That jailer engages in purchasing agent

Kitahara Mizuno's first reaction was that he was a good guy, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "If my information is correct, not long ago, Bai Ze was drawn a lot of demon power by Lord Ghost Lamp."

Momotaro was silent for a few seconds: "...Yes."

"If I'm not wrong, he didn't just drink in Taoyuan Township, but went to Zhonghe Hell, right?" Kitahara Mizuno raised his eyebrows.

Momotaro uses silence to express his complicated feelings and admiration for his boss.

Kitahara Mizuno sighed, raised his forehead and said, "I'm still worried about Bai Ze's health, so I came all the way here to bring him supplements."

There is the idea of ​​wanting to make some money, and also the meaning of worrying about Bai Ze's health, but he never expected that Bai Ze could go to Zhonghe Hell to play. Is it because his physical fitness is too strong, or his spirit overwhelms his physical fitness.

"Mizuno-kun, Yiqiao didn't expect you to care about me."

A weak voice came from the door next to the long cabinet, the two looked over there, Bai Ze leaned against the door frame, his eyes were swollen, and there were thick blue dark circles.

The chicken coop head and the unbuttoned jacket are very sloppy.

"Sometimes I feel that Bai Ze is blind to the face that looks similar to Lord Ghost Lamp." Kitahara Mizuno complained.

Momotaro whispered: "Kihara-kun, it's better not to mention that they look alike in front of the two of them..." His voice trembled a little, thinking of some horrible experiences before.

Seeing Momotaro's terrified appearance, Kitahara Mizuno chuckled, "It seems that you have a good understanding."

"I don't look like that guy," Bai Ze leaned on something next to him, and moved out bit by bit, his feet were sloppy, his face was terribly pale, like someone who was seriously ill.

He walked to the chair on the side of the long table and sat down, lying on the table, collapsed into a puddle of water.

Kitahara Mizuno walked over: "Master Bai Ze, are you alright?"

Bai Ze made a series of weak voices, not knowing what he wanted to express, Kitahara Mizuno probably knew that he was dying of inadequacy.

Momotaro sighed, hating iron for being weak, but unable to speak forcefully to his boss, all emotions turned into helplessness: "Master Shirasawa, do you want me to make some hangover soup?"

"...Please, Momotaro." Bai Ze buried his face in his arms, and a muffled voice came from inside.

"Please don't call him such a weird name." Momotaro went to make hangover soup.

Kitahara Mizuno reached out and pressed Bai Ze's back, sending him a little demon power.

"Hmm..." Bai Ze sighed comfortably, and adjusted his prone position.

"Master Bai Ze, I really admire your spirit of giving money to senior Daji even in a weak state."

Kitahara Mizuno said in an admiring tone, and sat down on the chair next to Bai Ze.

"I sound like an ironic tone." Bai Ze sat up slowly, resting his chin in his hands, his listless and decadent appearance changed the face that resembled a ghost lamp, at least Kitahara Mizuno felt that they looked a little bit different now not like.

Probably a matter of temperament and finishing.

"Master Bai Ze, you are an old man after all, and you need to live a life of health preservation, not this kind of night life of young people who even feel tired." Kitahara Mizuno said, looking around the medicine cabinet, observing what is happening today. No chance of realizing the plan.

Bai Ze lay down again, with his face pressed against the table, plausibly saying, "I don't want to live that kind of life like Qilin and Fenghuang, it's really boring, and you see, it's because they make themselves not young mentally, so their bodies start to look young! "

"I think you should take it easy these days." Momotaro brought over the hangover soup, and while Bai Ze was drinking, he asked Kitahara Mizuno: "Kitahara-kun, I didn't ask just now, why are you here today?"

Kitahara Mizuno raised his eyes, tilted his head and smiled slightly: "Send warmth."

"...Huh?" Although the smile was beautiful, Momotaro didn't understand what it meant at all.

Bai Ze sat up, looked at Momotaro with his chin in his hand, and hummed a few times: "You still don't understand him? Tell me, what did you bring here this time? I've been poor recently."

