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"Buzzing buzzing——" the phone vibrated on the pillow, and Ling Ling jumped up and down according to the vibration frequency, waving the lala ball energetically.

"The first step in getting up every day is to cheer on the master!" The lively girl's voice rang close to his ears, and Osamu Dazai turned over, trying to suffocate himself in the pillow.

The wake-up bell will never be controlled by the mute button. It was useless for Osamu Dazai to press the button to mute the sound last night. Lingling will give him a pillow dancer today.

Artificial intelligence doesn't need sleep, she's just a ruthless wake-up service machine, dictating evil humans who try to stay in bed with cute cats and cats.

Zero zero, an excellent system loaded with countless audio files, will never be moved by the bone-numbing subwoofer when Osamu Dazai is half asleep, so cold!

"Wake up, if you don't wake up again, I'm going to zoom in." Lingling opened her built-in sound library, and found the .mp3 file Zhongyuan Zhongye got drunk and soared, which she had downloaded through some unknown means.

The volume button went up one by one, and Lingling stepped on the "+" sign. Her innocent face was like a devil. She slowly reached out and was about to press the play button.

"Really, I'm up." Dazai Osamu covered the screen with his hand with a snap, and reluctantly lifted his head from the pillow.

His messy hair is like a fluffy cotton candy, and the way he yawns and rubs his eyes looks like a cat that has been woken up by its owner.

"Good morning, master, the weather today is sunny and breezy, the outdoor temperature is 19~21 degrees Celsius, the lucky sign is Libra, the lucky thing is the sky full of stars, and it's another day full of energy and hope!"

Ling Ling withdrew her sinful hand, and hid the treasured audio at the bottom of the music library. With the most innocent face, she said the cruelest words: "An unfortunate fact: dear master, we have no money."

Not anymore, really not a drop, yesterday's dinner was all boxed lunch at the police station.Mistake, if I knew it, I would pack a copy and put it in the refrigerator, and I could still eat it hot the next day.

Osamu Dazai sat up from the bed like a ghost, he didn't need to use his mobile phone to read, Lingling was reading the recent messages one by one in his ear: "Officer Megure sent a message, according to Mr. Mori's reasoning and on-site evidence, Tanaka Mr. died due to personal grievances and has nothing to do with the owner. He apologized for the arrest yesterday, but hoped that the owner would keep the communication open, because the murderer who killed Mr. Tanaka has not yet been arrested."

"Detectives are very efficient in this world." Osamu Dazai said while putting on clothes on his head, "I solved the case halfway through my lunch box. When will the police in Yokohama learn from it?"

Yesterday, Osamu Dazai, who spent half of his meal at Maori's house, was taken as a suspect in the murder of his "cousin" and went to the police station for an afternoon. By the way, he had dinner at the police station, and was sent back to the haunted house by the police car intact. .

From the beginning of Cengfan to the end of Cengfan, it can be regarded as quite a complete day.

Returning to the haunted house, Osamu Dazai took a bottle of coffee as a gift from the police brother, and opened the file on his phone with a determined face amidst the excited calls. He knocked for hours and almost broke the screen.

Lingling, who was poked countless times by Calvin's master as a table pet, had no complaints about this.She looked at Osamu Dazai with the gratifying eyes of a farmer's uncle looking at the big corn in the field, and only felt that her master was such a kind-hearted, hard-working, reliable, loving and righteous man!

The image of Osamu Dazai in her heart has never been so high!

Relying on the battery life of the coffee, Osamu Dazai barely finished writing the short story he named "Death of the Nameless" before midnight.

He threw the document to Ling Ling Zha Bug, fell face down in the soft quilt and fell asleep for a second, as if he slept until the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and he would not wake up for a long time.

Lingling thoughtfully turned off the lights for the owner, and corrected all typos with one click.She sent the compiled documents to Mihua Magazine, the most prestigious magazine in the mystery fiction world, and ensured that the editor could read Osamu Dazai's submission in the fastest possible time.

