Forced to go undercover, I lie down and win

About to start writing an undercover report for Dazai-sama's future wife, Akutagawa Ryunosuke is facing the biggest new challenge in his life. The boy has never written such a thing, and it is quite difficult for a while.How should I write it? At present, he only knows that the name of the undercover agent is Bourbon, who is the Japanese police, Scotland, who is the Japanese police, and Ley, who is the FBI. What is this organization doing? Why are there so many undercover agents?

There is no antecedent, no consequence, only that Master Dazai's future wife is now an undercover agent...

So why on earth should he, who is Dazai-sama's subordinate, do her work, and frankly, Akutagawa doesn't know what they did, so he can only rely on making up?

After staring at the computer in a daze for half an hour, Akutagawa finally picked up his pen and began to write.

"The night wind blew across my cheeks, and it was another sultry summer night. I sat by the window and watched the breeze blowing slowly. I became more and more convinced that this is a world where people are not as good as dogs. Anyone who does not take care of himself will not be able to live. 【Note】.It’s a terrible world. I endured terrible torture every day in the organization, and I was interdependent with some hypocrites all day long. No one could comprehend the truth deep in the other’s heart. It is impossible for us not to I have successfully returned to my own light after being traumatized, at this moment my heart is like soaking in a piece of ice water and I cannot extricate myself, the cold is all my senses."

Although the youth is murderous and ruthless, in fact there is a very soft place in his heart. In his early years, he lived in a slum where human beings fought each other. Anger poured out.

"Every day in the organization, I have to endure a wise boss who only knows how to miss his wife [this paragraph is deleted], and some trash-like teammates who become colleagues [this paragraph also has to be deleted], including a stupid and ignorant boss every day. The lolicon boss who knows what he is thinking [delete this paragraph], in short, has no idea what the meaning of living is, if God wants to punish me, then don’t use such a terrible way.”

The more Ryunosuke Akutagawa writes, the more he feels that his writing is as if he is writing. It's like a flood of thoughts poured down at once. It's not so much writing the undercover report of Mr. Dazai's future wife, but he is actually writing about himself. "Every day here is suffering. Although it is human nature to lie undercover, most of the time we can't even be honest with ourselves [Note], after all, when we are facing that adult , no matter what kind of expression you use to face it, in fact, that adult will know what you think, and I will even feel pain because of the disappointing eyes of that adult in my dreams."

Dazai-sama can see through his every thought. As expected of Dazai-sama, he can add [-] words to his words.

Because it is an undercover career, Akutagawa still focuses on depicting the pressure and difficulties in it.

"Almost at night, I will be awakened by terrible nightmares. Sometimes I will even be swallowed by darkness, but people themselves are dark. During the days when I was an undercover agent, fortunately, there were three men with me. They They're all very nice to me."

At this point... Akutagawa was silent for a while, three men, Dazai-sama's future wife has three men to accompany him, so is Dazai-sama really okay?

Forget it, let’s end it with a twist, and express my hard work to Mr. Dazai, perfect.

"This may be life, but I will not be discouraged. No matter how rough the road ahead is, in order to repay the trust of that adult, I will definitely work hard to become the best person, above."

After Akutagawa Ryunosuke submitted what he had written with confidence, he was immediately sent back mercilessly.

Dazai-sama glanced at it, "No, what is written here?"

Huge hit!

Ryunosuke Akutagawa was shocked when he heard Osamu Dazai's evaluation, "Yes, I wrote it very seriously, Dazai-sama."

"No." Osamu Dazai resolutely rejected his content, "The writing is too weird, Akutagawa, your report is already ugly if I say it, showing it to my little Yu at this level will make her doubt me Yes, so no."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke:? ? ?

It's so sad, "Do you think there's something wrong with what's written here?"

"Ah, it's rubbish everywhere." Osamu Dazai ruthlessly commented on Ryunosuke Akutagawa's hard work, "It's all rubbish. I told you that Yuu has three companions, but they are just companions. Weird feelings."

"Akutagawa, no one wants to read such nonsense."

To be honest, if the person standing opposite is not Osamu Dazai, really, Akutagawa has let him taste the taste of Rashomon now, no one can comment on my literature in this way, no one!

Besides Dazai Osamu, Akutagawa Ryunosuke took a deep breath, "Okay, then how would Dazai-sama change it?"

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai showed a very subtle smile.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke betrayed his soul for Dazai in this way, his writing and talent went with the wind so quickly, and the materials handed in at the end were true, Akutagawa felt like he lost his soul, but Dazai-sama was very satisfied, Dazai-sama The future little wife is also very satisfied.

