long-lived centenarian leader

The leader wants to select five people from all the employees to go to Goethe's circus performance, and the news is spread throughout the Port Mafia.

Everyone was very excited for a while, not only registered enthusiastically online, but also those who had the right to enter the first floor of the headquarters rushed to watch the live lucky draw.

As one of the people-friendly and public transcendents, Goethe's deeds have spread throughout the world, and he has accumulated considerable popularity.

Hey, the world's top powerhouse, not only will you not be killed if you touch it, but you will also greet him friendly. If you are lucky, you may even make friends with the other party.

Although they haven't won the lottery yet, there will be more than 1000 spectators at the scene, and the big shots will gather, and it's hard to say that there will be a place for them to speak, but everyone is confidently dreaming.

Being stared at eagerly, Andersen's conscience ached.

A total of 2387 people signed up for the sweepstakes.

Subtract the two defaults, and there are only three tickets left.

After careful calculation, in fact, the probability has not decreased much, anyway, it is rounded to 0.

Thinking that he had a ticket that was deducted directly, Andersen happily threw away his conscience and started to draw a lottery.

In order not to attract attention, he arranged the two default tickets in the third and fifth places respectively.

"Let's congratulate the following five lucky people who won a ticket to the circus performance: ochazuke rice with dried fish, don't want to work overtime, don't want to leave work, are working, sake with cephalosporin."

After Andersen finished reading, his expression froze, and he felt that the lucky one looked more black than the default one.

Everyone thinks so too.

The people below have already started whispering, and those who are familiar with him have started to ask if it is a black box.

"It's just a coincidence, don't talk nonsense." He said with a dry voice, "The lottery system was done by the new cadre. Are you going to say that he is favoring someone?"

Everyone be quiet.

Mafia's class is very distinct, none of them have ever met this new cadre, and they have no idea what kind of character the other party is, if they are as narrow-minded as the previous one, they will be in bad luck.

"In short - as can be seen from the IDs of the three in the middle, everyone is very enthusiastic about their work. Congratulations to them for being able to temporarily put down their work and watch a wonderful performance. That's it, the meeting is over."

After waiting for them to leave, Andersen quietly checked the identities of the five people in the background.

The first is Atsushi Nakajima, which is no surprise.His penchant for simplicity is well known in a small circle.

The last three are Michizo Tachihara, Ango Sakaguchi and Gin Akutagawa.

He doesn't know the default one in the middle.

Li Yuan in the front seemed to have been working overtime for several weeks in a row, and he was still doing physical work in the front line. Anyone who saw him would say "it's so miserable".

Miss Yin should be perfunctory to a certain elder brother.

The last one belongs to Mr. Dazai.

This name seems too dangerous. There should be no such drugs as cephalosporin in the chief's office, right?

He thought uneasily, and decided that if he saw it one day, he would take it away quietly.

Just signing up for a try, Ango Sakaguchi, who didn’t win the lottery and still asked someone to buy it, looked at the ID of the last winner and had a strong sense of déjà vu.

He texted some guy who had given him The Complete Suicide Manual to confirm.

Osamu Dazai: "It's indeed me, but my lover has already got two VIP tickets, so I don't need them, and I'm working overtime for my boss recently, please Ango, please give my tickets to Odasaku~"

Ango Sakaguchi remembered Gojo Satoru's appearance, and Osamu Dazai joked that he had defrauded him of [-] million yuan. He thought it would not be surprising that such a person could get a VIP ticket, so he didn't investigate further and agreed.

Putting the patch on the friend's side ahead of time, Osamu Dazai remembered that he had given five tickets to the Armed Detective Agency.

It would be bad if Akutagawa Ryunosuke is among the people who go.

In order to prevent the other party from exposing himself on the spot, Osamu Dazai asked Atsushi Nakajima, who had won the ticket, to pull the other party to sit where he could not see him.

Atsushi Nakajima found out that he had won the lottery. He was a little happy, forgetting what a difficult person Akutagawa is, so he agreed.

After he ran to Andersen to get the ticket, he went out to find Akutagawa.

-

In the small, quiet and dark space, there is only the sound of clacking keyboards, and the eerie electronic light elongates the figure at the table to the ceiling.

The young man sitting in front of the computer has a godsend good looks.

However, his face was haggard at the moment, the blackness around his eyes was at its maximum, and his slender eyelashes looked quite messy.

Fyodor didn't know how many hours this was his overtime work, except for the necessary nutrient intake and physiological needs, he almost never left here.

Osamu Dazai knew him better than he thought.

The workload is always just right enough to give him some time off if he doesn't do the other two.

But this is not possible.

He worked so hard here just to provide better convenience for his affairs.

Osamu Dazai also knows his thoughts well, so he always gives him what he wants at the right time.

In a trance, Fyodor felt like a donkey hanging by a carrot, only when he ran hard, he could barely take a bite.

The person who arranged it has successfully entered Yokohama, and when he finished the layout, he will run away.

Then give Osamu Dazai a little color.

Now...if he can, he still wants to sleep first.

He was thinking deliriously, and his fragile nerves were frightened by the sudden sound that exploded in his ears.

"Tuo Sijun! Who did you just say you want to give some color to?"

Fyodor's mind quickly processed the information, although he was still dazed.

It turned out that he had just spoken to himself.

"Gogol, why are you here?" He pulled out a smile to deal with this companion who made trouble for him, and asked for news, "Is the performance ready? Where is it?"

