Leader Zai Fengping was killed

Yes, I decided to go back to Cowherd Street to find a job.

You may be wondering, since you have supernatural powers, why do you want to be a cowherd?

Indeed, I once thought that if I had supernatural powers, I would go to the three major organizations in Yokohama to find a job or something.

However, after the tragic memory of dealing with Akutagawa's attack not long ago, I realized the fact that there is no doubt about one person - such things as fighting and killing are not suitable for me who is weak.

In contrast, a job like Niu Lang, who can make money easily as long as he has a handsome face, can speak nicely, chats with others, is more suitable for me.

If I had supernatural powers like, say, Rashomon in Akutagawa, I would definitely not be stingy in contributing my part to building a better Yokohama.However, my ability is "Disqualification for Human Beings".

I'm not saying it's bad, this kind of invalidation ability, which can be called "the law of cause and effect", can also be regarded as the strongest existence in a sense.

But, it's not an offensive ability after all, and it won't add even a little bit of force value to me.I am still a little weak chicken with a combat power of 0.5 goose.In this dangerous free port where the mafia exists and many powerful people with supernatural powers, it is better to live in the world of ordinary people.

This is the reason why I did not go to the three major organizations in Yokohama to find a job.

It's getting late.

Compared with the situation of "no money, no place, no identity" when I first came to another world, I have only solved the identity problem now - I am still penniless and homeless, and I don't know where to sleep tonight, what about dinner I dare not even think about it. "It doesn't matter if you are hungry." In the face of cruel reality, I can only comfort myself so weakly.

Therefore, the monthly salary work must also pass.In order not to live on the streets, I have to earn at least enough money to stay in a hotel today.This is very suitable for being a cowboy!

Because of the popular search push, I have seen many inspirational stories of "Japanese cowboys become multi-millionaires through unremitting efforts".I don't want to get rich again in this way, but one thing is for sure, with my incomparably handsome face, it is absolutely no problem to earn money for hotel expenses!

Combining all the above reasons, plus my own trivial little curiosity, I came to Niulang Street again and decided to find a club that was close to my eyes and officially started working.

Ah, the pass that rejected me earlier.I don't give people a second chance to say no to me, even though I know I won't be.

This is natural, right?

How could I be rejected as a charming and handsome man without my identity as a black household?

I am so sure.

Full of self-confidence, never thought about the possibility of job failure.

I found a club that seemed to be of good taste and walked in with a confident smile.

And yet - I was rejected again.

The other party said so.

"Mr. Dazai, your appearance in our club will cause us trouble."

"As for the cowherd... ahaha, please stop joking, no club dares to accept a big man like you."

The alienated attitude of not wanting to get involved with respect and awe, since I didn't even say my name, but only expressed my intention to apply for the cowherd, it is obvious that the other party is afraid of Dazai Osamu of this world.

hateful!

What an abomination, the Dazai of this world!

How many bad things did that guy do and how much black history he left behind, so that I can't even be a cowherd!

Intellectually, I know it's not Dazai's fault at all.Rather, I was the outsider who was not expected.

Having said that, being rejected twice in one day still made me a little bit uncontrollable - this is not a serious and important matter, just being a cowboy!

What else did you say that "no club dares to say"?What are you doing, won't this make unsuspecting guys doubt my charm!

When I thought that I, who failed to apply for a job, might sleep on the street tonight, shivering in the cold night wind, and maybe get sick because of it, I felt sad for a while.

So sad...this is really a development that would never have been thought of anyway.

With a hurt heart, I left Cowherd Street.

The moment I walked out of the street, I couldn't help turning around and looking back.

The Niulang Street, which is illuminated in the sky, is full of people coming and going, and it is very lively.I was standing in a place where the lights couldn't reach, all the excitement and joy had nothing to do with me, only the trauma in my heart was always with me.

How miserable, myself.

I sighed and left this sad place without looking back.

Turning the corner, I saw a bar within a few steps.Although you can't see the scene inside, this bar is very quiet compared to the bustling Niulang Street behind you.

"Huh?" My eyes fell on the sign of the bar.

With a xiu~, a new idea flashed in my mind.

ah!It is not good?

