Writer saves the world

A new bookstore opened on the street—before the bookstore called [Mingya] opened, everyone in the neighborhood knew about it. After all, who didn’t accept the promotion that the child handed to him order, and under the hard-working sales of the children, they promised that they would definitely come to visit when they opened.

But to be honest, most people just talk about it, and don't really take it seriously in their hearts.

There used to be a bookstore on this street. Even when the school was shut down during the war, it struggled to maintain its business. However, the explosion on Leibo Street was too scary. The bookstore owner hurried back to his hometown with his wife and children. Naturally, it closed down.

What's more, this street is no longer the bustling commercial street with a good location in the past. The old residents have moved to other places if they have the conditions, and they would rather sell the house at a low price and go back to their hometown to farm. Erye Tingming's landlord actually doesn't live here, and came here from other places just to sell the house.

Now on this street, small vendors and coolie workers are the main residents, and there are also some gangsters and unemployed vagrants in the corners. The average cultural level is really worrying. It's almost equal to nothing, even if you go into a bookstore, you don't know what to buy.

There were only a few young people who lived nearby who had studied, and when they accepted the flyer handed over by Nakahara Nakaya, they promised sincerely, and they really had expectations for this bookstore. They saved their money and planned to enter the store and spend a lot of money .

"I heard that you can rent books for only 50 yen!"

Hidden in a cheap rental house in a dirty alley, Kyosuke Kindaichi was listening to visiting friends talking about the bookstore that just opened today.

He remembered that the owner of the store seemed to be called Futaba Teimaki—Kyosuke Kanedaichi was pushing tempura soba noodles to a friend while recalling the gentleman he had met in this rental house.

To him, no matter it is this simple rental house or the dilapidated long street not far away, they are all out of tune with that gentleman, as dazzling as pearls falling into the ashes of the stove.

Kyosuke Kindaichi still kept the business card that Futaba Tingming handed him, on the front the word [音屋] was written so beautifully that it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a work of calligraphy.He found the business card from the drawer, and advised his friend who was eating soba noodles, "Woodpecker, did you sleep out again last night?"

Woodpecker—Kindaichi Kyousuke's friend Ishikawa Woodpecker shrugged and smiled nonchalantly: "I'm really hungry, so I can only ask the kind lady to buy me some sushi."

Kyosuke Kindaichi frowned, "Didn't you just get paid..." He was halfway through speaking, knowing in his heart what a spendthrift character his friend is, so he swallowed the second half of the sentence back and sighed, " Yesterday was Bai Qiu, today is you, if you replace the autumn wind you blow with books, it can fill this room."

Ishikawa Woodpecker turned a deaf ear to the complaints in his words, but happily said: "Beiyuan was with you yesterday, and I went to his house to look for him - there is a new club opened on the warehouse street, and the geisha lady is from Kyoto, no It's a waste of life to go and sit."

Kyosuke Kindaichi started to have a headache as soon as he heard him talking about sleeping flowers and staying in willows, and he didn't want to hear how this rascal would spoil that honest man Kitahara Hakushu, so he had to forcibly change the topic back to what they were talking about at the beginning. On the Mr. Lan Tang who moved away.

This topic is relatively safe. Ishikawa Woodpecker bit the soaked deep-fried shrimp tempura, and said vaguely: "Since Mr. Rantang has gone to work at the headquarters of Mafia at the port, aren't he and Kitahara colleagues? If they meet together It’s fun to work on.”

Ishikawa Woodpecker did not hide his bad taste in wanting to watch a drama, Kyosuke Kindaichi lamented in his heart why he had such a friend, but he inadvertently raised his fg to Kitahara Hakushu, "No way, I heard that Mr. Rantang He is very valued, so Bai Qiu just does some errands and odd jobs, so we probably won't be able to meet him and go with him, right?"

He hesitated a bit, and couldn't help sighing that Beiyuan Baiqiu was a high-achieving student in a prestigious school, what did he do to get involved in the club, and if his resume was dirty, it would be difficult to find a serious job in the future, and his future was bleak.

In response to his sigh, Ishikawa Woodpecker only focused on eating the soba noodles in the bowl, and rolled his eyes while Kyousuke Kindaichi was not paying attention, "Since you say so, it probably won't happen."

——If their good friend, Mr. Kitahara Hakushu is really just doing odd jobs in the port Mafia.

