"The Canary of the Gods" Author: Sonata</p> Copywriter Ichijo Temple Xiu, male, 22 years old, 3 times in love, the three lovers all died unexpectedly on the second day after confirming their relationship, the reason is that the strange ability of a temple cultivator brought disaster to the person he loved, but he can make his wishes come true, and he is called "the canary of the gods" by the Extraordinary Secret Service Section, in layman's terms, it is a super wishing machine, who loves whoever is unlucky, of course, except for a human BUG Da Zai: Alas, it's a pity Xiu: It must be that I don't love you enough!
I'll try!
Everyone: Content Tags: Zongman Tutor Qi Shen Wenye Search Keywords: Protagonist: Ichijoji Xiu ┃Supporting Role: Da Zai One Sentence Introduction: Super Wishing Machine, Who Loves Who is Unlucky Idea: Paying does not necessarily reap love and redemption, but love and redemption need to pay Chapter 1 Suspect Ichijoji Xiu (1) In the early spring morning, on the second floor of a certain house in Yokohama.In the dimly lit bedroom, where the sunlight is blocked by thick curtains, it is so quiet that only the second hand can be heard clicking.When the second hand coincides with the minute hand, the set alarm clock rings trickle, and the silence in the room is ruthlessly broken, along with the sweet sleep.The man lying on the bed turned over with difficulty, struggled to crawl out of the bed like an insect that had just shed its shell, stretched out his hand, and pressed the disturbing alarm clock with a bang.When the shrill alarm stopped, the man fell to the ground like a deflated ball, and lay down on the bed for a while.Last night, he was inspired to paint late at night, and he had only slept for three hours from lying down until now.In normal times, he can sleep until he wakes up naturally, but not today.He sent catalogues to several galleries last week, and just yesterday he received his first email reply.The gallery made an appointment with him to meet at the gallery at 10 o'clock this morning to discuss the details of the next collaboration, so it was impossible for him to let himself continue to sleep.The gallery that replied to the letter was not close to his home, and it was a weekday, so it was the time when he should go out, and it happened to hit the morning rush hour.After too much time on the road, he set an alarm clock to remind himself to get up and go out early.It's not okay to lie in bed, absolutely not, he has done a good job of psychological construction for himself, and finally relentlessly, lifted the quilt and got up.As soon as he opened the window, he shivered from the cold air blowing in, and his originally groggy brain was completely awake and began to function.At the same time, located in the kitchen on the ground floor.Take out two slices of toast from the refrigerator and bake them in a bread maker, and set aside the lettuce and tomatoes.On the stove on the other side, the pan is set up, pour oil into the hot pan, and knock the eggs into the pan.The peeling of all kinds of fruits, the cutting of the pieces, after processing, put them in the juicer, and after a while, a glass of mixed juice is ready.If this scene is placed in an ordinary person's house, it is just a simple breakfast, which is ordinary and not worth mentioning at all.But what's happening now is different, because there is not a single figure in the tinkling kitchen!
In other words, whether it is baking toast, frying poached eggs, squeezing juice, etc., they are all operated by no one and run on their own, as if there is an invisible ghost controlling the kitchen.Fortunately, the owner of this house lives alone, so no one sees this strange scene, otherwise he would have to be scared.After about a few minutes, the washed Ichijo Temple Cultivator sat down at the dining table, and a simple and nutritious breakfast was already set in front of him.I started a monastery, male, 22 years old, single and living alone.After graduating from university, he did not choose a job related to his major, but became a freelance painter.To broaden his horizons and find inspiration, he embarked on a year-long trip around the globe.Until half a month ago, he stopped traveling and moved to live in Yokohama.He hasn't been in Yokohama for a long time, he doesn't like to socialize, he doesn't go out much on weekdays except to go to the supermarket to buy groceries, and the farthest away from home was to go to the gallery last week to deliver a catalogue, so he has no plans to buy a car yet.After breakfast, a temple cultivator put on a mask, carried a crossbody bag and went out.Spring is the season of hay fever, and when you walk down the street, you can see that more than half of the people are wearing masks, and a temple is inconspicuous.Speaking of which, he has a bad habit, except for painting, the mobile phone almost never leaves his hand, even when he is walking on the road, he can't help but take out his mobile phone to browse the news and swipe Twitter, and his head has never been raised.There is a great safety hazard when walking without looking at the road.There were many people who had told him this, but none of them could get him to get rid of this bad problem.As he walked, he suddenly heard an exclamation: Be careful!
