I make a lot of money from vests

Fyodor let go of the foot that was stepping on the ghost's head, and the head struggled to control its direction and wanted to roll into the minced meat.

The blue and white waves mixed with the moonlight split the head in two, and burned it together with the minced meat, and the burning smoke lifted into the air.

Fyodor adjusted the messy cloak slowly, escaped the handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the blood stains on the cloak calmly.

"Tomioka Yoshiyuki who inherited A's inheritance and the position of cadre?" Fyodor's voice was not loud. Although he said interrogative sentences, he was sure who the person who slashed and killed the monster was.

"You know me?" Yuan Yi asked rhetorically.

He had a general impression of Fyodor, but when he recalled carefully, the memory of the short few days he spent with him was like a layer of fog, making it impossible to see or touch.

Many times he has this feeling, especially when encountering the last vest-related matter, the memory will become particularly blurred.

[In order to prevent the intersecting memories of the previous vest and the later vest from affecting the timeline, "Martin Morning" will blur the intersecting memories, you remember general things but forget specific details. ]

Sure enough, he knew that this matter had nothing to do with the system.

"Morning Martin" added a heart-rending sentence.

[I thought you could notice it immediately, but I didn't expect to notice the blur of memory now. ]

Yuan Yi chuckled inwardly: "Contains me?"

[No. ]

"Morning Martin" doesn't speak anymore, the electronic sound fades away, as if it never happened.

The conversation between Yuan Yi and "Morning Martin" in his head lasted only a few seconds.

Fyodor didn't answer Yuan Yi's question, he just raised his head, first glanced at the sun wheel knife he put in the scabbard, and then moved his eyes up to look at his face.

His gaze was like a breeze, without any aggressiveness, but it penetrated into Yuan Yi's skin softly and silently, and he could clearly see every inch of his flesh and blood.

Suddenly a chuckle sounded, and the person who made this chuckle was Fyodor.

"After A's clever suicide, he never imagined that the money and status he possessed would be obtained by a boy with only a little similar blood." Fyodor sighed, "Fate is really playing tricks on people."

Yuan Yi didn't know what to say, just kept silent.

He talked about it, and even attributed these to erratic fate, completely unaware that these were just opened by Yuan Yi.

Fyodor saluted gracefully, and said to him: "Commissioner Tomioka, look forward to our wonderful encounter next time."

Yuan Yi: "..."

If his memory is correct, in a few days he will be robbed of a lot of money by his last vest.

He couldn't remember how the memory was black and white, anyway, Fyodor was a rich Russian guy who was easy to be deceived in his memory.

The round ball fell to the ground, and thick smoke gushed out, obscuring sight.

Yuan Yi immediately covered his mouth and nose, and when the smoke cleared, the place where Fyodor was originally standing was empty.

The loud ringing of the phone suddenly broke the silence.

"I'll be there right away."

Yuan Yi hung up the phone and went to the location of another patrol team that encountered ghosts head-on.

In one night, Yuan Yi killed five or six ghosts.

It is unimaginable that so many ghosts will emerge from the small Yokohama at night.

The number of these ghosts increases every night. After killing one batch, a new batch will appear. If the source of the ghosts is not eliminated, the ghosts will not be cleaned up.

The sun rises in the east, and Yuan Yi goes home on the rising sun.

Yuan Yi slept until the afternoon before waking up. After going out for lunch, he began to look for materials for making weapons for Chuya Nakahara.

First up is the bandage.

The materials for making weapons are enough.

Yuan Yi was stingy and was reluctant to buy expensive bandages. After searching several stores, he finally found a store with discounted bandages.

It is not only Yuan Yiyi who has taken a fancy to the discounted bandages, but also Osamu Dazai who came out of nowhere.

He enthusiastically said, "Commissioner Tomioka, are you here to buy bandages too?"

Yuan Yi replied indifferently: "Yes."

In an instant, Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes became brighter. After years of searching, he finally found a fellow who loves bandages.

