You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

"I'm expensive too." You said to the girl tactfully.

She let out an "ah" in disappointment, probably because she never expected to be rejected, and the rosiness on her face quickly faded.

You pointed at Dazai and said with a smile, "Why don't you let my friend accompany you, he hasn't found a job yet, and he has a lot of free time."

The eyes of the girl beside her lit up immediately, and she asked in surprise, "Is it okay?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at you and smiled, "Of course."

He took a step forward, held the girl's hand, and looked at her affectionately: "Miss, would you like to drown in alcohol with me?"

His voice was not deep, but it was very distinctive, as if it had the power to bewitch people's hearts. With that handsome face, the girl suddenly became confused, and stammered: "Wish, wish..."

Wait, drowning? !

The girl turned pale, "No, I... I mean..."

The hand held by Osamu Dazai was pulled away suddenly, and the girl put her hands behind her back, looking at him in horror.

"You see, she doesn't want to."

Osamu Dazai turned to you and said, "When death is mentioned, everyone will turn pale like this."

His voice was deep and cold, and those iris-colored eyes were emotionless, which made people feel chills when they saw it.

You rubbed your temples with a headache, and your face turned cold.

"Osamu Dazai, do you want me to remind you, I am here to supervise you to complete the task, not to discuss human nature with you."

Osamu Dazai was stunned, probably after he said these words, you were the only one who was not led astray by his thoughts.

You said coldly: "The Matsushima police officer has been in the door for 3 minutes. If the fugitive is really hiding here, he is likely to be killed."

Osamu Dazai's face changed slightly: "Which floor did he go to?"

You stared at him silently, and he forced a smile and said, "My observation period is over in one week, you don't want me to fail the mission now, do you?"

"Then don't do what you just did," you said.

Osamu Dazai naturally agreed and coaxed the girl who was scared away by him. He quickly asked, "Which floor did Matsushima go to?"

"He hasn't come yet."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The expression on his face slowly converged, his eyes became dark and gloomy.

You didn't feel guilty at all, you patted him on the shoulder, and said sincerely: "I just want to remind you, don't be distracted when doing the task - if you fail the task because you want to punish me, I will feel very embarrassed of."

You don't look embarrassed at all.

Osamu Dazai even felt that you were teasing him on purpose.

He grabs your hand suddenly.

The bandage-wrapped wrist looks thin and thin, but at this moment, your strength is extraordinarily strong. Your fingers hurt from being squeezed by him, and you can't help but frown.

The dark tide surged in those iris-colored eyes, brewing with emotions like a storm.

He's offended that you've bluffed him with such easy-to-debunk words.

— In other words, if you could make up a bigger hoax, he'd be angrier than he is now?

You suddenly wanted to see the expression on his lungs exploding after being tricked by you, and a smile could not help but appear on his face.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze from your face, and said coldly: "Stop making fun of missions."

He turned and went to the second floor.

You squeezed your sore fingers and followed behind him with a smile.

The second floor of the club is a KTV, and the third floor is a casino. You can enter these three floors with a fee, and then there is a private hotel. There are special security personnel on duty at the elevator entrance, and only a membership card can go up.

You get the club manager and ask about Matsushima's habits from him.

"Mr. Matsushima arrives at the club half an hour early every time he meets people, and drinks a few drinks at the bar on the first floor, and then goes to the private room of the hotel to discuss business with people... By the way, he especially likes our club. Margaux."

Because there is security in the elevator, and each member's room number is kept secret, it is difficult to find Songdao's location, so the best time to attack him is when he is in the bar on the first floor.

You are back on the first floor.

Osamu Dazai's mobile phone is connected to the monitoring of the entire bar. While watching, he sat on the bar counter and said naturally, "Give me a glass of whiskey and dish soap."

"Add what?" The bartender thought he heard it wrong.

"Dishwashing liquid is the kind you use to wash cups. Isn't there a bottle there?" Osamu Dazai pointed to the corner of the bar.

The corner of the bartender's mouth twitched, he silently poured a glass of whiskey, and threw him two pieces of ice in it.

You leaned against the edge of the bar, resting your hands lightly on the table, neither ordered nor asked for a drink, Dazai looked at you who were out of place, and whispered: "I don't like the Supernatural Secret Service Section, except for the wood that can't speak, It's just people like you who hate it."

You tilt your head and ask, "Who else hates me besides me?"

