I write dog blood in Yokohama

Hello everybody, my name is……

This routine chapter has already come, so I won't repeat it again.

All in all, let me re-introduce myself, a hard-working anti-Mary Su writer, a tenth-level nerd with deep lazy cancer, who has never done anything important in this life, and just encountered a tragic time-traveling incident not long ago.

The current gender is female, 15 years old.

That's right, I discovered a sad fact from the rearview mirror of the black truck. My whole body has shrunk. Although it can be seen from the outline of the facial features that it is still my face, but visually I am only fifteen or sixteen years old.

……No!

I didn't expect that once I suddenly returned to the underage, the slender and petite hands would have no deterrent effect. How could I survive in the lower class with such a tender face? What kind of hell mode is this?

I swallowed my saliva and searched my whole body in despair, only to find that there were two double guns hidden in the inner pocket of my coat.

Well, you Mafia deserve to be you Mafia.

As for the extremely distressing trace cleaning task in the previous chapter, although I didn't handle it well, after my hard work over and over again with the spirit of sweeping the floor, I finally managed to muddle through.

The boy with a public face had already climbed onto the big black truck. After I cleaned up the surrounding traces with a bunch of tools, I found that the truck hadn’t left yet, so I ran over to put the tools in the back of the truck with some hesitation, opened the door and climbed up. cart.

"Finally cleaned up? How long do I really have to wait? What are you still doing there!?!"

As soon as he stepped into the cramped compartment at the front end, there was some kind of unspeakable strange smell in his nostrils, and a burst of cursing came from the opposite side. The person who spoke was not the boy before, but Meng Meng who was sitting in the main driver's seat and smoking a cigarette. Uncle Han.

The fierce uncle looks like he is in his 30s, and he also has a cannon fodder face, and his tone is full of impatience.In addition to wearing a black suit, he also has three very hideous scars on the corners of his eyes. He looks very much like the social leader of the Qinglong Gang and the Dog Dragon Gang in TV dramas, and he has a dangerous aura that is not easy to mess with.

I was about to pee out of fear, but I could only nod embarrassedly on my face. The boy who came up earlier seemed to be helping to smooth things over. By the way, he secretly turned his head and gave me a wink. His tone sounded very flattering, but he said too much to that man. I really didn't hear clearly.

The internal structure of a large truck is similar to that of a truck. The rear compartment occupies two-thirds, but there are two rows of seats in the front, and the second row is connected and very narrow. This is where I and Volkswagen are sitting.

There is a faint smell of rotten raw eggs in the nostrils, which can even be described as the smell of dead mice that have been covered for a long time. Even though the car windows are fully open, it still drifts from time to time from nowhere.

I was about to vomit to death in my heart, it's a shame that the other two could sit in the car for so long... No wonder this social elder brother wants to scold me, if it were me, I would also want to go up and beat people.

Well, in fact, I should thank the social uncle in the driver's seat. The smell of smoke around him has washed away a lot of other unpleasant smells in the car. Absolutely. I have to say that I would rather smoke second-hand smoke than smell it The stench of corpses.

"Yahiro, our mission is over, right? Anyway, Brother Gu Chuan is responsible for sending the rest back. Where are you going back?"

The car had already started, and the boy with a public face stuck his head over to whisper.

I didn't quite understand the previous paragraph, but the last sentence asked me where to go next.

How could I know? Hey!

I opened my mouth in bewilderment, and I pretended not to know how to describe it in words, so I raised my hand in embarrassment, and the young man with a popular face nodded almost instantly: "Ah, I know what you want to say."

no you know what? ?I don't even know what I should say, but I'm glad he got it, it seems that I can get away with it for the time being.

"Dormitory, right?"

"Really, the staff dormitory is a common vocabulary, you should learn it first, but it happens that I also want to go back to the dormitory, so we can go together."

The public face was a little speechless and came back to talk patiently. Although I feel that he just wants to go back to the dormitory, this person is real, but forget it, what is more shocking than these is that Mafia has a staff dormitory!Not to mention anything else——

It's nice not to have to sleep on the streets, yeah.

