Social animals don't deserve love

Sitting on the lawn downstairs, Osamu Dazai was waiting for me with piercing eyes—I suspect that he really just wanted to hear a new story, and he didn’t really care about information.

"Did Fuxue sauce fall into the mud pile? The smell just now was too terrible." He took out the "Complete Sex" that had been treasured for many years from his pocket, and touched a pen to write and draw: " Buried in the pond... This method can be abandoned, it is neither refreshing nor troublesome."

I kicked open the empty can next to my feet and reported the information: "Another person, Gogol the Clown, spatial abilities, medium coat, and..."

eh?

Halfway through the speech, his body suddenly became uncontrollable, completely out of rational command, and accelerated towards the metal thorns that had been covered with rust on the outer wall of the dormitory for an unknown period of time.This kind of wrought iron decoration has been popular for a long time in the past period of history, and it can be seen in many places now.They are sharp, but I can't say how sharp they are. Their original function is to decorate a part of the wall, but judging by my current speed, there is no problem with hitting them and opening a hole in the throat.

The next second when I couldn't react in time, I was completely suppressed by Osamu Dazai with his hands cut back. Even though I couldn't break free from the restraints, my body still screamed and wanted to end my life contrary to normal ideals.

At this time, my combat power of about zero finally showed my advantage. There was no possibility of accidentally injuring friendly troops. My colleagues could easily control anyone.

"A hint of self-destruction that was deliberately left because the information was not allowed to be leaked?" Osamu Dazai could fold my two arms tightly with one hand, and I could only express my approval and indignation with my eyes because I couldn't make a sound.

Dostoevsky, the Russian, he is so bad!

If you can use it, you can do everything you can, and when you achieve your goal, you will immediately turn into another face.Keeping such a hand silently is equivalent to using my life to verify my trustworthiness without even saying hello.

If it wasn't for my physical and physical disability, I would have been hanging on the iron spikes and blown away, Akiko might not be saved.

If I die tonight or fail to appear tomorrow morning, it just means that he needs to run away. I haven't come into contact with the real core information at all, and he will not suffer any loss.

"I'm sorry, although I don't mind doing things to women, at least don't treat me as such a worthless scum later." As he said, Osamu Dazai raised his palm and planned to give me a blow to calm me down so that I would not hurt myself, but I Gazes trying to express dissuade.

——At least there is still a way to solve this almost fatal hint today. I have already reached the point of life and death, and I will not give up the plan anyway.At least you have to figure out the real purpose of the Russians and the means they intend to adopt, otherwise it will be a big loss.

The unscrupulous colleague put down his hand, searched around my line of sight, and finally took out the mobile phone from his pocket and shook it in front of me: "This?"

"Yes, just blink twice, not once."

I blink wildly, then stare trying to regain control of my body.

"Understood." He looked left and right, groped through the pockets of my clothes, found the phone and opened the address book: "Who does Chuuxuejiang mean?"

This kind of hypnotic suggestion that cannot be traced back to its source, I think Dostoevsky will never take the initiative to relieve it. The only way is to find the desolate god who owes me rent.Strictly speaking, Mr. Zhaoma is the one who solves the problem, and Yato... I still remember Ms. Yiqi's comment earlier that "he can do everything except what a god should do".

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai had a good brain and quickly found the number to connect to the opposite side. A glare of light flashed out of nowhere on the grass where we were, and Mr. Yato, who was wearing a bathrobe and barefoot, held a scouring pad with a blank expression on his face: "Eh? What is this y?"

I:"……"

You, a god born in the Heian period, don't be so trendy, okay!

Mr. Zhao Ma, who is an artifact, followed closely, and he could see the dilemma I was facing at a glance: "Being controlled by magic."

Serious artifacts are of course elegant and efficient.We listened to a haiku and finally felt the discomfort in our hands and feet as our names were called again.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts...!" I yelled and twisted and struggled, and when I loosened my wrist, I almost threw myself into shit: "Don't let go all of a sudden!"

"Oh, isn't that because you are afraid of being misunderstood by Chuuxuejiang?"

The colleague who is particularly good at throwing blame even took a step back: "It's all because of Chuuxuejiang's gritted teeth expression that is so scary, so scary!"

"Well, Dostoevsky went digging up something, and it stinks."

I first completed the incomplete information, then thanked Yato and promised to make an offering, and finally borrowed five yen to offer: "Thank you, happy cooperation."

It's really strange that Osamu Dazai can find money, and I can borrow money from him. The combination of these two things can easily become the first incredible event of the detective agency year.

