Social animals don't deserve love

When I left the hospital, the sun had moved to the west side of the sky. I rushed back to the detective agency before the off-duty rush hour. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Jinghua sitting on the seat and concentrating on playing with Mr. Ranpo.

Seeing that the young man who is about to turn 26 is going back 20 years, at most six years old and no more.

"Meow~"

Socrates approached enthusiastically, and I picked him up and sat down, turned on the computer to see if there was any urgent work that needed to be dealt with.

The door of the president's office opened and closed, Mr. Fukuzawa came out and stopped at the desk: "Yada."

"Here?" There shouldn't be any mistakes in work recently, and I'm a little puzzled by his sudden appearance.

The president clenched his jaw and seemed a bit reluctant. After a pause for a few seconds, he said, "Starting tomorrow, the Supernatural Secret Service Division will second you as a resident liaison officer. You will need to spend half a day working for the Ministry of Internal Affairs every day."

amount……

I looked up at him with a confused face: "Me? Seconded? Permanent liaison officer?"

It is tacitly understood that the government occasionally hires some non-staff personnel to participate in operations, but a purely civilian job...isn't necessary!

"Dazai and Yosano can't go, Kunikida can't do it, Tanizaki can't do it, Ranpo and Kyoka..." President Fukuzawa seemed to want to kill someone, he counted each of his colleagues one by one, Before I finished listening, I knew that the content of the previous story was quite rich.

"Okay, I understand what you mean, I have no objection, and I will obey your arrangement."

I laughed: "Thank you, President."

Thank you for your protection.

He sighed: "You don't have to be so sensible. If Mr. Sakaguchi does anything unreasonable to you... There is nothing wrong with doing it in a hurry. A small official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs should sell me some face."

If time goes back ten years, I think I will probably be passed out by the president Su.

"Yes, I see."

I turned on the computer and turned it off again. Today, no one should send me urgent documents. My colleagues (especially Mr. Kunikida) looked at me like an ignorant girl who was about to be tricked by Dazai Osamu to die together.

The new certificates appeared on the desktop quickly, and I was afraid that I would regret running away, completely subverting everyone's impression of the efficiency of administrative agencies...

Okay, okay, it seems that this wave is Mr. Taneda Shantouhuo who discovered that the backyard was on fire, and cooperated with Glasses to operate in secret, trying to reverse infiltrate from me.It's a pity that I will never interfere with Ms. Matsuyama, just like I don't want to hear those "persuasion".

It's nothing more than continuing to work in another place, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division has to pay me another salary.Just as a part-time worker, there is nothing wrong with receiving two salaries, and I am also a person with a "daughter" now.

After get off work, I sent Jinghua back to the dormitory, and left some homework for her in the first grade of junior high school. I went out again—I made an appointment with Fyodor to visit him.

On the way, I bought a bouquet of sunflowers and wrapped them in a newspaper. When I walked into the ward with the bouquet, Fyodor couldn’t help but widen his beautiful eyes: “You are such a kind and gentle lady, just like the one who spreads manna.” Angel."

Compliments from foreigners are straightforward and enthusiastic. The choice of sunflowers is of course due to the consideration of his nationality, but more because I like this kind of brilliant sunflowers.

"You are exaggerating too much, it's just a bunch of flowers." I smiled and handed the flowers to the nurse, sat on the stool, reached for the apple and a knife and lowered my head to peel the fruit.

Just...you have to find something to do, otherwise you will always feel a little awkward looking at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Fyodor stared at me for a while, then withdrew his gaze and continued with the printed matter in his hand.At noon, he reads newspapers, but at night he switches to magazines—most young people will pick up a few pages of comic magazines.The small strips I drew would naturally not appear in such a large publication, so I was not timid, took a look and continued to peel the apple.

Recently, I learned various skills of cutting fruit into cute shapes from Ms. Matsuyama, and soon a round apple turned into a nest of apple rabbits. I put the bowl full of rabbits in his hand, and I took it Another book to read.

I just sat opposite each other quietly until night fell, put down the book and twisted my neck, I stood up and said goodbye to Fyodor: "Rest early, I will come back tomorrow."

"Goodbye, I look forward to meeting you again." He watched the prey leave slowly.The newly changed traditional attire reveals a white and fragile neck. Even if you don't use supernatural powers, you just need to fold those beautiful transparent eyes and you can never open them again.

"It's really a beautiful butterfly full of tragic beauty, isn't it Fedya?" First a crooked top hat appeared in the air, followed by braids and a cloak coat, and soon a young man in a clown costume squeezed out from the invisible space.He leaned sideways behind the glass of the ward door and looked out, wondering if he could see Yada Fubuki who had gone: "A poor woman who is bound by love and cannot be free."

