For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

Babylon's attic was originally used to store sundries, but after Jiro picked me up, he turned it into a bedroom for me to live in.

I took a shower, sat on the soft bed, looked at the soft girl next to me, and lifted the soft quilt.

Retract and sleep.

Today is simply too exciting. Not only was the client intercepted the main quest, but when he returned to his hometown, he also accidentally triggered a branch line to beat the traffickers and brought the beauty back.

But this time, I can't sleep if I want, because there is Lin Qiaomei who just escaped from the dead next to her, and she is in good spirits now.

The windows were not completely closed, and the night wind came in and gently blew the curtains, making a very comfortable sound. Under the massage of this sound, my eyelids became heavier and my thinking began to become sluggish, and I gradually touched the person who entered the dream. borderline...

"that…"

The edge line snapped.

I opened my eyes in a second and turned to look at Lin Qiaomei who was still sitting on the bed: "...what?"

"I can not sleep."

"…"

I turned my head back and arched into the quilt: "Count the sheep."

After about a few minutes, Qiaomei said again: "No, I still can't sleep."

I opened my eyes again in great pain, and when I looked back, this silly child was sitting upright, and it was **** to be able to fall asleep.

"Mei," I said in a hoarse voice, "you lie down before you count, won't you?"

Qiaomei blinked: "Hey, good idea."

So I closed my eyes again, breathed evenly, and my consciousness began to blur for the third time...

"Ito, are you asleep?"

"…"

"Are you asleep?"

"…"

"Ichito, have you slept yet?"

"…"

"Why didn't you answer me?"

I stood up abruptly and looked at her resentfully with tousled hair: "I slept just now, now I'm awake."

"It's fine if you don't sleep," Qiaomei lay on the quilt, holding out her hands to grab the edge of the quilt, smiling cutely, "Let's chat."

I sat cross-legged on the bed, and the black clouds over my head pressed against the city, but sister Qiaomei couldn't feel my grief at all, and began to tell stories to herself: "I used to lie next to my brother like this when I couldn't sleep. Chatting with him, my family was poor at the time, and the quilt was old and thin, but I didn’t feel cold at all, as long as I could be with my family, I would be happy no matter what.”

When I talked about the topic of "brother", I was instantly relieved: "Do you have a brother too?"

"'Also'?" Qiaomei repeated suspiciously, suddenly sat up and asked me with big bright eyes, "You also have a brother?"

"Yes, the old coach, he has been a genius since he was a child. Not only does he get perfect grades, but he is also very good at playing. Everywhere he goes, he has a star effect."

"It must not be as handsome as my brother."

"No, my brother is the most handsome."

"My brother is the most handsome!"

There is no reason to talk between women. Some days, chatting and chatting will lead to fights. When the fight is fierce, she directly reaches out and scratches my armpit. Not to be outdone, I quickly attack the itchy flesh on her waist, two People rolled on the quilt, giggling and laughing.

Tired of fighting and unable to laugh, they lay down on their left and right sides, facing the ceiling, panting for breath to stop the fight.

"Qiaomei," I put my arms on the back of my head, and after the laughter and laughter came to my heart, sadness, "If your brother has another sister who cares about you, will you be angry?"

"I know, this is the legendary competition for favor," Qiaomei said with a smile, "If you want to share half of my brother's feelings for me with other people, to be honest, I will be more or less uncomfortable. But being together as a family is the most important thing, maybe I'll like that little sister a lot too, right?"

Seeing that I didn't respond for a long time, she turned over, put her arms on her face and asked, "Did your brother not care about you after he has other sisters?"

I wanted to say "how is that possible?", but just as I was about to get out of my mouth, the scene of Neji and Hinata-sama sitting in the house watching fireworks together reappeared in my mind, and at that time...

I shook my head and smiled back at Qiaomei: "Go to sleep, staying up late for girls is not good for your skin."

The latter seemed to want to ask something, but seeing that I had no intention of continuing the conversation, he had to give up, regretfully retracted into the bed, and gradually fell asleep.

With my back to her, I had no desire to sleep for a long time. My eyes never closed. Slowly, my eyes became moist. I quietly raised the back of my hand to wipe my eyes, and it took a long time before I fell asleep.

Due to the special situation, I slept with the transformation technique on all night today, and I only unlocked it the next day, for fear of what happened last time.

"Yiteng," Qiaomei asked me when I was taking a shower, "Why do you always wear a headband, don't you get pimples?"

"No," I said, brushing my teeth, "I get pimples just because I'm so cute bubbling."

After washing up, the bar is about to start business. Jiro came early, and when he came downstairs, he could see him cleaning the bar: "Good morning, two girls."

Qiaomei: "Good morning."

"Morning," I finished going down the stairs and spotted Misaki sitting in the booth at a glance, "Good morning, Misaki."

The latter turned his head quickly, threw away the pencil in his hand and ran in front of me with two steps, "Long time no see Idou."

