After drawing Zhongye SSR

The response over there was quick.

No one will let such a great talent like Maki go.

After all, in this society where superpowers are very common, prophecy is no longer a fantasy story.

Although they are very rare, as long as there is one, it will definitely be sought after by thousands of people, even a sooth-sounding prophet like Zhen Ji who can only predict bloody disasters is no exception.

Zhen Ji put down his mobile phone, plugged in his power bank, lowered the brim of his hat, and then went to a drugstore not far away to buy a set of relatively cheap basic cosmetics.

——Of course she wouldn't be so stupid as to go directly to Gin.The Karasuma Group is not a small organization, and Gin is probably a werewolf based on his information.

At this time, Maki felt that the fame brought to her by the previous sports festival was very troublesome. Fortunately, the popularity was temporary. You can only count on makeup, one of the "Four Great Magic in Asia".

When Maki was Ji Zhen, she used to be a white-collar worker who was good at makeup. Not to mention when she was the daughter of Osamu Dazai, she was a little accomplished in cross-dressing. She thought about it and drew a picture of herself that fit her personality Mixed-race makeup—the eye makeup is intentionally thicker, but it is not too exaggerated, and it just stops at the limit that will not connect her with "Maki Dazai".

There is also a Uniqlo next to the subway station.

Maki went to buy a set of OL outfits that are necessary for ordinary white-collar workers to go to work, plus a pair of thick-soled sandals and flat glasses with thin edges-don't talk about gin now, even if she stands in front of Nakaya, she is [-]% sure that the latter will not recognize her Come.

The system teased her and said: [You should really let your guardian see what you look like now. 】

Maki bought a subway ticket to the destination, because the distance is quite long, so it costs a lot of money.

She rolled her eyes and said a little coldly, "That doesn't change that I'm a little girl."

Even with that makeup, she looks more like a little biracial girl—thank God, her hair and eyes are not pure black, which adds a little convincingness to her appearance.

The system pondered for a moment.

【It cannot be said that there is no hope at all,】 it said cautiously, 【He just thinks you are too young. 】

Maki stood on the tram platform, looking boredly at the gate in front of him.

The wind when the tram came lifted her bangs slightly.

[And your age is actually not very young. 】

"So you mean I should tell him the truth?"

The system paused.

【[-] don't know,】 it said, 【What do you want? 】

"If I can get this whole bunch of crap out of the way, I will," Maki said finally.

*****

The place where Maki and Gin agreed was Kabukicho in Tokyo.

Kabukicho, a place that has a strong presence in various film and television works, is simply a modern version of Flower Street, or a legal version of the red light district-in short, there are mixed fish and dragons, and there are all kinds of messy people.

For a little girl like Maki who appeared alone, it didn't take long before someone came to find fault.

Maki raised his head impatiently, and the person in front of him was obviously a low-class bastard - a man with yellow hair, obvious smoke stains on his crooked teeth, wearing a floral shirt that seemed to be packed from Hawaii, with a mouth Also smoking a cheap cigar in nondescript way.

"Little sister," he grinned a greasy smile that he thought was handsome, "do you want to sing a song with me?"

Maki said coldly, "Sorry, I'm tone deaf."

"It's okay, it's okay," the bastard smiled, and was about to come up and pull Maki's arm, "Just come and play—oh!"

He exclaimed, and looked at the girl in front of him in disbelief.

Maki was obviously in a bad mood, with no expression on his face, but there was a cold light shining in his eyes, as if there were knives in them.

Her slender fingers, which seemed to be broken when they were folded, were pinching the gangster's wrist, as if she was holding something dirty, unwilling to let herself touch more, but the strength in it was not at all less, if It's not that I'm not sure that I'm not dazzled, the gangster will think that it's some kind of iron tongs that are pinching him——

Maki didn't let go until the gangster's wrist started to turn blue and purple.

The gangster held his wrist, took a few steps back with horror on his face, and opened and closed his mouth: "Are you a personality?"

Maki smirked.

"I'm from Yokohama," she said.

Yokohama, a person with supernatural powers.

People like Maki who can often come into contact with people with supernatural powers probably don't feel much, but in fact, to non-Yokohama people, people with supernatural powers are no different from urban legends such as "Gap Girl". The gangster suddenly took a breath, and almost fled away.

This incident happened in the corner of Kabukicho, no one seemed to notice, the whole street was still brightly lit as always.

But Maki could clearly feel that the eyes on her before had disappeared a lot.

