Social animals don't deserve love

The first day I played with the young master until ten o'clock and fell asleep early. The next morning, I got up, washed and changed clothes, took my computer and cat, took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped out of the dormitory.

This is my first day at the Armed Detective Agency, and it's impossible not to be nervous.If I were in the field of illustrators, I would naturally dare to say that I am not too arrogant, but the job of investigator of a detective agency... I have never been in contact with it.

15 minutes early, I walked outside the office door and looked inside anxiously. Only Mr. Kunikida sat behind the desk and typed on the keyboard.

Well, today is Saturday, and all the clerks are on vacation.

"Mr. Kunikida? Well...my first day at work, what should I do?"

You can't expect a person who has no office experience at all to find a job and start working as soon as he walks into the office. Mr. Kunikida pointed to the messy pile of paper documents on the shelf next to him without raising his head: "Go and get these documents first." Organize and bind."

——Yada Fubuki has never been engaged in related work before, so she can slowly adapt to the rhythm of the detective agency by starting with sorting out the documents.

"Oh, ok, got it!"

I walked to the area he had marked out, and moved the documents that were so full that they were about to explode to the blank table.Mr. Kunikida probably came to an end with the matter at hand at the moment. He glanced over the glasses and nodded: "From now on, there will be your seat. You can put some personal belongings there, and more for office use."

"And your cat." He glanced around, and his eyes finally stopped at a corner with the best sunlight: "It's next to Mr. Ranpo's place. He's going to Hokkaido for a business trip these days, and the cat doesn't need to stay there. will get in the way."

"clear."

After getting Socrates settled down, I went back to my seat and opened the folder to carefully screen each page...

What are these?The ghost-like handwriting is fine, the incoherent description and the illogical words are piled up like a primary school student racking his brains to make up the number of words just to finish the boring diary that he has to write.

two hours later.

Kunikida finished his daily routine writing work alone, and when he looked up, he saw a precarious mountain of documents erected in front of his new colleague.

Has she been given so much work?Will he be suspected of bullying newcomers?

He was a little worried and a little confused, got up and walked over to check

"These seem to be the discarded reports submitted by Dazai indiscriminately last month..." He wanted to say, "You don't have to catch the knife on your behalf and throw it to the scourge to deal with it yourself." The new colleague who had been sitting in his seat without moving stopped stopped The typing hand raised his head and pulled his long hair: "Yes, I saw the date. Here is the new report that has been sorted out."

There was a thick stack of A4 paper stacked at the paper outlet of the printer, and Kunikida Doppo picked it up and quickly browsed it, perfect.

very perfect.

It conforms to the official document format, the writing is smooth and beautiful, and the wording is classical and elegant. There is nothing wrong with it except that the description of the content is a little weird and can be taken as a read.Of course, Kunikida lamented that he couldn't do such a quick-looking result from Dazai Osamu's original text that ordinary people couldn't understand.

"I once sorted out the posthumous manuscripts of a deceased writer friend, and the word processing inevitably brought some personal touches, sorry." She lowered her head slightly and pursed her lips, her shredded long hair hung on her collarbone, lining her thin neck to worrying.

"Have you finished it yet?" He flipped through the documents and took out the stapler to bind them one by one, and then he heard Yada Fubuki's voice: "It's finished, and I'm working on Mr. Ranpo's report."

It is estimated that after writing, there will be a series of reasoning...

The young man looked at his wrist watch, um, only three hours have passed, is it so efficient?

"The morning is usually used to process documents, and you can rest after [-]:[-] noon. If you have a commission in the afternoon, you will go out to work. If you don't, you can stay in the office and discipline yourself."

It was only then that he realized that he hadn't informed the other party of the office schedule from the beginning to the end, and hurriedly added this important link: "Please be sure to arrive at the office before nine o'clock in the morning to start work, and get off work at five o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone on duty at night and on weekends alternates Generally speaking, everyone has two days off each week, but compared with other clubs, because of the special nature of the detective profession, they can only take off-peak days."

The newly completed report in his hand was pleasing to the eye, Kunikida Doppo even spoke in a much gentler tone: "Today is Saturday, you can go back to rest after get off work in the afternoon."

"There are also documents. Field workers must remember to bring them with them and don't lose them."

As he said that, he took out the file bag from another drawer and handed it over. Yada Fuyuki took out the badge badge and other identification materials from it to observe carefully.

To be honest, no one in the entire detective agency, including himself, honestly put his badge around his neck.The same is true for new colleagues. After reading it once, they repacked all the documents with indescribable color schemes into the bag, and carefully put the bag into the drawer and closed it carefully.

She is so serious that you are too embarrassed to ask her why she didn't carry it with her.

——On weekends, the clerks rest uniformly, but investigators must stay in the office to deal with emergencies.

