Bungo Playing Game

Staying in a place where a certain character often appears will increase the probability of meeting the other party.

After Hasumi laid the bedding in the library all night, the next morning, Hasumi was kicked out by the uncle who came to open the door of the library.

What a ruthless uncle.

Hasumi, who had at most three days' food money on him, stared at the uncle for a long time with that kind of resentful eyes, and then was scared away like a timid mouse and went to a place where the uncle could not see.

Hey, he is a clown who is intimidated by other people's eyes.

This canned crabmeat with sliced ​​bread served as a young man for breakfast and lunch. When the library was temporarily closed for lunch break, he was invited to sit in.

It was the deputy director of the library, a middle-aged man with a red mole resembling a matchmaker's mole in the center of his forehead.He looked like a stranger, but he invited Lian Jian to sit inside.Anyway, there is a conspiracy in it.

The black-haired young man looked at the other party timidly, trying to see some conspiracy from the other's stern face.He claims to be a clever genius who can see through other people's hearts, but the man's face is like a fortified wall, Renjian didn't see anything.

Facing the man, he subconsciously took two steps back.

"It's an invitation from 'that'. "The other party lowered his voice above those two words.

That... who is that?Renjian was a little confused.He backed out again to look at the name of the library, this is not a central library...

Tsujimura Fukatsuki is the only one who refreshes regularly in the basement of the library.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki here does not refer to the blue-haired female agent of the Secret Service, but the mother of the other party, the chief of the Secret Service who died in feigned death not long ago, Tsujimura Fukatsuki.Hiding in the darkness, or, the original creator of the darkness.

After half pushing and half pushing, Hasumi followed the deputy curator in.The opponent took the lead, and he followed behind the man.When the two walked through an untouched passage, all the lights went away from them.Hasumi fell into complete darkness, the brightest thing in the world was his shiny dark eyes that did not seem to be alive.

I don't know how long I walked.For a long time, or for a short while.People's senses are infinitely magnified in the dark, and as a result, many people will lose the concept of time and space.

When the overhead lights came on, Hasumi could no longer see the shadow of the main entrance hall.In front of him is a spiral possession, the kind with no end in sight.

"The adult is waiting for you below. Don't act rashly, your every move will be monitored by us."

The darkness is full of well-trained agents and killers.Hasumi sensed it keenly.

Sure enough, it was Tsujimura Mitsuki.The other party concealed the truth that he was still alive from the public, turned from the front stage to the backstage, and secretly manipulated the affairs of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

But who is this Tsujimura Mizuki now?The one I've seen before, or the one in the home world?

Hasumi walked down the long spiral staircase sadly, praying in his heart.It would be better for him to face Mizuki Tsujimura, be it "Nakajima Atsushi" or "Ayatsuji Xingren", but why should it be him?

Under the pressure of emotions as big and heavy as a mountain, Hasumi reached the bottom with great difficulty.The ground floor is made up of layers of bookshelves, row after row, column after column.The underground is wider than expected.

And the tables are lined up as usual on the floor.

Hasumi didn't see anyone at the table, and when he was about to walk up the stairs to take a look, there was a new movement on the stairs beside him.

"I'm here." The elegantly dressed woman with white strands in her hair slowly got up.She was holding a copy of "The Strange Story of Embryos" by Shan Bai Chaozi.In fact, Shanbai Chaozi is Yiyi's pen name, and he changed his pen name to write this kind of fantasy story.

Hasumi bowed deeply towards the other party.The high-ranking woman nodded slightly towards the young man. She walked to a row of bookshelves and stuffed the strangely covered "Embryon Stories" back into its original place.

"I heard from Tsujimura that you have missions."

She also said this...

The black-haired young man put his hands in his hands and said the word "mission" in his mouth.Task task, when will he finish it... I really don't want to write it, I really want to delay the draft for the rest of my life.

"As an outsider, I naturally don't have the ability to intervene. However, I can naturally help with some small favors."

She probably imagined an organization.Lianjian thought.

"Missions, missions, it would be great if there were no missions in the world." Missions are hell, and taking a break means climbing up to the Paradise of Paradise above along the spider's thread.

"I really want to be lazy too." Tsujimura Fukatsuki said with a slight smile. "But there is no other way, it's all for... Love & Peace."

Hearing such words from the other party's mouth, Hasumi was in a daze.I always feel that these words are separated from the other party by an era.

"My daughter would not say such a thing, it feels quite amazing."

It's pretty amazing.Ren Jian thought in his heart, but he said something else.