"Ha! Mr. Clown thought of a good idea, how about letting us liberate her and give her freedom!" He moved himself in a circle like singing an aria: "Finally use the supreme freedom as a reward for her Gift!"

"That will have to wait until the plan is realized. Right now, her life is worth far more than death, Gogol."

Dostoevsky threw away the pretentious comic magazine in his hand: "What did the informants from the Ministry of Internal Affairs say?"

"I have said everything, and I am more loyal than a dog that has been raised for ten years." The young man called Gogol jumped on the hospital bed and stepped on two feet: "There are such things as 'books' that really exist. They even I took a page and did an experiment, and the words written on it finally came true.”

"It's like the magic that can make people's wishes come true in fairy tales." After saying this, he squatted down as if discouraged: "But the 'book' is sealed, and the key to unlock the seal is hidden. Only those with supernatural powers can mark the location of the key."

"So the problem we are facing now is a treasure that can be used in one battle, a key that can open the treasure chest but is missing, and a treasure map about the key." Dostoevsky raised his thumb subconsciously Biting his nails, the eyes that looked clear and shining not long ago were sullen and ominous.

After thinking for a while, he raised his head and showed a playful smile: "This is very good, the treasure map will not be silent, even if he wants to be silent, he will become popular because of the possible value."

"We still have time to work slowly until the 'treasure map' comes out."

"So this is just a job change, not that you are no longer wanted. Can you stay in the detective agency and take care of Socrates for me?"

Facing Xiao Jinghua who insisted on running to the Ministry of Internal Affairs together, I had to rack my brains to come up with various reasons to coax her.After discussion, everyone unanimously decided to send her to school to continue her studies after the spring break. How can she always follow me around and take extra lessons?

"..." It seems that the request to follow will definitely not be allowed. The little girl turned her head and looked at the fat cat that I personally hugged to and from get off work every day, and finally nodded heavily: "Okay!"

With cat quality in hand, people will definitely not be able to escape.

After trying to comfort the little girl, I turned around and saw Mr. Kunikida tore a page from his cherished ideal book and handed it to me: "Take this with you, as long as it is no bigger than the paper and I understand the structure and composition. Items, once I use them, I will be able to detect them, and then I can activate the supernatural powers simultaneously to turn the words into real objects.”

All my colleagues are people with supernatural powers, but I haven't seen many use cases.Akiko's "Please Don't Die" counts as one, Kyoka's "Yasha Shirayuki" counts as one, and Mr. Ranpo's "Super Reasoning".Others say that they have supernatural powers, but in real life, it is not often that they use this power.

"It turns out that the ability to realize must be realized through this handbook? It's amazing, what can be realized with this paper tool? Food? Weapons? Radioactive metal?"

Looking deeper, Kunikida Doppo is simply terrifying.

"What's going on in your head? How is that possible!" Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, Mr. Kunikida pushed his glasses with a serious face: "Prohibited items are prohibited!"

So it's just because the law doesn't allow you to change some dangerous things out, not because of some hidden restrictions?

This is too much law-abiding!

Mr. Kunikida seemed eager to pry open my skull to see if it was full of paste: "You think I can understand the composition and structure of radioactive materials?"

I turned on my phone, searched, and stretched it out in front of him: "Third year of high school, physics. It's impossible for him, who used to be a math teacher, not to understand.

Kunikida Doppo: "Do you want me to be arrested by the military and police!"

Osamu Dazai, who let himself go and laughed loudly, rolled down from the sofa and fell to the ground. In his almost brainwashing magic voice, he approached Dr. Yosano and said that he could help disassemble the glasses and put them back together at any time. Junichiro also trembled. Trembling said stand by my side.

Mr. Ranpo angrily hid behind his desk to eat snacks, but no one would talk to him.

So because of "work" reasons, I showed up on the site of the Supernatural Secret Service Division after the lunch break and was quickly stuffed into the office of the glasses.

This liaison is really close enough.

But I'm not afraid of my ex-husband sitting across from me. After asking Ms. Tsujimura what she can do, I opened my computer and notebook, lowered my head, and let it go.

What's wrong?Since the work is so important, presumably the glasses will not mind being in the back.

Once a person is focused on something, his grasp of time is no longer accurate. Suddenly there is a bottle of hot milk in front of him, and when he looks up, he sees glasses standing beside him: "Working hard is a good thing, but don't push yourself too hard. Take a break ?”

My first reaction was to look at the lower right corner of the monitor. The standard off-duty time has come, and I immediately shut down the computer, sorted out the materials, packed up my notes, took my bags and left: "Goodbye, Mr. Sakaguchi."

I'm so stupid to stay and work overtime. I'm not an employee of the Supernatural Secret Service. If I have this time, I might as well go to the hospital to see Fyodor!

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