Mr. Yato opened his palm and took the coin and flicked it in the air. The crisp buzzing was like rippling silk threads. It seemed that there was some invisible existence strengthening the connection between us.The black-haired young man happily wiped the tip of his nose with a high-spirited expression: "You are doing something dangerous, right! I happen to be too."

"Although I don't know what the final result will be, but...if you die, would you give priority to making me an artifact? Food, lodging, training, and other employee benefits if you don't talk about job-hopping!"

"Mr. Yato, please don't make such jokes with the lady who is still alive!" Mr. Zhaoma interrupted his boast, and his action of holding his glasses was more like secretly rubbing his temples: "Sorry, don't believe this nonsense ..."

"Even if you agree to become a sacred weapon, you must first consider Bishamonten-sama, Ebisu-sama, and Sugawara Michizane-sama, but judging from your current situation, it is most likely to belong to the great country master."

So you have simply regarded me as a dead person!

Although I don't know why I didn't catch the hell special train but turned a corner and went back to two years ago. After all, I'm still alive. Don't change my personnel file easily, you guys!

"Ah... no need, I don't want to think about the choice of work after death..." To be honest, when I first heard about the fact that I can't escape work after death, I was suddenly full of desire to survive, and I was so full. The kind of table is full.

"In short, thank you for your help. Since Mr. Yato also has something to fight for, let's encourage each other. I hope to see the two figures again at the Xia Tian Rewarding God Ceremony. As theoretical believers, I will definitely bring The priest looks forward to meeting you.”

I can barely keep my politeness and smile, I just want to send this pair of gods who are more like Mancai partners to leave quickly.The colleague who watched with wide-eyed eyes was so curious that he was about to explode!

"Okay then, let's go back first. You don't have to worry too much, at least you don't have to worry about eating!" Yetou wanted to think about it, but was dragged away by Zhaoma: "Shut up, if you talk too much, you'll be fine." Beat you!"

After the glare, the lawn returned to silence, and the commotion just now seemed to be shielded by an invisible hood.None of the colleagues staying in the dormitory room heard Yato's voice, and none of them saw such a beautiful blue light.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat. I have been feeling uncomfortable since the afternoon, and it seems that there is something stuffed in my chest, which makes it difficult to swallow.

Osamu Dazai, who hadn't recovered from his curiosity about the mysterious incident, suddenly made a voice: "Fubuki-chan, you... haven't you noticed that your body temperature is abnormal?"

"Huh? Isn't the temperature lower at night? I think it's okay."

I touched my forehead, but I didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

He stared at me in a daze for a while, then looked away in a daze: "As an ordinary person, why are you so obsessed with protecting a city?"

"We can live well in the city of Yokohama, if we don't pay back well..." My father sat on the steps where the petals fell in his coat, and I will never forget his gentle and generous smile at that time.

"Ah...probably because of family background." I smiled at him: "I'm going back to rest, and I will trouble you tomorrow. Find out the truth as soon as possible and get the evidence, so that you can have time to relax."

The night wind brushed against the skin and caused a slight pain. I think I probably have a low-grade fever, so I should sleep well, and I will probably be fine when the morning dawns.

Back in the dormitory, Jinghua hadn't slept yet, and was using a quantitative spoon to scoop up extra meals for Socrates.

"Meow~"

Ju Bai stared at her movements seriously, with a look of fear that her meal would be stolen.

"I'm back, Jinghua is going to rest, and I will clean up the rest."

In fact, there is nothing to clean up. Xiaojinghua is very sensible and hardly bothers me.The so-called tidying is nothing more than putting away the cat toys and cleaning up the water glasses on the low table.

——If you don't put them in the cupboard in time, you will see them dead on the floor tomorrow.

Jinghua speeded up and poured the cat food into the bowl. As soon as the spoon was placed and the lid was covered, she got up and went to the bedroom: "Okay, Sister Fuxue, you look very tired. Sleep a little longer tomorrow. Let me make breakfast."

"Oh... okay," I never discouraged her enthusiasm for anything: "There are eggs in the refrigerator, and miso, dry goods are in the cabinet, and rice is in the compartment next to the bowl basket."

The little girl was encouraged, and blushed and ran into the bedroom to sleep obediently, while I simply put away the low table and got into the bed with the cat in my arms and closed my eyes to rest.

The dormitory has a bedroom and a living room, both of which are covered with tatami mats, so no matter where you lie down, the body feels the same.Jinghua is already a big child, and has the right to occupy a room alone to ensure sex.

"Good night, Socrates."

"Mi woo."

The little dot of light in the dark turns off and on, orange and white at least before I fall asleep, I don't let myself go to pursue freedom and play cool running around the house.

Very nice.

Immersed in the comfort of the well-behaved old mother with "both sons and daughters", the little physical discomfort can be completely ignored!

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