"Is there anything you want me to do?" He just laid his bed at the door and took a nap, and did nothing else.Even if it is... No, a guy like him can't do anything, he's a complete waste.Calling him trash might be too flattering, Ren Jian's evaluation of himself is sometimes quite low.Of course, sometimes it will be extremely high, and this must be judged according to the situation at the time.

"I just heard that you were sleeping outside the library. Why didn't you go home? Can't you go back?" The woman had laugh lines at the corners of her eyes when she laughed. She was old and no longer young.She used to be a heroic beauty.

Hasumi thought of what he had done, and he didn't even have the ability to lament aloud.He had an incomprehensible expression, but in fact, he was thinking in his heart what would happen if someone found out.

It is borrowing and living in someone else's house, and has been living in it until now.The money is also the other party's.After all, nothing is your own.

I am a lonely ghost...

Tsujimura Fukatsuki didn't say he was pitiful, she was reading another book.She likes ghost stories and the like.The same goes for suspenseful reasoning."Tsujimura Fukatsuki" is the one who worships Ayatsuji and took the current pseudonym.

"Then you want to live with me?" she asked.

If it was Jianzi, Zhenzhen, Liangzi, Renjian might agree to go home with them all at once.But now standing in front of him is Tsujimura Mizuki.

Director of the Supernatural Secret Service.

Hasumi, who is afraid of power and powerful women, can't help feeling timid in his heart.

"No need... Well, if possible, I want to find a place where I can concentrate on writing." The young man put forward his own idea.As Tsujimura Fukatsuki said, she can still help with some small favors.

"Aren't there many places like that?" Tsujimura Mizuki kept smiling.Another meaning of this sentence is, "It's just that you don't want to write it."

Although it was not directly exposed, Hasumi still felt the nitrogen gas left in the broken balloon blowing in his heart.

He was seen through again.

The women are indeed warrior-like figures.

"Do you really need my recommendation?" The smiling Tsujimura Fukatsuki made Hasumi step back.Once he falls into an unfamiliar environment, he will turn back into the soft and pitiful hedgehog he was at the beginning. Other hedgehogs are full of rows of spikes. A thorn that pierces.

"No...no need..." Lian Jian broke out in cold sweat.

Tsujimura, who got a copy of "Ugetsu Monogatari", nodded to Hasumi again.

"Then you can rest nearby. If you want to go back, go up the stairs, and someone will take you out."

Ren Jian was flattered by this honorific title used by the woman.He didn't dare to move. He rested on the spot for a while, read the novel beside him for a while, and when he started to feel hungry again, he quietly climbed the stairs and went outside.

It seems that it's Tsujimura Fukatsuki's office hours too.There is a pile of freshly baked documents on the table.

Hasumi returned to the ground and got an envelope from the deputy curator.He squeezed the envelope and didn't dare to read it. He opened the corner of the envelope and looked at it after he went out.

Sure enough, it was money.If you compare it with your fingers, it will probably reach the knuckle of your thumb.

I was given money again...

The youth did not return at all.After thanking him weakly, he stuffed the money seal into the inner pocket of his kimono.He never refuses and accepts gifts from others time and time again.If things go on like this, won't you owe more and more favors?Even if I borrow money from my brother, I will feel guilty in my heart.

Whoever you borrow money from is the same.

But this is not borrowed money from someone, it was given to him by someone else.

Hasumi, who was carrying a sum of money from Tsujimura Fukatsuki, originally thought about renting some places such as study rooms, but after going around twice, he went home in despair.

"Did you run away from home?" As for Hasumi's behavior of not returning overnight, Luna classified it as "running away from home".After all, he didn't come back for a whole day, and this day included a night.

"Did you stay at someone's house at night?"

At this point, Luna shouldn't be inside the house, she should be outside.But when Renjian sneaked home secretly, he ran into each other face to face... It was so embarrassing.

Luna was wiping the stains on her face with a handkerchief, it was some colored liquid.

"In short, where to go next time, leave a message."

Luna has also become a strong woman.Lianjian thought.

His sensitive heart felt that the other party seemed to care about something.

"Did you meet anyone?" Lian Jian asked.

Luna shook her head.

"I always feel that who I might meet next... I don't know." She couldn't figure it out herself, but she had a subtle thought in her heart.It seems that soon, she will meet the person she wants to meet.

The envelope containing the money in Ren Jian's arms was heavy, and he didn't dare to tell Luna this time.

He was helped by another woman again.It was his only thought.

Maybe he should get used to it too.

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After everything fell silent, the three experts in conjuration and the girl detective looked at each other.