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The above is the reason why my unlucky guy was trapped in the dormitory.

That's right, ten minutes later, we finally arrived at the employee dormitory that we were so proud of before, but now we just want people to call it a hot chicken. The small dilapidated one-bedroom apartment with an area of ​​only more than 20 square meters is so crowded that we can't even install a toilet. The toilet can only go to the public WC on the first floor.

This is an ordinary collective house, which seems to be specially used for low-level people. The mottled bricks and cement have aged badly, there is a messy smell of smoke floating in the corridors, and the sound insulation of the rooms is not good. You can even hear the woman's yelling.

To be honest, if the popular-faced boy hadn't walked up the stairs of this apartment building with me, I might have run away in fright.

Ghosts live in this kind of residential area that looks smoky at first sight!Whoever lives here is unlucky, okay?Fortunately, I was still rejoicing before, I am rejoicing a ghost, I am rejoicing.

My room seems to be in 201. I have to say that this location is easy to fool, because it is next to the stairs, and I was so cautious that I just climbed to the second floor with the boy, and the other party has already stood at the door of this bedroom: "Okay, your room Come on, let's go in."

After the other party finished speaking, he waved his hand and walked away. I looked back at the door with 201 hanging uneasily. I didn't dare to waste time. I quickly found the key from my pocket and went to open the door. During this period, I could still hear this Someone seemed to be whistling at me in the corridor on the first floor, and the echo of footsteps and curses kept coming from which staircase.

I always feel that there is a kind of malicious gaze staring at this side, which makes my speed of unlocking increase to the limit.

With a "squeak", the door of the dormitory was finally opened.

Regardless of how I slammed into it, I quickly turned around and locked the door, fuck it, I don't want to leave this room for the rest of my life.

……

However, it is impossible to stay out of the house. This so-called apartment is extremely simple, with a small round table and a futon, the tatami mats under the feet are very old, old and yellow, and a few cardboard boxes are piled up in the corner. Nothing is cleaner than my washbasin.

There is only one room in the small dormitory, so stuffy that people can't speak.

For a moment, I felt as if there were tens of thousands of muddy horses galloping on the green grassland. I walked over and opened the cardboard boxes in those corners to check one by one. In the top box was a Japanese-Chinese dictionary, and there were two or three pieces of clothes piled next to it. Towels, toothbrushes, underwear, etc., the middle layer contains bullets and some protective oil, which is probably used to maintain the gun.

In addition, surprisingly, there is a complete set of pencils and paint boxes on the bottom floor.

They are pressed in the bottom box, pencils ranging from 2B to 14B, 24-color gouache paint box, two soft carbons and 8B erasers, and even a few large sheets of cardboard.

Mafia actually still has time to learn painting part-time. I emptied all these boxes in disbelief. Is it bad to be fat? ?

After searching these boxes, I started to turn over my casual clothes even harder.

That's right, casual clothes. I'm not wearing a fancy suit, just a very ordinary black casual outfit.

Obviously, I have gained a lot this time. My mobile phone, room key, money and a Huaxia ID card. I took a closer look and found that my name "Zhao Jiaojiao" was written on it. Even the bottom number was exactly the same. There must be a bug. This is!

I feel that the Huaxia certificate should be useless in Japan. Compared with this, I stared at the small handful of steel coins and a few Japanese coins with 1000 yuan written in my hand, and tears filled my eyes.

money!It's great to be rich.

Although it didn't look like much, I put the money aside and started to dig into the other inside pocket of my coat. Inside was a utility knife, a gel pen, and... a stack of small square sticky notes clipped with paper clips .

I don't know what these are for, but I still carry post-it notes with me, maybe they are used to record things at work.

I put the things back into my pockets again, and I investigated the things I have so far. By the way, I picked up the mobile phone that I didn’t check. There are only a few unfamiliar numbers in the "Contacts", and the notes are all transliterated in Chinese. name.

