153 Extra Chapter 12
After nearly half a month of having sex with Panxing Cult, Yayoi made an important decision.
——She wants to make money.
She doesn't want to be a rice bug, she wants to be self-reliant, and she wants to buy cat food for her cat through her own efforts.
So here's the problem. As a gangster who is so shady that she is beyond recognition, she doesn't have any identity proof or any valid certificate. She can't do a serious job, so she has to find another way out.
Suguru Geto's expression when he learned that the other party suddenly wanted to go out for work was very strange. If he had to describe it, it was full of condemnation and criticism. Yayoi intuitively felt that the expression expressed by such complicated emotions was not directed at her.
Suguru Geto hates ordinary people who have no magic skills, but he is very tolerant towards magicians, and his attitude can even be said to be very friendly. When he knew that the other person was worried about work because he had no identity certificate, he specially introduced him to him. I know Kong Shiyu, a black market agent.
Kong Shiyu has no magic skills, but he can see curse spirits. As an intermediary in the black market, his general job is to build a bridge between employers and order takers. Because he can see curses, his work also involves the world of magic.
People are cursing others every day, and people are being cursed to death every day.
Those who work in this industry are never short of employers and orders, but they are short of people who can take over the tasks.
From the more senior intermediaries, Kong Shiyu can roughly know that the level of activity of curse masters in the black market is not as good as it used to be. Many years ago, the activities of curse masters could be called unscrupulous. As long as the money is enough, Finally, as long as it is within the scope of one's ability, cursing others to kill is just a matter of words. After entering the 21st century, the curse masters working secretly seemed to have made an appointment, and silently restrained their actions.
There is no such thing as conscience discovery. There is no such thing as a conscience for curse masters who restrain their actions. The reason why they do this is entirely because they are worried that if they do too much, they will attract the attention of a certain being. Then it will no longer be a question of money, but your own life.
A considerable part of the bounties were put aside in piles.
Before the two parties met, Suguru Geto kindly provided Yayoi with a tachi-style magic tool.
Vaguely, Suguru Geto had a feeling that Yayoi didn't really want to have anything to do with Satoru Gojo, and naturally he didn't want him to notice his whereabouts.
When a conjurer removes a curse, it is bound to leave a residue behind, and if the residue is left behind, it will be tracked by others. Yayoi is an exception. Her physical strength is extremely close to that of the Fushiki Fushiki he met many years ago. She can definitely work in the same way as Fushiki Shiji, and I seem to have such plans.
When he was introduced to Kong Shiyu, the black market intermediary who had seen too many strange things and was as steady as an old dog had an idea in his mind.
"Do you have a grudge against her?" Kong Shiyu said.
This guy doesn't have much meat on his body, and the black market is not a vegetable market. He just wants to kill him, right?
Suguru Geto narrowed his fox-like eyes, "No grudge, she is short of money."
Kong Shiyu choked, turned around, and his eyes fell on the red-haired man, who was holding a tachi-style spell tool and holding a white cat with an outstanding figure in his other hand. The wrists were both slender. It seemed like it could break with just a slight bend. The cat weighed more than fifteen kilograms, but the other party picked him up easily.
"Please take care of me." Hong Mao said warmly.
Surprisingly polite.
Kong Shiyu thought.
"Don't give her a murder order." Suguru Geto said with a smile, "She doesn't know how to kill, just give her the task of exorcising the cursed spirit."
Kong Shiyu's frown deepened, and he couldn't help but muttered in his heart, 'This is really troublesome.'
Simply put, it is difficult to get along in the black market because it does not know how to kill.
Yayoi thought for a moment and said with a innocent and harmless face, "It's okay to have a stronger curse spirit. As long as the money is enough, I can do it."
Kong Shiyu: "..."
Good guy, why does the last half of the sentence sound so familiar?
A certain face-coded magician killer appeared in his mind. Kong Shiyu, who had been in the black market for many years, showed the good professionalism of a black market intermediary and introduced several rewards with a steady expression like an old dog. The huge orders were all accepted by Hongmao opposite. After the task was completed, Kong Shiyu would deduct his own commission from the reward, and then transfer the reward from the employer to the account of the person who took the order. Yayoi is a black account and has no bank. Account, just let Kong Shiyu transfer the reward to Suguru Geto's account.
Kong Shiyu paused, and Yayoi's eyes accurately caught the strange look that flashed out of the other person's eyes.
After briefly talking about some related matters, the strange feeling in Kong Shiyu's heart became more intense. This red-haired man had a style of behavior in ordinary people's society, and he was still the kind of person who would abide by the law. type of conscientious citizen.