A bar means that you can drink in it.Drinking alcohol means getting drunk—although I drink so well that I can drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk, but I can pretend to be drunk!

I could drink and drink in the bar, preferably until dawn, and avoid the miserable future of sleeping on the streets?Then pretend to be drunk and run away when you check out!

It doesn’t matter if I can’t run away and be forced to stay, I will definitely be arrested and go to work to pay off my debts if I don’t have money to pay the drink bill—won’t there be a job in this way?

It would be even better if this bar included food and accommodation!Then I can solve the two problems of no money and no place at once!

Or there is another way!If I happen to meet a kind and kind person while drinking, maybe I can still touch him!The bandages wrapped around the body are the best props!

Plan pass√

I think it's okay, no problem.

No matter how things develop, I have a way to push it to where I want to solve the current dilemma.Confirming this, I pushed open the bar door.

It's really a quiet bar, as I envisioned.

The slightly dim warm yellow lighting and simple wooden furniture create a quiet and warm atmosphere.The seat in front of the bar was empty, and there were a few men in black suits sitting in the corner, sitting at a table of two or three, drinking wine and talking quietly.

I prefer this to one of those loud bars with flashing lights.

"Have a glass of The Godfather. "

I went to the bar and sat down on the bar stool.

I don't know why, after I finished saying this, the guests who were still drinking and chatting with friends at the same table looked at me in unison.The middle-aged man in the uniform of the bartender behind the bar also showed a strange expression.

Is there anything wrong with my words?

Is there anything taboo about the "Godfather" cocktail in this bar?

Slightly confused.

"Can't you be the 'Godfather'? ’ I asked the bartender thoughtfully.

The bartender's facial muscles twitched a few times: "Yes, please wait a moment, guest."

strangeness.

Sure enough, something was wrong.

I look around.After receiving my gaze, those guests all withdrew their gazes, pretending to be nonchalant.But the gaze I felt just now is definitely not my illusion, and this deliberate performance is even more suspicious.

Unsure of what caused this anomaly, the "Godfather" cocktail, or something else...

No, it can't be because of this face, right?

This guess that appeared in my mind for no reason made me feel almost chilly.

Probably because of the fact that I was rejected twice before!The psychological shadow left over in a short period of time, so the thoughts will involuntarily drift to this possibility from time to time.

But shouldn't it?It's impossible for such a coincidence to happen, I just left that club!

Perhaps out of a kind of escape psychology.Intellectually I knew that this possibility existed, but my emotions drove me to rule it out immediately.Why bother to rub salt in your own wounds?

"Your wine, sir."

The bartender gently placed the glass in front of me.

The light orange liquid showed a stronger color under the light, and the huge ice ball that occupied almost half of the glass reflected finely colored light.It was so bright that I couldn't help but raise my hand to cover my eyes.

If only the bandage over the eye was still there.

Unfortunately, because I had to drive, I took off the bandage covering my left eye after the cosplay shooting.

Ah, it's no use complaining now.I recalled the experience of being rejected by the club, brewing a sad mood, my eyes slightly lowered to look at the position of 30° below, I picked up the wine glass with a melancholy expression, and took a big sip boldly.

How to relieve worries, only Dukang!

I think I must look sad.But the guests in this bar are all ruthless guys, and no one cares about me to comfort me—it was so fickle to stare at me with such fiery eyes not long ago.

Not just the customers at the bar, but even the bartender who works part-time as the psychological trash can of the "poor guy who gets drunk at the bar" turned a blind eye to me, the unfortunate man.

Alas, this society is really indifferent.

No one paid attention to me, and no one even approached me... How can I find kind and kind people to touch porcelain if this continues!

As I gloomily sipped my cocktail, I made up my mind that the next person who came into this bar, male or female, I would leave him at the bar.

I'm going to play a drunken loser and pour out my pain to him.It doesn't matter if you are regarded as a strange guy, a drunk man is unreasonable!

If he is a kind and kind person, then pretend to be pitiful and rely on him.If he's an unsympathetic and jerk, then...

Before I could continue thinking, the door of the bar was pushed open again.

"Open a bottle of Romanée-Conti."