"That's right, that's really miserable..." Tanizaki concluded with his head lowered.
From the look on his face, I guess he was thinking of his sister.
"It's okay, Miss Miyuki," Dazai squatted down, his eyes were level with Miyuki, and said softly, "You are sixteen years old, right? Si Yejun is only fifteen years old. Miss, you and Si Yejun~he He is a person worth trusting for life..."
Wait, Dazai Osamu, what do you mean?
I tried to get up in a panic, but Tanizaki behind me suddenly covered my mouth and pushed me to the chair.
"Don't worry, Si Ye, I believe Mr. Dazai, he will not sell you!" Tanizaki said firmly in my ear.
I want to cry but have no tears.
As expected, working with Dazai is a beautiful thing, a beautiful thing.
"You don't have to say anything else," Miyuki said with a stoic and decisive tone, "I can't go back, don't worry."
"Can't go back?" Tanizaki glanced at Dazai at a loss.
Dazai looked at Miyuki expressionlessly.
"Boss said that carrier pigeons can only accommodate the most noble and pure people. I am no longer noble. I betrayed the organization and made a bigger mistake."
Dazai sneered, pulled out a knife, and stabbed Miyuki in the direction.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tanizaki almost screaming.
Miyuki also closed her eyes in despair.
In the end, all that was broken was the hemp rope binding her hands and feet.
"No one is absolutely noble, just like the hand that kills can also save others. When a person feels that she is dirty, it is precisely when she needs to be pulled out of the mud. We cannot emerge from the mud without being stained. But we can get out of the mud and draw out the dye, right, Si Yejun?"
Dazai looked at me deeply.
"Ah, yes, yes, as the saying goes, books are the ladder of human progress. How about we go read a book?"
In my desperation, the image of Hoshino Satoru Bookstore suddenly popped into my mind.
"Hey!" Tanizaki said hoarsely, and secretly yelled at me from behind.
But to be honest, I regretted it. How could I let someone who once tried to take my life go to the bookstore with me?
"Good idea!" Dazai snapped his fingers.
"Reading a book," she said, as confused and excited as if she was talking in her sleep, "I have never read a book before."
"That's good, let Mr. Si Ye take you to read a book," Dazai winked at me, "Without further ado, let's set off now!"
After finishing speaking, Dazai casually took out the "Complete Suicide Manual" and lay on his side on the sofa, silky, fast and full of leisurely atmosphere.
"Ah?" I hesitated a little, but as soon as my eyes met Miyuki's expectant look...
Fine!
"Let's go, Miss Miyuki." I smiled faintly at Miyuki.
"Wow, sir, Si Ye-kun is such a gentleman~" Dazai was so moved that he covered his eyes with the handkerchief he pulled from nowhere.
Then tears accidentally fell from the corners of his mouth.
…
"This is?"
"Hoshino Satoru Bookstore."
"That's what I meant."
Miyuki said that I just discovered that there was a piece of yellowed paper taped to a telephone pole not far from the bookstore, which said:
〖Hoshino Satoru Bookstore is recruiting assistants,
Requirements: XXXX……
Number of people: one person
Salary: XXXX yuan/month〗
"It's just a recruitment advertisement." I explained, but I couldn't help but wonder in my heart. Ms. Bing Xin had also started looking for an assistant. Surely it was because of her age that it was inconvenient.
"The bookstore's recruitment advertisement?" Miyuki lowered her head and asked in a low voice.
"Yes. Do you want to go?" I asked.
Miyuki stared into my eyes, but Jiuzhi shook her head violently, her red hair burning in the air like a flame: "I just asked."
When I reached the door of the bookstore, I gently raised the doorknob and pushed the door open with a creak.
"Remember? This door will open like this from now on, so that you can open it by yourself." I taught.
"Um."
"Here comes Si Ye...who is this?" Bing Xin smiled warmly, and then her eyes wandered between me and Miyuki doubtfully.
"Hello grandma, this is a friend of mine. I just have time today to take her to read a book."
"Oh, I understand~ Come on, kid, what kind of books do you like?" Bing Xin showed an "I understand everything" expression and waved to Miyuki lovingly.
"I, I haven't read the book."
"I haven't read the book... Come grandma and tell you..."
"Wow, that sounds fun!"
"Yes, grandma also likes this kind of thing. This book is for you. Go with Si Ye and pick an empty seat over there to sit on... Si Ye, how is your choice?" Bing Xin rubbed my hand. hair.
"Just this one," I pulled out a thick book, "The Perjury of Solomon."
"Oh, this is also a good book, but it's a pity that so few people read it."
Squeak——
The door was pushed open again.
Tagore walked into the bookstore in high spirits, leaning on crutches.
At first his expression was soft, but after he saw me at a loss...
"Good boy, why do I always meet you when I come here?! Is the detective agency so idle now?!"
The old man was so angry that he picked up his crutch and scolded me.
Um……
I pursed my lips and looked at Tagore quietly.
I remember the first time this old man met me, he didn’t say anything. The second time he met me, he insulted me a few words...but this time he started scolding me directly.
Okay, rounding it all off, I’m pretty familiar with the old man.
"Hahaha..." I scratched the back of my head and laughed.
Snapped--
There was a sound that sounded like a book falling to the ground, and both Tagore and I were attracted to it.
Miyuki's book fell to the ground. Her face was pale, a layer of cold sweat formed on her forehead, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.
Seeing that we noticed her, she became even more frightened. Her lips pursed and she uttered an inexplicable syllable.
Yes, Tagore and Miyuki are both pigeon carriers!
I immediately got nervous and stood in front of Miyuki.
The momentum was tense.
"Hahaha..." But Tagore suddenly burst into laughter.
"Boy, do you think Miyabe would be alive today if it weren't for me?"
"Why?"
"You two yellow-haired dolls, stop messing around. Although the boss's hands are long, they can't reach here."
"You, aren't you the housekeeper?" Miyuki's voice was confused, but it still revealed the fear deep in her bones.
"Butler?" My brain is running out.
"Yes, the butler of the Pigeon Boss...it was him who invited me to join the Pigeon in the first place."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, but he still had a lot of hair at that time."
"Ahem..." Tagore coughed lightly.
"Yeah, you're here too." Bing Xin walked out of the kitchen, carrying two cups of hot milk.
She put the hot milk in front of Miyuki and me, turned around and said happily: "What do you want? I'll get it for you."
"No, I'm just here to sit down." Tagore responded with a smile, "I just saw that you want to recruit new people?"
"Yes, he is old and useless! I want to find another child to do something for me."
"Oh. Then I have a recommended candidate."
"Who?"
"Miyuki, what do you think of this job?"
"Work, work?" Miyuki pointed her index finger at herself in disbelief.
"Can I do that too?"
"This is specially prepared for you, why not..."
I heard Tagore murmur in dissatisfaction.
"Thank you!" Miyuki jumped up and knocked over the milk on the table, attracting everyone's attention.
"Okay, okay..." Tagore stamped his cane with a red face.
I smiled softly.
A gust of wind blew past the door, which had been in disrepair. It stirred the wind chimes, causing pleasant ripples in the air.
"Your first job now is to clean up the milk on the floor!"
"good!"
This is destined to be a job without punishment.
I looked at Miyuki's excited face and felt sad. Who would have thought that it would be a little girl who made all the superpowers in Yokohama uneasy?
She ran away in a hurry.
The hem of her skirt swayed and was colorful black.