While Yayoi was hugging the cat and leaving the table for a short time, Kong Shiyu finally couldn't help it anymore, "Where did you find such a weirdo and taken advantage of?"
Is she reliable?
Suguru Geto pointed at the faint bruises under his eyes. The panda eyes punched by Yayoi a few days ago have almost dissipated, but if you look closely, you can still see something.
"Look, I still beat her here." Suguru Geto said expressionlessly.
Looking at the entire curse world, excluding Satoru Gojo, you can count the number of people who have beaten him, an evil curse master, with just one slap. Do you think it is reliable?
Moreover, those who have the courage to let go of Satoru Gojo’s pigeons will have a bright future.
Kong Shiyu: "..."
Fine.
On the day he accepted the mission, Kong Shiyu personally drove the people to the mission location. The mission location was a Western-style red brick villa near the suburbs. This kind of villa was built in the Showa era and is a very historic building. The elegant building stands in a large manor. A large piece of land nearby belongs to the employer. The original plan was to transform this place into a holiday center. Demolition started in June 2013, but had to be stopped in October. .
"Everyone who entered that villa died." Kong Shiyu said, "The few who escaped were crazy."
Rumor has it that this place has been haunted by ghosts and has been so sensitive that it cannot even be demolished and rebuilt normally, let alone transformed into a resort center.
Yayoi held the cat in his arms and looked at the red brick house through the car window among the lush greenery. "Does this house need to be demolished?"
Kong Shiyu paused, "That's right."
"Can we dismantle it now?" Yayoi said softly.
The cat in her arms rubbed its furry head against the palm of her hand, purring lazily from its throat.
Kong Shiyu paused, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his brain. After many years of doing this kind of work, he had developed excellent instincts, and he subconsciously felt that something was not good.
Kong Shiyu took a deep breath and said, "Wait a minute, I'll contact my employer."
Yayoi sat in the passenger seat, gently stroking the fluffy and soft fur on the cat's back, "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."
"mum--"
The big white cat looked at her unhappily.
"Be back soon." Yayoi kissed the tip of his nose, "Just one."
The big white cat flicked its tail, "Mmm."
All right.
Kong Shiyu put down his phone after ending the call, "The employer said it's okay."
It was best to demolish it completely, so that he could still have a demolition budget left.
Yayoi nodded, opened the seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car, and put his cat on the passenger seat before leaving.
Kong Shiyu watched helplessly as the white cat that Yayoi had been carrying closed the car window, pressed the control button with his cat's paws with ease, rolled down the car window, squinted his eyes, and lay down lazily. He stood up against the car window, his fluffy white hair trembling slightly in the wind, and his fluffy tail swung twice before quietly curling up on the seat.
Kong Shiyu: "..."
He doesn't keep cats, but are all cats so smart these days?
As time passed by, Kong Shiyu took out the cigarette case from his pocket and took out a cigarette. The choking smell of tobacco filled the car, and the sparks hanging in the smoke were bright.
The smell of tobacco rolled up his throat. The white cat lay on the car window and yawned, revealing its pointed canines and soft tongue.
Holding a cigarette between his fingers, Kong Shiyu tapped the steering wheel with a dull look, and a muffled roar of thunder exploded in the sky, like the roar of a huge creature rolling in its throat.
Kong Shiyu turned around instinctively and saw the red brick house that collapsed in an instant. The old house that had stood in this manor for nearly a hundred years was torn to pieces and collapsed like a Jenga house from which the most critical piece had been taken away. Tiles and rubble rolled everywhere.
The ear-piercing scream tore through the air and stung the eardrums like a knife on glass.
Inhuman creatures rushed out of the ruins, carrying a strong smell of putrefaction and rust, and ran towards the car as if fleeing for their lives. As the distance got closer, the nerves in the whole body instinctively tightened in an instant, and an icy chill ran along the lines. Climbing along the spine all the way to the brain, Kong Shiyu saw an unrecognizable creature. His trembling fingers instinctively closed up and tightened the steering wheel, instinctively wanting to step on the accelerator to drive the car.
The silence that pervaded the mountain forest was compressed to the extreme by the coldness mixed with rot and rust. The glass of the front window of the car reflected the violently contracted pupils, and the white cat Lao Shen was lying on the ground beside the window.
There was a loud bang, and the car window seemed to shake violently at that moment. The curse spirit's huge body passed by the car window, and hit the roadside with a bang, causing a roiling noise.
Kong Shiyu put down the hands that were crossed in front of him, looked up and saw a pair of frightening eyes. The harmless amber pupils were filled with lava, and the red hair was like wildfire burning everything wantonly.
The other party half squatted at the front of the car, straightened her back, and stood up slowly. The muscles on her back slowly stretched out, like a lioness ready to go. She held the magic sword in her hand, stained with it. The blade of the cursed blood reflected his frightened face.
The focused pupils shrank for an instant, his body squatted down, and his center of gravity shifted slightly. The moment he took off, the car swayed violently, and Kong Shiyu instinctively held on to the window to avoid hitting his head.
After witnessing the red-haired woman chasing away the cursed spirit like a ferocious beast chasing her prey, Kong Shiyu calmed down her heartbeat a little. Kong Shiyu wiped his forehead and felt a moist feeling from the fingers touching his forehead. , he lowered his head and found that his forehead was already soaked with sweat.
The corner of Kong Shiyu's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself that this red-haired man probably didn't belong to Fuheisher.
Such a barbaric way, he has only seen it in Fuheishier in so many years, oh no, now he also has red hair.
With his back pressed against the back of the chair, Kong Shiyu took a puff of cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke expressionlessly.
"mum--"
The white cat sitting in the passenger seat suddenly meowed, his voice sweet and proud.
The car door opened with a click, and someone sat down on the passenger seat. The fingers holding the cigarette paused for a moment. Kong Shiyu turned around and saw a familiar head of red hair. The white cat jumped on her lap and stretched out his hand. His tongue licked her lips.
Yayoi paused and plunged his head directly into the cat's soft belly, indulging in the cat's soft belly.
Kong Shiyu's mouth twitched, and he waited patiently for Yayoi to finish sucking the pussy before speaking, "Done?"
"It's done." Yayoi pinched the cat's soft pads, and the cat let her pinch it, "Let's go to the next mission location."
"no problem."
Kong Shiyu put out the sparks from his cigarette, put his hand on the steering wheel, and stepped on the accelerator to drive the car as steadily as an old dog.
All in all it was a day that challenged my mentality.
This is the most tiring day since Kong Shiyu and Fushihe Shiji broke off contact. He was running around Tokyo with the mission executor. From time to time, he had to experience the frightening feeling of being face to face with the god of death. He challenged his mentality to the limit. From the passenger seat The white cat in the car was snoring. He was looking at the magic spirit who had closed the car window affectionately. The white cat rolled its belly on the passenger seat. The last second he was thinking about masturbating. At that moment, Yayoi's knife flew directly over and pierced the car door, almost breaking the window and shooting at him to kill him.
Kong Shiyu: "..."
Japan is a place with a high incidence of curse spirits. Curse masters are very busy. Instead of risking their lives to exorcise curse spirits, curse masters prefer to make money by casting curses on people. The money comes quickly without losing lives. Naturally, these high-risk bounties are offered. After they were piled aside, someone finally emerged who was willing to accept the reward. It was normal for unexpected situations to occur during the mission.
Yayoi's work efficiency was unexpectedly high. At dusk, Kong Shiyu drove her to three mission locations in succession, and the three payments totaling 10 million were transferred to Suguru Geto's account.
Suguru Geto, who had received a remittance of 10 million, stared at the phone in silence for a long time. Suddenly, he felt evil. He took out another phone and inserted the calling card, and quickly pulled Satoru Gojo out of the blacklist.
At the magic moment, the golden-red sunset fills the streets, the telephone poles cast long shadows on the ground, and the cool autumn wind whizzes by with the curled yellow leaves.
Kong Shiyu parked his car on the roadside in the city, which was close to the Panxing Sect, and took a break after finishing a frightening day.
The man was leaning on the front of the car, with his black coat on his arm, a cigarette in his other hand, and a burst of tobacco-flavored smoke coming out of his mouth.
Yayoi carried her cat into the convenience store. She carried the white cat with her everywhere. When she came out, she had a plastic bag in her hand.
Yayoi put the plastic bag on the front of the car, turned it over twice, and pulled out a box of bento and handed it to Kong Shiyu.
The lunch box still had a warm smell. Kong Shiyu, who subconsciously took the lunch box, lowered his head and saw that the words "Secret Beef Rice Bowl" were printed on the wrapping paper. This is a simple lunch box that is only sold in convenience stores at meal times. A product specially formulated for office workers who are too busy to cook.
"Can you please drive me to the mission location all day long?" Yayoi gave him another bottle of milk.
Such conscientious partners are rare these days.
Kong Shiyu took the lunch box and lunch box and was silent for a long time in the rich dusk. After a while, he solemnly said, "I'm sorry."
Yayoi didn't understand why he was apologizing.
Kong Shiyu held the straw in his mouth and sipped the milk from the milk carton in the dusk. He said to himself that I shouldn't say that you are like Fuheisher. You and Fuheisher are the bastards who have no conscience and still default on his commission. There are clearly two types of people. Not to mention bringing him a lunch box by the way, it would be a shame if he didn't owe him commission.
