Social animals don't deserve love

"Sorry for making you laugh."

Ten minutes later, I sat in a drink shop outside the community with a kind person passing by.He seemed to be in a very bad physical condition, maybe because he was too tall, his back was a little slumped, his face was as pale as his fingernails, and the dark circles under his eyes were comparable to Ango's.

Ah, how come you think of him in front of others, it's really impolite.

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, my name. How about you, madam?"

The young man who put three cubes of sugar in the black tea and stopped talking slowly, after listening to me, I reacted for a while: "Are you Russian? Yata, Yada Fubuki."

Although there is a question mark, it is actually a declarative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

Recently, there are more and more foreigners living in various places, but the Russians, um... I am a little afraid because of all kinds of groundless rumors.

For example, [-] Russian fans beat [-] England fans and so on. Even a hamster like me has heard of such jokes.

——I always feel that the next second this person might take out two bottles of vodka from under his robe and throw them on the table.

"You are really smart." In fact, the young man took a sip of black tea elegantly and looked serious. I almost had the illusion that this was not an ordinary drink shop on the roadside but some star-rated restaurant. Very good mood.

Holding my own drink, I took it out and poured it down with Dr. Xieye's arrogance: "Too modest compliments are also a kind of hypocrisy, Mr. Tuo, Tuo, Dostoevsky."

The Russian name is too troublesome, and I almost bit my tongue if I didn’t mention the number of words!

He showed a faint smile like a tulle, put down the black tea and blocked his mouth and nose with a fist: "Sorry, you are so cute."

"..."

Is there nothing wrong with blushing here?

I coughed and looked around: "Anyway, I'm fine, thank you."

"It's an honor to serve ladies." He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the waiter who had been staring at this side for a long time appeared almost instantly: "May I ask what else you need?"

"Checkout, thank you."

The fact that she can be equally polite and courteous to a young girl working in the service industry shows that this person has received a good education and is well-bred, which is the type I admire.

After signing the bill without even looking at it, he stood up and walked around behind me, bowed his hands and said, "I just came to Yokohama for a trip, and I'm not very familiar with it. May I ask you to be my guide?"

Following the movement, the chair was gently moved away, and the young man smiled and helped me open the glass door: "If you are lucky enough to be guided by you, please call me Fyodor. According to the habits of oriental people, can I call you Fyodor?" You are Miss Fuxue?"

EMMMMM... I couldn't help but look sideways at the glass door to see what I was seeing.

Just, quite embarrassing.

The woman in a light-colored long skirt and a wool coat has puffy eyes, empty in the early winter wind, like a bamboo pole carrying a towel.

It is impossible for this kind of image to see the essence through the phenomenon, so it really must be that this foreigner is a particularly gentleman and is particularly educated...

"Tomorrow afternoon and the morning of the day after tomorrow, I only have these two free time slots. If you need a full-time guide, I can ask other questions for you..." Before I finished speaking, the young man pursed his lips and said firmly: "Enough, tomorrow afternoon, It will be fine the next morning."

"Thank you for your generosity, Miss Fubuki."

He deliberately waited for me to walk down the steps before letting go and slowly putting the glass door of the beverage store back to its original position. He followed the social distance beside him for another 15 minutes, and then watched me gently and took out the key again to open the door and go home.

"Yada Fubuki, the ex-wife of Sakaguchi Ango, assistant officer of the Supernatural Special Affairs Division."

The young man raised his hand and bit the nail on his thumb, and even the echo in the deserted street disappeared.

Yokohama is the area with the highest concentration of people with supernatural powers in this island country, and it also gathers countless crimes.The strong and the weak, the savior and the saved, the necessary elements on the stage are complete.

——Different abilities are a kind of evil. People with supernatural abilities use this talent to bully and exploit people without such abilities.

Discrimination, prejudice, everywhere.

Even among those with different abilities, there are layers of classes.

These are stupid, sinful, and need to be punished, need to be eliminated.

He came to this temperate island country from far away Siberia, just to find an ideal testing ground and erase all the testing grounds of supernatural powers.

If actions taken here can achieve satisfactory results, they can be extended to change the entire world.At that time, everyone will have the same natural powers, and there will no longer be differences between "supernatural powers" and "ordinary people".

Through previous intelligence investigations and temptations, he determined that Yada Fubuki was a very useful ordinary weak person waiting to be rescued—without supernatural powers, without a stable source of income, and without a marriage.

If she is just an ignorant and stupid woman, it is enough to be a chess piece that is thrown away when it is used up. Her death is enough to be the key to pry open Ango Sakaguchi's thinking palace.However……

"After being cornered, he will choose to take the initiative to attack. His personality hides a strength that he doesn't know about. He is neither stupid nor cowardly. It seems that the next strategy needs to be revised."

The young man muttered to himself, stared at the tall cherry blossom tree leaning out of the fence for a while, then turned and left the street.

I heard that the Island Nation's Supernatural Secret Service Division in Yokohama is secretly hiding a supernatural item that can change reality. Further penetration is needed to understand this matter.As for Yada Fubuki... Continue to observe for a while.

"Ivan, prepare a medical record for me."

On the other side of the Bluetooth headset came a loyal response from his subordinates, and Dostoevsky wrapped the cloak tightly around his body.