"Your condition doesn't look very good, my friend." Gogol cared about him, and then answered the question, "We're almost ready, but something went wrong, so I'm here to ask for your help. As for The location, keep it a secret."

Fyodor: "..."

It is better not to come than to come.

"That's right! The cellist in the band died unfortunately, and it's too late to find a new one, so I hope you can replace it. I have already praised Goethe many times about your performance level, and he said that he is looking forward to it! "

After Gogol finished talking on his own, seeing Fyodor's unhappy look, he held his shoulder solemnly and concerned, and said lovingly: "Look at how the work here has tortured you. Just let it go, let's go play."

Fyodor: "No, thank you for your concern. I would like to continue working if I can."

Gogol "Go, go, I'll take the cello for you."

"Of course I would also like to see Mr. Goethe. But my work is not done."

"Then come tomorrow morning at the latest. Before that, I will vent my anger for you."

-

This is a place similar to a ship's warehouse, with curved walls, an oak barrel in the corner exuding a rich aroma of red wine, and exquisite hand-held gift boxes piled up like a hill at the other end.

Other than that there is nothing else.

Fu Heihui tried to summon the jade dog, but failed.

He held Tsumiki's hand tightly, opened the door of the storage room, and looked out cautiously.

It was an empty corridor with no lights on, so it looked very dark.

Tsumiji led Fuheihui to touch the wall and walked to the left. The wall under his hand gave people a strange feeling. It was neither white gray nor tiled. It was very smooth, giving people a feeling of glue leather.

I don't know if it's their illusion, but I always feel that I can hear the heartbeat and the like.

It could be from the other side of the wall, or it could be from the bottom of your feet.

Or maybe all of them.

Tsumiji swallowed, telling herself to calm down, to take her younger brother to find someone who can help her, and escape from here.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaohui, we will soon go to the bright place." She encouraged her younger brother.

Fu Heihui held her icy hand, his palm was wet by her cold sweat, and he also felt her trembling slightly.

She seemed to be more frightened than him who was being comforted.

But he didn't expose it, he just let out a deep "hmm", and while being pulled by her to gradually speed up the pace, he was secretly vigilant about the movement around him.

They were still too young, and they hadn't left the corridor after running for half an hour. They just reached the corner, their legs filled with lead, and they stood panting against the wall for a while. They were about to continue walking, but they suddenly heard other people sound.

"Da da, da da."

As soon as Jin Meiji's eyes lit up, she wanted to see who it was, but was suddenly grabbed by Fu Heihui.

"That's not the sound of shoes," he whispered, grimly.

The footsteps were crisp and light, reminding him of the sound of deer's hoofs walking on the stone road when Gojo Satoru took him to the zoo on the grounds of "better understanding of Shikigami's habits".

"Mr. Lu—please wait a moment."

A woman's voice came, the footsteps just now stopped, followed by the sound of conversation.

"I can't take it anymore, how long are we going to go on like this?! They...the three devils, they all treat us like funny clowns and force us to perform like animals. Nader died this morning , he was so lucky that it ended like this."

The woman said in a broken voice, her ending voice naturally rose unpretentiously, as charming and moving as a cat.

Then they heard the voice of "Mr. Deer".The sound was as clear as a spring, reminiscent of the chirping of a deer.

"Look at what you're saying, Miss Cat, your innocent tone is as if you never sold your soul to the devil. It's really funny... just bear it until we pay the real price."

Tsumiji sat down on the ground in fright, and the sound alarmed the two people on the other side.

The sound of da da rang in my ears again, this time it was no longer a surprise, but like a ringtone urging me to death.

Megumi Fukuro took out the knife that Koyo Ozaki gave him to play with from his pocket, and looked around the corner vigilantly.

The knife was sharp enough to cut gold and cut jade, but he wasn't sure if he could use it accurately to injure two people and give them time to escape.

The light came from another corridor, getting brighter and getting closer.

First there was a black tail that swung nimbly, then there was an old dangling oil lamp, and finally there were two fluffy faces—one of a deer and one of a cat.

"Let me see, they are two lost puppies." Mr. Lu said with a nice voice and a loving tone.

But there was an indescribable malice in the eyes.

Miss Black Cat's green eyes locked on Jin Meiji who was on the ground, and she laughed coquettishly: "This girl is so beautiful, it reminds me of my lovely sister."

"Your sister whose face was ruined by you and stuffed into a blast furnace?" Mr. Lu teased her.

"Yes, she is so beautiful. My fiancé likes her very much, but in the end she can only hug me and cry on my bed."

Miss Cat laughed and reached out her hand (it could barely be called a hand) to touch the girl's face.

Fu Heihui took out a knife and stabbed her directly, but he was too short, and his body skills were not as dexterous as hers, so he just missed, and could only watch helplessly as her dark fingertips got closer and closer to her sister.

The moment before she touched it, her hand burned out of thin air.

Now her voice was no longer pleasant, and the severe pain made Miss Cat scream sharply, and then rolled on the ground. The sound echoed in the corridor, very penetrating.

Mr. Lu showed a gloating expression: "It seems that these two lost puppies are Mr.'s guests. You should also know that Mr. is very kind to his guests or friends--they still have this important status. when."

Fu Heijin Miki clutched the hot pocket containing the tickets, got up from the ground, pulled Fu Heihui and started running forward again.

This time it hit someone else directly.

The man supported her and said in surprise, "Huh? Why did someone come early before the performance time?"