I work 9 to 5 in Chainsaw Man

The sun is like fire, making people irritated.

Takagi could no longer feel the passage of time. He and Sashaman had been locked in this wooden cage and exposed to the sun for an unknown length of time. At this time, he was sweating profusely, his eyes were blurred, his dry lips were half-opened, and his skin was exposed to the sun. And Hong Hong, leaning next to Sashaman, had already fainted, and Takagi could only hold on with that breath.

After being captured that day, the raiders took them back to the camp, bound them and threw them into wooden cages. Based on his observations over the past two days, they should have been picked by a tribe.

The only way to accurately find their whereabouts in the vast desert and deploy specialized personnel to conduct a sneak attack was the Krem tribe who had planned to ambush them from Amo Village.

There was no clothing on Takagi's upper body. When Sashaman passed out, he had already taken it off and covered Sashaman's body. Takagi's strong muscles were extremely red, and his skin looked wrinkled due to lack of water.

He began to regret, regretting that he agreed to Xu Sheng's separate actions, so that they would not fall into such a situation, and even Xu Sheng would lose the coordinates to leave the desert; regretted that he was so kind and sent Amus home, so that he would not He will die; he regrets sending Amus away and turning back, so that Mazmi will not disappear, and his life or death is uncertain...

Takagi's eyelids began to fight, and the past flashed by like a revolving lantern, as if he had been doing things that he regretted all his life. Whether it was the death of his wife and daughter, or the birth of the current situation, Takagi blamed himself extremely.

He used his last bit of energy to talk to the devil of Karma: "Karma, what price should I pay to let Sashaman escape from here."

"Oh? Are you giving up now?"

"If I can exchange my life for theirs, I would be willing to do so."

"Looking like you're trying to make up for your mistakes, Takagi, I won't make a deal with you. We still have an unsettled account!"

Takagi was agitated and said with a wry smile: "It's true that misfortunes never come singly."

Although there were no obvious changes, Takagi still felt that he was missing something, which was the luck of overdraft in Rogge Town.

Gao Muqiang cheered up. He had already used luck, a mysterious and mysterious thing, to double it once, but as the cause and effect said, his luck would drop to freezing point today.

If in the battle with Vanke, he can achieve a result that is subjectively beneficial to him in terms of probability, but the price is that in the next twenty-four hours, everything will be the opposite, and he will face all the usual problems. Small probability event.

But there is a small loophole in this price. As long as Takagi thinks this matter is reasonable subjectively, it will not happen.

Takagi began to give himself psychological hints. Sashaman and he were definitely dead. He and Sashaman would definitely not be able to leave the tribe. Our bodies were as brittle as paper. The leader of the tribe was a murderous executioner who committed all kinds of evil and so on... …

Then a puddle of bird droppings fell from the sky and landed on Takagi's head.

"Oh, that sucks."

While smiling bitterly, he reinforced the psychological suggestion that he would be showered with bird poop.

While Takagi was still thinking wildly, several armed men stood in front of the wooden cage.

Takagi looked up. Although he was a little confused, he still recognized them at a glance. They were the ones who attacked them that night.

Standing at the front, the man wearing a black mask took the key and opened the wooden cage and said, "Can you still stand up?"

Takagi said: "Is something wrong?"

The masked man stepped forward: "You don't have to die, the leader has summoned you."

Two women wearing the same black masks stepped forward, grabbed Sashaman, and walked into the tribe. The masked man planned to help Gao Mu, but was waved away.

"I can still walk."

Takagi stood up shakily and slowly followed the woman in front of him.

The masked man stood there, looking at Takagi's trembling but firm steps, and was about to say: "Be tough..."

Takagi stepped on a stone, staggered, and fell into the mud.

Masked man: "..."

Seeing that Takagi couldn't stand up, the masked man stepped forward and helped Takagi up.

Takagi, whose face was swollen, spit out a tooth and said, "I can walk on my own."

Man in Mask: The teeth are so soft, but the mouth is so hard.

With the support of the masked man, Takagi's short journey to the leader's location was quite difficult.

First, two poisonous scorpions suddenly appeared under their feet and gave each of them an injection. When injecting serum to detoxify, the needle broke. When taking the needle out, the wound was accidentally enlarged and the blood flow continued.

After the bleeding stopped, the masked man continued to move forward while supporting Takagi with an unswerving expression. He thought unhappily: Today is really evil, and the doctors in the tribe are really bad. The medical equipment are all second-hand, right? This can be broken!

Takagi didn't even say a word. In fact, he kept thinking about all kinds of strange psychological hints in his mind: There must be various creatures coming to bite me! Prick me! Lick me! Haha me!

Then something even stranger happened.

First, several cacti suddenly exploded, and the flying needles pricked the two people all over their bodies. The masked man's clothes and Takagi's pants were burned by the scorching sun, sparks appeared, and a sudden reflection almost hit their eyes. The men who were practicing the gun suddenly exploded. The flying bullets penetrated Takagi's calf and the masked man's arm. The sand under his feet suddenly became hollow, and Takagi's legs sank in...

When the two of them reached the leader's place, the masked man looked like he had been spoiled, pushed Takagi in, and found a corner to lie down.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I want to be quiet."

Takagi limped forward and sat down cross-legged. Seeing that Sashaman was placed on the bed at the back, he grabbed the food on the table and ate it without any care.

Sitting on the main seat, a bearded man with a red dragon tattoo on his shoulders quietly watched Takagi eat and drink. The man's muscles were all tangled, his face was tightly wrinkled, he was not angry and intimidated, and he held two hands in his broad hands. The dice made a crisp collision sound while being rubbed.

People wearing masks lined up on both sides, holding AKs in their hands, staring closely at Takagi who was eating and drinking.

It wasn't until Takagi finished eating that the man in the main seat spoke out: "My name is Hirem, the leader of the Krem tribe."

"I am Shinichi Takagi, the demon hunter of the Sand Kingdom Kberg."

Shirem narrowed his eyes slightly: "If it were before, you would have been dead when I heard that you were from Kberg."

"I can survive until now, thanks to the leader's mercy."

"Humph."

Shirem said: "You are lucky. My friends know you and I can give you a chance to live."

friend?

Takagi raised his head to look at the person behind Hirem and smiled: "I thought you were dead!"