Residual Fire

Malice followed, and the world peeled off its shell of respectability before my eyes. Where will a life led by destiny that is malicious? Probably dying as ugly as a rat in the sewer in a corner that no one recognizes or loves. Too bad. Is this kind of life, this kind of me, worth living? The mean rat wants happiness, even for a moment. Then death came. The silver-white road spread out in front of him, and he broke free from the rotten mud. When he opened his eyes again, he lost all his memories, but got a new body and a chance to start over. Fog City, Lantern Detective Agency, a group of weirdos who don't look like normal people. The director is a reasoning genius. He is as shrewd as a fox when dealing with requests, but in his daily state, he is a creature with excessive sugar content that can sleep on his desk all day. The doctor is always meticulous and his medical skills are outrageous. The only side effect is that the treatment process makes people want to die more than the injury itself. The twin sisters have such a tacit understanding that no dialogue is needed. One is responsible for laughing and the other is responsible for translating the jokes into expressionless complaints. There is also the good old man who was so unlucky that he was hit by a stray bullet but still alive and kicking, and the energetic young man who ran around the streets carrying a guitar bag that definitely did not contain any serious musical instruments. As for him - the new detective candidate. Be polite, well-behaved, hard-working, and only put three candies in your coffee. "... Stop pretending, it's annoying." Vincent said. Mo Ai blinked: "That's it." He put down the coffee cup in his hand and showed his first sincere smile since entering the office: "Then I will no longer pretend to be a well-behaved and harmless, hard-working and motivated person who cares about my colleagues and drinks super bitter black coffee with only three sugar cubes in it..." Vincent made a question mark:? What the hell is that setting? From then on, Mo Ai let herself go. Specific manifestations include: trying bungee jumping without a safety rope on the edge of the rooftop and being watched by everyone; smashing the door of the director's room in the middle of the night and being picked up by the doctor and throwing him back to the dormitory; smiling and chatting with Guai Tan about the philosophy of life when he was out in the field. In the eyes of everyone in the office, the image of the new colleague slipped in an unspeakable direction at an irreversible speed. After being bombarded with complaint calls for several days, Vincent knocked on Mo Ai's door at three o'clock in the morning: "Actually, it's good for you to pretend to be nice. Just keep pretending to be a good junior." Mo Ai stood on the rooftop, facing the night wind with a deep expression: "It's a very good proposal, but I refuse." The second before Director Meow Meow's Iron Fist hit his face, he turned around and jumped—— "Yeah! I'm free!" People downstairs were hurriedly unfolding their air mattresses: "..." Is freedom too much? ! --- [Instructions for consumption] · Semi-fictional background, unrelated to any real country, organization, or event · The protagonist is not a good person, the camp is neutral and chaotic, and the bad taste is deep in the bones. But not attacking those he recognizes is his bottom line - although where this line is drawn, no one can figure it out yet. · Office group portrait, friendship, daily life of a group of weirdos, there are commissions, strange stories, reasoning, fighting, and a lunatic who is trying hard to act as a normal person but can no longer act. · Lantern Detective Agency: Undertakes commissions for various abnormal events. Solve your troubles, or become your troubles Purpose: Find a reason to live