Osamu Dazai kept putting bandages into the shopping basket, Minamoto snatched ten bundles from Osamu Dazai with a quick glance.

Genichi protected the shopping basket, and took out the wallet from his pocket. In order to prevent the wallet from being touched by Osamu Dazai again, he held the wallet firmly in his hand, even if there was an earthquake in the next second, he would not let go .

Seeing his cautious behavior, Osamu Dazai smiled helplessly: "I don't want to make money with like-minded partners."

Osamu Dazai's mouth, a deceitful ghost.

Yuan Yi didn't believe it, he looked at the wallet in his hand, not only didn't relax his vigilance, but also clenched the wallet even harder, the leather wallet was pinched in his hand, folded together and squeezed out the creases.

Osamu Dazai took out his wallet from his pocket to pay the bill, and Minamoto saw a few black words written in a pen on the corner of the wallet with sharp eyes.

He turned his head calmly, and saw clearly the words in sharp fonts - Kunikida.

It seems that Osamu Dazai is a habitual criminal who steals wallets.

After leaving the store, Yuan Yi looked around, planning to find a bookstore to buy the latest issue of Jump.

"Morning Martin" has given up struggling, and Tomioka Yoshiyuki is not too outrageous to buy this jump, right?

Who knew Yoshiyuki Tomioka didn't like watching jumps.

"Why are you still following me?" Yuan Yi said helplessly.

Osamu Dazai stepped into the bookstore and said with a smile, "A cadre from Tomioka came to buy books? It's so strange that there are still people who love to read in Mafia at Port Mafia."

Yuan Yi ignored him, but the more he ignored Dazai Osamu, the more he came closer.

I don't know what his purpose is, but I have been wandering around him on purpose.

"Like Tomioka's colleague, the short guy who wears black and wears a hat that lowers Yokohama's overall height. He is just a straw bag, never reads, only knows how to fight and kill, and has no brains."

Yuan Yi understood, Dazai Osamu pestered him just to connotate Nakahara Chuya in front of him.

How much hatred, how much hatred, weren't the two still colleagues?

Even if Osamu Dazai defected, the connotation of Zhongyuanzhong would be too much!

Osamu Dazai asked, "What books do Tomioka officials like?"

Before Yuan Yi could answer, he took out a bright red booklet from the inside of the windbreaker.

In the center of the cover was the outline of a small white coffin, with the words "Total Suicide" written on the four corners.

Osamu Dazai enthusiastically introduced: "I usually like to read this "Complete Suicide Manual" the most. It introduces many ways to commit suicide. So far, I have tried 98 ways."

Yuan Yi asked, "Then why are you still alive?"

Osamu Dazai sighed sadly: "I also want to know why."

Yuan Yi answered him very seriously: "Maybe your life is too hard."

Dazai lowered his eyes, his eyes covered by the falling bangs on his forehead.

The small light in the eyes keeps shrinking, only the last faint light is still supporting.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, a little desolate, and he muttered to himself: "Maybe life is really too hard."

Genichi didn't pay too much attention to Osamu Dazai, he found the bookcase where Jump was placed, and bought the latest issue.

His eyes unconsciously glanced at the girl's manga next door, and he was attracted by the cover of the manga.

On the cover is a beautiful purple-gray woman, holding a tennis racket and leaping to the opposite side.

The woman's long hair was flying, beautiful lights and shadows were beside her, and there was a bright tear mole on her proud face.

In the lower right corner of the cover, there is also a row of cursive characters, which reads - let's indulge in Miss Ben's gorgeous ball skills.

There was an extra man in front of the bookcase. He picked up the girl's manga on the bookcase, tightened his fingers, and printed a mark on the manga.

The man gritted his teeth and almost squeezed out these words: "Nozaki Umetaro, I will buy the publishing house tomorrow!"

Yuan Yi noticed this man, he looked at him for a while, and looked at the manga for a while, repeating this action several times.

Holding the manga, the man said angrily, "What? Are you intoxicated by my grandpa's gorgeous beauty?"