But, Ishikawa Woodpecker thought, only a simple guy like Kyosuke would believe Kitahara's clumsy lies full of loopholes.

……

Here they were talking about Mr. Lantang and his friend Beiyuan Baiqiu who had moved away, and Rimbaud, who had jumped from the third level of the casino guard to the captain of the Black Lizard, also saw the subordinates assigned to him for the first time.

There were only two people in total, one Kitahara Hakushu and one Ogiwara Sakutaro. The two young people stood in a row. Rimbaud saw that he was so immature and immature that he couldn't do much. He was useless except for being a person with supernatural powers.

So not only does he have to work for Port Mafia, he also has to bring newcomers to Port Mafia, right...

Rimbaud realized more and more that his joke about being a charity was a prophecy, and rubbed his forehead and rejected Ogiwara Sakutaro's proposal to have a drink and a welcome party on his next rest day.

"I have something to do that day." Rimbaud said, looking at Ogiwara Sakutarou's carefree face, thinking about how to practice this face until he couldn't cry.

People have already come under his control, and he can't pick and choose due to limited conditions. Fortunately, although these two little guys are a little too tender, their abilities can still come in handy if they are well developed. Not surprisingly, they will be He controls the first-generation lineup of Port Mafia, and will also be the main force for digging holes and filling soil for Verlaine.

Of course, the premise is that the two of them can survive Rimbaud's training and test, and don't become tool men in the [Colorful Painting Collection].

"Hey——" Rejected by Rimbaud, Ogiwara Sakutaro dragged out a long lost voice, and went to see Kitahara Hakushu again, "Then the two of us go. Last week I ate at a delicious restaurant, especially the one made with chicken. Well done, stewed in cream, topped with a nice, gooey cheese, and good wine, both sake and spirits..."

Faced with the kind invitation of this senior who is more advanced than himself, Beiyuan Baiqiu also politely declined: "I'm sorry, I made an appointment with my friend to go to a newly opened shop that day, why don't Lantang How about sir too?"

Hearing this, Sakutaro Ogiwara pestered him persistently, "Which store are you talking about? It's not that I can't accept a new store, as long as there's wine and omelet rice—"

Kitahara Hakushu interrupted Ogiwara Sakutaro apologetically, "It's not a place to eat, it's a bookstore."

Ogiwara Sakutaro stopped talking immediately, as if he was allergic to the word "book", he rubbed his arms to escape from the oddity that Hakushu Kitahara went to bookstores on his off day.

It's not good to do something with this time, let him read a book, he would rather work overtime on the rest day.

On the contrary, Rimbaud took a second look at Kitahara Hakushu after hearing the words. There were not many bookstores in Yokohama, and if the opening time was limited to the recent period, it was basically certain that Kitahara Hakushu was going to the same store as him.

and also……

I want to go with my friends...

Rimbaud was thoughtful.However, this small matter did not affect him, as the first time he had a cordial meeting with his subordinates. On the training ground, he beat two cucumber eggs sideways and was sent to the infirmary. His injuries were so severe that Rimbaud On the first day of employment, I left impressions in the minds of my colleagues such as "ruthless", "powerful" and "ruthless".

Although Rimbaud wasn't prepared to be very popular in the workplace, this unplanned opening really made him feel a little bit stuck.

He hadn't planned to play such a heavy hand at first, he just wanted to fight to the death, but whoever made the opponent was so bad that it exceeded his expectations.Rimbaud is still not fully recovered. The sequelae of the explosion and the missing year and a half have greatly reduced his strength, so he estimated the intensity of training newcomers before, meaning that he used a five-point effort first—— Before he finished warming up, his opponent was already lying on the ground, unable to fight any more.

So, how can it be so weak.

Rimbaud, who has always practiced with the elite of the French elite, was puzzled, so he had to call Eryeting out for a drink after work. Facing the only person who knew his background and could listen to his complaints, Rimbaud used this In French that no one can understand, he scolded the culprit Verlaine from head to toe. Even if Verlaine braided his hair and made a hairstyle, he would scream at Erye Ting for 5 minutes. Before Ting Ming met Verlaine himself, he was (forced) to listen to his dark history all night.

