Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

The pale-faced ghost stared at her for a few seconds, then rolled his bloodshot eyeballs, and made a hoarse sound like a heavy object rubbing against the ground: "You...can you see me?"

"Don't say that, buddy," Taketori Che spread out his hands, "I was also a guy who crawled back from hell, tell me, what's your name? Why don't you want to leave this world?"

There are ghosts in this world.

Taketori understood this at an early age.

It's just that when she realized this, she couldn't have any fear of these illusory undead.

During the most painful days in her memory, she had witnessed "things" more terrifying than ghosts.

But as she grew older and performed more and more tasks, fewer and fewer ghosts dared to harass her, a yin and yang eye.

The ghost in front of her seemed to be no exception. If she hadn't brought Billy's cell phone and the message that he was dying, this ghost probably wouldn't have appeared.

"I..." the ghost sighed, "My name is Shunzaburo Ito, and I was one of the undercover agents sent by the Japanese police to the port mafia during my lifetime."

Taketori said "Oh", "So you were exposed as an undercover agent and were secretly executed by Hong Kong gangsters?"

Shunzaburo Ito, who was shot in the forehead, thought for a few seconds, maybe because he was shot in the head before his death, his memory lost part, "No... no! I was betrayed by my own people! "

"Oh." Taketori Che laughed, "Tell me, anyway, I still have time tonight, I can listen to your story before deciding whether to accept your employment."

"...employment?"

"Nonsense, I'm a part-time mercenary! It's impossible to get me to do it without spending a penny!" The girl narrowed her eyes and smiled like a little fox who saw a freshly baked chicken. A vault? Or a bank card password or something?"

Ito: ...

"No, it's all left to... the family."

Taketori Che's smile disappeared immediately, turned around and left.

"Wait!" The ghost was taken aback by her decisive departure, and quickly reached out to grab the girl's wrist, "Billy is rich... ah!"

The ghost's hand touched the human girl's skin, but it retracted abruptly as if it had been burned.

Ito looked helplessly at his instantly scorched fingers, and a few small sparks appeared on them, as if he saw the invisible flame lingering around the girl.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you," Taketori Che stopped, the smile on his face faded, and he just said helplessly, "It's best not to touch me for non-human creatures...it will burn you."

"I'm sorry, I was rude." Shunsaburo Ito quickly bowed and apologized. It was obvious that he must have been a young man with a good character and education before his death.

Taketori Che curled his lips and was very helpless, "I've changed my mind, isn't Billy rich? I'll let him pay for the employment. Now, tell your story."

Shunzaburo Ito is the youngest child in the family.

The parents are loving, there is an older brother and older sister, everyone dotes on this child very much.Although it is not a wealthy family, it is better than happiness.

It is a pity that Ito suffered from a strange disease when he was six years old, and suffered sequelae. Since then, he has been weak for more than ten years, and he gradually began to recover until puberty.

But at that time, he was weak due to years of serious illness, and was often bullied by some bad students on campus.

"Billy protected me."

Speaking of this name, this resentful ghost still showed a warm smile.

"At that time we were classmates in high school. Because his grandfather was a foreign soldier stationed in the country during the war, he had a quarter of foreign blood, and he was always excluded."

But Billy was different, Shunsaburo Ito remembered very clearly, that person was sunny and healthy, confident and optimistic.

Over time, they became best friends.

Billy taught him fitness, and he gave him extra lessons.After three years of high school, the two became very good buddies.

And Shunzaburo Ito's physical fitness gradually returned to normal. In the end, he was even admitted to the Public Security University and became the pride of his family and friends.

As for Billy, because his family was poor and he had two younger brothers who were waiting to go to school, he himself voluntarily gave up the opportunity to go to college and went to work as a sailor on an ocean-going merchant ship to make money—that way he would earn more.

In this way, a public security newcomer and an ocean-going sailor still kept in touch online, and they only met twice in those four years.

Junzaburo Ito graduated successfully. After graduation, he got an undercover mission, which he completed successfully.As it turns out, he has some decent talent for this.

So later his superiors sent him to the Port Mafia.

Here, he has an exclusive upline, a guy codenamed "Dragonfly" who also broke into the port mafia's undercover public security.

Ito infiltrated Ganghei familiarly, and it took four months to connect with "Dragonfly".

then……

"I just forgot!" Ito Junzaburo held his head in pain, illusory blood gushed out from the wound, staining his hideous face, "I forgot who he was! I forgot why I was killed !But the only thing I remember is...it was 'Dragonfly' who killed me! Right here, he shot and hit me in the head...hiss..."

"Calm down." Taketori Che frowned and looked at him, "Calm down, Ito, don't let yourself fall into darkness."

However, the ghost in front of him had bubble-like swellings all over his body, as if a pus-filled monster was about to break through the shackles of the human form.

"Think about Billy, think about your family members." Taketori Che raised his voice a bit, "Don't you want to take revenge! Don't you want to see 'Dragonfly'——die!"

Shunsaburo Ito's bloodshot eyes turned slowly, the kind that rotated 360°, and he roared strangely, "Mom...Billy...Flower sauce...Brother..."

Oops.

It's going to be a ghost.

Once a ghost has completely fallen, it is irreversible.

Taketori Che put his hands on his waist, holding the handle of the eight-cutter sword quietly emerging from under the coat.

But unexpectedly, Ito managed to control the evil thoughts about to go berserk in the end, and barely calmed down. He looked tired and hard, and the light of his spirit body dimmed a lot.

"You...you bring my pen...Although I have forgotten many things, as long as you get close to the enemy...it will be hot." Ito gasped, "Kill the 'Dragonfly', let Billy... Billy give you the money... please, kind lady..."

His figure finally turned into nothingness, but Taketori Che had a feeling that the other party did not completely dissipate, but temporarily returned to the pen.

