After creating the vest, I joined the script team

The computer on the opposite side is offline.

That's it!

Lie to smash, agreed to die or die?How can you go offline first!

Tagore stared at the computer, and after a while had to admit that the other party was really offline.

Biting his lips with his canine teeth, he closed the computer and lay down on the table in depression.

I don't want to read cumbersome messages, and finally have some fun and slip away, boring and boring!

Sighing, adhering to the principle of intelligence dealers mopping up, Tagore closed his eyes and activated his supernatural ability.

Stray Birds……

His ability can observe all life forms within the scope of the domain and borrow their perspective. This is a very powerful auxiliary ability, but the disadvantages are also obvious. When he activates the ability, he cannot protect himself, and the person who borrows the perspective needs to come into contact with ground.

It was just an ordinary sweep, an ordinary detection, but what did he see? !

Tagore's eyes widened and he felt suffocated for a while.

What is that dazai doing!

He is obviously a gangster, why would he show a kind smile and squat down on the ground to distribute bread!

Also, the big guy next to you has a wrong smile, it's kind and not kind. Didn't you see that the kid on the other side was about to cry!Ahhh, I was so scared to cry!

No, wait, you, you actually went over to coax!

Is the current black party so caring?

The Yamaguchi group distributes candy on Halloween, and the Hong Kong black slums distribute bread...

That's not right, it's not a festival right now, why the people in Hong Kong and black want to distribute bread, and they still distribute it at the place he passed by yesterday, there must be other plans.

Xiao Feiniao cheered up again, and after activating the supernatural power, his dull eyes burst into a burst of golden light. He looked like a policeman who was about to obtain evidence of a criminal's crime.

"Kids, be good and don't cry—" Da Han's tone was extremely gentle, completely in contrast to his own image.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Okay, just give him the bread." Tagore watched the brown-haired boy named Dazai talking, and took out a piece of bread from the man in black behind him and handed it over.

Dazai, not angry, not at all negative emotions, on the surface it seems that the other party is just bored with pie bread.

Tagore looked at the other party's reaction, and began to think about whether he had processed too much information recently, otherwise no one had good intentions no matter how he looked at it.

Not all gangsters are bad guys.

Look, there are good people like Oda Sakunosuke there. He must be too busy with work recently, so he will regard a weak, helpless and bandaged disabled person as a villain.

He actually slandered this disabled Dazai, thinking he was a bad...

"Can you tell us what suspicious person you saw here yesterday afternoon?" Dazai asked with a false smile, curling up the corners of his mouth.

Tagore, who had activated the supernatural ability over there, felt a pain in his heart when he heard the other party's words, and felt a hammering feeling in his chest.

"Well, I saw a big red-haired brother." The child replied wiping away tears.

Dazai: "Remember, this is the first few people who said they saw red hair."

"No. 14, Dazai-sama's area has been checked, only this red-haired one looks suspicious, shall we continue the investigation?"

"No. 14, stop the investigation of the surrounding area, and let the whole team come here to investigate that suspicious red-haired boy." Dazai showed a malicious smile no matter what Tagore saw on his face.

To take back what I said before, the gangsters are all bad guys!

He doesn't count Zuo Zhizhu, Zuo Zhizhu, Zuo Zhizhu is a pre-killer, not a gangster.

Tagore put away his supernatural power with a sad expression, Huya gritted the knuckles of his index finger and began to think about ways to escape.

Even if he took a detour when he came back to avoid being followed by others, the other party will find out his course of action if he continues to check like this, it's just a matter of time.

No, no, with such a large floating population, the other party may not necessarily find him, why is he nervous.

Yes, absolutely impossible to find under normal circumstances.

But his intuition told him that there was a big word 'dangerous' on his head.

Hitting his head lightly on the computer desk, Tagore turned over on the bed, his eyes dull like salted fish.

"Ahhh, I can't figure it out, what should I do? I'm going to be found? I'm just an information dealer, why should I face a danger that doesn't belong to me?"

Tagore tried hard to turn his little brain, and finally opened it.

[Asuka]: Mr. Dongye, help! !There is a black mud spirit who checked my appearance all the way and came over!

The person at the other end didn't reply, and Tagore stared at the screen tightly, and finally got the first aid method of 'brain' after 10 minutes.

[Bai Ye]: How did you expose it?Do you want me to teach you how to hide your image for information dealers?Well, if you don’t learn, how can you learn Miyazaki’s death!

[Asuka]: I don't want to either. The blood splashed on the cap during the murder. Wouldn't it be more suspicious if I didn't take it off?

[Bai Ye]: This is better than you showing your own features.But fortunately, there are a lot of red-haired people in the city, and since you went there at night, not many people saw you.

[Asuka]: I avoided other people's sight, none of them could see my face.

[Bai Ye]: Have you smashed your brain?I don't know what you are worried about at all, aren't you an intelligence dealer?

It's not difficult to confuse people with fake news, and people in Yokohama don't like to explore, so the black mud spirit in your mouth can't really come to you.