The soccer ball drew a parabola in mid-air, and it was about to hit a temple cultivator who was buried in his mobile phone, but he suddenly bent down as if he had eyes on the back of his head, and the ball just grazed his back and flew over, hitting a telephone pole a few steps away.The soccer ball that hit the obstacle was bounced back, bounced a few times and rolled to the side of a temple pedicure.The elementary school student who accidentally kicked the football away hurriedly ran over, his face flushed, and hurriedly apologized to a temple cultivator: I'm sorry!
Big brother, you're not hurt, are you?
However, as if he hadn't heard, Ichijoji didn't take his attention off his phone, bypassing the football at his feet and the elementary school students who bowed to him and apologized, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.The elementary school student who didn't get a response was stunned for a moment, picked up the football, and watched a temple Xiu go away at a loss.It's all said that you should not play football on the road!
His companion quickly walked up to him, muttering and grumbling.I know that Ryota scratched his hair, and his face was very embarrassed, but was that big brother angry?
Ryota glanced at the departing temple cultivator, patted his little friend on the shoulder and comforted: "Hey, that's how that person is."
My mom said that she met him when she was shopping for groceries, and she said hello to him once or twice, but she never got a response, and she didn't know if it was because she had an ear problem, so she didn't hear it, or because she simply didn't like to take care of people.Hey?
Ryota do you know him?
It's just a little impressive.I remember that he seemed to have moved here half a month ago, and I saw him on the day he moved, and his long eyes could be covered with bangs, and it was gloomy and not easy to get along with.That's right, yes, this kind of person must have a bad temper, so leave him alone!
Hurry up, if you can't catch the bus, you'll be late for school!
Oooh!
Arriving at the bus stop, Ichijo Temple Xiu was finally willing to put away his mobile phone.Looking at the crowd crowded on the platform, he immediately dispelled the idea of going to the stop sign to check the bus route, and opened the navigation in his mobile phone with great skill.Ah, sure enough, it's better to pick up the car, and it's okay in the afternoon anyway.He thought blankly.Well?
Wait, speaking of cars, he doesn't seem to have a driver's license before he went out?
Ichijoji rummaged through his crossbody bag, but he really didn't see his driver's license.If you think about it, it seems that when he came to Yokohama, he put his driver's license in the drawer of his desk along with his passport, and he didn't pay much attention to it because he didn't use it before.Not having a driver's license was not a problem, his hand reached into his bag, probed deeply, and silently read a sentence in his heart: driver's license.At this moment, the driver's license that was placed with the passport in the desk drawer of a temple cultivator's house disappeared in a flash.Then, in the next second, the driver's license appeared in the hand covered by the satchel.Ichijoji Xiu took out his driver's license without changing his face, inserted it into the card bag, and calmly put it back.At this time, the bus he was waiting for happened to be approaching, and his attention was immediately diverted, and he forgot to close the zipper of his satchel.It was the morning rush hour, and there were a lot of people crowding the buses.A temple cultivator was pushed by the office workers who were desperate to get on the bus behind him, and he didn't need to take his legs at all, so he was pushed and pushed to the back of the carriage.As soon as there are many people, the air in the car becomes turbid.The faint smell was mixed with all kinds of perfumes and skin care tastes, which stimulated a temple cultivator who almost didn't catch his breath.He grabbed the ring to stabilize his body, sighing and regretting, why didn't he just call a taxi?
Huh?
Oh yes.Why didn't he take a taxi?
Ichijoji frowned and pondered the question, and then he was embarrassed to realize that he had simply forgotten the option of taking a taxi to the gallery.He hadn't taken transportation for so long that he had forgotten there was such a thing as a taxi.As for why he said that, is it because he can do it directly?
Suddenly, a temple cultivator felt someone behind him push him.Looking back, it turned out that a passenger would get off at the next stop, and seeing that there were so many people on the bus, he was sitting in the back seat, and he was worried that he would miss the station if he couldn't squeeze in later, so he planned to move to the door in advance.Coincidentally, the passenger was originally sitting in the seat next to a temple cultivator, and when he got together, the seat just happened to be vacant.Without hesitation, Ichijo Sishu sat down and put his satchel on his lap.Please, please don't push!
That's it!
Sorry, sorry!
