One hour in the life of a superhuman

I don't know if this comes from the instinctive disgust of competitors or what, anyway, it is not an exaggeration to say that Linghuan Xinlong and Yato are disgusted by each other.

The eyes of the two sides exchanged in the air, and there was a flash of light from the confrontation between the wage earners of fate. It was simply the existence of rivals in the industry.

However, Shigeo Kageyama, who was standing in the middle, suddenly clapped his palms, and the conflict that could not be seen with eyes was interrupted at once. It's like practicing some kind of qigong.

Immediately afterwards, because the eyes were too hard, they rubbed their eyes uniformly after a while.

Ling Huan Xinlong complained: "Actor, what are you doing?"

【Ah, my eyes are so tired. Staring at people is also a physical job. Thanks to the tricks, I almost lost. 】

Kageyama Shigeo said, "Ah, I suddenly remembered something."

Hearing this, everyone turned their attention to him, thinking it was a clue about the scribbler, but Kageyama Shigeo said, "Don't you think Yato's voice is very similar to Saiki? "

Everyone froze for a moment, Natsume Takashi was silent for a moment, thought carefully, "It seems so."

"But if you say that," continued Shigeo Kageyama, "actually, Natsume's voice is very similar to the two of them."

Ling Huan Xinlong was taken aback, "I haven't noticed it yet, but if you think about it this way, they really do look alike."

I haven't cared about this myself, but after being reminded by Shigeo Kageyama, it really must be like this, but it's not something to be curious about, like Akashi Seijuro, not only the appearance, but even the voice is very similar to me Similarly, there was a period of time when his fanboys and girls would hide tape recorders in their pockets and trouble me all day long, actually wanting me to speak so they could record them.

I will never let them succeed in such a bad behavior.

Taught them a lesson they will never forget.

"But now is not the time to talk about this?" Natsume Takashi said, "Don't we still have jobs?"

Since Shigeo Kageyama introduced the work of the psychic power office to Natsume Takashi, he was like a workaholic. He was very enthusiastic about these jobs that can be integrated into normal people's society. However, although psychic power offices are blooming everywhere, However, it has not reached the level of general acceptance by the society, so Natsume Takashi's situation in school is only slightly better than before.

But as long as there is a little kindness, it is enough. He is not a greedy guy, so he likes his current job very much.

[If you can help others, that would be great. 】

Well, this is Natsume Takashi.

Hearing Natsume Takashi's words, Linghuan Xinlong remembered that he didn't come to compete with Yato for cleaning work, so he pretended to observe the toilet.

Qi Muguochun and I have been here before. The layout of the toilets in this office building is the same on each floor. Although they are divided into men's and women's toilets, they are not very big. Each toilet has only two cubicles, which looks very crowded.

However, the first-floor office building is not big, so generally speaking, there will be no queues, and it is completely sufficient.

From the outside, there is nothing wrong with it.

Kageyama Shigeo opened the toilet door, Kageyama Shigeo blinked, but Natsume Takashi who was standing next to him took a deep breath in a low voice.

Inside the open toilet cubicle, on the wall, and on the wooden toilet cubicle door, all kinds of pens are used everywhere, with "Go to hell" written in different sizes, all of which are the same The handwriting, however, became more and more messy, and it looked very strange. In the end, it was hard to see what was written, but there seemed to be malice oozing out of the words, which made people very uncomfortable.

It’s okay during the day, but if you go to the bathroom when you’re working overtime, you’ll probably be scared. No wonder there are so many complaints.

Linghuan Xinlong also felt uncomfortable, and asked Kageyama Shigeo in a low voice, "Did you find anything? A trick."

"Master, didn't you notice?" Kageyama Shigeo asked back.

"My ability is too strong, so it's not so easy to detect this kind of small problem!" Ling Huan Xinlong said that he didn't need to write a draft to lie, but at least he knew to restrain himself and didn't speak too loudly.

Kageyama Shigeo shook his head, "I didn't feel the breath of evil spirits, but" he touched the writing on the toilet, "it feels a little strange, and I always feel very twisted."

At this time, Yato interrupted, "This is a demon."

"Generally speaking, everyone will mix monsters together," Yato wiped the handwriting on the door while holding a rag. Logically speaking, oil-based pens are not so easy to wipe, but he cleaned it up easily. "But monsters are not the same as monsters."

"You seem to understand it very well." Ling Huan Xinlong was a little dissatisfied, "Of course I also know the information about monsters and monsters!"

After the fusion of the world, the previous round of Phantom Xinlong did not participate, so the memory was still changed, which is completely different from our boys who can't keep up with the trend. The other party grasped the latest news immediately.

"The most obvious difference is that demons are created based on the evil thoughts of the human heart." There is no long story, and in fact it is unnecessary. The information obtained by Linghuan Xinlong is only a little bit.