Mr. Kunikida told me that the Armed Detective Agency does not take over ordinary commissions such as finding pets or catching rapes. As for what to take over--except for some special commissions from the special ability secret service department and the military police, there are also some protection and accompanying work.

For example, I have been protected before.

Of course, as a newcomer and an ordinary person without supernatural powers, my job cannot be too dangerous.Most of the time, you can stay in the office with peace of mind, even if you go out to work, you will not easily come into contact with people with supernatural abilities.

"By the way, sometimes we accidentally provoke something at work. If you...you don't need to fight, just turn around and run, and running into the nearest police station is a victory. And these few people, in case everything happens to protect themselves For the top, the means are not limited."

He took out a few photos from the pages of the notebook and put them in front of me. After looking at them, I sighed from the bottom of my heart: "Yokohama is really small!"

In the three photos, I have seen two of them, one is the explosive man who threw lemons, and the other is the young man in black who stabbed the thief to death on the street to help me save my old friend's manuscript and save my life.

"Kijiro Kajii of the Port Mafia, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke." Mr. Kunikida put away the photo: "Especially these two people are extremely dangerous."

I'm glad there's no mug shot of Chuya Nakahara here, I don't have to feel bad about having to stare with him one day and get beaten up and running around.

——In fact...competing products, or confrontation with competitors is a matter between the bosses. I personally think that for ordinary employees, as long as they don’t get close to the opponent in front of the boss, it’s fine. There is absolutely no need to shout and shout.

Well, it's mainly because I can't beat anyone, so I naturally appreciate the more civilized and polite modern communication methods.

In short, if you can beep beep, try not to do it, and if you have to do it, it is not me. It is the best policy.

Mr. Kunikida did not comment on my exclamation, and continued to explain: "The Taser and gun that I gave you to protect yourself last time were finally brought back by Dazai. If you need weapons for self-defense, please report in advance, and remember to keep them properly. .”

"Ah...no need, no need."

I raised my hand to show him his clothes.

Still the same long skirt and sweater jacket, not elite at all, not even a pocket.It's not easy to hide such a big weapon on your body, it's best not to slap your face swollen and look fat.

I don't own a formal suit and don't like wearing one.

I used to be lucky in school with sailor suits and suits. I don't like the fact that any slack in the posture will be magnified infinitely.Anyway, the detective agency has everything to wear, kimonos, cloaks, black silk, pullovers, windbreakers... probably there is no shortage of me, a casual style who respects natural materials.

Mr. Kunikida probably realized that it is unrealistic for me to fight with others, so he immediately gave up this paragraph and jumped to the next link: "The salary card will be handled by a clerk on Monday, if there is something that has to bother the president , Try to choose a time when you have more freedom in the afternoon.”

"okokokok."

I nodded earnestly and took down the reminder from my predecessors, and I continued to struggle with the vast mountain of documents.

Since he is not a particularly smart person, use diligence to make up for the deficiency.

This is the way my father taught me to live in the world.

That was when I was very young, about the beginning of elementary school, and I always finished playing competitive games with other children so fast that I cried to my teammates and opponents, which made other people’s game experience so bad that they didn’t want to play with me in the end. up.Because of my poor interpersonal relationship, my father was called by the teacher to the school several times for talks, and then he led me to a chess club.

Now that I think about it, as a primary school student, it is quite normal for me to lose to a professional chess player, but at the beginning, I cried miserably after losing an unknown number of games for two days in a row.

My father touched my head and sighed: "Look at Chuuxue, you are just an ordinary child. If you are not talented enough, you can only rely on hard work to make up for it, or there is nothing wrong with giving up. The same is true for getting along with classmates. At the same level, you can either work hard or give up, and just do your own thing well. No matter what you become, Dad will always love you."

Since then, I have deeply realized that I am an ordinary person. As ordinary as I am, it is reasonable and logical to have a bad relationship with my classmates. Then I choose to let go and focus on other things I like to be happy Own.

Fortunately, the workplace pays more attention to the ability to work than the ability to get along with everyone. As long as I work hard enough, I can get a "good-looking" evaluation if I think about it, so that my father who has already gone to heaven will not worry about me anymore.

I'm finally out of the invisible hood, Father.

The author has something to say: a small theater in this chapter

More than ten years ago, Yada's father took Yuki to the chess room.

Father-in-law: Honey, come on and beat this uncle!

Sister Xue: Yes!

Two days later, the father and daughter were sent out respectfully.

Sister Xue: Huh, huh, losing for two days in a row.

Father-in-law: Be good, it's happier to be an ordinary baby!

Actually:

Chess player: You go!you go!Hurry up and go!If you play any more, you will lose to the little boy, I am actually a fake professional player!Yata, how dare you say that your daughter can't play chess at all!

"Chang Wei, how dare you say you don't know martial arts jg?"