I'm Knotweed, I called the police

What would you do if the person who was full of killing intent towards you and wanted to put you to death suddenly loved you so much that he couldn't help himself?

What the knotweed did was: Kick the man to the ground, control his movements, and skillfully call the Supernatural Secret Service Section.

"Hey, yes, it's me again. The location is in front of No. X on XX Street. Visually, it is a moderately aggressive superhuman who just killed someone. Please send someone over to take it away."

"Please don't believe the lies of the prisoners. I have never been in love with them."

"Okay, I will pay attention to safety. You have worked hard too. There seem to be a lot of crimes recently."

After finishing the phone call with the operator, Hu Zhangyou sighed and walked towards his part-time job.

This is already the seventh supernatural criminal she accidentally caught this week.

And it's only Wednesday afternoon.

In the early summer, the cicadas were singing, and in a place where few people came, only one customer came to the seafood arbor for half a day.

"Guest, you have been fighting with this crab for an hour, doesn't your hand hurt?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes to the girl who was talking to him.

The girl looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a light blue hoodie, with clear eyes, long and curly eyelashes near the end of her eyes, kind of cute like a cat.

The lovely girl sat firmly on the small bench and watched him fight with the crab for a whole hour without asking him what he was doing or whether he would buy it or not.

Yokohama is indeed full of strange people.

"pain."

He held his bleeding hand caught by the crab in his mouth, and acted coquettishly to a stranger who was not much older than him.

"So it really hurts. I thought it was my illusion. You didn't actually feel the pain."

The girl's voice of sudden realization made someone stay in place by relying on her face and being cute and omnipotent.

Osamu Dazai: "Isn't it normal to feel pain?"

"It's normal." Knotweed Yu took out alcohol, cotton balls and gauze from the small box next to the stool, took his hand and treated the wound for him, "These things are for people who will feel pain after being caught by crabs .”

After bandaging, she went to catch the group of crabs that were not in good spirits and put them in another basin containing crabs, and then poured out the basin of water that was stained red by his blood and replaced it with a new one. water, and then catch those crabs and put them back without landing.

His movements are quick, his expression is very peaceful, and he doesn't seem to have any complaints.

But it just makes people feel guilty.

"I'm sorry," Dazai Osamu tugged at her sleeve, "Although I really want to say that I bought these crabs as an apology, but I don't have any money, and the doctor said that if I gave it to me, I would lose it, so I just don't give it to me."

The head of the port mafia has been crying over the financial report for a whole week, and even said that it is annoying to see him.

"These crabs really don't seem to be suitable for further sale."

The girl scratched her hair, ran into the store, and ran out after a while to start tying crabs.

Don't pay attention to his meaning.

Osamu Dazai stood by with his lips pursed and watched her tidy up the crabs. She held the big crab that he touched and gave him the pincers with one hand, while her other hand held the straw rope and tied it flexibly.

It is simply a contemporary crab Shih Tzu.

"These are the ones that beat you the most, so I'll share them with you...these are cuter, so I'll take them home and eat them." After tying the crabs into a string and handing them to Osamu Dazai, Knotabayu hesitated and said, " According to the boss, it’s not stable recently, you’d better not go out alone.”

Even though the child doesn't look normal, he still feels pain.

Osamu Dazai took the crab with a dazed expression: "Oh, ok."

"Then goodbye." Hu Zhang waved his hand, intending to go home from the other side.

Him: "Wait a minute—"

The girl stopped and looked back at him.

Dazai Osamu: "Sister, you gave me all the crabs, why don't you come home with me and help me cook?"

She: "Your behavior of disturbing people's business, taking things for nothing and asking others to help you process the ingredients, you will be scolded hundreds of floors on the forum, do you know?"

"So why?"

"You look like you need coaxing."

So I coaxed a bit.

Osamu Dazai: "Then at least say something deceptive."

"If you eat crabs before five o'clock, you can get extra satisfaction." She vowed, and disappeared like the wind.

It's not an exaggeration, the general wind may not be as fast as her.

Dazai Osamu glanced at the time in a strange way, and found that if he went back now, he could indeed eat crabs before five o'clock.

Between going to talk to the store manager and going back, he chose the latter.

But unfortunately, no one cooks for him.

Mori Ogai, who was trying to see a happy number from the financial report, asked him to write the review of the mission that did not go out first, Nakahara Nakaya, who did the mission for him, told him to go, and Ozaki Koye, who was interrogating the prisoner, asked him if he wanted it Use the tools there to deal with the crabs first.

"You people, can't you coax me, who is still a child? Really, there is no friendship at all."

Now even Guangjin Liulang who was passing by cast a speechless gaze.The grave of the last one who tricked Osamu Dazai into a child was three feet high.

