Chapter 44 It's not because you didn't work hard enough (read more)
Chapter 44 It’s not because you don’t work hard enough (please read more)
Author: calm office worker
Chapter 44 It’s not because you don’t work hard enough (please read more)
Yuan Zhi'ai made a phone call immediately afterwards. Although she felt that the matter had nothing to do with her, she always felt that there might be a big secret in Qiao Shuya's native family.
Even this secret is related to why Qiao Shuya is so strong and why his identity is so strange among the Watchmen Association in Tokyo.
"Hey, help me check on a woman named 'Weining'. She should have died two years ago. I need to know information about her, especially related to the Watcher Association." Yuan Zhi'ai said to the other end of the phone.
Said without politeness.
But on the opposite side was a lazy male voice, who seemed to have just woken up and seemed too lazy to move, saying: "My stupid sister, you don't even want to call me brother."
"Don't waste my time with your bad mouth."
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll look for it and use the information in the family. Wait a few minutes..." The other end of the phone did not hang up, but was silent for a few minutes. Then, the male voice came again.
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"I checked and found that there is only one person with this name in the entire District 11, and her information is... top secret!"
The voice on the phone made Yuan Zhi'ai frown for a moment. This top-secret information archive pushed this woman's identity further into the unknown abyss.
"But what the family's intelligence network can confirm is that the woman is really dead. Two years ago, during the entire human federation's counterattack on the subspace, an S-class female watcher died. The time is basically correct.
Come on." The man's voice continued on the other side of the phone.
"I understand." After saying this, this loli JK hung up the phone rudely, completely different from when he contacted Qiao Shuya.
The investigation up to this point was enough. She knew what was appropriate. If she continued the investigation, there might be consequences beyond her control.
"Dong dong dong!" A sudden knock on the door came, and Yuan Zhi'ai's expression changed instantly, and she felt guilty at the same time.
"We are ready to leave as soon as possible. News came from the Metropolitan Police Department. The man possessed by a strange demon appeared at the pier in Oedo." Qiao Shuya's voice came from outside the door.
"Hi!"
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On the edge of the pier, a sloppy uncle was holding a large bag of potato chips in his hand. It was very large and weighed about a kilogram.
On the other side, is a large 2-liter bottle of soda.
He just looked at the waves in the distance calmly, eating a potato chip in his hand from time to time, and when he was thirsty, he would just drink a big gulp of soda.
"Ando-chan, you like wild battles, then we will choose to be at the beach today..."
"You are such a scumbag."
"Don't you just like this bite..."
The sound of two lovers flirting could be heard, but they saw that the spot they had originally chosen was occupied by a slovenly homeless man.
"What a bad luck, let's go..."
The couple left like hiding from disgusting bed bugs, and they kept saying disgusting words, as if they had ruined their elegance.
Just a homeless man in Tokyo. In such a big city, such people are not uncommon.
"Look, why does that man with all his hands and feet become a homeless man? Is he so lazy? The wages for unloading goods at the dock are at least a lot of money." The girl asked her boyfriend beside her.
"Shhh, keep your voice down, it's not because he's lazy, unwilling to work, or not working hard enough that he became a homeless man. As long as you're willing to work, where can't you make money in Tokyo?" the boy also said.
The two left the dock laughing.
But Ichiro Hirata just silently took another sip of Coke, and he didn't even look back.
No one would know that a few days ago, he was a middle-level manager who could earn tens of thousands of dollars a month, surpassing at least 70% of the social workers in Tokyo.
It became like this.
Maybe I didn't work hard enough. If I could work hard enough to sleep on the floor in the company, maybe that incident wouldn't have happened to me.
He thought like this and slowly ate the potato chips in his hand.
"Doesn't your life have any other meaning? Don't you have any other desires?"
But Ichiro Hirata didn't respond. He just continued to eat potato chips, as if he didn't hear the temptation coming from his body.
The sea breeze blew, and at least to him, the taste of these potato chips and the sea breeze was the same as when he was a child.
"Hey, don't you have any desires? Just like the person who laughed at you just now, insulting her in front of that man, isn't it very pleasant to see the man's pain and regret?" The voice inside seemed to break.
Beware.
"I want to finish a whole bag of potato chips at the pier..." Ichiro Hirata just said.
"No, I mean, desire! Become a king, turn women all over the world into your back garden, and kill everyone who looks down on you. Don't you have such a desire?"
"I just want to drink this big bottle of Coke..." He unscrewed the cap of the bottle again and poured the still-bubbled soda into his mouth.
Then, I picked up the potato chips again and faced the sunset, seemingly enjoying the last moment of my life.
"The large bottle of Coke I bought has never been finished. Either it was left at home and I didn't have time to drink it, or it was taken away by the cleaners at work before it was finished." He said calmly, dirty.
His hands were covered with grease stains from potato chips.
He seemed to be talking to his split spirit, and he didn't know if the other person could understand him.
At this moment, an inappropriate "dah-dah" sound came, which was the sound made by shoes stepping on the wooden board of the pier.
A white man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a priest's robe came here. He took out a portrait in his hand, his face full of caution and vigilance.
"Ichiro Hirata, you are finished. Maybe I have one last question: why did you choose to brutally kill that girl, but let go of other people with hatred, including those who blocked you in the alley?
Are all the scumbags who were beaten so cruelly chosen to let go?" the priest asked, but he was on guard.
"I just want to finish the snacks in my hands..." He turned around slowly.
But at this moment, the priest took a step back suddenly, his muscles all tense.
Because this tramp-like person now has no eyes in his pupils, but one or two buds made of flesh and blood.
The trembling fleshy core in the bud seemed to be staring at him like this.
The holy book in the priest's hand turned over without any wind, and the light of the cross shone on him. He immediately shouted: "Transform!"
The priest's robe was covered with light golden lines, and a large scepter appeared in his hand.
"Holy Light, the evil in front is worth fighting!" Layers of BUFF are reinforced on the priest's body...