The passenger was sweating profusely and apologized to the people around him, but he didn't mean to stop, and still squeezed forward.He finally managed to squeeze to the door, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.This is not a big deal, what is amazing is that every passenger he pushed and shoved had an inexplicable mark like a flame on his body.The flame sigil was about the size of a five-yen coin, flashed twice like a signal light and then vanished.The mark was so small that it appeared for a short time, and the carriage was so crowded that it was almost crowded, so few passengers noticed anything unusual.As for why it is said that there is almost none, it is because Ichijo Temple Xiu noticed it.When he put the satchel on his lap, he was surprised to notice a small flame mark suddenly flashing on the shoulder strap of his satchel.Well?
What is it?
He has been carrying this bag for almost five years, so he naturally knows very well that there should be no such thing on the shoulder straps.A temple cultivator didn't think much about it, curled his fingers, and dusted it off like something dirty.Miraculously, the flame mark was literally dusted off by him, and it snapped against the wall of the car, flashed twice, and then disappeared.He stared at the place where the flame mark disappeared for a moment, but he didn't see any reason for it, and simply left it behind.Probably because I slept too late yesterday and woke up early today, it didn't take long for a temple cultivator's brain to be invaded by the sleepiness that swept up.Anyway, it's still some way from the bus stop where he wants to get off, so it's better to take a nap.With this in mind, he closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep.A temple cultivator felt that he had not closed his eyes for two seconds before he was suddenly awakened by a loud scream.My wallet!
My wallet was stolen!
Chapter 2 Suspect Ichijo Temple Repair (2) Time rewinds an hour ago.The Armed Detective Agency received a special commission from the military police.Looking for a mini postcard stamped with the Peacock postmark?
Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the table, listened to the narration of his partner Kunikida Dubu, and raised his head to look at him, is there anything special?
The postcard contains the key to a secret document linked to a major financial case that occurred last month.Last month's financial case seemed to have come to an end, but in the follow-up investigation, the military police found that there was a shadow of an illegal organization in Yokohama behind the case.The news came from the undercover agent they planted in this illegal organization, not only did the illegal organization participate in this case, but it was very likely that when it came to this, Kunikida was abruptly silenced.Osamu Dazai straightened up and guessed the part he hadn't finished: it's very likely that there are people on the government side, and high-level officials are involved?
Kunikita nodded heavily.In this way, it is not a simple financial case.Unlike Kunikida's seriousness, Osamu Dazai is exceptionally relaxed in both his expression and tone, as if they are talking about trivial matters that are not worth talking about.He stretched, moved his neck twice, and said lightly: It has risen to the level of a political scandal.But then again, shouldn't this kind of thing be handed over to the public security police?
Osamu Dazai had just asked this question, and before Kunikida could say anything, his brain was running rapidly, and he had already come up with the answer, so it was, because there was still a problem of factional disputes.Of course, such a big handle has to be quietly investigated in private, and if the news is revealed, it will not be good for the other party to destroy the evidence without doing anything.The fold between Kunikita's eyebrows deepened.Osamu Dazai continued: "The armed detective agency is not a government agency, and the other party may not have imagined that a political opponent would hand over such a matter to us to investigate.And we do have the ability to do the preliminary work, of course, simply to get the postcard back.As for whether the military and police will use this secret document to target politicians who collude with illegal organizations, or even bring down that faction, it is not a question we need to consider.After all, we can't be cannon fodder for others, and the armed detective agency has always been independent and neutral.That's right.Kunikida pushed down his glasses and said firmly, "It's not our turn to worry about the issue of political factions for the time being, we just need to complete the commission."
Osamu Dazai glanced at the notebook with the ideal on the cover in Kunikida Dubu's hand, and smiled helplessly, yes, but then again, except for the peacock postmark on the postcard, there is no other clue?
It's impossible for us to turn Yokohama upside down like a needle in a haystack, right?
Yes, the target of the postcard was filmed.Kunikida took out a photo from the folder and handed it to Osamu Dazai.The photo shows a middle-aged man wearing a brown leather jacket and a black peaked cap.Looking at the direction of his toes, he should have turned his back to the camera, but at the moment when he was photographed, he turned sideways to check the situation as if he had found something, and he happened to be photographed squarely.Based on the blurriness of the frame and the angle of the shot, it should be a photo taken in a hurry.Osamu Dazai doesn't care about what this target person looks like, but what he holds in his hands.It could be seen that this guy was panicked at the time, and hurriedly stuffed a few colorful card coupons, along with a postcard with only half of the peacock postmark exposed, into the dusty wallet.Kunikida leaned on his desk and said, "Three Ways Ryohei is a member of the illegal organization involved in the case.Listening to the news from the undercover agent, this person has been making a lot of small moves recently, as if he is secretly planning to break away from the organization.