[Asuka]: No, I always have an ominous premonition, I always feel that I am being targeted by the other party, and my intuition tells me that I am afraid that I will be terrified every day when I meet this guy.

[Bai Ye]: That's even simpler. If you're really afraid that the other party will come to your door, you'll just pretend to be a fish, find a red-haired person, kill him and throw him into the river, so that the black mud spirit won't be able to tell whether the red-haired person is the connector. Still behind the scenes.

[Asuka]: This is not very good.

[Bai Ye]: Your heart is softening.

"It's not soft-hearted, it's just, just there are other ways." Tagore murmured to himself with his eyes lowered.

The children who came out of the slums were very reluctant to die. Tagore was not soft-hearted, but he couldn't kill an innocent person.

[Asuka]: Is there any other way?Can I hire someone to wear a red wig to confuse the public?

[Bai Ye]: No, you will let the other party directly confirm that you are really a redhead, don't play dead.

[Command]: Xiao Feiniao, I think you can dye a green watermelon head, so that even if you come to your door, you don't have to admit it.

[Bai Ye]: This is also a way. In addition, didn't you say that the foreign organization Rat of the Dead House is also interested in Yokohama?Directly lead the trouble to the east and let the other party come over earlier.

Tagore looked at these two suggestions, and after filtering them, he had to admit that this is a good way.

Wouldn't it be good to dye his hair and make a hairstyle so that the group of people can't recognize him?

It's just that there is something wrong with the rat of the dead house.

[Asuka]: But that name is so long that I can’t remember it. It’s similar to the name of a great Russian writer. Fyodor for short is not easy to get along with. Now I don’t even know what his supernatural power is.

[Bai Ye]: Even if you don't lure him over now, won't he come to Yokohama?Asking him to come over early can relieve your danger, and if you are late, you will have to perform on stage yourself.

[Asuka]: I see. It seems that the only thing we can do now is to let the financial boss die early.

The reason why the poor Mr. Financial Bighead was able to procrastinate for so long was not only because of his weak deterrent power, but also because now is not the time for war, and the year is approaching, so it is not appropriate to see blood.

Pity--

"Ono..." After dialing the phone number, Tagore looked at the rising sun and said softly, "Move..."

Being pressed tight, Tagore wanted to move by himself.

After editing the instructions one by one, Tagore activated his supernatural power for the last time before leaving home, and found that the man named Dazai had already found out the slums.

He felt the suffocation he felt before hit again: "Is this guy a dog? It's actually been found all the way!"

Halfway through this kind of inquiry along the way, the clue will definitely be broken, and the next step will definitely be guesswork, and the target can't be found at all, Dazai, you should give up!

Although he thought so, Tagore still picked up the hat he had cleaned, gritted his teeth and went out with the wallet tightly clenched.

He couldn't be happier at the thought of dyeing his hair. Red looks so pretty.

But his intuition was on the alert of 'pickup pickup' again, and he always felt that he would really overturn if he didn't dye his hair.

Forget it, just take precautions before they happen.

Slipping into a barbershop, Tagore bought eight colors of hair dyes with a confused look on his face, and after paying the money, he turned around and ran back home.

Putting a row of hair dyes on the ground, Tagore's difficulty in choosing came up again.

"White, no, no, doesn't it look weirder if it matches my skin tone? It's all white, like A Piao."

"Blue... like Shamat, forget it."

"Green, hey, wait, how did I buy green?!"

"Golden yellow, this one doesn't work either, it looks like a [-]-watt light bulb with my eyes."

"What the hell color is purple, isn't there one that looks better than red?"

Picking and choosing among the hair dyes, Tagore finally held the brown hair dye with a depressed face, and ran to the bathroom mirror with a small bench to dye his own hair.

"Fortunately, when I was in the slums, I was an apprentice to a barber for food, otherwise I would probably be dyed like a bird's nest now."

Wearing an apron for cooking in the kitchen, Tagore combed the hair into separate areas. After mixing the dye, he started to dye the hair directly from the back, and applied the dye cream layer by layer. Wait for 15 minutes and start after the desired color is reached. flush.

After nearly an afternoon of tossing and drying his hair, Tagore finally dyed his hair.

"Huh, it's finally over."

After finishing all the dyed hair, Tagore looked at himself with brown hair and golden eyes in front of the mirror and felt a surge of complicated emotions.

"Black Mud Essence, come here if you have the ability, I am not afraid of you anymore!"

"What black slime?"

"It's black mud..."

Tagore stopped in the middle of speaking, he turned around slowly, and saw the figure of the guardian as expected.

"Sakunosuke, you're back." With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Tagore was about to rush over to act like a spoiled child when he was stopped.

"Tagore, let's talk about your missing lunch first."

Oda Sakunosuke stared blankly at Tagore, whose expression turned pale in an instant, without any ups and downs in his tone: "I've already bought a guitar, but you still have to remember to have lunch."

"Okay, okay!" Tears holding the new guitar given by the guardian, Tagore cursed in his heart.

Dog Dazai, it's all your fault!