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How can there be no part in the great joy of seeking power and usurping the throne!

Fearing that the world will not be in chaos, the AI ​​will be excited for a moment. She lowers her voice in a dignified way, and quietly "conspires" with Osamu Dazai: "Usurpation! This is an enduring and super-popular subject of conspiracy novels! I absolutely I will support the master, please use me to your heart's content!"

No, he doesn't intend to write extremely hot-blooded literature. A long novel with several million words will break his handwriting. It means that writing short detective stories is Dazai Osamu's biggest compromise to Zero Zero.

Zero Zero: The reasoning story is very short? More than 1000 episodes of "Detective Conan" to learn about.

No matter what Osamu Dazai wants to write, he is very satisfied if he is willing to write zero zero.

Human beings are always compromised. If you ask him to write millions of words, he will definitely not do it, but if he changes his mind, he will agree to write hundreds of thousands of words. ——By Lu Xun, who knows that the essence of human beings is Zhenxiang, is not discouraged at all. She is full of motivation to call out the information of the core members of the black organization and display it on the public screen.

Each file has everything from birth date to zodiac blood type motto, and the details are so much better than the respondents themselves that they know themselves, which can be called the ace tracking model of the Stoka world.

Osamu Dazai looked at several G files and Ling Ling, who was standing next to the files and stared at him begging for praise, painfully realized that he had to stay up all night and study hard again tonight.

The third year of high school is not as hard as him. Is this how people live?

"Zero sauce, what is the principle of classification of [real wine] and [fake wine]?" Osamu Dazai flipped through the file roughly, and found that the personal information was divided into two categories by Zero.

"Why is there so little real wine?" Dazai Osamu pondered for a while, "Could it be that the Black Crow Winery Co., Ltd. not only evaded taxes, but also mixed water in the wine?"

Tsk, what kind of unscrupulous and black-hearted merchants are defrauding consumers.

"No." Lingling waved his hand mysteriously, "[Fake wine] is an undercover agent of the White Organization in black, and the police, FBI, and CIA have everything you need."

"Black Crow Winery Co., Ltd. employs a large number of international talents, and the composition of the internal talent market can be called the Baidao Encyclopedia. These days, the Baifang organization that is not undercover in the winery can't stand up in front of its peers!"

Police: We have undercover agents in the winery, be afraid!

FBI: So do we!I am stronger than you, although there is only one on the surface, but the CIA undercover is now ours, so I ask you if you are afraid!

CIA: Upstairs is so shameless!Bring back our elite female agent!

Don't fight any more, everyone is a young boy, and you can make money by being kind.

Osamu Dazai compared the file sizes of [Fake Sake] and [True Sake], and fell into contemplation under the order of magnitude difference.

There are too many [-]-year-olds in this organization, right?Is it the legendary Erwuzai pilgrimage site?What's going on, as a professional underworld insider, he has never seen such an outrageous organization!

How does their immediate boss do things?Pointing at the highest point of morality.jpg The most outrageous thing is not the large number of black-clothed gangsters, but an astonishing fact discovered by Osamu Dazai: The GDP of the entire organization is almost all earned by these undercover agents from outside. Can you believe it?The real members of the black organization have done nothing serious except beat their own people.

Chianti, Cohen, legendary snipers, guns and headshots who only shoot their own people, target machines without emotion; Belmode, a female star who is not doing business, is like a mother to Conan, half-fake and half-fake ;Vodka, gin's driving boy, apart from driving a good car, is useless except for being an old driver, standard iron and simple.

Finally, gin, yes, a rare serious person.Organize model workers, do all kinds of chores, and go to various battlefields 24 hours a day, which makes people deeply worried about how many bottles of Bawang shampoo he needs to keep his soft hair.

It is indeed the most promising multinational company in the world, and it really makes people see no glimmer of hope.

"Well," Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand to scratch on the screen, lines of text came into his pupils, "Have you ever seen the leader of the Black Organization Renye Karasuma, whose members are only gin, rum, and Belmode?"

That's much easier to handle, the more people hide their heads and show their tails, the more quietly they can die.

Osamu Dazai thought casually, he thought how amazing the leader's prestige in the organization was.An organization that is undercover on a large scale and whose middle-level and lower-level personnel know nothing about the leader, let alone an organization that is impenetrable, may be eaten up by ants.

"However, it's really difficult for me alone." Dazai Osamu glanced at his diamond count, 1665 diamonds, and he can do another ten in a row.

"Is the master going to draw a card?" Lingling was teasing the dog with a shell, seeing Osamu Dazai's gaze on the [In short, it's cheating Krypton] card pool, and immediately stood up happily.

Undecided quantum mechanics, there is nothing that can't be done by drawing cards. If one ten-game fails, another ten-game will come.

What?You say diamonds are not enough?Krypton!

If there is no built-in recharge, then the liver!First write a 10,000+ word short story submission, as soon as the manuscript is approved, she will immediately earn diamonds, which guarantees that it will be sent faster than the manuscript fee.

