Chapter 14 Section 7

<White Hakama> Good night. <GEN> Good night. <GEN> How is your new job going? <White Hakama> I was just looking for a lost puppy, but I received a bunch of inexplicable requests. 〈GEN〉An inexplicable commission? <White Hakama> Search for missing persons and investigate the origin of ancient documents. <GEN>What's going on?Is it the same case? <White Hakama> No, they are two different cases.It turned out that I even hired someone for no apparent reason. <GEN> Oh, big boss! (laugh) <GEN> So they are two different cases?I'm still thinking, what if it's the same case?

<White Hakama> The other party said that the salary should only be paid after the work is completed. 〈White Hakama〉 feels more like an outsourcer than a salaried employee. 〈GEN〉What kind of work does Mr. Hakama do? 〈白袴〉The industry related to finding people. <White Hakama> I have an ominous premonition, but I hope I am worrying too much. <GEN> What kind of person are you looking for? <White Hakama> is a former system engineer, and may also be a programmer. <GEN> turned out to be my colleague! (laugh) <GEN> must have seen that the deadline was approaching, but they couldn't get things out, so they ran to hide, which is really sympathetic.

<White Hakama> That's right!There is also such a possibility! <White Hakama> is of great reference value. <White Hakama> Having said that, I really want to know why he disappeared. <GEN>Wow, that's scary!Is this the so-called professionalism?Have professionalism after only two days of opening? <GEN> But seriously, if there's anything I can help with, it's okay. <GEN> Of course!It must be within the scope of my ability. (laugh) <Hakama> If I need to ask you for help, I will not be polite. <Hakama> If it's not convenient for you, please feel free to refuse me. It's okay.

<White Hakama> Ah!Sorry, a guest is coming, I don't know who it will be. The night was falling, the street lights were already on, and after dinner, the heat accumulated in the house during the day was still lingering.I have all the windows open, and I'm chatting online on my laptop on the small low dining table that doubles as a futon table in winter. It is a chat room written in Java syntax that can be placed on a personal website, and it can only allow up to four people to participate.But usually it’s just—that is, me—Choichiro Konya, and a netizen I haven’t met—GEN’s one-on-one chat.When I said that in order to return to the society, I wanted to do something to warm up first, it was GEN who suggested that I might as well start some small business to try.

GEN's age should not be much different from mine, but he started working immediately after graduating from high school, so he knows more about the world than I do, and he is very mature in dealing with advances and retreats.Some knowledge related to the Internet was also taught by GEN. When we first met, I was a college student, and after that, whether it was when I graduated, when I was working, when I was sick, when I quit my job, or even when I spent half a year doing nothing, only GEN treated me My attitude has never changed. As long as my many troubles are within the scope of his ability, he will listen to me and help me find a solution.So although I haven't really met him, I have always trusted him.

The doorbell rang again.It's not yet eight o'clock. Although it's not uncommon to ring someone's doorbell at this time, I really can't think of anyone who will come to me.If it was a newspaper salesperson, I would pretend no one was home and continue chatting about my business. I looked out through the peephole on the door and saw a woman of about thirty standing in the doorway.With an instant noodle head that has been rarely seen recently, the slightly larger nose is impressive.In his hand was a stack of unknown papers.Probably it has something to do with the community management committee!That being said, I seem to have seen this guy somewhere.

"Come on." I replied as I opened the door.The woman nodded slightly as a greeting, then lowered her voice, and spoke as if she was about to tell a ghost story. "Good night, I'm sorry to bother you so late. It's because I want to ask the men in this community to help..." "What's up?" My voice was terribly hoarse.So the woman's eyes widened, but her tone became lighter instead: "Oh! Have a cold?" "No, I just overused my throat at work..." "This is not good! It might be better to have some throat lozenges! However, if it is a sore throat, the orange flavor is not very good."

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?" The woman's voice sank again.It felt like I was acting, fake. "Ah, um... I think you've heard of it! There have been wild dogs in this area recently." "Well, I have heard." "But, do you know? Another child was attacked today, but fortunately he was almost bitten. Although we have strengthened our patrols, we still don't have enough manpower, and if anything happens, we still need a men compare "it is good……" "What?" I want to accept such a case but I can't, but I have to be arrested by the community management committee as a volunteer... Life is so ironic.

"Although the health center seems to have taken a lot of measures, it will be too late if the children are really injured. What's more, it is summer vacation. It is too pitiful if the children are not allowed to go out, so we have to continue to strengthen patrols. I don't know if you would like to use your holiday to help me!" "Konya S&R" basically has holidays.The contract with Kazuji Sakura also stipulated that one day every six days would be a rest day to stop the investigation.But tomorrow is only the second day. If it were the day before yesterday, my calendar would still be blank.What a coincidence.

Seeing my hesitation, the woman took out a piece of paper she was holding and handed it to me. "This is a notice from the management committee." On it was an animal that looked more like a wolf than a dog, and a child being chased, with crossed eyes, was crying loudly.Next to it is written in cute fonts: "You must protect your own safety!" The title is "Please help strengthen patrols."As for the sponsoring units, there is a long list of parents' associations and community management committees of South Primary School.It seems that this is a big battle that has mobilized various organizations!If it was only initiated by the parent association, and I have no children, it should be impossible to find me here.It must be the mothers-in-law of the management committee who betrayed me!Although I'm quite polite, and my reputation in this area should be pretty good, but I think the reason they chose me must be because I look very idle.

I glanced at the flyer again. "Would you like to help?" This time I answered very frankly: "Okay, no problem. If it's before noon, I can help." "Huh? Are you really willing to help?" The woman widened her eyes again.Then a smile of joy began to spread across his face.Although it looks like it's just acting. "Thank you so much! Because everyone is so busy, not many people are willing to help. Thank you!" I looked at the leaflet, which stated the meeting place and time. "Meet in the parking lot up here at eight tomorrow morning, right?" "Yes, please do come. Thank you very much. Then please." Then they nodded and greeted each other endlessly, and finally sent her away and closed the door.Go back to the chat room.First, I sat cross-legged on the cushion that only I had ever sat on and thought for a while. <White Hakama> I'm back. <GEN>What happened? <White Hakama> is really an unexpected harvest. <GEN>? ? ? I looked at the headline "Please help strengthen patrols" again.Then his eyes stayed on the list of joint signatures on the last line.The name of the head of the parent is a man I have never heard of.Below that appeared the name of the vice chairman of the management committee - "Keiko Watanabe". Although it may just be the same name and surname... I continued typing on the keyboard. <White Hakama> Maybe it looks like he has won the first special prize, but in fact it is just a joyous occasion. <White Hakama> Anyway, I'm going to catch the dog tomorrow. --------------------- Notes: