Yoshikage Kira will save Renri

"It seems... I have to find another part-time job."

Jiang Carlo, holding a bag of baguettes, touched the slightly deflated pockets. If this continued, he would really starve to death.

Just as he was thinking about it, a strong wind suddenly rolled up a newspaper that was randomly thrown on the ground, and stuck it directly on his face.

"Woo! Damn it, who littered...!"

Jiang Kaluo, who was in a bad mood, felt uncomfortable and took the dirty newspaper off his face. What caught his eyes was a job with a seemingly high salary.

"Polaris Private Detective Company recruits new detectives with a daily salary of [-] lire. There is no gender or age limit, and retired soldiers are preferred."

Hey, it's true, it's not a monthly salary or a weekly salary, but a daily salary of 300 lire, can you get [-] million lire a month...

Jiang Carlo carefully looked at the address and date under the newspaper advertisement. The interview time is tomorrow morning, and the address is not far from here. It feels like his luck is coming.

But he is just a writer, he has no experience in fighting skills, and he doesn't know how to use a gun very much. If he is a detective, there must be times when he needs to chase someone. If he chases someone like this, he will be killed.

But at this point, Jiang Kaluo thinks that he can use a gun as long as he knows how to use a gun. Now is the era of hot weapons, and it shouldn't matter if he doesn't know fighting skills. For him, it is rare that he can earn a high salary and draw materials for detective novels. Opportunity.

Italy is one of the European countries that allows its citizens to hold guns. In recent years, Italy, especially southern Italy including Naples, has become very chaotic, so Jiang Carlo really thinks that he should buy a gun, otherwise one day he will be banned. The drug dealers who knew where they were dragged away couldn't resist.

"If you can't do it, just resign. In this Italy where gangsters are rampant, it may be right to have a gun."

Driving his dilapidated second-hand Ford car, this car is one of Jiang Carlo's few valuable possessions, but in fact there are still ten months of installments that have not been paid.

Relying on the common sense of detective novels, Jiang Carlo went to a gun supply store with a little anxiety.

The owner of the store was unexpectedly a man who was a little older than Jiang Carlo, but he didn't look too old. He was wearing a black suit, a bit like a gentleman who only appeared at night dances.

Take a closer look, this shop owner...like me looks a bit like an oriental, mixed race...no, maybe he immigrated to Italy from other countries.

"Well, hello, store manager, I want to buy a gun."

"puff!"

When Jiang Carlo stated his purpose of buying a gun, the other party let out a slightly impolite laugh that was different from his attire.

"Is what I said so ridiculous..."

"No, I'm sorry, but I really didn't expect that some customers would think that I am the store manager here. In fact, I can indeed be regarded as a temporary store manager now. The original store manager has a temporary business, so I will hand over the store to me today. Watched."

He took off the gentleman's hat on his head, and the other party expressed his apology helplessly. It wasn't that Jiang Kaluo's behavior made him feel funny, it was simply because he also understood that his attire looked a bit out of place with this place. In fact, Jiang Kaluo did too. Think so.

"A gentleman with a gun at night is also very handsome."

"Eh?"

"You were thinking this just now. I don't fit in here. This kind of thinking is written on my face. But think about it carefully. The gentleman who invites the ladies to dance together at the ball at night, after the end of the song, he handsomely raised his hand. The pistol smashed the light bulb and plunged the whole scene into darkness and chaos, which would be a pretty good scene in a novel."

Following what the temporary shop owner said, Jiang Kaluo also tried to imagine the scene, and it seemed that he really felt that it could be used as the opening of a detective suspense novel, but Jiang Kaluo was more willing to write that than an ordinary dance party. Masquerade party, after all, the prisoner who directly exposed his identity is too stupid.

"Does the owner have any guns you can recommend..."

"Recommendation. If you want to buy a gun, I suggest you choose it yourself. After all, it is something you use to protect yourself. If you really don't have any knowledge about guns, I recommend this one."