I held her armpit and turned in a circle, then hugged her into my arms and took a sip: "Long time no see, our little Misaki is getting prettier as she grows."

"Hehe~"

Holding Misaki in my arms, I turned to look at Jiro, who was smiling lovingly, "Is there any mission recently?"

Hearing this, Jiro gave Misaki a wink, Misaki immediately understood, and took Qiaomei's hand to the attic, saying that she needed to ask her about some homework problems.

I sat down on the stool and asked Jiro: "So careful, is it difficult?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and tapped my head.

I asked blankly, "What are you doing?"

"Don't think I can't see that you just want to use tasks to numb yourself, so that you don't have time to think about it," Jiro kept wiping the bar, "Tell me, how did Osamu Dazai deal with it?"

Seeing that he had guessed it, I didn't deny it. I just reached out and tapped the wine bottle next to it with the joint: "I gave him some money."

"Prostitution?"

"...That's called mental damage fee!"

In fact, it’s not just the mental damage fee. I also canceled my mobile phone number and bank account, and by the way, I eliminated the record of buying tickets, but all of this is temporary. help.

Jiro: "It's not too late for this matter, you go to the Internet cafe to find him first, as for the revenge house..."

The cheerful bell rang suddenly, he swallowed all the words he had not finished, turned to hold up the phone, and said, "Hello, this is the Babylon bar - oh, it's Saito."

"Murase Jun? It's not me, after all, I was staying with you at the time... um, two people died?"

New commission?

I put down my hand on my cheek, straightened my back and leaned forward, trying to hear what the client said.

Jiro poked his finger and pushed me back.

After he finished calling, I asked, "What happened?"

"Some time ago, a foreigner came to us and said that he and his companions were beaten up by three locals and wanted to take revenge," Jiro pondered, "but before we could take action, the three locals encountered He was in a car accident and is now dead."

I folded my arms: "It doesn't look like a coincidence, right? Could it be that the client's friend just asked another organization to avenge them, and the other party grabbed it before us?"

Jiro suddenly realized "Oh": "It's possible."

"But maybe someone wants to kill someone," I stood up against the bar and said, "Since I have nothing to do, I'll go to Enoda first, and I should be back later."

"Be careful on the road~"

Enoda is a hacker intelligence agent. He has been working in an Internet cafe in Fukuoka City for a long time. He is on the same boat as the Vengeance House. Usually, everyone will help each other with anything.

I pondered that he had helped me a lot during this time, and I had to bring some condolences this time, so I turned around and went to the supermarket.

Vehicles galloped by on the road. Pedestrians on the side of the road walked alone or in groups. I walked among them with a large bag of fast food. After about five minutes, my footsteps slowed down involuntarily.

When I turned around, I saw the Racecourse Detective Agency on the right.

I just bought Mentaiko, why don't you send some to the racecourse, anyway, it's a friend, it's good to say hello after not seeing each other for so long.

With this idea in mind, I temporarily changed my plan and walked into this firm.

"Bang bang."

"Bang bang."

"Bang bang bang."

After knocking several times in a row, no one responded, and it seemed that no one responded.

I put down my arms regretfully, but when I was about to turn to leave, the door opened from the inside. I smiled and touched my nose: "What, isn't this here?"

I entered the house with the paper bag in my arms, and was about to say hello when a sudden gust of wind blew from behind. I quickly turned to the side, and the bright knife light just brushed past my hair.

so close!

Without giving me a chance to stop, the other party swung the dagger and attacked again, pushing harder and harder. I frowned, quickly threw away the paper bag in my arms and jumped back onto the coffee table. The moment she rushed forward, I focused on the coffee table. Point sideways to bypass.

In the next second, I had grabbed her wrist and cut her arm back to her back, with her knees on top, and pressed her directly onto the sofa.

"Even burglary in broad daylight will still kill someone?!" Fortunately, I am agile, if it were someone else, I might be stunned now, "Emotions really treat the law as a decoration, right?"

Originally I was questioning, but the thief suddenly burst out: "—Damn, I didn't expect that guy to send such a tricky killer!"

Huh?

I looked at the girl with the blonde hair down to her waist, and thought I had a problem with my ears: "Sister, your voice is really rough, like a man."

"Huh?" The other party turned his head to the side, his eyes fierce, "Idiot, I am a man!"

"What???"

I was just about to say, don't lie to me, I am someone who has received modern biological knowledge education in the junior high school class. Suddenly, the door was opened, and the owner of this office, Zenji Baba, appeared at the door with a baseball bag on his back—

Probably because the picture of me sitting on someone else's waist and holding each other's hands together, the person being suppressed has messy hair and reddened with anger (shyness?) is too fascinating. He was stunned for a few seconds, silently Exited: "Excuse me."

He also kindly walked to the door.

My brother and I were startled at the same time, then I lowered my head, he raised his eyes, his eyes met, his eyes were confused.