This is also the real reason why she picked up this pen before and used it as a work souvenir.

"Really." Taketori Che let go of his hands holding the handle of the knife, and let out a long breath, "One or two, do you think I'm a good person? I'm so annoying."

Having said that, she still picked up the pen and mobile phone, turned and left the dangerous building.

A few days later, Billy woke up.

Taketori Che and Takeuchi Chiharu made an appointment to visit this friend together.

Although Billy, who was drinking normal saline, was pale, he still smiled brightly.

In the ward, Taketori Che handed him the pen.The strong man who was originally smiling disappeared in an instant, and looked at her in confusion, "This is...how did you get..."

"I picked it up."

"...I see." Billy held the cold pen, turned his face to the window, and said abruptly after a while, "It seems that he is really dead."

Takeuchi Chiharu who was completely confused at the side: "Eh? What?"

Taketori patted this little fool on the shoulder, "Qianchun, I'll have a few words with Billy alone, can you wait for me outside?"

"Hey, okay." Miss Takeuchi was very generous, got up immediately and went out, and closed the door kindly.

Billy looked at Taketori again when there were only two people left in the room, "Where did you find it?"

The girl noticed that his eye sockets were red for a moment.

But on the surface, she still calmly talked about her experience of getting the pen, and then returned the phone to the other party.

Billy looked at her, pretending to be angry with a stern face: "It's not a good thing to steal a mobile phone."

"So I'll give it back to you."

Billy: ...

After a few seconds, the man finally smiled, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Taketori Che blinked, "Do you want to hear a story? I suddenly feel that this story should be told to you."

"Please tell me, little Huili."

When Taketori Che left the ward, Takeuchi Chiharu outside the room couldn't help asking curiously: "What did you tell him?"

"I asked Billy what's the best facial skin care product for men. Guess what he said?"

Takeuchi really believed it: "What is it?"

"The blood of the enemy! Pour the noodles with blood, the favorite of hunk men." Taketori Che smiled meaningfully, and then patted her on the shoulder, "Okay, don't gossip like that, the day after tomorrow is Christmas Eve, What are you going to do?"

"Hey, we don't have a holiday, we have to finish the New Year's annual meeting the day before the big day..."

The two walked out of the inpatient department of the hospital while chatting.

Standing by the window of the ward, Billy looked at the two figures below, tightly gripped the gold-plated Parker pen in his pocket, and murmured, "Junsaburo, I will find that guy for you!"

…………

……

It is estimated that Billy's gunshot wound was also caused by that "Dragonfly" or his accomplices. There is also a reason why Shunsaburo Ito's revenge was entrusted to Billy, because... there is not much money to make!Who knows if Billy will believe this ghost story, and how much she will be hired for!If Bill uses a meal to send her away, wouldn't the charge be very cheap?

... Don't you think it's more meaningful to ask the other party's good friend before his death to do this kind of thing!

What's more, she is very busy now.

"Come on, Harada! We have to get through the pile of documents in this entire room before this year is completely over!"

Hazo Tsushima stood like a psychopath playing pyramid schemes, shouting slogans while standing on a large pile of documents. The documents carefully handed over by his subordinates piled up into mountains, and were trampled on mercilessly by his precious leather shoes.

"Let me do the math, today is the 23rd, tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and there are less than ten days until the end of the year!" The handsome black-haired bandaged guy counted on his fingers, and finally lay down on the hill of documents. Come on, "Come on~"

Taketori Che looked at a document asking for funds expressionlessly, and casually threw it into the pile of documents that symbolized "unimportant".

"Senior Tsushima."

"Huh? What's the matter, Harada."

"If I get married in the future and unfortunately have a son like you, I will definitely kill myself immediately." Taketori Che laughed at himself coldly.

"Oh! That's an incredible way to die!" Hazo Tsushima got up all of a sudden, his eyes shining like a girl holding her heart, "How wonderful, full of blood and romance!"

Taketori Che: "I see. I can send seniors such an 'iron-blooded romance' right now."

"Hey, it's disgusting. I don't like the kind of stinking macho death." Tsushima announced triumphantly, "I'm after it! It's a refreshing and painless happy death!"

Taketori Che put down the pen in his hand, smiled kindly and looked at the other party, "Come on, senior, come here and come into my arms."

Tsushima was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly pulled out a shy smile: "Why, don't do this, this is a public place, don't do such embarrassing things."

"—You come into my arms, and then I twist your neck, and you can die."

"Really! It's so scary, I almost believe it~" Tsushima smiled and accidentally rolled to the edge of the pile of documents, and fell to the ground with a plop - fortunately, the floor was covered with expensive and thick carpets, so he could You won't have a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"Ouch...it hurts..." He got up from the ground, muttering to himself.

Taketori Che rolled his eyes, picked up a new file and started to read, and at the same time asked casually, "Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere! It will be better if the lovely subordinates kiss and blow it!"

"Sorry, I'm neither your direct subordinate nor cute." Taketori Che said indifferently, "But I can help you with free surgery, and I can cut off wherever it hurts... Is there pain between the legs?"

Tsushima Yozo trembled in fright: "It's not hurting anymore!"

Hmph, idiot.

Taketori, who was thinking this way, did not see that the other party took out a document from somewhere and handed it to her, "Look! I have lifted the suspension penalty for you, and you can come back to work normally tomorrow! Are you happy, Harada?"

Taketori Che: ...

I was still laughing at Takeuchi for having to work overtime at the end of the year, but I didn't expect my suspension vacation to be interrupted by this bastard at the last moment...

She raised her head, showing a ferocious smile unique to social people.

"I'm super happy, Tsushima-senpai."

Tsushima Hazo nodded in relief, as if he was proud of his good deeds, "Since you are happy, so am I."