Go to hell together [Comprehensive]

"Ha! King Yan Mo really prefers Ghost Lantern Lord, four days of paid vacation! Everything is on me!"

The silver-haired girl puffed her cheeks, and the snapdragon ballpoint pen in her hand kept poking at the notepad, which recorded what the ghost lamp told her to do before going to Australia.

Turning her head to the side and looking at the pink Santu River that can be described as an undercurrent, the girl took a few deep breaths and then shifted her gaze to the old lady in front of her...ah no, it was Duoyipo.

When the other party saw her eyes, he would never use kindness to describe it. Recalling that King Yan Mo cried and handed over this matter to her, he could already imagine such an ending, so this matter was handed over to Ghost Lantern. It's best for you to do it!

Paid holidays are really nice, Mr. Ghost Lantern must have bribed King Yan Mo with a gift, otherwise why would he have been granted a holiday.

"Duoyi Po, regarding the rent increase... I really need to wait until Lord Ghost Lantern comes back to discuss it with you!"

After successfully returning this matter to Ghost Lamp, the girl seemed a little happy, and poked the snapdragon on the ballpoint pen several times.

"Master Nara, King Yan Mo has something to do with you."

The kid who came was Tanggua, who had just become a jailer. There were a pair of small horns on the little guy's head. Sometimes when Nara saw him, he would reach out and rub his fluffy hair. But seeing this little guy today, her expression was a little bit not good.

"Tsk! That fat man really likes Ghost Lantern the most."

"That Nara-sama...you seemed to be [tsk] just now, and it doesn't seem too good to say that King Yan Mo is a fat man. The most important thing is that this has nothing to do with King Yan Mo's liking for Master Ghost Lamp."

Tang Gua weakly spit out what he was thinking, mainly because the other party's words were too many.

"Who said the dead fat man I'm talking about is King Yan Mo?"

"..."

sorry!Boo!

This time, the good old King Yan Mo has a very important task to be handed over to Nara. Since he couldn't bear to hand over the heavy work to Lord Ghost Lantern every day, and there are indeed too many things recently, he decided to start from A group of talents were introduced into the present world, and it fell to Nara as the candidate to bring the talents to hell.

"Introducing talents? That's not bad."

Nara was quite happy after listening to her boss's thoughts. After receiving the so-called talent information from the other party, her face turned dark instantly after seeing what was recorded on it.

"It's clearly a Shaking S! We already have a Shaking S like Ghost Lantern Lord here. If there is another Shaking S, my lord, you are sure you can handle it with such a big body?"

"1551! Beep!"

Nara flicked the survey form in his hand, ignoring the crying appearance of his immediate superior, and carefully read the information on it again.

He ruthlessly threw the survey form on the boss's head and roared: "He is the cadre of the port Mafia! Have you forgotten that when a group of dead suddenly flooded into hell in the Dragon Head War, we were so busy that we almost flew up Is it?"

"Well~ well~ Nara-chan, don't be so angry."

King Yan Mo took off the survey form thrown on his face, and still had a good-natured smile on his face, and his fat face could even be described as naive.

After smoothing the wrinkled survey form and pushing it back, the smile on his face became more and more obvious, "After the introduction of talents, you and Mr. Guideng won't be so busy, right?"

"..."

Ah……

Sows wear bras, one set after another.

Summer evenings always come late, and the afterglow of the setting sun has not completely disappeared on this land. On some deserted streets, only the shadows of houses stretched by the setting sun can be seen. Nara was airborne directly from hell at this time Arrived in this world.

Airborne broke her leg, and it turns out that she did break her leg. Nara, who was lying on the corner of the street, looked blankly at the darkening sky. After coming out of the gate of hell, she lay here in this form, without Someone told her exactly why it happened like this.

Taking out the photo of the mission target from his pocket, Nara looked at it carefully again.

It was a teenager who looked like he was just in his teens. He was at the junction of teenagers and youths. Under his fluffy black hair was a bandaged right eye.

Ah, no, it should be said that this guy was covered in bandages all over his body, and he even wore a black windbreaker.

For some reason, when Nara saw this guy's photo, Nara's first reaction was that this guy was dressed like Pinru.

"Da da da!"

There was a sound of rhythmic footsteps coming from the depths of the alley, and Nara subconsciously looked over...

Osamu Dazai came back from hanging himself, and on the way back, he met a disheveled... girl lying on the ground?

But he is not a charity, and he will not save the next person meaninglessly. It can be said that he strode across the girl with a broken leg without a single pause.

"Mission target... locked!"

"!"

Osamu Dazai, who has officially become a cadre, felt for a moment that he was being targeted by a malicious force, which was the maliciousness of a hunter towards his prey.

Well ~

Turning around again, the girl who was paralyzed and broke her leg had disappeared, leaving only the ashes of something burning on the ground.

ash?

Was it just a hallucination?