I write dog blood in Yokohama

"... What is a kick?"

I thought that Osamu Dazai would scold me next, and he would lower his face and put on a black mud look to give me a threat that is common in anime, but I never expected that after a few seconds of silence, he was the first to ask the above That sentence.

The black-haired boy had already returned to his seat, his soft voice made it impossible to see his expression, but when he turned around, he seemed to secretly wipe his mouth with the bandage on his arm...

Ah this.

I poked my neck, and suddenly realized a problem that I had ignored. This guy, he must be illiterate.

It is not described in the original book that Osamu Dazai went to junior high school or high school. Although I, an illiterate who can't speak Japanese, am the least qualified to talk about others, the boy with brown and black curly hair also sat down on the chair clearly. On the table, the delicate tender face looked over, and said with a smile: "Well."

"I was curious before, don't you speak Japanese?"

He doesn't seem to be looking into what happened just now. He obviously didn't let me know what I meant this time. Behind the curious tone is an irrefutable sharp point: "The accent is very strange, and some words are not complete. You need to use English instead, you must rely on guessing and comprehension to understand my sentences."

I was so scared that my legs trembled, and I almost broke out in cold sweat, because what he said was right. I did rely on two or three understandable words in each sentence to guess sentences, and sometimes relied on everyone's tone of voice. , sometimes relying on subtle expressions, I am very good at observing, if they say a simple sentence or two, I can basically guess the general idea, and long sentences are simply ignored, which will make people mistakenly think I can actually understand what they're saying.

For example, now, Neon Dog (Japanese), Ocashi (strange), coupled with the doubtful tone, I immediately guessed that Osamu Dazai was asking about my language barrier.

"Just a little bit, that's all."

Did he see through it all in just a few seconds!

"So that's how it is." The brown-black curly-haired boy sitting opposite didn't look surprised. He lowered his head and flipped through his pockets without a tone. He didn't know where to take out a document, and said lazily in a drawn-out voice: " Then let me see."

"Well... First of all, your name. According to the information, your name is Baxun Sajiao... Woow, what a strange name."

"..."

Help!

When did he find my information, I was shocked, and I was shot in the heart suddenly by Osamu Dazai's last complaint.

"Gender female, aged 15 years old, Chinese, belonging to the lowest-level personnel of PortMafia's foreign affairs department, the opportunity to join was picked up by other members on the way of smuggling at Deta Town Pier, accompanied by a low-level member of the foreign affairs department, the address is written It’s He Yong’s crossroad collective residence…” Dazai Osamu was still in front of the ruthless reading machine. When he read this, he suddenly paused and recalled: “Is the house He Yong? I remember it was Hong Kong. The worst and cheapest employee dormitory under its name."

I:……

In a daze, it seemed as if he had been shot a second time.

"Ah, at the end of the day, there are only two pages."

"There is no description and content about supernatural powers. It seems that your report is not complete." Osamu Dazai suddenly looked over with half-exposed tea-brown eyes: "It is almost as expected. The action that allowed me to do half of it before is yours." Ability?"

I:"……"

Let me go!

Although, I always feel that I have been shot for the third time in my heart. I feel that I have spent my entire life analyzing his words. By the way, when did this guy find my information!

Seeing that this guy was talking about supernatural powers, in order to save myself a few more seconds, I took out my phone decisively, opened the translation software to translate word by word and handed it to the other party——

"Because my supernatural ability is very unstable, the practical value is not equal to the normal value."

Osamu Dazai poked his head over, and after reading all of it, his tone became a bit boring, he closed his eyes and retracted his body: "Ah, is that so, does the category of instability mean that it is easy to attack one's side, such as asking me to hug you?" matter?"

Ah ah ah ah ah! !

"...I'm sorry, that is, error."

I honestly pretended to apologize to my grandson.

To be honest, my so-called gold finger is inherently unstable, and I can't draw at all. Now I can only use the most basic ability, which can make people collapse for a few seconds. ability.

The language barrier and the erratic abilities are still unstable. In this case, I didn't rush to show up. This is a barely reasonable and very common reason...it shouldn't be suspected.

Speaking of which, there is another person named Q in the organization, the one who was imprisoned in the dungeon, although Q was imprisoned because he was mentally unstable, and his supernatural powers made no difference in attacks, but he was a person with psychic powers. I don't want to be like that!

It's better for me to explain it obediently. If the opponent understands it as an indiscriminate attack, what will happen if it ends up like Q.

"A mistake?"

The brown-haired boy obviously understood the meaning of error, he smiled and looked over: "Then what is your specific ability..."

I was about to re-type the translation for the other party to read, but Dazai Osamu changed his voice in the middle of speaking, waved his hands impatiently, and said in a light tone: "Something like that, go directly to the intelligence department to find Ango. Sakaguchi Ango, he is here The headquarters building is on the 3rd floor, just go and report to him, and that guy will help you register all the information."

"Saka wood chicken, Ango?"

I read it blankly, and my mind immediately realized that this guy wanted me to find his good friend. The pronunciation of anwu happened to be somewhat similar to Chinese, and the meaning was quite easy to guess.

"That's right, that guy is from the intelligence department, you can find it yourself, right? JO sauce."

Osamu Dazai looked at me with a smile, his tone seemed to be quite worried, he chuckled, and suddenly turned his face towards me, his kite-colored pupils looked at me without blinking: "Then, JO-chan, from today Think of you as one of my subordinates."

"..."

It seems that he heard the word subordinate in a daze, so that's the case, that JO sauce is going to become his subordinate, it's really miserable.

