There's always someone who thinks about my vests and they're fighting

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhatings of the yhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. , he excitedly pulled Oda Sakunosuke and rushed out, "Oda Sakunosuke, let's go! Don't leave the shopkeeper with a chance to change his mind..."

Even though he was pulled by Osamu Dazai, and he was on a rampage all the way, Oda Sakunosuke still acted very calmly. He led Dazai Osamu to avoid several obstacles with agility.

Amid Dazai Osamu's cheers of "Oda Saku is amazing", Oda Sakunosuke calmly reminded: "Dazai, we can slow down."

"I don't want to~" Dazai Osamu dragged his voice to express his refusal, leaned forward, and made a seductive voice with a mysterious face, "Did you hear that? The curry crab feast is already calling us, Oda Saku~ "

Oda Sakunosuke was caught in a difficult decision. Three seconds later, he decisively chose to compromise for Curry: "Okay."

Therefore, Osamu Dazai took the task of packing two servings of curry crab, called it a field trip, and happily kidnapped Oda Sakunosuke to skip work to eat a feast of curry crab.

In the bookstore.

Ke Xingzhi looked enviously at the two people's backs gradually going away. After a moment of silence, he began to discuss the story behind the 4000 billion with Jonathan Klein.

"Speaking of which, that person today is the leader of the leading war, right? A person with supernatural powers, four years later, with hundreds of billions of property, and enough keywords." Ke Xingzhi pondered.

"Although I thought so too, but..." Jonathan Klein was slightly surprised, "Aren't you going to use your 'supernatural power' to take a look?"

Ke Xingzhi looked serious: "I don't think I should rely too much on my abilities."

Jonathan Klein clicked his tongue noncommittally: "Oh? So you plan to check it yourself?"

Ke Xingzhi looked confident: "There is no need for this. I can basically confirm the accuracy of this news."

Jonathan Klein squinted at Ke Xingzhi with a half-smile.

Ke Xingzhi smiled sheepishly: "Well, when you handed over the property with that person's lawyer, I already checked it with [Collector's Encyclopedia]."

Jonathan Klein had a clear face: "No wonder you looked so dazed at that time."

Ke Xingzhi was thoughtful: "So, will there be a dragon war in four years' time?"

"Who knows?" Jonathan Klein replied casually with a face of indifference, "It depends on whether such a thing as plot correction power really exists."

Ke Xingzhi suddenly lifted his spirits: "...Wait, so, didn't we become the biggest winners in the leading war four years in advance?"

Jonathan Klein silently poured cold water on him: "Maybe he replaced that person as the leader of the war."

Ke Xingzhi stopped, pondered for a moment, and asked, "You also think that the culprit who killed Mr. XXX four years later is the mastermind behind the Dragon Head War, right?"

Jonathan Klein naturally understood who Ke Xingzhi was talking about, but deliberately joked: "You mean Shibusawa Tatsuhiko?"

Ke Xingzhi couldn't help but support his forehead: "Stop making fun of honest people, how many of them are really behind the scenes? Shibusawa Ryuhiko is just a collector with a high vision."

Jonathan Klein retorted casually: "After so many things happened, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is not an honest person."

"Stop talking." Ke Xingzhi showed an indescribable expression, "Although, to be honest, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is indeed not an honest person, but when he is mentioned, I think of the Dead Apple incident where he made Dazai Osamu and Fyodor put on the clothes he made himself, Osamu Dazai asked him what would happen if he didn’t wear them, and he replied that he would cry?”

Ke Xingzhi's expression was complicated and subtle.

Jonathan Klein couldn't help laughing: "Don't have such high demands on a body with supernatural powers. After all, he didn't even have a skull at that time. Who knows how many brains he has left?"

Ke Xingzhi curled his lips in disgust: "Hey, your description is so graphic, it's a little disgusting."

Jonathan Klein chuckled lightly.

Ke Xingzhi thought about it and said, "Speaking of which, is Shibusawa Tatsuhiko still alive? Counting the time, even if he is alive, he won't live for a few years, right? As for his incarnation of supernatural powers, it's just the last bit of obsession. In short , I hope he will let go of his obsessions sooner and be buried in peace as soon as possible."

Ke Xingzhi clasped his hands together and prayed silently: Regardless of whether Shibusawa Ryuhiko is still alive or not, just don't spoil my affairs.

After all, the supernatural ability of "Long Yanjian" is simply a bug. Once the dense fog is released, Ke Xingzhi will definitely be excluded. How can he continue to happily pretend to be a supernatural power user?If you use Mr. Po's vest, you can stay in the fog of "Dragon Yan", but there is already a Mr. Po in this world. If you don't carefully write a background script with Mr. Po's vest, it will easily pass through.

...Ah, it's really too troublesome, it's easier to pray that I don't meet Tatsuhiko Shibusawa.

Ke Xingzhi looked pious: [Fortune favors me], please bless me, Amen.

Just as Ke Xingzhi's thoughts drifted away, Jonathan Klein couldn't help teasing: "I think his incarnation of supernatural powers might not be willing to go to the ground so simply, unless the person who sent him to the ground is someone' the angel who saved him'."

