[Comprehensive] Professional kill MOMO sauce

I always feel...it is not Dazai who is comforted, but herself.

Banjing Momomizu hid his face behind the newspaper, and occasionally glanced at Dazai who was humming a ditty with his legs crossed and his arms pillowed.

Compared with reading newspapers, she actually wants to play games more, at least play games can stop her from thinking wildly for a while.

The elves in the Mafia Affairs Building can't be caught whenever they want, and as a chief who doesn't change her life, she hasn't seen the shadow of SSR so far.

Unfortunately, the phone just ran out of battery.

——I really want Ibaraki Shuten Phase [-] Ni Grandpa Heqiu Karna oh...

——By the way, Ibaraki Doji's fanboy is also called "the ghost of Rashomon"!Midi, Rashomon, such a familiar setting...

"It's so late, isn't Momo-chan still asleep?" Sensing Banjing Momozui's gaze drifting over from time to time, Dazai tilted his head and asked her: "Or...do you need me to tell you a bedtime story?"

Banjing Momozui, who was extremely bored and began to diverge his thoughts, suddenly heard Dazai's voice, blinked his eyes and said, "I refuse, I'm afraid I won't be able to fall asleep after hearing your story, why don't we have a chat?"

Cough, let's talk about love by the way.

Startled by her own thoughts, Banjing Taoshui silently recited the Diamond Sutra several times in her heart.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Hmm..." Banjing Momozuki poked his chin with his index finger, thought for a while, and said, "Is your detective agency very leisurely? In fact, you can leave the mafia building before dark, right?"

"That's not true. As a caring organization that maintains peace in the city, the Detective Agency's tasks are very heavy. Recently, the time for suicide has been reduced due to busy work!"

Dazai made a distressed and aggrieved look on purpose, Banjing Momozuki twitched the corners of her mouth, but she didn't see that this person was "busy" at all, and what the hell was the reduction in suicide time?

"You don't want to push all the work to your colleagues, do you?" Banjing Momozui turned over the newspaper and pointed to the headlines: "If you have time, you can investigate this young man who can go to heaven. He should also be a supernatural being, right?"

The headline story was a photo of an awesome-looking teenager in his high school uniform flying into the air with a clear umbrella to save a bird.

"His name is Sakamoto, and he is a student of the prefectural high school." Dazai obviously knew this young man, "I have investigated it before, and he is not a supernatural being, but even as an ordinary person, he is still a more miraculous existence than supernatural beings." .”

Banjing Taoshui was a little confused, she still didn't quite understand how ordinary people without supernatural powers could fly without tools.

"After all, it is a profit-making private organization. As long as there is an entrustment, we will be busy, so we should try to be lazy when we can. We will go back to the detective agency in two days. Anyway, Kunikida-kun will definitely take care of the work. " Dazai clasped his palms together and said with a sunny face, Banjing Momozui was no stranger to his ability to change faces quickly.

"I seem to see Kunikida-kun's frantic face, Dazai, I hope it won't be your memorial day in two days." She said without sincerity, put down the newspaper, and reached for the magazine.

"No way, my dream is to die in love with a beautiful woman, not to die at the hands of Kunikida." Dazai turned his head to look at the half-turned magazine, seemed to think about his words, and slowly reminded her: " Ah, better not to see--"

However, his reminder was already too late, with a hiss, Banjing Taoshui suddenly tore the magazine into shreds with a sullen face.

Regardless of the fact that it was already midnight, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.After calling twice but no one answered, she persistently called a third time, and this time the other party finally answered the phone.

"...Who are you?" A young man's sleepy voice with a nasal sound came from the mobile phone, "Disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night, is there any humanity?!"

"Editor Maeno, doesn't your phone have a caller ID?" Banjing Momozui gritted his teeth but tried his best to keep a smile on his face, which was a little creepy, "You have the nerve to mention humanity to me? Changed the 'face' in the original manuscript to 'hip' without my permission. |Next', change 'situation' to 'feeling|thing', have you removed the word 'human' from your human nature, leaving only 'sex'?"

"What, it turned out to be Teacher Izumi..."

Without waiting for Maeno's refutation, Banjing Momozui continued to question: "Also, what's the matter with the bunch of cute civet cats outside the frame? I remember that the theme of the new series is Population | The Inexhaustible Root of Trading, and the content is about poverty, violence , sex|abuse and government GDP-only theory, why did I think I saw a girl manga when I opened the magazine?!"