【Contact】

1. Scatter your head

2. Get Sawa

3. You Simura

4. He gawked

……

.........

These are all messy notes. I was shocked, and silently exited the charming eye page. There were no more than 5 notes in the contacts, and there was no substantive content in the photo album and memo. Only a few Niaoyu emails were received in the mailbox.

There is a translation software downloaded on my mobile phone, I copied and pasted the content into the translator without hesitation, and waited for a long time before I got the translation result——

These emails seem to be simple task instructions, such as where to dispose of the corpse today, and where to clean up tomorrow, but there is no doubt that there is a title for me at the front of each order issued.

Before copying, I was a little curious in my heart.

The Chinese name is Jiaojiao, how to say the Japanese name should be linked to Jiaojiao, I recognize Baxun Jiaojiao and the like, thinking like this, I looked down at the translation on the phone with a blank expression Text--

Baxun acted like a baby.

……

To peat, what kind of broken translation software is this!

If it wasn't for being so malicious, even if I couldn't read Japanese, I could roughly guess that my name must be the one I guessed, Jiaojiao, Baxun Jiaojiao.

Can translation software be more reliable?But this name is incongruous enough, no matter how you pronounce it, it will be strange... Forget it, isn't there Baxun Ningning?My name is Baxun Jiaojiao!

Hmph, just call.

While complaining in my heart, the corners of my mouth twitched and I stood up. I put the phone back into my pocket, and picked up the small money that was left beside me.

In the current situation, since he has the most basic funds in hand... of course he should go live in an Internet cafe outside.

I heard that Internet cafes in Japan can be used as fast hotels. As for me, it is impossible to stay here. I can’t sleep at night in such a mixed place. Who can guarantee that there will be no accidents when the lock is locked? It’s too painful. I can’t even sleep. Can't sleep well!

After putting away the money, I walked to the door and opened the lock vigilantly. The man who whistled at me before was still there.

I ignored him. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of him smoking a cigarette and whistling again. He seemed to be approaching. I hurriedly tore off my casual jacket, took out one of the pistols pretending to be casual, and put it in my left trouser pocket. inside.

The whole movement looks very natural, as if I thought the gun was too chrome, so I changed the position temporarily.

Sure enough, the footsteps not far away stopped, and I didn't give each other time to react, so I hurriedly oiled the soles of my feet and left the dormitory.

After running outside, I finally felt alive. With my hands on my knees, I dilated my nostrils and took a few mouthfuls of fresh air. I no longer had to smell smoke or other strange smells. It was a great relief in life.

I looked around in a daze for a while, and I could only reluctantly find a small Internet cafe with my half-baked Japanese and the slow-response translation software in my mobile phone.

I have to say that even the small Internet cafes are thankful. There is no need for an ID card here. I filled in my personal information and randomly chose a 12-hour overnight package, which ended up costing 2060 yuan for one night.

It's so expensive... It's equivalent to more than 100 RMB!The savings he just got in his pocket was directly reduced by more than half, and the rest of his life was in jeopardy.

Alas, thanks to writing novels, I have at least a little bit of Japanese-related knowledge in my mind (such as the conversion of RMB to Japanese currency, although it is useless at all), otherwise I would be really illiterate.

I found the cubicle with the key handed to me by the guy at the bar. That’s right, the Internet cafe here actually has a separate private room, although it’s very small and only 1m wide, which is less than one-third of my staff dormitory.

But at least the environment is not as bad as the apartment, and there is even a computer to play with, which is already making people cry with joy.

After locking the door of the room, when my butt finally touched the cushion in the room, the muscles all over my body that had been tense all the time relaxed, and I suddenly felt that I was throbbing with hunger.

I stood up silently, went out and spent 300 yen to order a bucket of instant noodles, and came back to eat. I turned on the computer and stared at the screen full of Japanese. The time displayed in the lower right corner was XX, XX, Monday, 16:20 pm.

It's still early, and before that, I can only play casually to pass the time.

I stared bitterly at the closed ceiling above my head. This would probably be my first night after crossing.