... It's strange.

What the hell is JO sauce!

This JO sauce is definitely calling me, and she said it twice, what the hell! !

I can't accept this kind of address at all. The black-haired boy sitting there already wanted to drive away the guests. He stood up, pondered for a while, and said, "Well, then you can go to guard the arsenal tomorrow."

***

"You mean, Mr. Dazai drove you here after assigning you tasks?"

At this moment, the intelligence room is full of books.

After all kinds of hardships, I finally found the intelligence department, and I burst into tears, but answering people’s questions is the most important thing. I typed and translated to Ango Sakaguchi in the mobile phone software: "It’s not too much. Before I left, he He also suddenly took my mobile phone and saved the phone number in it."

...Yes, it happened just ten minutes ago.

Realizing that Osamu Dazai wanted to drive people away, I, a perceptive dog, dare not stay any longer (mainly because I don't want to stay any longer), so I quickly turned around and got out of the office.

By the way, Osamu Dazai came over suddenly before I rolled, put his hand into my pocket suddenly, took out the flip phone inside, and made a crackling call.

His dark eyes reflected the light of the mobile phone screen, and he threw it to me again after a few seconds, with a smile on his face: "At least it's a relationship between the superior and the subordinate, so let's add a phone number."

"I saved my mobile phone number, Xiaojiao can contact me if you need anything."

"…Yes."

I silently endured the address, and nodded without showing any expression. That being said, how dare I call him.

I never expected that this super black and difficult guy would suddenly become my boss. My road to promotion was as fast as a rocket, with sparks and lightning all the way.

Oh, it’s not true, the other party only mentioned subordinates, not direct subordinates. My current status should be similar to that of Brother Furukawa, the middle and lower class, similar to the group of brothers in suits who mingled in the back at the pier?No, those big brothers are members of the Black Lizard.

Hey... Forget it, anyway, it’s fine if the distance between Dazai and Dazai is not strong. Although I have read various articles about being Dazai’s subordinates in Dourenwen, I am also familiar with such similar plots of subordinates, but I am totally I don't want to go through it!

While screaming in my heart, I left the office as if I was running away, and I got lost as soon as I went out.

I wandered around in a daze, and finally ran into Mr. Guangjin Liulang by chance. He hurried over and held the translation software in front of him, begged him embarrassedly, and pestered him to take me to the intelligence department.

***

Ango Sakaguchi, one of someone's legendary trio of friends.

The other party was as expected, just sitting in the office, with black hair neatly brushed with hairspray, dark circles under the high-height lenses, slightly wrinkled suit, and a iconic beauty mole on the corner of the mouth. The writing speed is so fast.

Someone came suddenly, and the black-haired young man didn't raise his head at first, but he noticed Guangjin Liulang's trousers, then raised his head and said in surprise: "What's the matter, Mr. Guangjin."

"…nothing."

Guangjin Liulang coughed, closed his eyes and revealed me behind him, and said in a steady voice: "I'm just leading someone here for Mr. Dazai, so I will take my leave."

Seeing that the target person was right in front of me, I quickly jumped out, thanked the old man embarrassingly, and asked for his phone number by the way.

"Hello, Mr. Ango Sakamoto."

After the other party left, the owner of the office and I were obviously the only ones left in the room. We tidied up the wrinkles on our clothes silently, and I greeted them in a serious manner.

Black-haired youth: "..."

For some reason, his eyebrows seemed to twitch, he pushed his glasses and said, "My name is Ango Sakaguchi, so who are you?"

"As you can see, I'm very busy, and I still have a lot of documents to deal with. Let me know if you have anything to do."

Ah this.

His speaking speed is so fast, compared to the slow Dazai and the flat-toned Odasaku, it is more than one level faster!Brother Gu Chuan and Nong Sawa are also very caring, they will deliberately slow down their speech, and now I can't hear a single word except for the iconic word Ango.

"I am, Mr. Dazai, askedmetocome, reporttoyoumy special ability."

I was gesticulating while explaining with a headache, and I had already used English in despair.

"Ok?"

Ango Sakaguchi seemed to be attracted by the poor two languages. He raised his head again, looked at me a few times, and the mirror reflected an unfathomable light: "You can't speak Japanese. Ah, it's you, Dazai Jun just came to me to ask for information, and the newcomer who was just discovered by him, I think he is Chinese."

...Brother, please speak more slowly!

As expected of the man who was called the Tucao slave in the original book, the speed of his speech was not normal, so I simply took out my phone and started to communicate with him using the translation software.

Ango Sakaguchi was obviously more patient than Osamu Dazai. By the end of the exchange, he had clearly understood why I was looking for him, and he also understood that my supernatural ability was probably to manipulate others with paper, and he could help me log in quickly and methodically. Forget it, and said that he will take the initiative to report this matter to the leader. My ability is very useful, and it is very powerful after exercise.

"Thank you, Mr. Sakamoto Yasugo."

Seeing that the matter was successfully resolved, I breathed a sigh of relief and put my phone away.

The black-haired young man sitting opposite: "...Let me tell you."

"I've endured it many times since just now... My name is Ango Sakaguchi, not Sakamoto!"

"Eh!?"

Probably because he knew that I couldn't understand, his speech speed finally slowed down a little, but I was shocked.

Sakamuji Ango, Sakamodo Ango.

There are only two pronunciation differences between these two names. Dazai Osamu only said his full name once before, and I can remember it very well. How can I blame me for this!I just subconsciously took the one without the chicken.

"sorry."

Having said that, let's apologize honestly right now, hey, it's really hard.