"The raccoon is so cute, and what's wrong with shoujo manga, it's my dream to be a shoujo manga editor." Maeno said without reflection.

Hearing this, Banjing Momozui became furious, "Please be more serious, this is a social novel published in "Asahi Weekly", it is not a girl's manga, and it is not a small pornography. If you change my manuscript again, I have the right to apply for a replacement editor!"

"Okay, okay, I will issue an apology statement at work tomorrow, but Teacher Izumi is also at fault, your original manuscript has too many Chinese characters balabala..."

—excuseme?Blame me?

"...Maeno, editor in charge, please hurry up and chase your dreams bravely, please!"

Banjing Momosui hung up the phone with a dark face. "Dazai, do you know any good lawyers? Please recommend me some."

"What do you want a lawyer for?"

"My reputation has been seriously affected!" She said frantically, shaking the broken magazine, feeling that all the calmness she had experienced in the mafia had been fed to the dogs, and even the hair on the top of her head was trembling, "I decided to investigate Take a look at all the manuscripts handled by the editor in charge of Maeno, all of them! I want to see him in court!!!”

"Calm and calm." Dazai patted her on the shoulder, as if to comfort her, but he added to the flames with a smile, "I heard that the lawyer Feiying Lifei in Tokyo has a very high winning rate, but—" he changed his voice, "Momo-chan is so angry, really Is it because Maenosuke edited your manuscript? Or is it because of some other reason?"

Banjing Taoshui was silent, and after a long while said: "It's okay, I've calmed down." She rolled on the sofa, turned her back to Dazai and shrank into a corner, "I'll go to bed first, remember if you get up late tomorrow morning wake me up."

This look of hiding something is too obvious.Maybe it was because of too much trust, when there was no one else around except Dazai, Banjing Momozui always subconsciously forgot to hide herself.

But Dazai didn't expose her, his tone was even quite relaxed: "Good night, Momo-chan."

"Well... good night... um... huh..."

The special ability of girls to touch pillows is simply amazing.

Dazai looked at her in silence for a long time, approached quietly, put his hand under her nose, and touched her carotid artery.

There is breathing, arterial pulsation, and temperature. This is a living person, not the cold corpse he saw on the top floor of an abandoned building in the suburbs five years ago.

He took off his windbreaker and covered the girl, and saw her slightly stretch out her curled body because of the warmth.

"I came up with 58 possibilities, and I rejected 56 of them."

Dazai lowered his voice, and his tone was somewhat dissatisfied, as if he was complaining to a sleeping girl.

"...You slept soundly, but I can't fall asleep."

***

Banjing Taoshui had a dream.

She was surrounded by thousands of faces dripping with blood and tears.Pain, hatred, lamentation, pleading, numbness, madness... Their expressions are vivid and lively, but they are all screaming and wailing at her——

"Kill me, kill me quickly!"

"Please give me a relief!"

……

"Sorry, sorry, I don't have a weapon, I can't..."

Banjing Taoshui's only thought at this time was not to save them, but to kill them without weapons.And she herself didn't think there was anything wrong with thinking this way.

It was as if she knew they were hopeless.

Facing the terrifying face full of malice approaching step by step, she backed up in panic, backed up...Suddenly, she stepped on something, her body tilted, and she fell to the ground.

That's a pistol|gun.

When she quickly picked up the pistol and pointed it at the faces, there was a bang of smoke, and the faces turned into a group of cute civet cats.

She breathed a sigh of relief and put down her pistol|gun.The civet cats were bouncing towards her like pinballs, but she suddenly found that each of them had the same face as Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

"Stay away from Dazai-san!"

The raccoon cat Akutagawa casts "Rashomon" while talking, and finds that he can't use his powers, Banjing Momozu keeps fleeing and fleeing, fleeing from night to day, and from day to night, and finally escapes into an abandoned building.

She climbed up to the roof and looked down panting, but the civet cat Akutagawa didn't catch up. Just as she was relieved, she suddenly found a person standing behind her.

That person is Dazai.

"I have to stay away from you." Banjing Taoshui heard his own voice.

--why?

She didn't understand why she said that, she just wanted to ask Dazai who was opposite him if he knew, but she was horrified to find that her right hand holding the gun was slowly raised uncontrollably.

