After choosing a big adventure at Lupine's Bar

"I don't mind..." Although he didn't mind, to be honest, he was a little at a loss.

A flustered sense of complete inability to comprehend the development of events.

"Then..." Odasaku picked up the crayon and filled in the image of Mingyin in the blank space behind him, "This is complete."

"Oda's drawing sucks."

"That's right, Mingyin-chan also talked about him."

"Wow, it really sucks."

"Odasaku is not good at drawing, so don't force yourself."

"Don't mind."

In response, there was the Mafia's horrific vengeance, tickling attacks.

"Sorry, May [-]th, the drawing sucks." Oda Saku rubbed his wrist.

"No, it doesn't matter, it was just a random drawing."

From Odasaku's perspective, under the light-colored hair, the tips of the ears are red.

"What's wrong?" Mingyin was very sensitive to other people's gaze.

"I was just wondering, did you pierc your ears yourself?"

"Well, yes." Mingyin touched the jewelry on his left ear with one hand, "I wore it with safety pins when I was in middle school."

"Safety pins? Sounds like a pain."

"The earlobe is okay, but the cartilage is quite painful."

When Mingyin said this, he remembered the days when he avoided the teacher's inspection.

"Has Mr. Odasaku gone to school?"

"No, he has been a professional killer since a long time ago."

"Haha, is that so..." Mingyin echoed, only to realize what kind of violent words the other party said in a very ordinary way, "Ha——?!"

Normally, would such a thing be said casually like this?

in small talk.

"Sorry, I thought you knew..." Odasaku walked outside the door and leaned his back against the wall.

"No, I'm surprised you just said that."

"I just think I should tell you..." The young man with a different brain circuit added, "However, I stopped doing it about 8 years ago."

"Don't do it?"

Odasaku thought for a moment, and changed his words.

"To be precise, it is a decision not to kill anyone."

"Because I wanted to be a novelist."

"Writing novels is like writing other people's lives, and a guy who keeps depriving others of their lives is not qualified to write life...at least I think so."

"So quit."

"If you want to put down the bullets and guns, just hold the paper and pen in your hands." ①

"This is really a big decision..." Mingyin felt the culture shock, "It's not easy."

"At the beginning, I just thought, try it out, and I did it, but in fact, I have always only killed people, and I don't know how to do other jobs... In the end, I was at the bottom of the mafia, as a transition period, It is still the same until now.”

"For the Yokohama Mafia, is it Port Mafia? The one whose headquarters is in the Landmark Building."

"That's right, those five buildings belong to the port of Mafia..." Odasaku was a little surprised, "Did you know that?"

"No, I'm just guessing. Now Yokohama is basically dominated by the Mafia family at the port..." Mingyin vaguely passed the topic, "Mr. Odasaku has supernatural powers, right?"

He didn't feel that the other party would really answer his question.

But he found that he was wrong again.

"Did you hear what your acquaintance said... "Seamless Clothes" is a passive ability that can predict your own death in 5-6 seconds, which is very suitable for dangerous work. "

This is true.

It is simply a supernatural ability born for fighting.

"However, novelist, good ideal," Ming Yin said casually, "Pure literature may not be suitable, but if it is a light novel, I really want to be the manga author of Mr. Oda Saku's works, it will definitely be very good interesting."

"Light novels, I haven't read much..." Oda Saku really imagined this possibility, obviously even the follow-up of the novel he is writing now has not been written a few times.

"No, there's no need for pressure, I'm really just talking casually..." Mingyin began to feel a little suffocated again, "Mr. It fits the market very well.”

"Is that right?"

"Is such that."

After being held back by the little ones for a long time and promising to come again, Mingyin finally got away.

After returning to the hotel, I saw Nozaki and the others collapsed to the ground in various strange postures.

Ink and pens of various sizes were scattered on the table.

There are still finished manuscripts on the fax machine in the hotel.

"If you have said everything and come out to play, you should submit the manuscript in advance."

To avoid all kinds of natural disasters and man-made disasters under the speed of life and death.

"Yuri-chan may be like this, but I'm not." Nozaki weakly stretched out a hand and gave a thumbs up. "Some inspirations need to be inspired during the journey."

Speaking of this, Mingyin remembered the new character based on him.

It's such a shame, I hope no one outside the production team finds out.

After reporting the news that Mr. Oda Saku agreed to them, all the staff were revived with full blood.

Only Mingyin herself slumped on the lazy sofa exhausted from running around all day, motionless.

He raised his right hand and found that the black mist had really faded.

And when I stayed with Odasaku-san today, there really were no monsters gathered around, so I felt a lot more relaxed.

Mingyin thought wildly about some things that happened today.

His ears were pierced by himself with safety pins in middle school, the kind you could buy at any convenience store or drug store.

Of course, it is prohibited by school rules.

It's not because of any rebellious period or simply thinking it's cool.

Now that I think about it, I probably just wanted to cause pain.

It's not that Mingyin likes pain, on the contrary, he is very afraid of pain.

I did it because it was annoying.

【Should you be S or M when you treat others M and yourself S? 】

"Ah, I'm from S, and I don't have an M element." Personality.

On the other side, Leibo Street.

"Let's stop here today, Professor, it will be messy here at night."

The ochre-haired boy was wearing a three-piece suit with his coat draped over his shoulders. He took off his hat to look at the sky, and turned his head to offer friendly suggestions to these outsiders.

"That's right." The professor of folklore looked at his watch and decided to stop today's itinerary. "It's really hard for you today, Mr. Zhongyuan. I really saw a lot of interesting things. The unique environment of Leibo Street..."

The scholar was obviously still in the top position, and he became more energetic as he talked, and he began to talk endlessly to the young guide.

"Well, yes." Zhong Yuanzhong also politely agreed, but the polite smile was still a little stiff.

"Nakaya-kun, about the abandoned laboratory tomorrow..." Xiao Yu glanced at the schedule, "Can we really go in and investigate directly?"

Zhong also turned around and put on his hat again, "Anyway, it's already been discarded, so it doesn't matter, no one in the local area taboos on this."

The collision of science and theology or something.

"He said it's okay, so it's okay, May [-]th." Baimugui carried a pile of shorthand drawings and carry-on luggage on his shoulders, Xiaoyu's and his own.

"Yeah." Xiaoyu smiled, as if he was relieved.

...?

Zhong also paused.

No way.

Sounds like it, but it shouldn't be.

From the outside, he looks like an ordinary human being.

"Speaking of which, on May [-]th," Baimugui asked about a private matter, "Have you talked with Mingyin?"

"Well, but probably, it will take time."

"Really..." Baimugui patted Xiao Yu's head with one hand, and stroked it lightly, "What did that guy say?"

"Jun Xun said, wait." Xiaoyu lowered her eyes, then raised her head and looked back at Baimugui.

"No matter what, it is impossible to be manufactured out of thin air, it is just transformed from one thing to another, which is called "manufacturing". "

"The same goes for Mingyin."

"The feathers are just for his body, the soul is already there."

"According to Junxun, we need to know Mingyin's real name first, and wait for the right time."

"Otherwise, it may turn into the worst possible outcome."