Death god, my Zanpakuto is a bit trendy

"Although it's not my first time here..."

“But there are so many ‘nightclubs’ to choose from, it’s really a magical experience.”

It was just dark at this time, but the shops in Yoshiwara District were already filled with a lively atmosphere from the inside out.

"Um......"

Haruto casually glanced at the situation on both sides of the street.

There are more people entering the store and fewer people leaving the store - even for the "hourly room" with tight pockets, or even the "quick-drying room" with even thinner pockets, this is the peak moment of the fierce battle... even if it is finished Old guys will also try to spend as much time as possible in the store, otherwise they will be laughed at if they go out too early.

"It seems that it is unrealistic to find a normal hotel in Yoshiwara."

"I can only spend more money..."

Night shift requires overtime pay, not to mention a job that requires waiters to work overtime for half or even the entire night.

Fortunately, he only needed to sleep here for one night, so the extra expenses were still affordable.

"If it happens just right, it's not like I can't free my hands a little."

Haruto subconsciously rubbed his smooth chin, controlled the muscles on his face, and did not show an expression inappropriate for his age.

"I have been a student of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy for a long time, and I have almost forgotten my previous 'profession'... It's great to be young."

"..."

"No, no."

Haruto patted his cheek hard.

"Now is not the time to think about these things. A career as a god of death that can easily last hundreds of years is not a stable life."

"How can you be affected by these external forces——"

Just as Haruto was about to expel the unnecessary thoughts from his mind, he heard a sticky voice coming from not far away from the street:

"Brother over there!"

It sounds very soft, but the penetration is very strong... The women who speak are definitely talented in high notes at critical moments.

"Would you like to come to our store and try it?"

“Young new customers can get discounts~”

"......Discount?"

Haruto was definitely not blinded by things other than money.

"If it's 'new' enough, it's not impossible to send red envelopes from your wallet~"

"..."

This is not just a tradition in Yoshihara District, but basically all flower street shops have similar customs.

But after all, unless you are a native of Yoshiwara, the men and women who know this place must have long passed the stage of needing to give red envelopes - yes, men and women... Although Haruto does not exist around here I’ve seen it, but the Cowherd shop in Yoshiwara Ward is equally famous.

"Then I have to give it a try."

Haruto walked neatly towards the store that greeted him just now.

————

"Snapped."

Haruto sat down on the tatami mat with a hemp straw bottom.

"What a huge butt."

Then he moved his butt uncomfortably.

"Although it looks magnificent from the outside, this is District 45 after all...it's impossible to do so well in terms of software facilities."

In a place like Flower Street, the most important hardware is naturally the quality of the girls, and the rest are dispensable software parts——

In Haruto's view, this idea must have been outdated for a long time, but in the fringes of Soul Society, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, such ideas actually account for the majority.

"fine."

Haruto patted the bundle he placed in the corner.

"I'm not used to hotel bedding. It's a hassle, but it's still good to have a bedroll with you."

Haruto looked helplessly at the empty room.

Not to mention tea, there is not even a table in the room which is less than three square feet - after all, it is just a temporary place to receive guests. Before the scale of consumption has been determined, there is no way to complain too much; when I came in just now, Qing Qing People have taken a look at this store, which is considered to be relatively large in size on the entire street.

Fortunately, this store did not keep Haruto waiting.

"Bang bang bang."

Accompanied by orderly knocking on the door - the sliding door of the store is covered with layers of rough paper. The so-called knocking basically refers to knocking on the floor or door frame - after the "Please come in", all the sights at the door All occupied by huge figures:

A burly man with a ferocious tattoo on his arm, who looked more like a thug than a waiter, appeared outside the sliding door.

"..."

Haruto spent half a second observing the other party:

Ordinary people.

Although he looks scary, he doesn't feel any spiritual pressure from the opponent. At most, he just relies on his size to bully ordinary people who are also in trouble.

As far as Haruto knows.

Yoshiwara District is a well-known Rukongai in the Soul Society, and its security is quite good near the East 40th District. The flower street stores here do not need to train special male thugs. There will be specialized gang members responsible for patrolling and patrolling the streets. law and order.

Most of the strong men like this are gang members who were left in the store to pay their debts because they couldn't pay.

"This little brother."

The man wore an expression that was completely inconsistent with his figure, rubbed his hands and smiled in a flattering voice.