Finally, she smiled at Dazai, put the barrel of the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.

"boom--!!"

***

"what--!!"

Banjing Taoshui suddenly stood up.

Her face was pale, her back was covered with cold sweat, and she gasped as frequently as she had run around Mount Fuji a dozen times.

"...Momo sauce?"

Dazai shook his hands in front of her eyes, frowned slightly, and there was obvious worry in his eyes: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Banjing Taoshui, who was still not sober, said in a daze, "I dreamed that I committed suicide by drinking a bullet..."

"Kill yourself with a bullet..." Dazai's eyes flickered slightly, "Why did MOMO-chan dream of this?"

"How would I know?" Banjing Momozuki scratched some messy hair, and looked at Dazai with accusation, "Anyway, it's all Tokiomi... No, it's all your fault!"

Thinking of those civet cats with Akutagawa faces in the dream, Banjing Momomizu, who suddenly suffered from trysophobia, couldn't help but shudder.

... The Shura field and so on are really terrifying.

At dawn, the two of them skilfully bypassed the monitor and left the Mafia Affairs Building. Dazai also walked away with Nakahara Nakaya, a bottle of good wine. If Banjing Taoshui didn't stop him, he might still be in someone else's temperature-controlled wine cabinet Install a set of bombs|bombs.

"Is Momo-chan going back to the hotel?" Dazai walked behind Hanjing Momozu with his pockets in his pocket, "Let's find a permanent place as soon as possible. Do you want me to recommend a real estate agency?"

Banjing Taoshui looked back, the young man with delicate face was wearing the morning light, under the warm golden clear tulle, his casual smile and casual posture were all so good-looking that Banjing Taoshui wished that time would freeze here.

She smiled, and was about to agree when she suddenly heard Dazai's excited voice——

"Ah, this river is very nice!"

Dazai's eyes lit up as he was walking on the embankment, and before Banjing Taoshui could hold him back, he plunged into the river.

The author has something to say: Little Theater [-]:

River God: Young novelist, did you lose this Jin Dazai, or this Silver Dazai?

MOMO: As the saying goes, a golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your dog's kennel. Similarly, Kim Dazai and Silver Dazai are not as good as your own dog——

Akutagawa: How dare you disrespect Mr. Dazai, Rashomon! ! !

#Professional dead momo sauce#

Small Theater [-]:

Banjing Momozui threw Akutagawa's windbreaker into Zhongya's office when she left Hong Kong and Hei. Akutagawa didn't see her taking her windbreaker away from the surveillance. She didn't know that the windbreaker was in Zhongya's office. trench coat.

After all... Dazai gave him a windbreaker after knowing him for so many years.

"Did you see the trench coat?" ×1

"Did you see the trench coat?" ×2

……

"Did you see the trench coat?"×n

"Hey, Akutagawa!" Zhong Yuanzhong also carried a windbreaker. "Is this yours?"

A few days later, there were new rumors within Hong Kong and Black——

"I heard that Mr. Chuya Nakahara is having an affair with Akutagawa?"

"I heard Mr. Chuya Nakahara stole Akutagawa's clothes?"

"I heard that Mr. Chuya Nakahara imitated Niulang and wanted to attract the attention of Zhinu Akutagawa?"

Later, I don’t know why the rumors evolved into——

"I heard Mr. Chuya Nakahara stripped Akutagawa's clothes?"

"Hey, beast!"

Later, Nakahara Chuya and Akutagawa met Hanjing Momozu——

Zhongye: "Among the filthy sorrows!"

Akutagawa: "Rashomon——!!!"

#Professional dead momo sauce#

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I applied for next week's list, so please collect, please collect, if you collect more, Mr. Dazai may give Akutagawa a new windbreaker~

After the new rain in the empty mountain, I came to collect it.

If you want to see a thousand miles away, I come to ask for collection.

Grandpa and mother hear that daughter is coming, and I come to ask for collection.

On the wedding night in the bridal chamber, I come to collect it.

The wind is blowing, the water is cold, I come to collect the strong man.

Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets come to me for collection.

Life is unsatisfactory, why not ask me to collect it.

I am born to be useful, and I come to collect all kinds of materials.

Ask for collection, ask for collection, one hundred thousand, I come to collect.