"Leave the angel alone, he's still a child." Ke Xingzhi said helplessly, "Although even I have to affirm Shibusawa Ryuhiko's cooking skills as the number one chef in Wenye, but Atsushi Nakajima is only eight years old this year? I hope He shouldn't encounter a pervert so early..."

"...Ah, that's getting too far away. The topic we're discussing today should be the real mastermind behind the Dragon Head War." Ke Xingzhi naturally turned the topic back.

"So what you want to talk about is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky? That kind Russian?" Jonathan Klein raised his eyebrows with interest.

"...Please call it Fyodor D, or Dostoevsky." Ke Xingzhi was speechless, "Anyway, my instinct tells me that it must be his fault."

"The [Collector's Encyclopedia] obviously told you, right?" Jonathan Klein couldn't help complaining, thinking silently, "I didn't expect that mouse to start a war against dragons so early, but its hands are stretched out. long."

"In the end, Mr. □□ handed over all his property to me. Even Mr. Mouse would not have thought of this, right?" Ke Xingzhi said, his eyes suddenly lit up, "In this way, Mr. Mouse will follow me ?"

Jonathan Klein narrowed his eyes, with a suspicious expression on his face: "Why do I feel that you seem to be looking forward to it? You were still in a trance just now..."

Ke Xingzhi waved his hand nonchalantly: "Now and then, to be honest, I've been quite bored recently. I would be very happy if someone could come and play with me. Especially Mr. Mouse, who is dangerous and charming role. Of course I am looking forward to his arrival with great anticipation.”

Jonathan Klein watched coldly: "Play? Do you think you can play him better?"

"Don't pour cold water on it, Klein." Ke Xingzhi threw a wink at Jonathan Klein, and said with a smile, "I don't need to think about this kind of thing. You know, I am a person favored by the goddess of luck."

Jonathan Klein clicked his tongue, and muttered inexplicably: "Lucky, it doesn't always feel like a reliable thing..."

"It's okay, luck or something, it's just an auxiliary factor." Ke Xingzhi was just saying it casually, and it didn't matter if he was refuted. Mister Mouse seems to be a black hat..."

Ke Xingzhi was not color-blind, and the "black hat" he mentioned obviously did not refer to the soft, snow-white Cossack hat on Fyodor D's head.

"Black hat?" Jonathan Klein thought for a while, and quickly understood Ke Xingzhi's meaning, "You mean the incident where Fyodor D used the computer operating system to control the fall of the white whale? ... Oh, you Want to play with him in the computer field?"

"Bingo!" Ke Xingzhi snapped his fingers and smiled slightly, "I'm a computer genius taught by my brother, not to mention that our information technology is far ahead of here, so, at least in this respect, I think I have an absolute advantage."

Jonathan Klein raised his eyebrows: "Then I wish you good luck in advance."

"Thank you very much." Ke Xingzhi replied with a smile, he pondered for a moment, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "How about we take the initiative to attack?"

Jonathan Klein squinted at Ke Xingzhi: "Be civilized."

"Why am I uncivilized..." Ke Xingzhi was about to retort, but he suddenly realized and paused silently, "...you are so dirty."

Jonathan Klein smiled: "All problems should be traced to the source, so who do you think caused this?"

Ke Xingzhi pretended not to hear, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "Anyway, let's say hello to Mr. Mouse first."

"By the way, Mr. Mouse's Mickey Mouse Clubhouse has its own logo, so I should have one too." Ke Xingzhi fell into deep thought.

"Since Fyodor said 'rats are everywhere,' then," suggested Jonathan Klein with a chuckle, "I think you'll need a kitten as a sign."

"Little cat?" Ke Xingzhi took a blank notebook casually, took out a pencil from the pen holder, quickly wrote and drew on the notebook, and quickly outlined a particularly round image. He studied it carefully for a moment, Turning the page silently, "Ah, this doesn't seem to work, I almost forgot, Fatty Lan seems to be afraid of mice..."

"So, what about the Sanhuamao?...Forget it, let's not touch Mrs. Ci Natsume, it's not easy for him... Wait, Natsume? Teacher?...It's up to you! Teacher Kitty!"

After a while, a plump and smiling lucky cat was outlined on the white paper. The lucky cat stretched out a paw pad, as if asking for money, and its eyes were bent into crescent moons, which looked a little funny , but exceptionally pleasing.

"Although it is also a three-flowered cat, you can tell the difference from Mr. Natsume at a glance." Jonathan Klein glanced at Ke Xingzhi's drawing with a delicate expression, "Should I say that this roundness is worthy of Mr. Cat?"

"Mr. Cat is the fattest... awesome!" Ke Xingzhi looked at the round and smooth lines of Mr. Cat with admiration. Say hello. I think Mr. Mouse will like Mr. Cat."

The author has something to say: I will always love Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky!

Hey, Mr. Mouse still has about two or three chapters left to make an appearance~ Sprinkle flowers in advance~

感谢在2021-05-0121:00:00~2021-05-0420:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 Chidori; 1 Luoyuhe;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: After the rain, the sky is sunny, 5 bottles of Jiu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!