Kitahara Mizuno took out Yue's feather from the space ring, and after he took out the feather, Bai Ze's loose expression became a little more serious, and he looked at the feather intently, the more he looked at it, the more surprised he looked.

"Where did you get the feather?" Bai Ze squeezed the feather and observed, "Yuehua's energy is very pure."

"This is a commercial secret," Kitahara Mizuno looked at him with his chin in one hand, and flicked his tail behind him, "How about it, what I brought won't disappoint you, right?"

Momotaro looked at the feather in his boss's hand suspiciously, and asked puzzledly, "Um...Master Shirasawa, does this feather have any special abilities?"

"He's not a monster, I can't tell." Kitahara Mizuno said.

Bai Ze answered Momotaro's question: "For monsters, the energy of Yuehua is very suitable for absorbing and cultivating. There are not many legends in this world. When monsters haunt them, they are like full moons. The reason is here. Inside this feather , contains a lot of moonlight, which is a great tonic for me."

After Bai Ze finished speaking, he asked enthusiastically, "How many more do you have?"

"Don't ask me like I have a lot, I only have a few in my hand." Kitahara Mizuno leaned slightly, and took the feather back from Bai Ze's hand, "Do you want to buy it?"

Bai Ze spat out two words: "A profiteer."

Kitahara Mizuno shrugged: "No traitor, no business."

In the end, Bai Ze still vomited blood and took out the money. After he took out the money, seeing Kitahara Mizuno still reaching out to him, he had a bad feeling: "What are you doing? Didn't I give you the money?"

Kitahara Mizuno tilted his head, smiled innocently, and said innocently: "Do you still remember those installment peaches that you fished out?"

Seeing the blood spilling from the corner of Bai Ze's mouth, Momotaro shouted in horror: "Master Bai Ze?!"

Kitahara Mizuno was stunned for a moment, and whispered to himself: "I seem to be in a hurry, I should wait until he absorbs some moonlight in his feathers."

Just talking about Taozi Baize vomited blood, and then talking about a free medicinal diet wouldn't it just pour it out.

Momotaro suddenly calmed down after being panicked at the beginning, and he said helplessly, "Master Shirasawa, you have a stomach ulcer again."

Kitahara Mizuno: "..."

Bai Ze himself held his stomach, his voice trembling: "Momotaro, help me get the medicine."

Momotaro skillfully went to get the medicine.

Kitahara Mizuno looked at this divine beast, his mood became extremely complicated, he didn't know how to respond, resulting in his expressionless face.

"Master Bai Ze, I think you should be able to help me cook a piece of medicinal porridge for free now."

Bai Ze suddenly calmed down, and lay down peacefully on the table.

……

After a lot of tossing, Kitahara Mizuno still got what he planned to take this time, some peaches for Mori Ogai, medicinal food for Oda Sakunosuke, and money.

Although Bai Ze himself looks weak, seeing his appearance with kung fu tossing and tossing is another meaning of life and vitality. Kitahara Mizuno is no longer worried about him.

With the freshly baked medicinal food, Kitahara Mizuno went straight to Oda Sakunosuke's home from heaven to hell.

It just so happened that when he arrived at Sakunosuke Oda’s house, it was evening and it was the jailer’s off-duty time, but Mizuno Kitahara waited at the door of Sakunosuke Oda’s house for a long time, from the day when there was still some light until the night fell completely. I don't see Oda Sakunosuke coming home.

"Could it be that he worked overtime today?" Kitahara Mizuno stood up, patted the dust on the clothes behind him with his tail, thinking that the recording department was very busy, so he should be working overtime.

The medicinal food jar in his hand was a bit cold, and Kitahara Mizuno wanted to send it out while it was fresh, so he immediately left for Yan Mo Hall.

Some parts of the Yan Mo Hall are obviously lively, while others are deserted. The lively ones are obviously the departments that work overtime.

As Kitahara Mizuno went all the way, there were the most people left in the recording department, and most of them were working overtime. He poked his head, and the people inside were all sitting at the desk, writing on the scrolls silently. Compared with their quietness, their hands The speed is fast.

Their faces were expressionless, ignoring the bluish-black face and the expression that seemed to be out of body, they were terrifying like robots.