"The master's submission has been approved! Editor Maeda asked the master to discuss the matter of publishing in the newspaper today." Lingling called out the red-marked mailbox message to Dazai Osamu, and there was only one message in the empty mailbox except for spam messages and system prompts. An email with the bold "To Mr. Tsushima" in the subject line.

"Where is the appointment?" Osamu Dazai was busy looking for socks in the messy bed, after a while he found a white one and a black one, he pondered for two seconds, and put them on for himself without hesitation.

"In the coffee shop," Lingling folded his arms and looked at the projected menu, and suggested with a serious expression: "This coffee shop serves sandwiches, the owner can wait until lunch before leaving?"

Lingling felt a little sad: in the original world, her master was an extremely rich man who had three bowls of crab porridge, drank a bowl, and threw a bowl away. After coming to another world, she didn’t even have the money to eat fried dough sticks with soy milk. , can only eat and drink everywhere, and Mori Ogai will shed tears of sympathy after knowing it.

"But it's not all my fault, is it?" Lingling muttered.

Before leaving, she gave Osamu Dazai the permission in a weak humanitarian spirit, allowing him to bring a bank card with a small deposit on the road together. This is a special benefit only for the first time traveling to another world!

As a result, Osamu Dazai took out three black cards of Nakahara Chuya with his backhand, and asked Ling Ling with a frenzied face: Can shorties of consumption text messages from other worlds also receive them?If he can't receive it, can't he max out Zhongye's card?

As a person who pushes Osamu Dazai too radically, Lingling's program logic is based on Osamu Dazai as the core, and the most basic principle is to press the manuscript, and everything else is just incidental.

Even so, Ling Ling, who firmly believes that electronic programs have no heart, still feels a dull pain in her conscience. The code of eight honors and eight shame has been turned around countless times in her source code, and she is almost stimulated by her own moral sense.

What did Zhongyuan Zhongye do wrong again!He has contributed so many beautiful poems to the literary world, yet he is persecuted in this world. Where did he go wrong, and you want to harm him like this?

Ling Ling, who still has a conscience, is decisive to open the door to a new world before Osamu Dazai utters more inhuman words.You are not allowed to bring any cards, life in another world from scratch, you can, you can do it!

"So, it's the master's fault that he's hungry." Wearing sunglasses coolly, holding a pipe in one hand, Ling Ling came to the conclusion with a domineering look on his face.

After this incident, she deeply understands a truth: don't sympathize with Dazai, Xiaotuzai is not worthy of sympathy.Cengfan just Cengfan, left and right AI does not need to eat, she is not ashamed.

On the first floor of Maori Detective Agency, Poirot Café, Toru Amuro held a tray with one hand, and delivered the two cups of American and signature sandwiches ordered by the guests to the table.

"Your meal, please take your time." He put down the small sugar box piled with sugar cubes, and looked at the new faces he hadn't seen before.

It's not a brand new face either. The cosplay lover whose face was covered by a bandage was taken away by a police car once today.Toru Amuro temporarily contacted his acquaintances in the police station and learned that the case was actually related to the Black Organization.

Tanaka Taro is an outsider of the organization, and he is usually responsible for laundering money for the organization.It may be that too much money passed by made him gradually dissatisfied, and recently he was not doing well, so Qin Jiu simply ordered to kill the disobedient, the executioner Chianti.

Osamu Dazai is Taro Tanaka's only remaining "relative" and his only heir to the estate.

The problem is that almost all of Taro Tanaka's property is related to the Black Organization. Once Osamu Dazai inherits these, the organization will definitely send someone to contact him.

Toru Amuro has seen too many people who were killed by the organization at will, and he doesn't want to see innocent people being involved in the disputes in the other world.

Look at this innocent young man, he looks so weak and harmless, with so many bandages wrapped around his body, he looks like a poor man who will be blackmailed by gangsters while walking on the road.

In the face of such a weak and vulnerable group, the righteous heart of a public official prevents him from sitting by and watching them go astray!Watch him operate in secret!

Osamu Dazai stirred the sugar cube in the coffee with a small metal spoon, and naturally found out that someone was watching him with his keenness.

