I write dog blood in Yokohama

Is it too late for me to regret it now?

There is no other reason for the regret. After conscientiously communicating with Ango Sakaguchi, I was about to leave with my mobile phone, but the other party suddenly said: "Wait."

"Speaking of which, you just said that Mr. Dazai assigned you the task of guarding the arsenal, right?"

"Seems to be?"

I scratched my cheek, actually a little unsure, that guy Dazai should pronounce "wuqikou" at that time, I can't think of other words besides arsenal.

Do you think the job of guarding the arsenal is okay?Not everyone can guard weapons. It sounds a bit higher than the bottom of the idlers, but it is not a big task to lead everyone. It is almost a middle-level position. It is very suitable for fishing, and it feels pretty good.

Thinking so happily in his heart, Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses with a stern face: "As far as I know, there are only vacancies in the No. [-] arsenal at present."

Seeing that the black-haired young man stretched out his hand with a serious face, gesturing for me to give him the phone, I swallowed hard and handed the phone back to the other party nervously.

Sure enough, when I got my phone back, the translated words on it made me dumbfounded.

Guarding the arsenal sounds like an easy job, but it is only limited to normal times. The port mafia has recently encountered a difficult guy. An armed group named TBC just attacked the No. [-] arsenal not long ago. They want to take A new type of gun that recently arrived at Port Mafia.

Although the organization has almost wiped out that organization not long ago, there are still some remnants that have not been dealt with cleanly. It is uncertain when they will call and even conspire with other organizations.

By the way, the reason why there is a vacant space in the No. [-] armory is precisely because the previous member died in that sneak attack.

……

Osamu Dazai actually sent me to garrison such a place! !

Damn, is he still human?Sure enough, this guy is not that kind at all, he is not testing me, he is clearly trying to make me, a powerless rookie, burp!

"Hey, I'm just giving you a piece of advice." Ango Sakaguchi coughed, his hands kept approving documents, and the expression on his face was indifferent: "It's just a matter of probability. The organization has already sent people to deal with the remaining party. You only need to be on shift for 3 days, during which time the organization should send new suitable people there."

"Really."

I still feel that my life is hopeless, and I handed the phone to the other party expectantly: "Then please give me the contact information, Mr. Ango."

"...What does this have to do with my contact information?" Ango Sakaguchi read the text in the translation software speechlessly, looking a bit reluctant to give it.

"Beforehand, if something really happens, it's useless for you to call me. When you join the mafia, you have already realized the cruelty of this industry."

He didn’t use the translation software for the last few sentences, he just babbled them out with his mouth, and the mirror reflected highlights of unknown meaning. I looked at him in a daze, and I could tell from the tone that the other party didn’t want to give it.

Ah, why?

It’s just a phone number. I, a little cannon fodder, can have any bad intentions. It’s just that I’m a collection addict after seeing a Two-dimensional real person. It’s just to satisfy my vanity, and I won’t sell his phone for money...

Wait, the phone number of such an important position as Port Mafia should be quite expensive to sell, right?

I restrained my excitement and couldn't help thinking. Ango Sakaguchi had an expression of "I don't think you're thinking of something good" on his face, and suddenly pulled the phone away from my hand. I have to say that at this point he and his Just like his friends (Oda Tsukuru is definitely not included here), after typing in the phone number, he handed the phone back again, telling me to get out of here and not disturb him to continue working.

"Yes."

A few seconds after I walked out, I couldn't help turning back again, pushing open the door and sticking out a head.

Sakaguchi Ango: "...What are you doing?"

"Thank you, Mr. Sakaguchi Yasugo."

The other party was stunned for a moment, waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, by the way, please close the door tightly before leaving."

***

I was still dazed when I returned to the Internet cafe.

Although it was a short afternoon, I always felt that I had passed the whole century. When I returned to the small Internet cafe, it was almost dark.

Nong Sawa sent an email during this period, asking me how things are going, whether I have been promoted and raised, yes, after all, it belongs to Mr. Dazai...

I slammed the mail shut.

I sat down on the tatami mat in the private room of the Internet cafe worriedly, and began to think about how to protect myself tomorrow. What if there is a hostile organization to attack me when it is my turn to be on duty!

Osamu Dazai was not that kind at all. He asked me to garrison, which probably meant that he asked me to deal with the rest of the party, and wanted to test my value and ability through this task.

