Mori Chef's self-cultivation

Aliens who invaded Yokohama...

Although Kurihara spent most of his time in the orphanage and was obsessed with the beauty of his own dean every day, it did not prevent him from learning all kinds of news from the outside world through other people's mouths, so he was still a well-informed type.

In other words, it is impossible for him to be ignorant of such a major change.

The seemingly non-existent sense of disobedience that had appeared since he woke up yesterday became more and more intense, and now it seemed as if someone was telling him with his ear that there must be something in it.

Immediately, he couldn't help asking a stupid question: "Mr. Yato, can you tell me the exact date?"

"Aha?"

The originally serious blue-haired boy couldn't help being stunned for a moment, as if seeing him suddenly become stupid, subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his head, trying to test the temperature.

In order to get the information, he raised his head obediently, letting the warm palm of the other party press the top of his hair, bringing an extra intimate touch.

It’s not a sacrifice not to feel disliked.

But I have to say that he felt that the other party's method was a bit like masturbating a small animal, and he wanted to mess up all his smooth long hair and make it into a mess.

——Hey, this is definitely an opportunity to vent your anger, right?Wearing women's clothes together is obviously a very happy thing.

Fortunately, Yato also knew what enough is enough, so he gave him the answer while clumsily helping him tie his high ponytail.

That was almost four years earlier than the time Kurihara was in before.

"It's really not right..."

He ignored his overly casual hairstyle at the moment, habitually squeezed his chin to think, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that I was struck by lightning and passed through? It's too clichéd, it's completely a plot in a novel." .”

It's all about complaining, but he has never been a person who just sits and waits to die, so he quickly decided on the next course of action.

"Mr. Yato, can you help me find someone?"

In order not to let his teammates fall into a state of confusion, he had no choice but to explain the whole story as simply as possible on the premise of hiding part of the core truth, so as to facilitate the enthusiastic gods to search.

"I have a friend who was adopted by the high-level port mafia. Because he left in a hurry and didn't leave me his contact information, so in order to find him, I had to meet his new guardian first."

He hardly ever lied.

Assuming that the timeline is simply set back a few years, then no matter whether Osamu Dazai has obtained the custody of the "book", he will definitely know the clues about it.

Compared with going to Nakajima Atsushi and Mori Ogai, it is obviously easier for the adopters who are close to the former to find out the ins and outs of everything without endangering their lives.

As for Yato, there is absolutely nothing to worry about.

Whether it is a god or an ordinary person, as long as they are not involved in the truth of the "book", they should be able to evade the laws of the world and stay in the safe zone forever.

Thinking of this, those bright blue eyes became more sincere and earnest, making it impossible to refuse his request.

"I have to see him for everything, please."

"Joining the port mafia is not a good job, no wonder you are worried." Because he didn't know his mind, the blue-haired god misunderstood the point, and mistakenly thought that the "he" he was referring to was a pitiful fellow of the same age , and immediately felt compassion.

Friendship in troubled times is probably the most precious thing.

I don't know if he recalled something, Yato-sama's expression darkened, but soon he gave a thumbs-up energetically, and promised it like a treasure: "Your wish will be accepted by Yato-sama, remember to make it up later." The entrustment fee—"

"Okay, okay, I can also treat you to a big meal."

The pink-haired boy nodded helplessly, then spread his hands and told him the difficulty of this trip: "But I have to be honest, I only know the other party's name, what he looks like, and where he lives. They are all blank files. .”

"...What kind of hell-level difficulty is this?"

The reliable posture he just posed collapsed in an instant, and he almost performed the secret skill of turning a salted fish over or a salted fish on the spot.

Although he has taken on a lot of jobs looking for cats and dogs, he is already familiar with all kinds of unreliable descriptions from owners, such as my baby is the most beautiful and cutest in the world, but at least he can get a photo or portrait!

Good guy, this time it was changed to looking for a needle in a haystack.

The key is how can he tell whether the "needle" he fished out is correct or not.

Seeing that he was slumped and turned into a soft cake, the little devil in a harmless shell coughed dryly, and made a supplementary explanation with a smile: "There are not many people in the high-level Hong Kong gangsters, and the probability of having the same name is basically zero. So it shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

"Yes!"

The disconnected kami hurriedly stood up, circled around Kurihara Fudan like a big dog, waiting for the key word in the command.

Then, he heard a name that terrified the underground world of Yokohama.

"—Osamu Dazai, his name is Osamu Dazai."

Before leaving, the worried god who inexplicably received the role card of the old father (mother) deliberately stuffed Kurihara into a nearby coffee shop.

There's no way, it's too dangerous to walk around with such an outstanding appearance!

