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As the leading organization in the world in Yokohama, Port Mafia has a complete clock-in system and perfect attendance rewards. Except for Osamu Dazai who will never get the perfect attendance award, only one person can be specially allowed to commute without clocking in.

That's right, the exception is Ango Sakaguchi, a man who let the rules make way for him, so terrifying!

"Why is Mr. Ango the only one who doesn't need to clock in?" The ignorant low-level employee asked his predecessor.

The senior looked at Ango Sakaguchi who walked out of the port Mafia gate facing the rising sun, and patted the thin shoulder on the back heavily: "Friend, have you ever seen Yokohama at four o'clock in the morning?"

Ango Sakaguchi, a miracle in the history of human evolution, a 24-hour overtime machine that does not require sleep or rest, is the most perfect employee model in the hearts of capitalists.

Today, Ango Sakaguchi unexpectedly asked for a half-hour vacation, and the sister from the personnel department who received the leave slip was shocked, wondering whether this great senior had a terminal illness and was about to go to the operating table.

You know, a month ago, Mr. Ango was writing a report while receiving a drip while having a high fever. Even the unscrupulous boss Mori Ogai couldn't help but personally ask this super-spirited subordinate who would do it to death as long as he couldn't do it.

He actually took half an hour off today!

God, Mr. Sakaguchi must be terminally ill!What, shall we organize a fundraiser for him?

Ten seconds later, Osamu Dazai got the news that "Ango Sakaguchi became a vegetable due to a terminal illness, and everyone crowdfunded to buy a wreath".

Osamu Dazai: Meow meow?

How did Port Mafia become a comedian organization when he didn't know it?Are all his subordinates happy comedians?

Ango Sakaguchi didn't know anything about it, just as Osamu Dazai still doesn't know why his subordinates suddenly fell in love with crepes.

"Ango, here, here~" Dazai Osamu hugged his little rabbit as always, bouncing and waving like a 16-year-old JK.

The three of them walked down the street side by side.Ango Sakaguchi and Sakunosuke Oda who were with Osamu Dazai were not like his friends, but like his two fathers.

"Only Oda Saku is handwritten." Dazai Osamu stretched out his claws, "I want to see, I want to see."

Yesterday when Osamu Dazai was writing, Ling Ling sneaked to Sakunosuke Oda and Ango Sakaguchi to read the manuscript in advance, and when he came back, he smiled like a sand sculpture, which made Osamu Dazai very curious.

"No, no, it's more unexpected to keep a little bit of mystery." Ling Ling waved his hand to reject Osamu Dazai's request for a spoiler, and squatted on the spot silently hahahaha, making the little black dog laugh silly.

Osamu Dazai was so curious that he scratched his lungs and wanted to use his superb fishing experience to steal Oda Sakunosuke's manuscript along the way.

"It's not interesting." Oda Sakunosuke said honestly, "I'll be at the magazine soon, let's read it after I sit down."

Yokohama Magazine accepts both electronic and paper submissions.In order to make the debut of the rascals more harmonious, Osamu Dazai dragged Ango Sakaguchi to bring his own USB flash drive to the magazine for an interview with the editor.

"Only half an hour, Dazai-kun." Ango Sakaguchi stared at his watch, "I only took half an hour off."

"It's okay, it's okay," Osamu Dazai waved his hand, "I'll go to the HR department and tell you that Ango's perfect attendance award is absolutely fine."

No, not this question, Ango Sakaguchi covered his heart.

Because he worked too much overtime, Mori Ogai's full attendance bonus every month would be doubled to him.Ango Sakaguchi, as a sophomore who secretly works two jobs, is not short of wages.

He is going back to work!I have to make up for the one and a half hours I spent writing yesterday!

Let him go to work!

"I'm the editor of Matsushita. Hello, three teachers." A capable old editor greeted them and invited them to their seats.

Matsushita Ann is the gold medal editor of Yokohama Publishing House. He has read countless articles in his career and has brought many famous writers.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to pick up three rookies who have not made their debut in person, but Dazai Osamu's face is too famous in Yokohama. Matsushita Ann went to pick him up.

Matsushita welcomed the three of them into the living room with the hope of the entire publishing house. He quietly looked at this one of the legendary "double blacks" while feeling anxious.

As an old man who has worked in the industry for decades, Ann Matsushita has been suffering from the exhaustion of the literary world.

Not only the Japanese literary world, but the world's literary world is like a piece of barren withered grass, and the once bright pearls have all come to an end.

"Why are there no literary giants born in this era?" Ann Matsushita thought painfully, he couldn't figure it out!

Look at this young man named Osamu Dazai in front of him. His name sounds like a great writer, but he would rather go to the gangsters than contribute to the spiritual civilization of mankind. How painful it is.

Look at the leader of the port Mafia, Mori Ogai, his name is also very literary!However, he abandoned medicine and went to the underworld. He just didn't write, and he brought his subordinates along with him.

