After Becoming a Little |

Japan · Toto

On the legal level, Dongdu is not the capital of this island country - it has no capital at all, but everyone thinks so, and that's all.

We should probably choose a less prosperous city to start this storyline, because in theory, this world line is not related to Arya.

But only in theory, because you never know what will happen tomorrow, or what kind of twists and turns a person's destiny can go through.

After all, this is all the choice of the stone door! (vibration

Dongdu is a very prosperous place. It was prosperous enough that at the end of the last century, the land value of the entire Eastern Capital could buy the United States. It was not until later that everyone realized that this was a false prosperity created by the economic bubble. The property market bubble burst and even gave birth to the backbone of the dark world circle in Asia Pacific.

Everyone can’t make money and speculate on real estate. What else can they do if they don’t kill people and set fires?

But it is undeniable that compared with Dongshan City, an emerging southern metropolis, Dongdu did modernize earlier and has its own urban atmosphere.

There is a saying, 'The Japan you imagine is all in the Eastern Capital'.

The most prosperous place in Dongdu is Shinjuku. As one of the 23 administrative districts of Dongdu, there are various commercial and entertainment facilities, colleges and universities, and the headquarters of many large enterprises.If you stand in this area to the west of Dongdu, you can see one of the densest steel jungles in Japan.

The Higashi-Shinjuku area to the east of Shinjuku Station is the most lively and chaotic traditional commercial street area. There is an overseas famous red light district - also known as Kabukicho, which is full of dazzling billboards and attractive shops. .

Money and wine, intoxicating nightlife, this is a world where you can't sleep.

The time has entered the evening, and the off-duty workers in suits and shoes have changed their conscientious image during the day, loosening their ties and carrying briefcases, staggering down the streets in groups of three or five, occasionally vomiting or slumped to the ground. People have long been accustomed to this.

Some girls who wore down jackets on the upper body but miniskirts on the lower body covered half of their faces with scarves, stood at the corners and alleys and looked left and right, trying to find an uncle or someone who could help them. They are not specialized practitioners here. , but students and white-collar workers with clean backgrounds, but who cares?

Nobody cares, including themselves.

The colors of the neon lights are projected, and a layer of wine red is plated on the faces of all those who pass by.

When we stop at these street corners and alleys, we will find that there are often enough passages for one person in the middle of high-rise buildings, which are long and narrow and deep. In addition to the dark garbage bags and empty beer cans, there will also be faint There were shouting, begging and screaming.

But these voices will soon disappear, and no pedestrian will take a second glance curiously. Even the dark side of the world here is so delicate and full of craftsmanship.

Our destination is a small two-story building not far east of Higashi Shinjuku. It is not too conspicuous. Students who have watched "Detective Conan" should have an impression of Mouri Kogoro's detective agency. This two-story building with a little bit of the age has a similar style to that office.

Of course, it's not an office, but a bar.

There is a bar sign on the wall on the second floor, but the neon lights of the sign have not been turned on, and the rolling shutter downstairs of the small building is also closed, and it seems that it is not open today.

There is a balcony facing out on the second floor. It is not big, and it is a little narrow. There is no good view from this balcony: the gray-black wall of the opposite tall building is a narrow line of sky when looking up. Looking down is probably the dirty alley, the telephone poles, the water pipes running up and down the walls, and the occasional drunk guy who falls at the mouth of the alley.

The light was on on the second floor, and after a while the balcony door was pulled open, and a woman in a black silk nightdress came out, holding a square-mouth glass in her left hand and a bottle with half a bottle of liquid in her right hand. Shaking, his face blushing.

Under normal circumstances, women whose appearance is deliberately described in the article will not look too bad. This is also a very good-looking young lady - a tall Asian-European mixed-race face, although her face is European and American deep, but also has Asian The delicacy of Yi can be said that God took great care when pinching her.

The long black hair that reaches the hips is scattered like this, and the ends are a little curly. Because it is not well groomed, it looks a little messy. However, compared to the messy hair, she highlights the one on the left forehead. Strands of nearly white pink hair are more prominent.