Between wet cold and dry cold, it turns out that the former is more harmful to the human body.Don't think that this set of clothes can be carried in Siberia, but in this small island country, it is like wearing corrugated paper, but it looks warm.

At the same time, Ango Sakaguchi, the assistant officer of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, who he has been thinking about repeatedly, has returned to his home where he "has been away" for a year.

I have already asked for leave. For various reasons, even if I return to work, I don’t want to work, so I might as well not return.

I really didn't expect to go home "from get off work" under such circumstances.

No one was in the house, that's for sure.

Before rushing to the Armed Detective Agency, he had already returned once, but he did not find his wife at home.

The room that was originally intended to be a baby room was changed to a study two years ago, and any of the difficult and boring original books on the bookshelf can be used as a murder weapon.

【Degenerate Theory】Under the effect, he saw Fuxue sitting, standing, lying on his stomach holding the computer and drawing board... coming and going in the space alone.I often drag a quilt casually and sleep on the floor casually, with books and brushes scattered all over the floor, from anticipation, waiting, gradually numbness to despair and giving up.

It was chilly in the empty apartment, and there was nothing missing except the mistress's personal belongings.

No longer looking at the documents that can almost bury him, no longer listening to the cases that his subordinates can never finish reporting, after completely quieting down, reflection will come—I, Sakaguchi Ango, for Yokohama, or for the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Is it really so important that you can't live without it for a moment?

This is a kind of too terrible arrogance.

Excessive self-knowledge, and ego.

As an assistant officer, which means assistant to the chief, he is only 24 years old this year.Based on the age of the farming teacher, it is possible to become the head of the department within ten years, which is almost a miracle in the country's conservative political promotion system.Ten years later, he was only 34 years old, so many people are still working in basic positions at this stage.

What was the urging that forced him to be anxious, running hard on the road to work and completely forgetting everything that really belonged to him?

"The thing I regret the most is that I can't completely put emotion out of reason."

This was the last sentence he wrote on the report when he returned to the Ability Secret Service from the port mafia, and it was this sentence that forced him to accept the half-year "separation period", but he never regretted it.It would not be so easy to get out of the haze without the silent company of Fubuki. Oda Sakunosuke died, and Osamu Dazai broke with himself while defecting from the port.

If it is said that the friendship is going to disintegration because of the predictable failure of the previous position, the failure of the marriage is completely to blame.

Ango Sakaguchi took off his glasses, sat at the low table with a wry smile, and raised his hand to ruffle his black hair.

Being pampered and pampered and making progress step by step, do you want to blame the giving party for not being able to afford to withdraw?

His impression of his wife is still in college.

Fubuki, who is still a student, will always be different in the crowd. She is like a firefly in the dark in the social environment that pursues "convergence".Even if the sorority party hid in the corner with its head down and held wagashi in a daze, it couldn't stop the men from sneaking glances from all angles.

Since then, there has always been an air of loneliness around her. If it were someone else, she would probably be willing to be lowly in the dust at all costs just to pray for being accepted by the collective again... But Fubuki is different from others.

The gentle eyes stare at the loneliness itself, enjoying the peace and tranquility that most people can't understand.

"It's absolutely not allowed to leave it there." Ango Sakaguchi dared to swear that at least 90.00% of the men who peeked at her would have such thoughts, and he himself would also have such thoughts.

She is definitely a well-deserved genius to be admitted to the University of Tokyo and be admitted to the Department of Social Welfare.However, after dating, he found out dumbfoundingly that this hard-working genius has a strange self-cognition-ordinary and mediocre?

I almost couldn't help but want to complain.

You can't complain here, you will definitely be dumped!

As for the confession letter in Arabic that was over-secondary... He opened the drawer on the side of the low table, and the letter paper sandwiched in the literature book had already turned yellow, but the red velvet box next to the book stopped him again.

wedding ring.

The crystal clear blue gems shine brightly against the black velvet, cold, lonely and beautiful.

Ah, yes, Fuxue took off the shackles and shackles he brought her, and now only he is left in this cage named "home".

The young man supported the table and got up and went to the bookshelf and easily took out an almost identical red velvet box from the top - it had been kept here for so long without being found, which showed that she no longer had any expectations of him.

After dusting off the box, he broke off the rusty hinges, and a pink sapphire ring with a unique orange luster lay on the black velvet.It was bought by my father as a gift to my mother to commemorate the 15th anniversary of marriage. Padparadscha means "flower of lotus" in Sinhala.

When his mother was seriously ill, he took half an hour to visit the hospital and got this ring from her: "Anwu, don't focus on work and neglect the family like your father. Do you want to blame your own wife for your resentment towards us?" Do you repeat it with your child?"

——It would be great if he was really resented, at least it means there is still hope.

Sophistry and denial are useless tricks, bowing your head and admitting your mistakes is the only way out.

Just start to slowly change from... sending greeting messages regularly every day, and then try to find ways to get more job arrangements from the parliament.

If it doesn't work, we can only focus on the brother units and the former bosses. If there is not enough manpower, we have to find a way to make him enough!

Well, anyway, those of us who have been gangsters are shameless, and we can only blame Mr. Sen for not being upright and crooked.

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Mr. Sen smiled kindly: In?Come back for tea?