Kei Fujiwara stood in front of the zebra crossing and pressed the pass button of the traffic light.

At the moment when the signal light turned green, a biting cool breeze came in front of you, running from west to east through the five-way intersection near Sugamo Station, and the pedestrians on the road invariably wrapped their coats tightly and made a "hiss" sound in their mouths.

The cold air of early spring swept across Tokyo, and Kei Fujiwara complained to himself, bending his neck and heading home.

A little girl got ice cream on the road today, but he didn't have a second coat to wear, and if it was still so cold tomorrow, he would have to wear this dirty clothes to work.

Kei Fujiwara returned to an apartment in the center of the connection between Sugamo Station and Otsuka Station, and the name of the apartment was Rising Sunrise, but in fact, it was facing north, and the sun was barely visible.

After walking into the apartment building, I saw that in the caretaker's room on the first floor, a woman with hot instant noodles was bored looking at a gossip magazine, and after seeing Fujiwara Kei, her eyes lit up, and she buttoned the magazine on the table, and she was about to get up, and said, "Xiao Kei, got off work so early today?" ”

"Well, hello Mrs. Yoshihara."

The bubble noodle head woman's eyes were a little disgusted: "How many times have you said it, just call me Yuriko, alas......"

Fujiwara Kei smiled at her, but secretly quickened his pace and rushed into the hall waiting for the elevator, fortunately, the elevator door was about to open, and Fujiwara Kei hurriedly slipped into it like a loach.

The building's apartment manager is an old man in his sixties, and the instant noodle woman is his young wife, who seems to be very interested in Kei Fujiwara.

The apartment has a total of 10 floors, each floor has five households, all of which are one-room single apartments, the environmental conditions are not bad, the neighbors are also very harmonious, and the rent is also within a reasonable range. If it wasn't a last resort, Kei Fujiwara didn't want to leave here.

Recently, Kei Fujiwara has been in contact with real estate agents and is always ready to move out.

The reason why I was considering moving was not because Mrs. Yoshihara had always wanted to play a Japanese drama with him, but because he was about to graduate.

Kei Fujiwara is not from Tokyo, he is from Chiba Prefecture and is a country Nin for arrogant Tokyo.

However, it is very troublesome for outsiders to rent an apartment in Tokyo, and they must have a guarantor, a good social credit record, and an employment contract from a regular company.

Fujiwara Kei relied on his status as a student to rent this house that was reasonably priced and located, and in this book, the identity of a college student itself is a good credit certificate.

But the annoying thing is that in a few months, Kei Fujiwara will lose this credit certificate.

Kei Fujiwara, a 22-year-old senior at Tokyo University of Literature and Arts, is about to graduate, but his job has not yet been secured.

If he leaves school and no big business is willing to accept him, a check-out letter from the apartment will be sent to him very quickly.

However, finding a job is a difficult task for him now, to be precise, for all the graduates of this year.

Who made it now 1994, the third year of the Great Depression.

From the 80's to the early 90's, there was a brief take-off in the economy, and he made up for his military failures by commercial means, and he was in full swing striding towards the position of a world-class country.

At that time, the national self-confidence was unprecedented, and it vowed to remove the United States from its position as the world's leader, and it was at that time that the saying that "Tokyo could buy half of the United States" began.

Due to the rapid expansion of the market, college graduates as high-end talents are in short supply, so graduates in the 80s are like sweet and sweet.

Not to mention the schools of Todai and Yingkei, even Toyi, where Kei Fujiwara is now located, was also the object of competition among companies at that time. It's not like it is now, and it is regarded as chicken ribs by enterprises.

In order to compete for talents, many companies have offered extremely generous employment conditions, and even in order to win over newcomers, send money, promise RVs, stuff customs into the house, and use all kinds of means.

At that time, the company personnel were directly approached to the door, and the French food and Turkish bath were invited, and Fujiwara Kei couldn't imagine how happy the graduates were at that time.

It is estimated that one by one is bursting with self-confidence, shouting "the first in this book", fantasizing that he is the master of the world.

At that time, the people did not treat money as money, and the whole people scattered coins, which also buried a huge psychological hidden danger for the future, that is, this wonderful experience made the people feel that this is what life should be.

I didn't realize that the economic take-off of the company was not a business victory, but a diplomatic victory. As a defeated country, it can still have such development, which in itself is very abnormal and an accident in history.

However, this dreamlike life did not last long, and the square agreed to it

The economy of Ben quickly decayed and fell into the Great Depression, and that dreamlike memory was like a huge bubble on the beach, "popping" and bursting.

People have to wake up from wonderful dreams and start to face the harsh reality of life. One of the realities is that the company has begun to lay off employees from labor shortage to personnel redundancy.

Old employees have lost their jobs, new graduates are unemployed, there are a large number of unemployed people in society, and small steel ball shops on the street are filled with people who can't accept reality because they wake up from their dreams, and the crime rate in society is on the rise.

And in a few months, Fujiwara will be part of the army of the unemployed.

Kei Fujiwara lay on his bed and watched the black crows flutter out the window - there are so many crows in Tokyo that it's almost impossible to figure out who is the master of the city.

It's been ten days since he's been here, but he still doesn't feel like he's fully integrated into the city.

Although he has his own Japanese language system and memories of living in Tokyo, Kei Fujiwara silently misses the place where he came from.

The summer of 2022 was a hot death, and Keisa Fujiwara shouldn't have stayed up late the night before, and went out under the scorching sun without taking heatstroke measures, but he got heat stroke, and woke up in Tokyo in 1994.

Fujiwara Kei's body is a native of himself, but psychological reasons are troublesome, and after crossing here, he has been unaccustomed to the water and soil for a long time, and he has only recently improved.

Kei Fujiwara studied in Togeil's video department, and his graduation was imminent, so he wanted to get a job at a TV station based on his major and experience in his previous life, but both the state-run NHK and the five major Minfang rejected him.

It's no wonder that the number of graduates this year is already overstaffed relative to the number of jobs, and it is extremely difficult to find a job. Most companies are considering layoffs, let alone hiring new people.

Television is one of the few industries that hasn't been affected much by the Great Depression, but it's not many jobs have been created.

Kei Fujiwara had heard a long time ago that many positions on big TV stations like the Five Great People's Releases have been filled up by people recommended by employees, and it is difficult to have opportunities at open job fairs.

Now Kei Fujiwara has to work as a caretaker at a bookstore near the school, and occasionally has to do odd jobs at convenience stores. However, this kind of living by doing odd jobs to make ends meet cannot provide people with the security of living in a large city like Tokyo.

Kei Fujiwara picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, tuned to a recent idol drama that he liked quite a bit, and then, turned around, sat down at the desk, and started his part-time side job at night.

Open it and just listen to it, don't watch it, the plot is still quite old-fashioned, but the soundtrack is quite good, the heroine is an actress, and her voice is also very beautiful. So when Kei Fujiwara writes, he often turns on this TV to act as white noise to mobilize the mood of writing.

This world should be regarded as a parallel world, although the general historical trend has not changed, but the details have changed a lot.

Take entertainment works as an example, the songs I heard in my previous life, the film and television dramas I watched, there are none in this world, and the TV series in this world Kei Fujiwara has not seen in my previous life.

Kei Fujiwara picked up a sharpened pencil and wrote neatly on plaid paper.

There was already a stack of manuscript paper on the table at the moment, and the writing work was about halfway through.

And the written manuscript is covered with a blank sheet of paper, which serves as the cover, and there are only three large characters on the cover.

"White Night Walking".