With sea blue eyes and long eyelashes, she looks very seductive even if she doesn't dress up, but her half-open eyes are dazed and a little dejected.Because of the lack of blood on the lips, even if I tried to dry the wine in the glass, there was no temptation of red lips, but it was like a sick seedling being injected with medicine, which was particularly unpleasant.

It was really hard for her to turn an exotic young lady into a humiliating alcoholic with a hangover.

The balcony door was not closed, and there was a loud TV sound inside.

HNK: "The European Holy Cross Group has always been committed to the research and development of biotechnology and the promotion and construction of nuclear energy, but recently it has applied to the district court for bankruptcy liquidation due to the breakage of the capital chain. What kind of changes have caused such a behemoth to fall into bankruptcy crisis? Woolen cloth?Please pay attention to the details of this station-"

Because this woman does not have a name for the time being, we call her Sister Yanjiu.

Jijiu rolled her eyes, muttered something in German, turned around and grabbed the remote control to change the station.

NH: "Mr. Nain, a well-known biologist who was employed by the Holy Cross Group and conducted research and exchanges at Kyoto University in my country, was involved in a car accident this morning and was robbing Kyoto Hospital..."

BTS: "A fire broke out in a biotechnology company belonging to the Holy Cross Group the day before yesterday, and the fire was put out early this morning, but according to..."

FUJI: "The Ministry of Foreign Affairs held a press conference a few days ago, and the Holy Cross Group is suspected of being involved in several cases of commercial espionage..."

ZAR: "International energy experts say that the bankruptcy of Holy Cross will lead to multiple nuclear power plants under construction..."

After changing several stations, all these news, Sister Haojiu couldn't bear to throw the remote control on the ground, and she was drunk and cursed in Japanese: "Holy Cross Holy Cross Holy Cross - Japanese TV stations should not H-variety shows and late-night dark-style special dramas that adults like to watch! You give me back my beautiful fantasy!"

She poured the rest of the wine directly into the bottle, rushed to the balcony and threw the bottle down hard, accidentally stepped on the remote control during these few steps, and changed to another table.

Dongdu TV: "Look at this big crab! 』

Finally, there was the sound of fresh news, and Sister Yanjiu, who had vented a bit, let out a sigh of relief, and her whole body softened while lying on the railing.

But when she looked down, she found that the wine bottle she smashed did not turn into glass slag all over the floor, but hit a person.

The wine bottle was stained with blood next to the man's head. The smashed man fell face down in the alley, his hand stretched forward unwillingly, and his fingers drew a bloody cross on the ground.

"...Fick dich!"

PS: Ah, the progress of the blade is also preset in advance, and the manuscript has also been saved for a chapter, and you can fish happily tomorrow (so cool).

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Jiu Jiu, who was streaked with pink hair, ran downstairs, raised the shutter door to a short gap, and got out like a cat, and began to check the passerby who was unfortunately hit by a wine bottle.

Not long after she woke up, she drank a bottle of vodka. Although she could be classified as 'this girl can drink', the high level of alcohol still made her a little drunk.

She turned the face-down person over. The clothes on the other side were slightly ill-fitting. This shawl-style coat was a bit like Mama-san from Kabukicho, but this petite guy looked more like a… …junior high school students.

Well, it's a girl.

Although the hair is a wig, even the details on the head have not been taken care of. With this clothes, people have the illusion that this child has just escaped from some black-hearted flesh trading venue. Compared to these details, the wound on her head was real.

Beneath the spacious lady-style coat is a hospital gown.

Sister Yanjiu reached down with her hands, and then touched the several circles of bandages wrapped around her chest.

"..."

There were hurried footsteps from the other side of the alley, and Sister Yanjiu almost subconsciously put the girl's hand on her shoulder and wanted to stand up.

It's a pity that she overestimated herself and underestimated that bottle of vodka too much.

With her vain steps, she fell to the ground with the petite girl, looking like a pair of sisters who had a bad career and returned from a drunken life.

The sound of footsteps was approaching. Five or six nights, they were still wearing black suits and their faces were fierce. Idiots who were afraid that others would not know that they were bad people ran out of the alley, and stopped after seeing the two people here.

Someone at the back had already put his hand into his arms, but the one at the head raised his palm without looking back, signaling his subordinates not to mess around.