Matsushita An is on the verge of starving to death every day, eagerly sweeping every grain of food.

But even so, Panasonic Ann also has pursuit!He would rather starve to death than eat a bite of pig food!

Manuscripts that can only be published by force and coercion will only tarnish his spiritual granary, Matsushita An clenches his fists, and he swears with his own life that he will never release any unqualified manuscript against his will.

bring it on!You can take his life, but you can't insult his taste!

"I'll go first." Ango Sakaguchi took out the USB flash drive and put it on the table. He wanted to finish it and go back to work overtime.

"Please allow me to read it." Ann Matsushita turned on the computer and clicked on the document sent by Ango Sakaguchi: "Self-cultivation of migrant workers: On the time management and distribution method of overtime and human sleep" Ann Matsushita:? ? ?What the hell?

He couldn't help but wiped his glasses, hesitantly opened it and glanced at it, confused by the technical terminology and data totals on the screen.

"Uh, uh, Mr. Sakaguchi," Matsushita An wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, "I personally suggest that it would be better for you to submit this paper to SCI?"

He can't understand, how can he stop!Are you looking down on their liberal arts students, you unreasonable engineer!

In fact, Ango Sakaguchi, who does more clerical work: "Really? Sorry, I thought this could be used as a popular science book."

No, no one wants to read this paper on time management of 007 workers in their free time. It is too devilish anyway.

"Hey——I think it's quite interesting." Dazai Osamu leaned over and glanced at it, "It's very Ango's style."

"Why don't you try submitting to SCI?" Osamu Dazai suggested, "Mr. Mori should be very happy to give Ango a raise if the manuscript is accepted."

Mori Ogai, a self-proclaimed intellectual, is out of place among a group of dropout children.

While they were talking, Oda Sakunosuke handed the manuscript to Matsushita Ann and said sincerely: "I really hope to get your opinion."

"Mr. Oda, you're welcome." Matsushita An took the manuscript paper with both hands, and first subconsciously glanced at the title: "Code of Education for Scientific Feeding and Healthy Children"

Did you form a group to play with him? !

"As expected of Oda's work, the title is amazing." Dazai Osamu silently peered at the screen, trying not to smile.

Yasushi Matsushita glanced at it, but he didn't see the terrible statistical graph in Oda Sakunosuke's novel. He gave himself courage and continued to read.

With such an outrageous title, its content must also be outrageous...

"Hey!" Matsushita was shocked, and quickly moved her gaze to the beginning again.

The more you look at his expression, the more addicted you become, sometimes thinking, sometimes showing a warm smile.

"The writing style is simple and affectionate, and the simple words describe the ordinary and warm daily life of children. It discusses the education issues of multi-child families with warm brushstrokes. It does not forget the original intention of encouraging children to grow up healthily and confidently under the premise of thought-provoking. Your words are really warm."

Matsushita An sincerely admired: "Is this your first novel? Although the title of the novel made me feel a bit out of sorts, the content is excellent enough to be published in tomorrow's newspapers. It is very good."

"You're amazing." Oda Sakunosuke breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought my writing was too boring."

"Please don't belittle yourself, your work will get better and better." Ann Matsushita encouraged.

He also breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully glanced at Osamu Dazai.

In Matsushita An’s opinion, this famous Mafia member came to Yokohama Publishing House specially for his friends. Now that Mr. Oda’s text has passed the submission, he should be satisfied, right?

Matsushita An was also a little happy. Although it was very difficult for Dazai Osamu to reject the manuscript, for the sake of his professionalism, Matsushita An would not lower his requirements.

Mr. Oda's writing is indeed excellent enough to be published in tomorrow's forum. This is a happy ending for both sides.

"Okay, okay, it's me in the end." Dazai Osamu happily raised his hand, and pushed the USB flash drive to Matsushita's hand, "I'll leave it to Matsushita to edit."

What? !Panasonic An pupil earthquake.

Why are you Mafia executives joining in the fun? Aren't you a famous dropout child in Yokohama!

It's over, it's over, it's over, he thought he had passed the test, but the biggest pitfall was actually waiting for him here.

My lord, his life is over.Remember to buy the tombstone along the coast, and plant a row of sunflowers for him in front of the tomb.

He, Matsushita Ann, is a gold medal editor with backbone!Even if the enemy's gun has been pressed against his temple, he will never relax his request for literature!

With the thought of seeing death as home, Matsushita An opened Dazai Osamu's manuscript.

"Evil Thoughts", author: Shuji Tsushima.

"He even chose a pseudonym for himself, it seems that he is serious." Matsushita's mouth was full of bitterness.

This will be the last text he will read in his life, and he hopes at least there are no typos.

[This is an ordinary and mediocre world, and the differences between human beings are shortened to the minimum. 】【In this world without supernatural powers, people live happily and normally. 】……

"Crack." A bead of sweat rolled down from Matsushita Ann's forehead, soaking his dark suit, leaving an inconspicuous but profound mark.