That secret gaze first looked secretly, then gradually became full of pity, and the light of righteousness shot straight into the sky, Dazai was puzzled by seeing it, and couldn't help touching the bandage on his face.

He... won't be regarded as a disabled person, will he?Are people in this world so easy to deceive? In the port of Mafia, only honest people in the Central Plains will be fooled!

A world full of slug brains, thank you Osamu Dazai.

"What's the matter, Mr. Tsushima, are you dissatisfied with the contract?" Teruki Maeda asked with trepidation.

Before he came, he did not expect Mr. Tsushima to be such a young man, he seemed to be a minor (but his ID photo showed that he was an adult), and the bandages all over his body made Teruki Maeda worried, afraid of his beloved teacher Got an incurable disease.

He didn't underestimate Dazai Osamu because of his handsome and harmless face. As a writer, Teruki Maeda firmly believed that words could express a person's inner world.

Mr. Tsushima must be a great writer to be able to write a work with such philosophical and literary connotations as "Death of the Nameless".

The thoughtful thoughts hidden between the lines fear that he will still tremble when he thinks about it now. This teacher must have the ability to read people's hearts!

"There is no problem with the contract." Osamu Dazai looked up and smiled, and signed his name on the contract.

The contract Maeda Teruki won for him was beyond imagination. The intern editor tried his best to keep Osamu Dazai with him, and for this he showed the greatest sincerity.

"Ms. Tsushima's words hit my heart deeply!" Talking about this incident, Teruki Maeda couldn't hide his excitement, "I will try my best to get the best page for my teacher!"

The higher the achievements of Osamu Dazai, the closer he is to the position of the gold medal editor. As a new intern who was oppressed in the publishing house, his network may not be as wide as that of his predecessors, but he must have put in more effort and energy than them!

"You just do your best to promote things," Osamu Dazai said indifferently.

One person alone is worth tens of millions of sailors, and she can even invade the big screen in Times Square to push Osamu Dazai's works to New York residents. Even if Rice Flower Publishing Press deliberately suppresses Osamu Dazai's manuscript, she still has a way.

Osamu Dazai doesn't care how widespread the social repercussions of "Death of the Nameless" are. He wrote this novel specifically for one person to read.

"I hope that person can see my 'good intentions'," Dazai Osamu thought leisurely, "It's not in vain that I stayed up until the early morning, and my fingers hurt."

After getting the manuscript fee, go buy a computer. Typing on a mobile phone is too laborious.

"Teacher, do you have any inspiration for your next work?" Maeda Teruki consciously settled the bill for the two of them. He collected the paper contract and prepared to leave and return to the magazine. Before leaving, he was full of anticipation from book fans asked a question.

"I'm writing, I'm writing." Dazai Osamu casually perfunctory without changing his face, and dealt with the little editor who was worried about his mother.

"The manuscript fee from the publishing house will not arrive in the account in a few days. The only money that can be directly used now is Taro Tanaka's inheritance... Zero sauce, although the police have not completed the formalities, but these are already my property. It shouldn't be against your rules to give me some of it?"

Osamu Dazai asked while biting the sliced ​​beef in the sandwich, he missed the computer so much, he didn't want to hold his small mobile phone and tap on it all day long.

Lingling nodded: "No violation, if the master wants, you can take all of them——Ah, oops, we seem to be one step too late."

Ling Ling's cheerful voice turned straight down. She scratched her head and looked at the "Balance 0" displayed on the screen. She looked up at the master who had a little expectation for life outside the screen, and said very regretfully: "Master, you originally You can be a millionaire and someone will take your cheese."

Osamu Dazai gnawed the sandwich slowly and stagnantly, and he evoked a dangerous smile without emotion: "Who did it?"

"The Japanese police stationed in black is an undercover agent, code-named Bourbon, real name Fuguya Rei, pseudonym Amuro Toru." Ling Ling stood on tiptoe and pointed in the direction of Osamu Dazai.

"It's the wage earner behind you who cleans the table."