He saw Sister Yanjiu's face - of course it wasn't love at first sight for this woman who couldn't even open her eyes, but her mixed-race facial features played a role.

She is also a foreigner...

"Miss, have you seen a thin man leave from here?"

The big man in the lead had a scar on his face. After stitching, he left a bright red scar like a centipede. Come up and do something.

Sister Jiujiu calmly took the petite girl into her arms, but she was ruthless, scolding something excitedly in French, and then changed to English and Swedish.

The big man naturally couldn't understand it, and neither did the people behind him. After all, if they had this language quality, they would have been sitting in Liangtang's office as a glorious social animal.

"..."

The big man narrowed his eyes slightly, looking past this strange woman, looking at the petite girl in her arms, and after looking at her for several times, he shook his head slightly.

"Miss, I'll ask you again, have you seen a man pass by? He's a patient in our hospital with a terrible mental illness, and we're—"

Before he finished speaking, the woman in the silk nightdress grabbed the wine bottle next to it and smashed it under his feet viciously.

"You guys are annoying!" The woman in a silk nightdress who looked like she was drunk shouted loudly in unskilled Japanese: "Do you have to worry about drinking too? Ah—"

Five or six people pulled out their guns almost subconsciously, and even a large bead of sweat seeped out from the forehead of the overreaction, and they didn't dare to wipe the dripping from the eyelids, and the eyes were burning with pain.

It's really because when the guy escaped before, there were too many methods that were too terrifying.

The corners of the scar-faced man's mouth twitched slightly—this woman didn't mean to answer at all, it's better to say that she didn't understand them at all because she was too drunk.

He looked left and right and saw that there was no one there, so he took a step forward and confirmed with his own eyes that the woman in her arms was a girl who seemed to have fallen asleep. Only then did he feel relieved.

But immediately he was a little anxious, where did that guy go? !

He whispered a few words to his opponents, and those people put away their guns, nodded sharply and shouted 'Hey! ', and hurriedly ran out of the alley.

The girl in the silk nightdress seemed to be drinking too much. She accidentally lifted the skirt and showed a gun holster tied to her leg.

The scar-faced man's pupils suddenly shrank, and just as he was about to start, he saw clearly what was on the holster, the corners of his eyes jumped, and he relaxed.

"This ugly look is really ugly..."

He whispered, shook his head slightly speechless, bypassed the drunk sisters, and walked out of the alley.

Sister Yanjiu squinted at the figure he was leaving, and fumbled for a while on the holster at the base of her legs, but couldn't find what she was looking for, her face gradually became strange.

Where's my gun?So big, it was still on it yesterday!

But this wasn't when she was rubbing her legs outside. She picked up the petite girl, got into her bar, and put down the shutter. After waiting for a while, the other party didn't return before turning on the lights in the hall.

The first thing she did after turning on the light was to see why her guy was gone. She looked down at the gun holster tied to her leg, and her face became a little weird.

There's no gun, but a pink controller with a power cord attached that runs down the skirt.

"Emmm..."

She stretched out two fingers to clamp the pink square controller, took it out of the holster, and pressed the switch.

"Buzz-"

The tremor sounded faintly, she fell to the ground with her legs soft, and hurriedly turned off the switch.

Ah... I remember, I fell asleep last night and forgot to take it out.

"Boom~"

Pulling out the pink ball, she rolled it up and threw it behind the bar together with the power cord controller. Then she pulled up her skirt and stood up.

No, this is not the time for leisure.

"If it hadn't hit you, I wouldn't care about your life or death..."

As she said this, she rummaged from behind the bar for a while, took out a folding bag that looked quite professional, and put on gloves to examine the wound on the child's head.

Before, she hugged the other party and hid the injured side in her arms and pressed it tightly, but now the blood from the wound and the inferior wig are congealed together, which is quite messy and miserable.

After a while, the dressing was done, and she looked at the girl for a few seconds, and began to feel for what she was carrying.

Several small medicine bottles with unintelligible professional names written on them, a disposable syringe for injection, two scalpels, a few small denominations of banknotes, and a bottle of glucose injection the size of a finger.

In short, he's a poor man with nothing to live up to.