At this time, Rimbaud had given full play to his literary talent, cursing in graceful cadence and rhythm, and not forgetting to rhyme every sentence—you said it would be great if it was written in poetry, Erye Tingming would definitely read it again and again sincerely.

It's a pity that Rimbaud hasn't developed this interest yet. After cursing, it's like he wasn't the one who just downed two bottles of spirits. He walked out of the bar refreshed, and followed Erye Tingming back home with a normal expression—the one in the bookstore Home.

Don't ask, it means he is drunk.

Zhong Yuanzhong also ran out of the room curiously to watch the drunk Rimbaud, and was grabbed by Rimbaud, held him in his arms and rubbed his cheeks fiercely. The strong smell of alcohol made him dizzy, and even Rimbaud turned to him Calling "Verlaine" is a situation that I don't want to go into.

Erye Tingming went to the kitchen to pour a glass of honey water, and silently recorded the dark history of Zhongye in the Central Plains for a while, before rescuing the child before his hair exploded.Zhong Yuan also fled into the room, closing the door and locking it in one go.

Erye Tingming stuffed the honey water into Rimbaud's hand, frowned and said, "Go to bed after drinking."

As for those two bottles of wine that he didn't feel much after drinking, if Rimbaud was really drunk, it would be a ghost.

"……Oh."

Rimbaud was pressed down by Erye Tingming and honestly drank half a glass of honey water, rubbed his fingertips and sighed the softness of Nakahara Nakaya's cheeks, and then used the strength of alcohol to summarize the root cause of his failure in educating Verlaine.

After he regained his memory, when he had nothing to do, he wondered how his good partner who had been raised by himself could backstab him so simply.Although Rimbaud admits that he bears some inescapable responsibility for this, the bottom line...

"Sure enough, it's because Verlaine isn't cute enough."

Rimbaud held the honey water like a wine glass, plausibly speaking.

Europeans don't have tender faces like Asians, and Verlaine looks older because of his precocity. When Rimbaud picked him up, he was tall and thin and looked like an adult. He came to Rimbaud in the name of being a partner.Coupled with the fact that Verlaine is reliable, calm and decisive when doing tasks, not to mention coquettish and shameless, even his mood swings are pitiful, it is really hard for people to realize that he is not yet an adult.

It is also really difficult to say what is in your heart to that paralyzed face, and you always feel that you will be ruthlessly ridiculed and sneered at first.

After all, Rimbaud is also a genius surpasser coaxed by France, and he also wants to save face, okay?

However, if Verlaine and Zhong Yuanzhong were also picked up when they were seven or eight years old—Rimbaud had seen the photos of Verlaine when he was a child in the research materials, with blond hair and blue eyes as beautiful as the little angels in the murals, then no matter how much his face paralyzed Rimbaud thought he would be willing to say "I love you" to him eight hundred times a day.

That's right, it's all Verlaine's fault for not being cute enough.

Rimbaud indulged his alcohol for a while, and happily dumped the blame on Verlaine. He didn't care if his good partner sneezed all over the place for no reason, so that his whereabouts were exposed and he was chased by the enemy and swam for more than ten kilometers in the sea. just got away.

Anyway, it wasn't Rimbaud who soaked in the sea in winter. After drinking the warm honey water and enjoying a hot bath, Rimbaud snatched half of Erye Tingming's bed and quilt because he was afraid of the cold and weak. I fell asleep comfortably.

Don't ask how Erye Tingming sleeps, just ask that "book" doesn't need to sleep.

……

... the wild dogs in the slums don't have to sleep either.

Dark night is the best protective color for the weak. After everyone has gone to sleep and only endless darkness is left in the slums, it is the best time for the weak and powerless wild dogs to act.

The young child got out of the dilapidated house where he lived, and after vigilantly checking the safety of the surrounding area, he made a soft noise to let the younger sister who was hiding in the house come out.Then he judged the direction, squatted down and let his sister climb on his back, and then stepped forward without any hesitation, stepping on the dirty mud all over the ground.

His companion persuaded him to think twice, and warned him that the outside world was full of dangers, and that seemingly sweet job advertisement would only lead to a disillusioned and tragic ending—who would want orphans in the slums to work? feel dirty.

—He knows, he knows all this, but...

However, he couldn't let his sister stay here forever.

To escape, to escape desperately.

To escape from this hell of hunger and poverty, from the fate of being cursed, mad and depraved until it rots...

escape.