The temporary shopkeeper suddenly took out a pistol that looked quite delicate from his body. Just by looking at it, Jiang Carlo felt that this gun should be very expensive.

"Ruge-P08. The pistol I am most used to carrying on my body. This gun was improved by George. ** on the basis of the C18 Borchard pistol designed by Hugo Bocha in the 90 () 93s .It is an excellent pistol in World War I.

The biggest feature of the gun is the toggle-type lifting lock and double-action firing, which is a pistol that can be called a handicraft.

Luger has high requirements on the working environment and has many and complicated parts, so it is called "precision Swiss watch gun".But even so, the gun was loved by many officers during World War II.

It can be said to be the aristocrat among pistols.Although it has been more than a hundred years since its development, Ruger-P08 is still very popular among collectors.

Naturally, the practicality cannot be compared with the new pistols. I like to carry this thing on my body entirely to satisfy the simple and superficial vanity that I have to admit that I am already a successful person. "

After listening to the shopkeeper's explanation, Jiang Carlo really wanted such a gun as a collection, because even if it wasn't the practical pistol he needed now, it was still something that could be used as the subject of a novel.

"That... no, can I ask the owner for your name?"

"What's the name... Ji... No, the name is more troublesome, you can call me...JOJO."

Jiang Kaluo didn't know if it was his own delusion. When the shopkeeper said this address instead of his name, he seemed to turn around to hide his smile.

At that time, he saw, on the back shoulder of the man who called himself JOJO, there seemed to be a faint imprint in the shape of a star.

Chapter 100: The Encounter of "Fate"

When Jiang Carlo arrived at the office building of Polaris Detective Company on a new day, he wondered if he had gone by the wrong way, but after confirming the address, he found that he had not gone to the wrong place.

"No matter how you look at it, it's a bar..."

Hanging a signboard with a large wine bottle, this is undoubtedly a bar, and it doesn't look like an office building of a detective company from the outside.

The address is not wrong, so it can only prove that the so-called "Polaris Detective Company" is in this place.

"Speaking of which, one of H.P. Lovecraft's early works is called The North Star."

Muttering unimportant things, Jiang Carlo confirmed that he was carrying his gun properly and that the address was indeed correct, and then walked into the bar that should be his goal.

Early in the morning, there were no customers here, only the bar owner was standing behind the counter and scrubbing the wine glasses alone. The bar played loud jazz music. The owner seemed to enjoy this kind of time, and didn't notice Jiang Carlo's words at all. exist.

"Excuse me, do you know where Polaris Detective Company is?"

If possible, he also wants to order a glass of less strong wine, and enjoy the jazz while feeling the environment here. This is also a way to find inspiration, but he doesn't have the spare money to do this kind of thing now.

The boss who interrupted his interest in listening to the music didn't look angry, but at the same time he showed a smile that made Jiang Kaluo feel a little uncomfortable, as if he didn't speak, but he could feel the other party saying "again!" I'm an idiot" with a smile of mocking words.

The bar owner pointed to the second floor, and Jiang Carlo, who understood what he meant, didn't continue to entangle with this weird boss, and walked up the creaking old stairs.

"Ah, sorry, I was thinking about something."

At the corner of the stairs, Jiang Carlo accidentally bumped into a stranger who came down from the second floor, but the force was not strong, so he just apologized after reacting.

"You bastard, what kind of attitude is this that you have bumped into your elder brother!"

Surprisingly, another person who followed the man who was hit by Jiang Carlo seemed to find fault at this moment.

It's not good, could it be the gangsters around here, I really don't want to get involved with this kind of guy.

"Hey, Bessie, when did you start being a punk?"

"Ah, brother, but this man...."

"Listen well, Bessie, you are not a little bastard who will give you the illusion that you are strong and superior when you collect some protection fees on the roadside. You actually follow me, so do more practical things for me."