Thinking about the little bastard he met last night, Yato couldn't help but put on a straight face, casually took something out of the four-dimensional (?) pocket, handed it to him solemnly, and kept asking: " When you meet someone who strikes up a conversation with malicious intentions, don't think too much, just shoot him in the face."

"You still carry it..."

The pink-haired boy who took the heavy brick couldn't help but twitched his lips, and reluctantly accepted the kindness—seriously, if you didn't understand the other party's temper, you would definitely think it was a joke!

Who wants to use a brick as a side weapon?

So after the unreliable god left, he resolutely walked out of the coffee shop, staying away from the cake-eating crowd who cast strange glances at him from time to time, and conveniently hid the bricks in the gap between the trash can and the wall.

Anyway, if I didn't lose it, I would have an explanation...

——Speaking of which, why does he have to keep accommodating the mental journey of canine creatures?

The heart player who is a veteran prostitute begins to doubt life.

Of course, he didn't delay what to do, and walked towards the bar not far away.

The bustling place at night always looks extraordinarily quiet during the day, and even the two doors are closed tightly, as if sealed, with a cold face of refusing to welcome guests.

Kurihara Tsubasa didn't hesitate at all, he opened the door unceremoniously and walked in. He went straight to the place arranged as a wine cabinet exhibition stand, and said hello to the man who was counting the accounts.

"Hello, are there any recruits here?"

"Where did you come from, kid, don't you see how busy I am?"

Perhaps because he interrupted his thoughts, the other party's voice was full of impatience, and he waved his hands frequently like chasing flies, without looking back: "Go home and find your mother for milk, it's okay to make trouble. We are already full, and there is no need for you to make trouble."

These sarcastic remarks are enough to scare away the obedient players who occasionally come looking for excitement.

Based on the man's accumulated experience over the years, he can easily conclude that the somewhat soft voice behind him comes from an underage girl with weak writing, not like a romantic girl who hangs out at nightclubs, obviously not earning much money.

As for how much manpower and money it will cost to train a young girl into a qualified female publicist, he is of course very clear, and it is basically a money-losing business.

Isn't it faster and more effective to accept mature practitioners?

Bars are not shelters, so there's no need to burden yourself.

The attitude of the profit-oriented businessman can be called tough, and there is no room for maneuver.

click.

A gleaming white calf stepped on the high heels and landed lightly, like an elegant dancer, easily attracting his attention.

Immediately afterwards, the lovely foot continued to slide forward, along the heel of a pair of well-polished leather shoes, and penetrated into the center.Obviously there is no excessive behavior, but it gives people an extremely ambiguous atmosphere, slowly releasing a unique magic.

The male instinct prompted him to roll his Adam's apple, wanting to turn around to see what the little guy who dared to tease him looks like.

However, the other party tapped his temples with his fingertips, stopping his movement lightly.

"gentlemen--"

The originally infinitely pure voice was lowered a bit, and became a little hoarse and hazy, like fine wine sliding down the throat, filled with an irresistible sense of heat, "I'm really penniless, and there is still money outside. I am in debt and need this job urgently, please give me a chance."

"—On the first day of the trial, I don't need to charge."

Probably a man would not be able to resist such a seductive temptation, not to mention, he was in the vanity fair, and he was born with a bit of a psychology of taking advantage. Now his smile changed unconsciously, and there was no trace of impatience before.

As a result, he just turned around and stretched out his arms to hug the other party's slender waist, when he saw the pink-haired "girl" take a step back as lightly as a rabbit, and happened to avoid his salty pig's hand.

Well, it's confirmed, this little guy is definitely much more skilled than he looks.

"I mean, the first day's salary is optional~"

The little devil, who knows how to retreat after flirting, blinked his eyes, his expression became more innocent, and he had a good grasp of the green tea's temperament, and then asked softly: "Do you think I can stay? If not, I will You can try the bar next to it, although it is not as big as your store, but at least it can protect me from the wind and rain..."

"Stay here for now, let me see how you are capable."

The man who failed to steal the fragrance was not discouraged, he held up his posture as usual, and solemnly agreed to his job application - anyway, it will be a long time, and sooner or later he will have a chance to win "her".

As everyone knows, the young man who was regarded as something in his pocket didn't care about his evil thoughts, but turned his face sideways, observing the street outside the window without any trace.

And what better place to gather intel than a bar full of fish and dragons?

I hope that later he can meet a fat sheep with a lot of money who is easy to cheat and knows the inside information of Hong Kong gangsters, and help him solve the problem of shortage of funds by the way.

Well, perfect.

作者有话要说：今天更新迟到了呜呜呜，因为最近比较贫穷，所以就随机抽六个留言的宝宝送红包，来作为补偿ヽ(；▽；)ノ感谢在2020-11-2521:44:01~2020-11-2700:26:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of soft and cute cats; 1 bottle of Fengxiao Wushuang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!