She pushed down her hat a little more, then followed the system's guidance, and dodged into the alley where the agreed place was.

The main road of Kabukicho is full of colorful light signs, but this kind of place naturally has its own filth. The bar that Maki is going to go to is located in the deepest part of Kabukicho-this place is still in the poem before. On Miss Zi's side, Nitta Hina's father leaked something after he was drunk. It is said that all the people who went to the local underworld and the three religions in Tokyo are not strange.

【Host, now I think what your father said is right, you just always like to take risks - people like you die the fastest in the movies. 】

Maki smirked.

"It's a pity this isn't a movie," she said gently, "otherwise you would die faster than me."

The system shut up.

Maki took a deep breath, and pushed open the clean glass door in front of her——

Then, I was almost deafened by the super-large decibel yelling inside.

She squinted her eyes to let herself get used to the environment, and then looked at the bar.

Miss Shizi's bar is nothing compared to this - this bar is at least ten times the size of LOSTSONG, and the lobby part that Maki can see is about [-] square meters, not to mention the boxes inside and stage.

The welcoming lady at the door had a standard 45-degree smile on her face: "Hi, miss, is there anything I can do for you?"

Maki coughed lightly, and deliberately used some half-baked Japanese with an accent—this was not a difficult thing for her: "I'm here to find someone."

The welcome lady smiled unchanged: "But minors are not allowed to drink alcohol, can you let me see your ID card?"

For a moment, Maki thought he had heard something wrong.

Then, when she saw Miss Yingbin's eyes, she realized that she knew that this place was a gang gathering place purely because someone in the industry broke the news, and this kind of place obviously should have a bright identity, that is, Said, on the surface this place is still a serious bar.

The first rule of serious bars is that they cannot accept minors.

"I do not drink."

"There is Starbucks 300 meters away from here, coffee is also very suitable for a mature lady like you." The welcoming lady said as if coaxing a child.

Maki has a headache.

She scratched the back of her neck, thought for a few seconds, and then said, "Can I see your manager?"

There happened to be a new guest next to him, probably thinking that it would be better to let Maki get what she wanted and get out of here than to talk to Maki here. The welcoming lady motioned to a little brother in a black vest next to her, and called the manager.

The manager’s attire didn’t seem to match the atmosphere of the place at all—he wore elegant gold-rimmed glasses, looked no more than 30 years old, and had an elegant smile on his face: “Is there anything I can do for you? "

Maki glanced at the job posting posted outside the bar: "I saw you're looking for a bartender."

The manager raised his brows and looked at Zhenji a few times: "I don't think you can meet our requirements."

Maki shrugged: "Smart people don't judge each other's ability by first impression."

She raised her eyes. "I'm sure you're not an idiot—otherwise you wouldn't be carrying three guns."

The manager paused.

He touched his chest subconsciously, and his professional smile broke for a moment.

After three seconds.

"follow me."

Maki's bartending skills are not as good as Hitomi Mishima's.

But it is also better than most of the bartenders. If Hitomi Mishima's skills can surpass most of the Ginza bars, then Maki can also rank among the bartenders whose eyes are above the top.

So two 10 minutes later.

When Gin brought vodka and pushed open the bar door, this was what he saw——

Standing behind the bar was a somewhat unfamiliar bartender, who looked like a mixed race, very young, no more than 20 years old.

And the gangsters who usually go to different places and scatter around the bar to discuss business, all gathered next to her.

The mixing glass in her hand shook out dazzling curves, the silver metal jumped rapidly in the air, and the orange liquor drew a beautiful "S" shape in the air.

She stopped.

The people next to him cheered.

Gin heard someone yelling "encore" in Italian - that's a word for improvisation after a concert, strange to use here, but no one can say, this young bartender did it Everything is not an art.

Even the elders who usually only deal with gangsters can see it.

But Maki didn't seem to hear anything, just poured the wine into the goblet with a professional smile.

Gin narrowed his eyes, stepped forward and sat down by the bar.

No gangster in Tokyo does not know this uncle, and the person who ordered the wine just now consciously avoided it, and made a gesture to Maki, indicating that he would order gin for this glass.

Maki nodded at him.

Slender fingers tapped on the transparent wine glass.

The strange brilliance in the bar hit the crystal glass, and the ring of salt sticking to the rim of the glass was like a diamond, shining with colorful light.

She pushed the glass to Gin.

The silver-haired man raised his head and asked in a bad tone, "New here?"

Maki smiled, although there was no smile in her eyes, she was still pretty.

"Goodnight, sir."

"I'm Maria."