In the end, he went to the cafeteria by himself to have the crabs steamed and eaten with the extra spicy chili sauce brought by Oda Sakunosuke.

Eating crabs that I fought with myself is really satisfying.

Unsurprisingly, Osamu Dazai was so hot that he cried and coughed hard.Oda Sakunosuke handed him water.

"Odasaku, what kind of person are you talking about, who would say 'It is said that Yokohama is not safe recently' in this situation?"

The commotion caused by the appearance of 5000 billion in Yokohama made many streets paved with blood.

Selling aquatic products quietly in that kind of corner is barely understandable, but it's strange that they are so slow that they don't notice the harsh environment.

"Maybe you're living in a disordered environment."

And Yokohama has such a place with distinctive regional characteristics.

Late night, slums.

Hu Zhang lay leisurely on the bed, and heard the sound of the water next door, from tick tock to splash.

Everything is still, only the sound of water flowing, and gradually people feel that the water is flowing by, accumulating a damp and cold feeling in the body.

Probably the water pipe was dismantled and taken out to fight. When I came back, it couldn't be installed, so I took a basin to catch it.

The rushing water sounded for less than a minute, and the sound of slippers rubbing heavily against the ground came from next door. After a while, the sound of water changed to ticking again.

She listened to it over and over for a long time, followed by the sound of changing the water for the third time, and the sound of the master beating and scolding the child.The rough and high-pitched voice could be heard clearly in the neighborhood, and some curses could be faintly heard, which disappeared after he opened the window and cursed back.

People who can own a residence on this street and raise children are of course not easy to mess with.

Unable to bear it any longer, Hu Zhangyou suddenly sat up from the bed, opened the window and jumped onto the balcony next door, and kicked open the cemented door of the balcony.

People in the house:! ! !

The little boy who had been covering his mouth and enduring the pain and crying silently hiccupped.

After a moment of panic, the sloppy and greasy middle-aged man suddenly slapped the boy on the face, smiled at her carelessly and said, "I'm sorry, this kid was crying too much and disturbed you to sleep, my dear!" teach him a lesson."

As he spoke, he raised his hand high again, and it was about to fall on the little boy's face.

Knotweed kicked him in the abdomen, kicked him to the ground, hit the back of his head on the table and passed out.

The little boy hiccupped again as he watched the scene.

"The water pipes in your house are too noisy. Tell him tomorrow. If you can't fix the water pipes again, I will move them out."

As she spoke, she entered the bathroom skillfully and repaired the plumbing with her bare hands.

She has repaired this water pipe at least twenty times, so it's no wonder she's not proficient.

After repairing the water pipes, the knotweed breathed a sigh of relief, and jumped back to sleep from the balcony.

This time I fell asleep smoothly.

The next day is Thursday, a Thursday.

Knotweed is going to find a job selling fruit.

The gunfire on the street seemed to be more intense than yesterday, so today I still found a job after walking to a very corner or even a dangerous place.

After performing a difficult fruit carving for the boss, the knotweed was successfully hired and gained the trust of staying alone.

"If someone comes to smash the store or if there is a fight that causes damage, it will be yours." Without giving her a chance to refuse, the boss left this sentence and left in a hurry.

The knotweed sits leisurely in front of the stall, squatting next to the big wild oranges, one person and one cat staring at the bright red apples on the stall as lonely as snow.

"It feels like I'm being paid for nothing - hello guest, what do you need?"

Facing the attention of the beautiful girl, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said indifferently, "Apple."

"What kind of apple do you want? Besides Fuji and Tsugaru, we have..."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko interrupted her introduction coldly again: "I want the most popular."

"How many kilograms?"

"Nine, all of the same size."

"Hold on."

Knotweed ran into the fruit warehouse and took the most expensive red apples with a weight difference of no more than ten grams. When she came out with the apples in her arms, she found that the knife used to peel the fruit was missing a long and sharp knife.

She said as usual: "This kind of apple is very suitable for carving. Do you need free carving service?"

This is to shock and frighten you, a white-haired man who looks very malnourished, through his superb knife skills.

"unnecessary."

"[-] yen in favor."

Looking at the 5 yuan obediently handed over by the other party, Hu Zhangyou fell into self-condemnation of conscience.

What if the cat took the knife?

What if people are just more autistic and not good at communicating?

"Sorry, I miscalculated..."

The shiny knife pointed towards her deadly artery at a rapid speed, the action was so hot that one had to admit that this man only looked white, but in fact the blood on his hands could probably dye his hair black and red .

Before making a move, Knottabagi thought seriously about where the situation could hold the other party.

And just because of her hesitation, the scene changed uncontrollably.

In Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's mind, memories that did not exist appeared.