Only Akutagawa, only the literary boy Akutagawa wept bitterly.

When he was holding his manuscript and weeping silently in the corner, Nakahara Nakaya-sama happened to pass by him, and the same young cadre backup asked curiously, "Hey, Akutagawa, what are you doing here? "

"Is it Lord Zhongyuan?" The boy wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then straightened his back and replied, "No, it's nothing."

The other party paused for a while, still showing some concerned expression, "Yeah, but you don't look very happy now, what happened?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke also respects this quasi-cadre who has always been very good to his subordinates. Although Dazai-sama and Nakahara-sama have a bad relationship on the surface, he actually knows that the tacit understanding between the two of them is very high.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was silent for a while, and the boy suddenly asked seriously, "Has Master Nakahara written a mission report?"

"of course."

He continued to the handsome young man wearing a black wide-brimmed hat, "Will you change the content of your report because of the request of your boss?"

The young man with orange curly hair said in surprise, "Huh? Chief Sen doesn't even look at that."

That’s right, then why did the Japanese police want to read it, and even asked him to revise it, as if his dream had been tarnished.

"Hey, what happened to you?"

The slender-hearted boy shook his head, "It's nothing, I'm just writing a report to Dazai-sama's future girlfriend, I'm a little suspicious."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned instantly, a trace of doubt flashed in his blue eyes, "Wait a minute, when will that bastard have a future girlfriend?"

"I can't say it below."

"Write a report? You won't be writing about the Japanese police, are you?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke:? ? ?

Master Zhongyuan, how do you know?

Seeing Akutagawa's reaction, Nakahara Chu was furious instantly, "I knew about this damn bastard!"

The handsome young man rolled up his sleeves instantly, "I'm going to settle accounts with him!"

"Wait...wait a minute, Lord Zhongyuan!"

On my side, I handed the report that Osamu Dazai revised several versions to Bourbon, and waited for his praise with joy. Bourbon opened the document in front of me, and then read it directly.

"During the days when I joined the organization and became a member of the organization, now I have become a core member of the organization. I have lived a miserable life from nine to five every day. It is really hard."

Who is the nine-to-five guy?

"Such high-intensity work and tremendous mental pressure almost overwhelmed me. Being colleagues with these people in the organization is indeed a draining thing sometimes. After all, I have to worry about whether my companions will You will discover your true identity. And everyone works on a normal eight-hour work schedule, but I don’t have any rest time because I work two jobs. I work overtime almost every day. Sometimes I really envy the kind of colleagues who have overtime pay .”

Two words: make money!

I just held my chin and listened to Bourbon continue to read. I don't know why he took a deep breath, "But fortunately, my colleagues are all undercover agents. My colleagues are very diligent and hardworking, especially those in the organization. Bourbon and Scotland are very hardworking, especially Bourbon. I must name and praise him. He works overtime every day until four o’clock in the morning. Isn't it worth a project bounty?"

Still two words: make money!

The eyes are shining, and the writing is really good. It perfectly explained the intensity and difficulty of our work. I hope that the Japanese public security group can get acquainted, and give more year-end awards to me, Bourbon, and Scotland.Of course, because Ley is also very kind to me, so I have not forgotten Lai. I wrote this, "International friends have also worked hard to shine in the organization, and they have climbed to a very high position. For the future international Strategic alliance, I think it is necessary for us to engage in some friendships to help international friends hide their identities, of course, because the other party’s salary is in US dollars, I think we also need to carefully consider our salary composition.”

Still those few words: Give me money!

Bourbon looked at me blankly after reading it, "Did you just write these things?"

I became a little nervous for a moment, and I looked at him and asked eagerly, "Is it not enough? We should give us more year-end bonuses."

The blond youth took a deep breath, "Forget it, is this the report you wrote?"

"Hmm..." It probably means what I think, Dazai wrote it, how cryptic yet straightforward, the core idea is to send us money, I think the Japanese police should be able to get my point, and it is rare for me I passed the information to the Japanese police, and they should have been moved to cry while hugging the only information I passed to them.

Of course, I think Bourbon will do it too. A Japanese warrior like him probably doesn't care about his own income at all, but whoever's wool is not squeezed.

"Bourbon, I know you are the kind of person who will work hard without taking credit, but you work so hard and work so much, you must get more wages."

I said seriously to Bourbon, "Brother, don't be too grateful to me."

My senior brother: ...

Brother Bourbon said to me with a half-smile, "Thank you so much."

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