...How could this be possible!

How about asking Odasaku for help?If there is a big boss town scene, it will definitely be fine, at least you won’t die there, no, it’s better to study your own supernatural power first, you have to rely on yourself for everything, hey, mysterious voice!Mysterious sound——! !

After struggling for a while, I shouted decisively in my heart, but unfortunately there was no movement in my empty mind.

Mysterious sound~~

Xiaoyinyin~~~come out soon~~~~vomit.

Finally, 10 minutes later, I was disgusted by myself, stood up and started looking for ropes all over the floor, and looked at the sky at 45° with a sad tone: "Ah, anyway, early death and late death are death, why not choose the most beautiful moment of fireworks now .”

"..."

"Hey, Zhao Jiaojiao, what on earth are you asking my lord to do?"

A damned voice suddenly appeared in my mind, it seemed very impatient: "Your supernatural ability is only effective on living people, when using the ability, the distance between the target object and the target cannot exceed 1000 meters, and it can be painted to the level of Mona ○ , the effect can reach about 95%; when painted as a stickman, the effect is only 1-2%, my lord has already told you all."

"You want to know other things, my lord can't say anything, that's all."

...So there is still a limit that cannot exceed 1000 meters? !I was surprised: "Is that all?"

"Tsk, it's gone. Although I don't want to give you a golden finger, we can't interfere with this kind of thing. You can talk about anything as long as you improve your painting skills."

The mysterious voice was a little helpless: "Okay? That question has been completely answered. Don't forget why you were put into this world in the first place. This is a curse and punishment for you. If you have nothing to do, you will be offline. If I call my lord again, I won’t come out.”

I:"……"

"Hey, wait, if I ask you what you should do specifically if you want to go home, and how to satisfy everyone, you won't answer me at all."

Mysterious voice: "Is this your second question?"

"Forget it, you can go offline."

I waved my hands wearily, stood up and wanted to go out to get some air, but the voice in my head said godlikely: "Well, it's not impossible to give you a hint, get closer to those characters."

"Isn't it a simple matter how to make the audience satisfied? Here's the strategy. You, the author of Su Shuang's article, should be more aware of this."

What? ! !

...Did I hear correctly just now, attack, strategy? !

How dare I have tens of thousands of dogs to do such a thing like Mary Su? ? ?

"Ah, by the way, your useless kowtow is very effective, keep going every day."

Me: "..." Crazy!

The mysterious voice disappeared in one breath, this time it was completely offline, and there was only one person left in the narrow room, which showed that the place was desolate and quiet.

I paced around in humiliation, and in less than three seconds, I knelt down and bowed three times on the spot, hey, there's no way, I'm just so thick-skinned.

After figuring out all the limitations of the supernatural powers, things are easy to talk about. Tomorrow, I should ask that Laoshizi TBC organization for information. It is best to get photos of Yu Dang. I can draw their portraits in advance.

Theory and practice are always different.

In order to prevent losing the chain at a critical moment, I sat down at the computer desk again, silently took out the gel pen, and began to practice my supernatural ability.

First of all, I tried to draw a computer on the sticky note (yes, it is the computer in the private room of the Internet cafe).

As the mysterious voice said, supernatural powers are useless against dead objects.

Tear off the post-it note, let’s draw a self-portrait of a stickman this time, um...add some hair, my hair is flaxen brown, and it’s as long as my shoulders. When I’m free, I’ll weave carambola on both sides braid.

I improvised, and looking at the freshly baked fur figure, I closed my eyes nervously, activated my ability, and raised my hand on the nails with all my heart!

Suddenly, there seemed to be transparent golden butterflies flying to my fingers and dancing in the air. After the dreamy gold powder faded, my fingernails——

Just a small, very light white scratch.

……

So it works for me too!

But according to this posture, if I write physical enhancement on the post-it note, I will only take two steps more than usual, and I will be backlashed by the supernatural ability the next day. I will go crazy and kill me directly.

The more I think about it, the more depressed I become, and the more I think about it, the more annoyed I feel. It's all due to that cruel new boss of Osamu Dazai!Entrust me with the task of hiding 100% danger, do you want me to use such weak superpowers to annihilate the enemy...

Sure enough, I should call Oda Sakunosuke for help.

