human tragedies such as the overturning of the water glass and the destruction of the manuscript.

I took out the computer, and the electronic version and the hand-painted version appeared in front of the employer at the same time. Socrates originally wanted to watch it together, but the cat cheese in the hand of editor Kawase was so delicious... He leaned over and wanted to eat it Snacks, but was "huh" into the corner by the black and white cat Xiaoyang who was a circle bigger than him.

"Ah, Xiaoyang wants to get along well with the children~" Editor Kawase hid aside and smiled, and promptly offered the separated snacks. The two cats then ceased fighting, each trying to bite the food in front of it.

Teacher Sanriyue here has carefully browsed through all the sample drafts. He showed me the new drafts that he added. He lowered his eyes and carefully considered the words and sentences, trying his best to express the feelings he hoped to convey to me.

Time passed quickly, we spent three hours discussing how to plump up the details of the role of the cat detective Ms. Yang, and finally both parties had a more comprehensive idea, so we packed up our respective computers and turned to look at the editor Kawase together .

——Isn’t dinner ready yet?

"Huh? Ah! I'll go and notify the waiter." The good-tempered young man didn't shirk his responsibility because another "assistant" was slack, he let go of Socrates and Xiaoyang, got up and opened the sliding door to go out up.