Yato didn't deny it.

Ling Huan Xinlong asked: "It seems that you don't understand, why don't you open a spiritual power office yourself? It must make more money than you do in hygiene."

Of course, he himself has no intention of recruiting Yato at all. The salary of an adult must be more than that of Natsume Takashi and Kageyama Shigeo combined, and it may not be as good as the two of them alone.

Hey, what level of exploiting landlord class is this?

Yato was dissatisfied, "Huh? Is this a question of money?"

"Although the money can allow me to build a Yato Shrine, and then carry forward the name of my Yato God, and then find eight witches to carry the sedan chair for me, find someone to spread rose petals, and people call me everywhere."

While talking, Yato was obsessed with the CLL sounds of "Yato Yato, the old god in the sky" and "Yato Yato, super invincible kawaii". In other words, the first half can also be said to be the cry of the gods , Isn't the second half of the sentence an idol?

I deeply doubt that Yato has been to an idol's concert to pick up bottle caps, otherwise he would not have studied the posture of calling CALL, maybe his dream is to become an idol god.

In order to save Takamahara in Ragnarok, I, Yato, am going to become an idol or something, let Ebisu go, at least I won't lose money.

It seems that he and Linghuan Xinlong are not only rivals in the industry, but also the type who rely on bragging and are good at daydreaming.

"But isn't it just a matter of money?" Natsume Takashi carefully told the truth.

When Yato, who was full of vigor, suddenly became like a punctured balloon with only a layer of plastic skin left, Natsume Takashi realized that this should not be said.

"Hug, sorry."

Yato waved his hand and didn't say much.

The atmosphere is a bit awkward, but if the other party is a god, they should have a few brushes. After all, Qi Mu Guochun's manga club has been mercifully accepted. If something goes wrong, it may be difficult to find a boss who is willing to let him lick his shoes. up.

I glanced at the words on the toilet door, and I still intend to intervene, but strictly speaking, although I can see them, I am not as sensitive to them as Shigeo Kageyama, just like if I am facing a monster. , Natsume Takashi can also play a much more role than Kageyama Shigeo, which probably also shows the problem of world integration.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and I asked: "How should I deal with it?"

Yato glanced at me, "The voice is indeed somewhat similar, but you didn't speak with your mouth at all."

"Isn't super power a normal thing?" Xueyin said, "I still..." He paused strangely, "I'm afraid of onmyojis, demon masters, witches and monks."

"Especially in the field, they are famous in the industry for their enthusiasm for plastic surgery for monsters." Xueyin said.

"Don't worry," Yato said. "Generally, if you encounter a soul, a moral person who walks in the spirit world will be sent to hell afterwards."

"But I have no impression at all. Is this the sequelae of the legendary world fusion?"

"What are you talking about?" Xueyin asked.

"Nothing, just thinking about whether to go to hell to see the situation." Yato said.

Ling Huan Xinlong was a little dissatisfied, and interjected: "From the beginning, what are you talking about, as if it is easy for you to go to hell."

"Of course." Yato rubbed his nose unnaturally, "I am the famous God of Yato."

Ling Huan Xinlong curled his lips, "The famous Ye Fighting God, where is your temple?"

Yato jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "There will be!"

The two of them were still bickering, Xueyin shook her head and shrugged.

Compared with Yato, Xueyin is obviously much more reliable.

Natsume Takashi stepped forward and asked him.

Xueyin was very vigilant at first, but after knowing that we were from a spiritual power agency, she didn't act like an ordinary person, "It's better for ordinary people not to know about this kind of thing."

"Generally speaking, this kind of demon," Xueyin said, "will attach itself to guys who are often bullied but can't resist. If it explodes, it will cause big problems."

In this case, it is not difficult to find. Compared with the messy ones such as demon power, spiritual power and magic power, you just need to find the darkest person.

However, bullying in the workplace is a common occurrence, just like school violence in school.

On almost every floor, there are those who are asked to do things that are not easy to refuse, that is, the kind of honest people at the bottom who cannot refuse others.

But I quickly locked one from inside, Ichiro Nakamura, the one we saw in the elevator earlier.

However, it was still a step too late.

Obviously it wasn't my fault, but after my colleagues pushed all the faults to me, they didn't distinguish between indiscriminate, and only needed someone to take the blame. The boss scolded Nakamura Ichiro, and the other party's pair of lifeless dead fish eyes were full They were all death intentions, but at the same time, black energy was continuously pouring out of him, but no one noticed it.

The black air kept gathering upwards, and at some point, the entire sky outside darkened, with dark clouds billowing, and a storm was about to come. In the thick black, it looked like a black dragon rolling.

No, this is a real dragon.

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