"I'm very sorry to keep you waiting. There are a lot of guests tonight."

"I don't know..."

Although the other party's tone was courteous, his rather sharp eyes looked Haruto up and down unceremoniously.

"What services do you need?"

"What do you have at home?"

Haruto has already seen the hospitality software in Yoshiwara City, so naturally there is no need to expect services such as "menus" that allow you to understand the set meal at a glance; as a "diner", the twists and turns are enough to make many people do it. A lifetime of knowledge.

"The hook has three strands, four strings and five, and the mouth has seven bases, eight courts and nine."

"...?"

The man's jingle made Haruto unable to react for a moment.

It took him at least two seconds to recover, and then he figured out the meaning of the first half - hooking wire, plain stockings, and plucking strings. To be able to describe the service items in such a fresh and refined manner, the owner of Huajie seemed to be a cultural person.

That’s the price…

"coin?"

Haruto asked tentatively.

"Long Yang."

"..."

No wonder there are gang members who can't afford to work here. The price is really not cheap at all: the so-called "Long Yang" is actually a silver dollar. In the economic system of Soul Society, its value is second only to "Golden Penalty". ".

Don't look at Haruto's ramen at Ohmae Kagura, which is just a gold medal. It is near the noble area within Seireitei, and there are also intelligence-related expenses; this is only the forty-fifth area, and it is already expensive enough to need Use Longyang to pay...

Haruto remembered that the price near the 50th district seemed to be less than ten copper coins (coins).

The internet celebrity economy is really a trap.

“What’s the price for an all-nighter?”

Haruto's question made the male look at him twice more.

"...Xiao Shi."

Obviously, this was part of the package, but the man just didn't think Haruto could afford it.

"That's it."

It was indeed expensive, but Haruto was looking for a place to sleep, and he would have to stay up for more than an hour before being kicked out for all-night services.

and......

Although Haruto had brought a bedding, the environment in this room was really bad, mainly because the sound insulation effect was poor, which affected the quality of sleep.

"Okay! Brother, please come over here!"

The attitude of men immediately changed 180 degrees.

"really."

Haruto was not surprised.

Naturally, people with different price points will be treated differently. Even if they don’t pay attention to software, they must at least use the environment to separate customers into different grades.

Haruto stood up.

"I come......"

He picked up his luggage casually and refused the man's suggestion to help carry the luggage:

"I can do it by myself, and you can lead the way."

"...that's what I taught you."

If someone can make someone listen to Bawang's music on the hook, his hands and feet will definitely not be clean. Of course, Haruto will not let such a guy help.

"Crunch."

"Crunch."

Wooden stairs leading to the second floor.

Every step you take makes an overwhelming sound.

Different from the brightly lit first-floor corridor, this area only has very sparse dim lights. You can barely see the shadows of the people in front of you, but it is only particularly spacious at the corner - although it is easy to cause murder and the like. It’s hard to think of it, but anyone with experience knows that this is actually an area used to provide a few special gameplays.

Go up to the top of the stairs.

As the light-blocking blue-purple door curtain was opened by the man leading the way, some dazzling light instantly came into view.

as well as......

Too confusing scene:

The paper sliding door that separates the room is thin and transparent, and you can easily see the candlelight reflected on the wall.

The entangled shadow.

Opposite these single rooms is an extremely spacious "playground", and it is the kind that has no intention of closing the door - the guests in this large room obviously play quite openly, and do not care at all about being watched. kind.

Haruto, who was following the man, glanced inwardly.

"..."

Bai Huahua's foundation is "smeared" all over her body, with very distinctive beanie eyebrows, and even her teeth are deliberately blackened——

Haruto really can't appreciate such elegant flower street art.

On the contrary, it was the figure in the middle of the room who was playing with the half-dressed oirans and dressed in deathly tyrannical clothes that made Haruto even more curious:

grim Reaper.

The Tsukiyo head matches the burly body, and the Zanpakutō that never left his body even if he was shirtless.

In addition, the chief officer's nameplate was thrown casually on the ground along with the black hunting clothes.

"The eighth seat of the 11th Division."

Haruto's eyes were very sharp, and he immediately saw the identity of the high-ranking chief of the opponent's combat team.

"I thought only the 10th Division would have the chance to visit here..."

Haruto took the opportunity to glance at the colleagues of the eleventh division commander who were sitting behind the long tables around the room.

With a red face and an immature appearance——