Just when Jiang Kaluo wanted to escape, unexpectedly, the man he bumped into stopped the younger brother who seemed to be looking for Jiang Kaluo.

Speaking of which, this guy should be my younger brother... How did this face grow like this, how did his neck grow like a carrot, if possible, I really want to see what his parents look like... ...

It's not about appearance discrimination. In Jiang Kaluo's eyes, it's simply that this person's appearance is too rare. It's like a big white radish with human features growing on it. If it's not a close distance, it can be seen clearly that this is a real person's face. Jiang Kaluo probably thought this person was playing a white radish, so he wore a hood.

"Ah, I thought Bessie was yelling again because of something. Did my friend give you trouble, Prosciutto?"

A voice came from the second floor above. This voice was somewhat familiar to Jiang Kaluo. He must have heard this voice somewhere recently.

"No, it's nothing. Is this guy your friend... He really has a face that doesn't know much about the world... Let's go, Bessie."

Leaving a sentence that made Jiang Carlo feel a little underestimated, the man called Proxiet took the man who was still yelling before but now gestured like a child who made a mistake, called Bessie's carrot boy went down together.

No matter what, it’s not that I don’t know the world. Let’s say that in these years of independent life, I still experienced some warmth and coldness in the world, and I was really looked down upon....

A little dissatisfied, he walked to the second floor. There are many rooms here. This place is really dilapidated. Thinking of the remuneration mentioned in the newspaper, Jiang Kaluo even had the idea that he was cheated, after all. There is no such thing as false advertising.

On one of the small wooden doors, there was a very simple signboard that said "Polaris Detective Company", and this was the real destination of Jiang Carlo's trip.

Opening the wooden door, there is a living room and an office inside. At first glance, Jiang Carlo can see a man sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, who seems to be waiting for someone.

There were other people sitting on the two sofas next to him, but they seemed to be the same people as Jiang Carlo who were waiting to apply for a detective job.

"Well, hello, I'm here to apply. Are you the boss here?"

"...This is the second time you mistook me for someone else, but I didn't let someone else take over the store this time."

The man took down the newspaper, revealing Jiang Carlo's familiar suit and face, and said with a smile.

"Unfortunately, I'm not the agent's boss this time. I'm here to apply just like you, Mr. Jiang Carlo."

"JO...JOJO!?"

The man I met at the gun shop yesterday unexpectedly had a second chance meeting the day after the chance meeting, and met again in a place that had nothing to do with yesterday.

"If you didn't follow me, Mr. Jiang Carlo, in this case, according to the novelist's thinking, we should be regarded as the kind of people who are destined, and there is an invisible 'gravity' between each other."

"Who knows, the reason why a novelist can only write stories in books is because he can distinguish between fiction and reality. Then JOJO, you are also here to apply for a detective?"

For the man who called himself JOJO, Jiang Carlo did not intend to think that this was his real name in Italy from the very beginning, because there is no "JO" pronunciation in Italian, and the similar pronunciation is only "GIO". GIOGIO", Jiang Carlo feels that the credibility is higher.

"Among the things that need to be done now, I need to be a detective."

Speaking of words that others couldn't understand, JOJO put the newspaper on the side of the sofa. Jiang Kaluo also felt a little puzzled by his ambiguous attitude. He didn't hate this person, but simply felt that there was something wrong with him. Hiding it deliberately.

It's a matter of course, and it's a matter of course, and it's not very familiar friends. Even friends who have played since childhood will definitely have some secrets that they don't want to tell each other. It's just that Jiang Kaluo has a little problem with some things. Tell him he shouldn't know, the more he has the urge to know, but so far in his life, this urge has not been strong enough for him to take action.

After a while, under the bored waiting of the two, a middle-aged man with a mustache, who should be between 40 and 50 years old, bit a cigar in his mouth, and walked away. came in.

"It really made us wait a long time, Mr. Marco."