After speaking, he took the manga and strode away.

Yuan Yi glanced at the manga again, wasn't that man just now the real person on the cover of the girl's manga? !

Art really comes from life.

Miraculously, Yuan Yi bought that issue of the girls' manga.

Dazai Osamu saw the subtle expression of the girl in his shopping basket, and he pointed out: "The Tomioka cadre has a wide range of hobbies."

Yuan Yi kept his face paralyzed and didn't say a word, and used his silence to deal with all monsters and monsters.

If it wasn't for Tomioka Yoshiyuki's shell, he immediately said "None of your business" and threw it in front of Osamu Dazai.

When paying the bill, Yuan Yi was a little hesitant to buy this girly manga.

But thinking of the balance in his account and the fact that he would not be able to spend it without waiting for the next vest, Yuan Yi decided to buy it.

He is not short of money!

Genichi left the bookstore, Dazai Osamu was still behind him.

The car that came to pick him up had already parked at the entrance of the shopping mall, Yuan Yi got into the car and closed the door, shutting Osamu Dazai out.

The car window was pulled down, and with Osamu Dazai's astonished expression on his face, Genichi said slowly, "Mr. Dazai, goodbye."

The car sped away, spraying Osamu Dazai with car exhaust.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The people at Port Mafia are, indeed, annoying.

Yuan Yi arrives home and submits the bandages he bought to the system.

He is a rich man now, and he doesn't need most of the materials for making weapons. He just needs to spend money to collect them.

It's just that among the materials for making weapons, there is one that is slightly more difficult to obtain.

How would he get the red wine that his neighbor Nakahara Nakaya treasured?

Throw money?No, the Central Plains is not short of money.

Do what you like?No, he gave Nakahara Nakaya a hat would only make him feel like he was mocking him.

Yuan Yi thought of several plans and passed them one by one.

Damn, why is this dark dwarf so difficult to deal with!

Steal directly?

Yuan Yi stood on the balcony, and it was very easy to flip from the balcony to the next door.

In order to be sure, Yuan Yi also rang the doorbell. After a long time of no response, he confirmed that Zhong Yuan was not at home, so he touched Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye's house through the balcony.

["Martin Morning" reminds you that it is not advisable to obtain the red wine that is also treasured in the Central Plains. I hope you stop it in time and don't go astray. ]

"If I have the brains to think of other ways, can I steal?" Yuan Yi said confidently.

"Morning Martin" couldn't refute that.

The decoration of Zhongye's home in Zhongyuan is completely different from the magnificent decoration style of Yuanyi Villa.

The tone is cold, but the decorations placed are very bold, which is very in line with the character of Zhongya Zhongya.

Yuan Yi found the wine cabinet where Zhong Ye stored wine. There were quite a lot of wine in the wine cabinet, and it was impossible to tell which bottle Zhong Ye liked to use.

The water is steaming, and the soundproofing of the bathroom is very good. Zhong Yuanzhong, who is taking a bath, can't hear the movement outside at all, and Yuan Yi, who is stealing wine, can't hear the water in the bathroom.

The blood stains on his body were washed away, Chuya reached out to grab the towel, and draped it casually on his body.

In his own home, he is not too restrained.

The bathroom door was opened, and Yuan Yi was busy picking out which bottle of wine was from the Central Plains Chuya's collection, and did not pay attention to the faint sound.

"It should be this bottle."

Yuan Yi took out a bottle of red wine with a long list of English letters written on it from the middle of the wine cabinet.

"Tomioka Yoshiyuki? What are you doing at my house?"

Yuan Yi's heart jumped while holding the wine, he put down the wine, turned around slowly, and said calmly: "Zhong..."

He stopped talking abruptly, his pupils constricted.

Zhong also noticed his gaze and quickly gathered up the open towel.

Yuan Yi had a complicated look on his face. He didn't expect that the short Central Plains cadres were not small at all when they shouldn't be small.