After a long day of busy work, Yayoi returned to Panxing Cult. She gave Gojo the cat a bath first. During the process of washing the cat, she felt so good by stroking it all at once. After the bath, the cat smelled delicious and she kept stroking it for a long time. Just went to cook.
When night falls, the moonlight fills the sky and is as clear as water.
Suguru Geto came over and gave her a bank card containing the reward for her work today. After giving her a rough explanation of the amount inside, Suguru Geto saw the red-haired man's dumbfounded expression while holding the cat.
"You shouldn't need so much to buy cat food." Yayoi hugged his cat and muttered to himself.
Suguru Geto: "...You make money to raise cats?"
Yayoi nodded while hugging the purring cat.
Suguru Geto didn't know for a moment whether it was better to say that she was unworldly or that she had a weird brain.
Finally, she thought about it again and said, "And repay the debt."
"Are you in debt?" Suguru Geto raised his eyebrows.
Yayoi nodded, "I smashed a Honda car."
Suguru Geto recalled that when he went to find her that day, he really saw a Honda with smoke coming from the front on the street, and thought to himself that it was you who smashed it.
"Mr. Gojo paid for the money." Yayoi blinked.
Suguru Geto: "..."
You were deceived, you were definitely deceived, and he definitely wanted to take you back.
"He said that being his assistant coach can pay off the debt and get a salary." The big white cat slid onto her knees and opened its belly. Yayoi rubbed his belly, "I don't want to be his assistant coach. I owe other people money." Not yet”
"So I still rely on my own work to support myself and the cat, as well as pay off the debt." Yayoi looked at Suguru Geto with a firm expression, "Mr. Geto, I will pay your rent and utility bills, and I will not prostitute you in vain."
Yayoi obediently put the phone's card in front of Suguru Geto.
"Mr. Gojo, I'll leave it to you."
Suguru Geto: "..."
The style of his painting instantly changed to bright, cheerful and positive. Suguru Geto almost forgot that he was the notorious 'Evil Curse Master'. When he realized it, Suguru Geto felt deeply that the red hair was poisonous.
Suguru Geto had dinner at Yayoi's residence. The rice was cooked by Yayoi. The dinner was his favorite buckwheat noodles. The ingredients were brought back by her when she came back from work. She controlled the heat well and chose the ingredients well. Buckwheat Noodle lover Suguru Geto liked it several times.
After dinner, Suguru Geto left Yayoi's residence in a daze, returned to his own residence in a daze, washed up in a daze, and crawled into bed in a daze.
The quiet night was filled with the continuous chirping of night insects, and the moonlight quietly filtered into the Japanese tatami.
Suguru Geto's mind was full of Yayoi's optimistic attitude towards life, living a good life and actively paying off debts. He tossed and turned in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep. He cursed in his heart that this red hair was poisonous. He opened the quilt and got up, took out his mobile phone and transferred the account to Satoru Gojo and then got it on his head. pillow, and fell asleep with satisfaction.
Satoru Gojo who received a transfer from an unknown source in the middle of the night:? ? ?
The most powerful magician who regarded money as dirt lowered his head and took a look. His extraordinary memory reminded him that the amount of money was exactly the same as the amount he gave to Yayoi to deal with the mess that night. He knew it without thinking too much. Where does this money come from.
Good guy.
Satoru Gojo raised his eyebrows.
Although he was not short of money, the other party actually paid back the money honestly.
There are all kinds of weird things these days.
He wanted to bring people over more and more.
After sliding his finger on the screen twice, Satoru Gojo saw another unknown message, which was sent around dusk.
Satoru Gojo clicked on the message page and found that this message was sent by Suguru Geto.
——Your wife is awesome.
Satoru Gojo:? ? ?
Satoru Gojo deeply felt that Suguru Geto's brain had been pinched by the toilet lid, otherwise why would he stay up late at night and say such dirty things to him.
Where did he get his wife?
The author has something to say:
Satoru Gojo: If I really have a wife, I will break his legs right away.
Gojo Maomao: It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a wife. What’s important is that I do. When I become a human being again, I’ll beat him right away.
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution between 2022-05-30 18:02:00~2022-06-01 23:31:04~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Crystal 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of ETC automatic bar; 15 bottles of egg yolk shrimp; 10 bottles of Feimengsha; 10 bottles of Feimengsha; 6 bottles of Go to bed and get up early; Drizzle, Mid-Moon Flower, Boiled Bamboo, White Cloud 5 bottles of puffs; 3 bottles of Hanxinyue; 1 bottle of Ning, Beiguo Luyao, 666789, Fengyuyiyi;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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