I bit my pen, and started to search hard for a way to quickly master drawing. After searching for a long time, I found nothing useful. I remembered that I hadn’t written today’s update. in the text.

It has been decided, today my lord will speed up the progress of the male lead's crematorium, and let the world know why the flowers are so red.

***

"President, it's bad! Ma'am... Ma'am, she knelt on her knees for three days, and the child is gone!"

The secretary with the documents stumbled into the office, messed up the papers on the table, and accidentally disturbed Dazaizhi's heart.

"What did you say?"

The handsome brown-haired man suddenly stood up from the chair, impatiently followed the secretary and ran to the hospital. He just made the woman kneel in front of Zhongzi to repent, how could she be pregnant with his own child!

As everyone knows, Binghai Diezi, who fainted in a pool of blood, only felt cold, sad, and desperate.

She thought that one day he would be able to see her goodness. In this boring and gloomy world, only Dazaizhi is the light of Binghai Diezi.

Human nature, distorted philistine face, malice, deformed society, this world has no desire for people to live.

It's boring because it's already clear.

The meaning of Binghai Diezi's life is just to cooperate with his hand to go on. She loves him so much and wants to marry him and have a cute baby for him, but Dazaizhi is not even willing to keep their child. Down!

The disheartened Diezi doesn't want to love anymore, she wants to escape, escape from his palm called torture.

However, Dazai Zhi fell in love with her like a demon.

She escapes, he chases, she cannot fly without wings.

He regretted, he hated, he caught Diezi back, and locked the poor woman in a dark basement!

"Do you think I'll give in?"

Binghai Diezi looked at him with a smile. Her tears had already dried up on the night when the child was lost. Her slender fingers touched her empty stomach. There, the baby that once conceived the two of them was ruthlessly slapped by the other party. take away!

She closed her eyes, bit her tongue in Da Jae-ji's arms and killed herself.

"Do not!!!"

The shrill voice resounded throughout the basement. The brown-haired man hugged his wife's body tightly. The sad moonlight climbed into the window of the basement, but it also hit the man's remorseful heart.

His expression became distorted and strange, drawing the woman's browbones like crazy.

"Butterfly, you are mine."

"I won't allow you to leave my side."

Dazai Zhi stroked her slender and beautiful cheek, raised his head and let out a desperate and sharp laugh.

A crystal tear fell from the corner of his eye.

***

As I write, my anger subsides.

Excitedly clicked directly to publish, closed the phone and planned to go to the convenience store opposite to find something to eat. There seems to be a special price of 90 yen triangular rice balls today... Yes, even though I was lucky enough to become Dazai Osamu's subordinate, I still have Not very rich.

Don't talk about being rich, if I don't get paid tomorrow, I'm afraid I'm really going to starve to death on the street.

hateful!Just now I forgot to ask Anwu how much his new salary is, and now I don’t know when the salary will be paid. Looking at the few coins left in my hand, I worriedly went to pick up a free glass of ice water and stock up on it. At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly.

……

Today I added 3 heavyweight calls in one go, so it could be some big Buddha, right?

I swallowed nervously, turned on the phone and took a closer look, only to find that the caller ID was an unfamiliar number that I didn't recognize at all.

"Hey?"

"Hello? Hello, hello, is this teacher Shang Yingsong Phantomhine A. Angelina?"

Pfft—the ice water I just swallowed almost spewed out of my mouth.

"Sorry to bother you, I am the editor of ××○ Publishing House, the thing is like this, I read your work on the website of 'Becoming a Novelist', and after reading it, I was surprised that such a novel was published I will definitely get a lot of feedback afterwards, I wonder if you have time to talk to me?"

The speed of speaking on the other end of the phone was faster than that of Ango Sakaguchi, and my confusion was only limited to the time and talk with the other party.

The countless thoughts finally condensed into one sentence——

It seems that the money is taken.

"Ah, that's right." The voice on the phone continued: "The website shows that your location is in Yokohama, shouldn't it be correct?"

"That's easy to say. Please try not to choose Future Lane in the West District for the interview location. Although there are more coffee shops there... But we want to stay away from the nearby mafia. Heck, you know it too, teacher... PortMafia is not Ordinary citizens like us can be provoked."

"The place I recommend is near Yokohama Station, RoofTop coffee shop, you can contact me anytime you have time."