Kitahara Mizuno trembled, this is the ultimate social animal.

With a hand on the shoulder, Kitahara Mizuno was too focused on the scene inside, startled, turned around and saw a round bald head, and blurted out: "It's Ye Jitou."

"Mr. Beiyuan, do you have any new missions for Lord Ghost Lantern?" Ye Jitou carried his hands on his back, but he could see the excitement in his serious expression, a kind of crazy excitement.

Kitahara Mizuno shook his head: "Don't worry, no, I'm here to find Oda-kun."

"He, he just went to eat." Ye Jitou looked a lot better, and patted Kitahara Mizuno's shoulder, "Talk to Lord Ghost Lantern, recruit more people here, by the way, are you interested in coming?" Here?"

Kitahara Mizuno instantly distanced himself from Yejitou, took two steps back, and said politely and gracefully: "No, I'm quite satisfied with my current job, and I don't plan to change departments. I'm leaving first."

After finishing speaking, Kitahara Mizuno immediately turned around and left. He felt a gloomy look behind him, like a ghost from hell, surrounded by dark flames of resentment incarnate.

Kitahara Mizuno speeded up his pace silently. No wonder he looked at the data. In recent years, there were not many new recruits in the recording department. Sometimes, most of the people who came in were hired as substitute workers.

When Kitahara Mizuno walked towards the cafeteria, he remembered the appearance of Yejitou just now, and wondered how long Yejitou could last.

Mori Ogai should be able to go to hell and enter the recording department before Ye Jitou retires. I don't know where his hairline can recede.

In this world, Mori Ogai was reviewing documents at his desk when he suddenly felt chills.

Kitahara Mizuno entered the cafeteria, and soon saw Oda Sakunosuke, walked over quickly to say hello: "Yo, Oda Saku~"

Oda Sakunosuke was eating, and when he heard this address, he showed a helpless expression: "Have you met Dazai?"

"This title is quite interesting." Kitahara Mizuno put the jar on the table with a smile, and pulled away the chair next to him to sit down.

Oda Sakunosuke sighed, reminiscing about the past, his eyes were out of focus: "I haven't heard someone call me that for a long time."

"I've been to that bar," Kitahara Mizuno took out the photo, "the wine is delicious."

As he said, he took out the photo taken there and pushed it to Oda Sakunosuke: "Look."

Oda Sakunosuke lowered his eyes and saw Osamu Dazai with his elbow on Nakahara Chuya's shoulder in the photo, with a bright smile, completely opposite to Nakahara Nakahara's disgusted expression.

"It seems that he is doing well," Oda Sakunosuke picked up the photo and looked at it with satisfaction, "Thank you for delivering the letter."

Kitahara Mizuno tilted his head: "I still don't understand why you two became friends."

Oda Sakunosuke smiled, his eyes were gentle, this former killer couldn't see his original appearance at all now: "It's because of fate and fate."

The past of the three of them was a very important time in his life.

The atmosphere was unspeakable for a while, a touch of sadness came from Oda Sakunosuke, mixed with other things, such as melancholy, regret, and warmth. The soul mixed with these emotions has the taste of attracting monsters.

Kitahara Mizuno's ears trembled, he took out the reply letter from Dazai Osamu to Oda Sakunosuke, shook it in front of his eyes, pulled back Oda Sakunosuke's idea, and his eyes refocused: "Huh?"

"A letter from Osamu Dazai."

Oda Sakunosuke was not surprised, and smiled: "Thank you."

He opened the letter and looked down. Kitahara Mizuno didn't read the contents of the letter. He looked around boredly. After waiting for a while, after Oda Sakunosuke finished reading the letter, Kitahara Mizuno asked: "That guy, did you write any serious content?" ?”

Osamu Dazai lingered in his mind about the mentally retarded appearance of eating poisonous mushrooms.

Oda Sakunosuke chuckled, the indulgent tenderness made the years warm, Kitahara Mizuno was in a daze.

"It's okay, he's never been serious."

In the letter, there were a lot of complaints in eloquence, which was still a familiar style.