"Do I need to come here earlier, you should be... cut, that self-proclaimed GIO... no, it's JOJO, no matter who you are, I don't intend to give special treatment to anyone, even if You have a letter of recommendation from a cadre as well..."

"Puff out your cigarette before talking, my lord sir."

In front of Jiang Carlo, some unbelievable things happened. Obviously the man did not take any action, the cigar in the mouth of the man called Marco who seemed to be the boss was suddenly choked out.

"You, you bastard...!"

"We have a mutually beneficial relationship, at least me and you, Mr. Malcolm."

"Hey, learn to smoke early, you little brats who don't know life."

Unexpectedly, as the boss, Marco didn't get angry enough to drive him out, but Jiang Carlo didn't dare to treat his boss like this. JoJo should have some special status. If he did the same, it would just be It's probably luck to be kicked out.

"Listen, you idiots who came here to apply, if you dare to waste even a penny of my money during my work here, I will try my best to catch you and shoot you with my own hands."

With a tone that didn't look like a joke at all, he said a sentence like a joke. Marco's first impression on Jiang Carlo was definitely not a detective, and he felt more like a gangster or even a gangster in terms of temperament.

"Also, if you think detectives are a glamorous way of life because you read them on Pulp Fiction. Adventures, meeting exotic girls, etc. How do I explain that... I look like I have Is this kind of person?"

On this point, Jiang Carlo felt very agreeable, not just because of his own occupation, just like what Marco said, Marco's face definitely did not have the kind of energetic feeling that an enviable winner in life should have.

"We take jobs that the police don't want to take. Nine times out of ten () it's some adultery case where the client wants us to take pictures of his own wife having an affair, or the other way around, and it's almost always stupid. Another dirty thing.

I can guarantee that every night you go to bed and can't help but pray to God to give you something else to do tomorrow.

At this time, you may wonder whether you still have a small chance of receiving other cases. As I said just now, there must be about [-]% exceptions out of ten, but this exception you Certainly not want to have.

I think you all know that the gangs in Italy are very powerful now, so powerful that the cops don’t dare to treat their people. Then the problem comes, if someone really wants to report a gang-related case, and If the police don't want to stick the bag, who will throw these hot potatoes to? It can only be detectives like us.

If nine times out of ten that kind of work just tortures your spirit, the rest of that achievement is likely to kill you and ruin your life's work.That's all I said, for those who want to leave, the door is there. "

For a while, Jiang Kaluo felt that he was about to quit. He understood why the rewards here were so high, and if it was money that could be used to buy human lives, then Jiang Kaluo not only didn't think it was too much, but felt it was too little. .

"JOJO, you have to stay here."

"If you ask me this, it means you want to leave, Mr. Jiang Carlo?"

"Woo..."

"It's nothing, it's not impossible to resign if you really can't stand it."

After hearing his words, Jiang Carlo thought of his completely deflated pockets. He must have some money now, even if it was just a day's salary. He must earn some money for himself to eat.

"Then, tell me your names now. If any of you come from a foreign country, please report your original full names. I don't need incomplete names."

Marco began to register their names at this time, and "JOJO" sitting opposite Jiang Carlo did not call himself "JOJO" this time, after all, it could not be his full name.

"Dongfang Dingzhu, this is my name."

Dongfang Dingsuke, is this his name? I see, if this is his original Japanese name, it can indeed be shortened to JOJO.

"Cut... Hey, you over there, what's your name?"

"Ah, yes, ahem...I am...."

Jiang Kaluo, who was called after "Dongfang Dingzhu", cleared his throat and conveyed his original name to the people here.

"My name is... Aiden, Aiden Zeppelin."

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

After signing the contract that seemed to be a thief ship, Jiang Carlo... Aiden Zebelin's mood can be said to be a bit complicated.

What happens after that depends on luck. If you can get a good reward just by letting your spirit be destroyed by those family disputes for a period of time, it is not completely unbearable.