"..." Osamu Dazai stopped talking, picked up his glass and took a sip of his wine.

The monitor kept switching angles, zooming in and out on his mobile phone, and he watched it very carefully, as if he wanted to include the situation of the entire bar in his heart.

A bottle of whiskey quickly drained, and he still looked sober. You yawned boredly next to him, and suddenly heard a noise coming from the door.

"Mr. Shier is here!"

"Mr. Shier~ Long time no see!"

All you hear are greetings, mixed with excitement, and you can't help but think, is that person named Shier a celebrity?

You looked up, and saw a man with short black hair walking in. He was tall and muscular, and his T-shirt was almost stretched into tights. He obviously didn't do anything, but it made people somehow think of sexy Words like gas.

Seeing the girls surrounding him, he stopped and licked the scar at the corner of his mouth. It was just an ordinary movement that made people blush and heartbeat.

But when you saw it, your heart went into cardiac arrest, and you couldn't help but feel a pain in your neck.

Isn't this the one who wiped your neck with a knife in the last dungeon?

It is absolutely impossible for you to recognize that iconic scar!

"You know him?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"I don't know, I'm just wondering if it's a celebrity."

Osamu Dazai obviously didn't believe it. He glanced at the people over there again, and pushed his glass forward: "Have another glass."

The bartender took out a new bottle of whiskey when he heard the words. Osamu Dazai looked at the wine cabinet behind him and said, "Why don't you open that one? It's called Margaux? It tastes better."

You look at the bottle of wine he is pointing at, and a series of zeros on the price tag dazzles your eyes.

You quickly said: "There is no reimbursement."

"what?!"

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide and turned his head stiffly. The whiskey he drank was caught in his eyes, and his pupils trembled wildly, "I didn't bring any money!!"

"I've never heard that people need to bring money for surveillance missions."

You looked at him, expressing your poverty with firm eyes.

Osamu Dazai was slowly dumbfounded.

"No, you paid for the taxi fare just now," he said sadly, "It's not that you didn't bring any money, you didn't want to spend money for me!!"

"Why should I spend money on a stinky man." You replied confidently.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Damn, this sounds so familiar...

"Stay here to wash the glasses," interjected the bartender. "Our dish soap here is fine."

A bottle of dishwashing liquid was placed in front of Osamu Dazai, "If you want to drink it, I can give you a [-]% discount."

Lots of bamboo shoots!

You laughed out loud, Osamu Dazai gave you a blank look, then glanced at the crowd not far away, his eyes stayed on the pockets of those people.

You coughed: "It's best not to do this."

Even the smallest incident of theft may disqualify him from cleansing—the reason is very simple, if you were the chief of the Supernatural Secret Service, you would not let such a useful person go.

At least one team is required to capture the supernatural beings, but when it comes to Dazai, he can complete it alone... There is no need to pay him, and it seems that there is no holiday?

At this time, it is still very easy to use the very cheap Osamu Dazai to set his sights further afield.

In the corner of the bar, the man named Shier was reclining on the sofa, listening to the girl opposite him absently.

While listening, he rubbed his rough fingers on the edge of the wine glass. His movements were very light and slow, making people feel that what he was touching was not the wine glass, but his beloved woman.

The girl opposite couldn't help blushing, and after stammering a few words, she took out a string of pearl necklaces from her bag and put them in front of him.

Without even looking at it, he lifted his chin and said, "You should go."

His long and narrow eyes usually look provocative, but at this time they are inexplicably intimidating, as if the emperor's aura is scattered, and even the surrounding air is under control.

The girl stared at him blankly, and he narrowed his eyes in displeasure. The rosiness on the girl's face suddenly reached its peak, and he ran away covering her face.

Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue: "Is this kind of man so popular now?"

In just a short while, a lot of jewels and scattered bank cards were piled up in front of the man. Not to mention whiskey, even several bottles of Margaux red wine could be opened.

Seeing another girl walking in front of Shi Er with a blushing face, Osamu Dazai couldn't help standing up.

"What are you doing?" you asked Dazai.

"Of course he bought me a drink," Dazai Osamu said, "You don't really want me to stay here to wash the glasses, do you?"

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you:

A "Isn't it good to wash the cups? I'll be watching over you~"

B "Do you think he will spend money for you?"

C "Then I will go too."

D "You" still want to say something else