Supernatural powers are no secret in Japan, especially in Yokohama, where there are many people with supernatural powers.

The vast majority of residents in Yokohama have experienced the dragon head war and understand the terrifying lethality of supernatural beings. They have never imagined whether a world without supernatural powers would be more peaceful and peaceful than it is today, but the established facts shatter people's hearts time and time again fantasy.

No matter how powerful bullets and explosives are, there are always monsters who are absolutely immune to them.

What "Evil Thoughts" depicts is a world without supernatural powers, without those monsters beyond common sense, and the differences between people are minimized by the world consciousness.

However, is there no war, crime and evil in such a world?

No, compared to strength, the human heart is the breeding ground of evil.

"Evil Thoughts" describes exactly such a story.

The writer's words are light, he didn't focus his perspective on one person, but set the stage on the whole world.

Conspiracies, trajectories, sins and desires of human nature are vividly displayed in the text.

"There is no difference." Matsushita An stared at the computer screen and murmured suddenly.

Oda Sakunosuke gave Osamu Dazai a puzzled look: What did you do to him?

Osamu Dazai looked back innocently: I didn't do anything.

"Sorry, Mr. Tsushima, I'm fascinated by it." Matsushita An suddenly recovered.

He bowed his head in shame: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Tsushima, please allow me to apologize for my preconceived contempt."

"I shouldn't draw conclusions because of the teacher's age and status before I read your works. Good literature has nothing to do with age or status. It's better to say that it is your unique experience that can write such amazing stories. story."

Matsushita bowed ninety degrees: "Your work is the most perfect story I have read this year. It will be an honor for the entire publishing house if it can be published in Yokohama Daily. Please choose us!"

"It's okay, it's okay," Osamu Dazai waved his hands with a kind smile, "As long as you don't call me a dropout in your heart, everything is fine."

Matsushita Ann: My life is not long.

"Dazai-kun, don't bully the editor Matsushita." Ango Sakaguchi saw that Osamu Dazai did it on purpose, and this person is sometimes cautious.

"Does Dazai have a pseudonym?" Oda Sakunosuke looked at Matsushita's editor and said "Tsushima-sensei", thinking: "Should I also give myself one?"

"Couldn't it be better to call Oda Tsukuru?" Dazai Osamu said casually, "It's memorable and special."

"That makes sense." Oda Sakunosuke nodded, and he turned to look at Ango Sakaguchi, "Where's Ango?"

"Me? I don't need it." Ango Sakaguchi really wanted to go back to work, "Just use your real name for SCI."

"If the SCI draft is over, can the editor of Matsushita arrange a publication for Ango in the Yokohama Daily?" Osamu Dazai turned to ask Ango Matsushita, "We are a group, at least we have to publish together for the first time."

"No problem." Matsushita An agreed to such a trivial matter, "Then just wait for Mr. Sakaguchi's news, and I will arrange for the three teachers to publish together in the same section."

"Ango, come up with a pseudonym," Osamu Dazai urged enthusiastically, "What should I call it... Ghost glasses, how about it?"

"Please allow me to refuse." Sakaguchi Ango vetoed it.

He is an undercover agent stationed in the port Mafia of the Supernatural Secret Service. If his colleagues saw such a meaningful article written by him in the newspapers, they would probably think that he was abused in the port Mafia, right?

Ango Sakaguchi sighed deeply, "The pen name is to distinguish it from the real name, isn't it? I want a pen name that won't be associated with me at all."

As for the signature of the sci, believe him, the social animals of the Supernatural Secret Service Division don't have time to pay attention to the scientific research community, and they have to wait until they are squatting on the toilet to read the Yokohama Daily News.

Supernatural Secret Service Division, the real headquarters of social animals.Up to the immediate boss, down to the little girl who sweeps the floor, life lies in working overtime, and the work never stops.

"I don't think of Ango's pen name at all..." Oda Sakunosuke thought for a second, and suggested, "Spicy curry rice?"

"Not bad." Osamu Dazai gave a thumbs up.

"...That's it." Ango Sakaguchi lost the strength to complain, "At least it sounds quite appetizing, and suddenly he has the motivation to work overtime."

Dazai Osamu & Oda Sakunosuke & Matsushita An: At this moment, he is still thinking about working overtime. Mr. Ango/Spicy Curry Rice is really a role model for me.

Time flies by like a white horse, and it flies by three times faster.

Early in the morning, some well-meaning Russian picked up this morning's Yokohama Daily.

As usual, he glanced at the headlines on the front page first, and bold and bold words came into his sight: "Let's make a debut, rascals! ——Ms. Shuji Tsushima, Mr. Oda Saku, and Mr. Spicy Curry Rice made their debuts as a powerful reading, and they are not from Yokohama! "The author has something to say: Fei Jia: I am not originally from Yokohama.