Ling Ling looked at Osamu Dazai with prickly eyes, full of anticipation for his master's ambition.

Osamu Dazai saw zero expectations, this love was too heavy for him to bear.

Will write, no more, he will stop tomorrow.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, Dazai Osamu changed the subject nonchalantly, determined to use the lack of inspiration as a reason to drag to the deadline stipulated by Zero Zero.

"Speaking of which, Zero-chan hasn't told me what the bone biscuit is for?" Osamu Dazai looked at the three flat boxes stacked in the corner, "Zero-chan said before that Cerberus was specially tuned to protect me, could it be Can it come to reality?"

The modern criminal investigation drama turns into a magical urban supernatural film in seconds, with a sudden change in style.

"Yes," Lingling admitted generously, "Every time you summon Black Soil to reality, you need to feed it a box of bone biscuits. There are three boxes here, and you can summon it four times in total."

"Four times?" Osamu Dazai repeated inexplicably, "Are you mentally handicapped even with the built-in calculator?"

Can the AI ​​in his family still do it? It can count wrongly within ten, and if she asks her to go to the street to buy a vegetable, she will probably sell herself.

"Hey! What is the impolite thing the master is thinking about?" Ling Ling put his hips on his hips dissatisfied, "My basic program is completely fine, absolutely fine, absolutely fine! Don't insult my professionalism as a generation of legendary AI!"

She was angry, and she needed the master to coax her back again today.

"Although the black soil looks stupid," Ling Ling bent over and picked up the bean-eyed three-headed hell dog, "but it is a creature of the underworld after all, and backstabbing the owner is a traditional skill."

"I'll eat you if I don't give you any biscuits." Lingling said the scariest words in the cutest tone, "When all three boxes of bone biscuits have been eaten, it's okay to call again with the awareness of feeding a dog with your body." .We have always been humane, perpetually reserving the right to kill masters and enemies alike."

No need, it hurts half to death when you hear it, the dog is indeed the source of evil and terror, and it has a very bad compatibility with him.

Heitu let out a groan, showing his baby teeth like sprouts, and stuck out his tongue at Osamu Dazai naively, with a silly look on his face.

Is this thing really such a tall creature as the gatekeeper of the underworld?Osamu Dazai was very suspicious.

The pet of the mentally retarded AI is also mentally retarded, which is reasonable, and if he is serious, he loses.

"Do you want to draw a card? Do you want to draw a card?" Lingling quickly connected to the WIFI at the police station, and the moment Dazai Osamu tapped on the card pool, festive music played simultaneously.

"Good luck, I wish you good luck~ Good luck brings joy and love! Good luck, good luck for us..."

The festive tone of "Good Luck Comes" filled the whole room, Osamu Dazai shook his hand, and tapped the button for ten consecutive draws.

[R·Crayon Shin-chan’s toilet paper], [R·bald hair set], [R·Nakahara Nakaya & Mori Ogai’s women’s clothing photo]... One by one R cards flashed across Osamu Dazai’s line of sight, seeming to be mixed in something strange.

In the end, the guaranteed bottom SR clicked and stayed in the center of the screen, nakedly mocking Zero Zero’s naive idea of ​​trying to use metaphysics to change his fate: If you are not a chief, you are not a chief. Resign yourself to your fate, stupid AI!

Unhappy, he stopped the BGM, and started Taobao's dying struggle to place an order for transshipment crystal bracelets and master consecrated yellow talismans.

As a scientific creation, Ling Ling firmly believes in the power of metaphysics, and the probability of drawing cards is deceiving!The failure to ship is due to bad hands. You must bathe and burn incense and pray devoutly before drawing cards next time.

Do your best to obey the destiny, everything depends on human effort, let her go!

Osamu Dazai didn't believe in metaphysics, and he would never admit that his face was black. He wiped his fingers and clicked on the card hovering in the center of the screen.

【sr·big director】

The black peaked cap is on the top of the head, the cool pipe is in his mouth, the zeros on the card face are leaning lazily on the huge slate, and no one loves wearing sunglasses.

Additional attributes: [Box Office Miracle]

"Hey, is it actually this card?" Lingling probed to look, quite surprised, "This card is more suitable for the master's work to be used for film and television after publication, and it's too early to draw it now."

The current Dazai Osamu is a down-and-out writer Dazai Osamu who has not yet been able to submit an article through the magazine, [SR·Big Director] belongs to the light of the future literary world-Niu Colu·Zaizhi!

Osamu Dazai groaned twice, as if he was thinking about something, and didn't respond to Ling Ling's words.

The card gave him an imperfect idea, something adventurous, but very, very interesting.

The experience of being in Mafia for many years has affected Osamu Dazai to some extent. He is good at catching the enemy by surprise, but what is more handy is the gorgeous, explosive, and horrifying big scenes.

"Mafia wasn't such a low-key organization in the first place." Osamu Dazai muttered, his heart ready to make trouble.

The only thing he was sure of was that Ling Ling would be more excited and impatient than him when he heard about his plan.

The gathering of two naturally rebellious people is bound to turn the world upside down.