I write dog blood in Yokohama

Hello everyone, my name is... Although I really don't want to say it, but this matter cannot be denied, my name is Zhao Jiaojiao.

I was just thrown here by the so-called JJ master, the cold wind was blowing, and there was only a horrible corpse in front of me.

The atmosphere was unusually quiet, and the opponent's blood was still stained at his feet.

To be honest, even though I can write the corpses in the article with ease, I have searched a lot of mosaic hunting and strange pictures for the purpose of researching information. However, after actually seeing the real thing, I still couldn’t help but sit on the ground with a stomachache. Overwhelmed, I want to ask for a pair of eyes that I haven't seen.

The opponent was shot several times in the chest, and the blood flowing out of the black bullet hole had not yet dried up, his jaw was completely destroyed, and his face was no longer recognizable.

Why do you feel like you've been lied to?The inconspicuous identity that was promised, turned into a murderer inexplicably in the end!

There was no other reason, I looked down at the gun I was holding tightly in my hand, only to feel that my eyes were smeared.

Ah, wait a minute, something came back to my mind, I looked up at the corpse again, although I really didn't want to look at it a second time, but according to the characteristics of the death I observed just now——

With my legs trembling, I leaned over and carefully counted the number of times the opponent was shot in the chest, one, two, three... well, let's do it again, one, two...

Just when the third bullet hole was about to be counted, a strange voice suddenly came from behind: "Yahiro? What をしているのですか, dead body を punishment しましたか?"

The sudden sound made my hands tremble, and the pistol fell on the body with a "snap" when I didn't hold it steady. Instead of running, I swallowed my saliva, adjusted my facial expression and turned back tremblingly. It's a young guy I don't know at all.

Holding a long water pipe in his arms, this little brother is simply unimpressive, at least none of the anime characters I know has such an ordinary public face.

"どうしたの?" Brother... It would be better to say that the boy with a public face has already walked to the side, squatted down and looked at the gun I dropped on the corpse, and said in a tone like he was saying something casually: "ああ, あなたの手の枪ははから捜定されたのでしょう."

Who are you!

Please, what he said doesn't sound like Chinese, I kept my expression tense to prevent myself from showing a panicked look, and at the same time listened to the other party's babbled and incomprehensible sentences in a daze.

It turned out to be Japanese.

No, of course I know that he should speak Japanese, after all, the mysterious voice said that he will enter the anime world, but there is no translation mechanism!

Don't normal time travels come with listening skills, why am I in a fog? ?

I was so distressed that I could only think of the words that Mysterious Sound Curse said to me before - I don't have any golden fingers, and my life depends on myself.

Really fucking weak.

... Forget it, thanks to the experience of watching anime for more than ten years since I was a child, I actually know a little bit of Japanese at 01:30, at least I understand a small part of what the boy with a popular face next to me just said, He spoke unexpectedly slowly, and his enunciation sounded clear.

It's strange, I heard that the Japanese are basically gibberish when they speak.

In short, the other party probably asked me what I was doing, and the gun that fell out of my hand just now seemed to be found from a dead body.

It should be search, I seem to have heard the word "search" just now.

"Baxun? You feel a little strange. (I understand this sentence)"

The boy in front of him spoke again, he seemed to regard the search for the dead body as a cauldron of my tense body, he stood up and stuffed the water pipe into my arms with a helpless face: "Okay, okay, あなたが死身を身份するのが狼手だと知っています, exchange すればいいですよね?"

(Remarks: I know you are not good at disposing of corpses, so we can just exchange them?)

What the hell is he talking about?

The last two sentences are too long to understand at all!

I could only vaguely hear the words "not good at", "dead body" and "exchange". I squatted next to the boy holding the water pipe with a very normal expression, and my heart was almost panicking into the Sahara desert.

I don't know what he wants to exchange, it should be the water pipe in his hand. I looked back along the water pipe in a messy mood. It turned out that the water pipe was connected to a big black truck not far away.

Looking back for such a short time, the young man beside him seemed to have disposed of the corpse. He picked up the bag at his feet, put it in a big bag and put it on his shoulder: "Okay, Hachiro. Morning くcleaningしなさい." (Remarks: Clean it up quickly.)

He didn't respond to the other party's words, and his ears were first attracted by the word "Yahei". It was a familiar pronunciation, and he had already repeated it three times.

I'm not stupid, if so, that must be some kind of title for me.

It sounds like it should be a Japanese surname. I subconsciously searched all the anime I’ve watched with my clever brain. Find the word "Yahei" in your brain.

Translated into Chinese seems to be, Baxun.

I was so serious on the surface, and I finally found out my surname in my heart. I cried with joy, but the boy seemed to be still telling something: "Blood と trace を き れ い ni し た こ と を 覚 え い い ま す, clean up を を き ま し ょ う."

(Remarks: Remember to clean up the blood and traces.)

I didn't know what he was doing in bb again, Dazhonglian was already carrying the sack and walking towards the direction of the black truck, complaining as he walked:

"It's very troublesome, isn't it? I heard that this incident is something, this traitor is something secret, everyone needs something, the body is something, and the police can't find it."

"Come on, Baxun."

Master, don't read Master!The book of heaven seemed to be buzzing in my ears, and I only understood the last sentence. I feel very tired of this guy. Through the previous conversation, I can even guess that the other party wants me to clean up the traces.

The exchange just mentioned is probably an exchange of work. One of them is here to deal with the corpses, while the other is responsible for cleaning up blood, footprints, etc. The tasks of the two are reversed, so he will hand over the water pipes to me.

I feel like I've been cheated. Why do I sound like a low-level mafia boss now that I've agreed on a humble identity?Help, I won’t write about Mary Suwen in the future, can’t I? I was wrong and I dare not do it again.

"Ah, I'm sorry." The voice of remorse in his heart seemed to have moved his good partner. The young man with a public face in front of him suddenly stopped beeping, scratched his head as if remembering something, and turned around embarrassedly:

"I accidentally spoke too fast, did you hear me clearly?"

Ok?

I was about to stop the movement of twisting the water pipe, and I was not sure if I misunderstood it, so I raised my head.

"Bahiro, you haven't finished learning Japanese, have you?" The juvenile had already thrown the big bag into the huge trunk of the truck. He came back and patted me on the shoulder with an understanding expression on his face. He spoke very slowly and clearly. : "After all, you just joined here not long ago, and it's also the first time I've seen a Chinese."

I feel that my heart may be very hideous at this time, brother, you just finished touching the corpse!If you scratch your head, you still touch my shoulder, shit you!

But no matter what, a big rock of uncertainty finally fell to the ground.

Judging by the tone of this little brother, it seems that I don’t have to worry about showing my secrets in terms of my language barrier. At the same time, the lack of communication does not reflect the big change in the tone of the speech. After all, why was I so nervous before.

No wonder the mysterious voice said that I would wear a dress that fits my identity. It turned out that I was directly turned into a Chinese with a language barrier, and even went to Japan to be the cannon fodder of the mafia. This is not the correct way for me to learn the protagonist's time travel. This obviously killed me instantly.

Forget it, anyway, not changing my nationality makes me feel better... No wonder!So far, I have repented seven or eight hundred times in my heart. I swear that the most regrettable thing I have done in my life is tm writing Lei Wen. I really want to go back and cry.

However, yingying is useless, no matter how much I cry in my heart, I have to finish the inexplicable work in my hand.

Although I don't know how to clean up the traces at all, what to do, just wash it with water, right?

I can't ask that boy with a popular face, I feel like I'm going crazy.