Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Due to a certain incident, Machima ran back and forth in Yokohama several times, and she had a good memory, so after Gojo Satoru sent her to Yokohama, he drove to the port of Mafia alone.

Originally, Mafia at the port planned to send someone to pick her up, but she refused. The five office buildings at the port are too conspicuous, and Machima can see it as soon as she arrived in Yokohama.

After parking the car near the port mafia, Machima got out of the car and saw the staff who came to meet him. The man was wearing sunglasses, wearing a black suit, and his hair was combed meticulously, but he looked black. Hand. Party look.

Machima subconsciously compared the sunglasses of Mr. Black Hand Party in front of him with Gojo Satoru's sunglasses, and found that Gojo Satoru's sunglasses were round, while this person was wearing ordinary sunglasses.

Hiss, no wonder it didn't give people the feeling of a blind man playing the erhu on the streets of Chinatown.

It was probably because a conjurer above level two would be sent over every month, so the leader of the port mafia would not be there every time.

And this support member seemed to be very familiar with the road, and it was probably not the first time to do this job.

Carrying the luggage, Machima followed the man to take the elevator upstairs. It must be said that the port mafia is really big, and the rooms on the first floor alone cannot be counted, let alone dozens of floors by five buildings.

The man who responded handed her a card: "This is your room card, please keep it."

Maqima took it, and the five buildings and room numbers of Port Mafia were printed on it, as well as the business cooperation contact number of Port Mafia.

Macchima: "..."

Feeling here can still advertise as a hotel?

Maqima opened the door with the room card, walked in, put down the things, she looked around the whole room, it was clean and tidy, and it was big, probably not inferior to a five-star hotel.

In fact, she has been wondering why the port mafia is responsible for asking the conjurer to clean up the spell spirit. It turns out that the port mafia is a working organization recognized by the government, otherwise it would not be so blatant on the room card. Print contact information.

Doing charity during the day and going out to scare children at night.

Maqima didn't stay in the room for a long time, but went to get the map that marked the "window" report, where the curse spirit or the filth of the curse spirit appeared, and she glanced at the nearest place .

Yokohama Chinatown.

...so why is there a curse spirit in Chinatown?

Mantras generally appear in places where people gather negative emotions, such as cemeteries, hospitals, schools, etc. Chinatown is one of the busiest places in Yokohama, with a large flow of people, but there is no opportunity for negative emotions to arise.

Mazima put the documents into the briefcase, and then took the elevator downstairs to start the task.

Maqima watched the numbers of the floors change from large to small. When she descended to a dozen or so floors, a brown-haired man who was about the same height as her walked in.

The man was wearing a three-piece suit and a very old-fashioned hat on his head. He looked very imposing just standing there quietly.

Although the visual height is only about 1.6 meters, Maqima knows that he must not be an ordinary person.

The brown-haired man glanced at her after entering, and then quickly looked away.

It seems that he is not from the port mafia, no wonder he has to know him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought so.

Both of them got out of the elevator when they got to the first floor, and walked out of the port mafia building together, even walking in the same direction after starting the car.

Macchima: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

It seems that something is wrong...

Two black cars drove into Yokohama Chinatown one after the other. The Chinatown on weekdays is not as crowded as weekends, but there are not many people at first glance. It is difficult for cars to drive in, so Machima stops at the door , and the same is true for the Central Plains on the other side.

Maqima locked the car door, and was about to step out with one foot when she was stopped by Zhongya Zhongyuan.

"Are you the magician who came over this month?"

Machima nodded: "Yes. Is there something wrong?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also touched the back of his neck, and replied: "Ah, nothing."

He thought someone was following him...

Maqima and Zhongyuan Zhongye separated at the gate of China Street. She sensed the place where the magic power existed, and walked step by step along the flow of people to the sparsely populated alley inside.

Sure enough, the curse spirit will not actively appear in front of humans, except when it intends to eat humans.

There are a few low-level curse spirits scattered around Chinatown, and the center is slightly higher-level.

Maqima approached a little, intending to exterminate the one in the center first, the aura of the curse spirit was getting stronger and stronger, but it didn't seem to be a very high-level curse spirit, around the second level by visual inspection.

There is a person inside.

But it only looks like a human being in appearance, and the breath inside is still a curse spirit, like rolling in a sewer, making people feel uncomfortable.

The curse spirit, who looks like a middle-aged man, is wearing a Chinese-style Republic of China costume. He lowers his head so that she can't see his expression clearly. He wears round sunglasses and holds an erhu in his hand.

Macchima: ?

Is it really blind people playing erhu on the streets of Chinatown?

There is one thing to say—she really has the urge to take a picture and send it to Wujo Wu, but unfortunately the camera can't take a picture of the mantra.

The middle-aged curse spirit kept pulling on the erhu with her hands, but she never made a sound. She just wanted to raise her hand to exorcise him, when she was blocked by a group of low-level curse spirits.

Maqima understood, human beings cannot hear the sound of this erhu, only the curse can hear it, so the curse spirit pulled the string just now to summon his companions.

"so expensive……"

"After eating this meal, you must work hard..."

"If it wasn't for my daughter who likes to eat..."

Machima heard people's resentment. It turned out that in such a lively and cheerful place as Chinatown, some people had all kinds of negative emotions, and these negative emotions gradually converged into curses. After all, in Japan, Chinese food itself is very expensive. very.

As if she didn't hear anything, she slowly raised one hand, gathered the spell power to her fingertips, and opened her thin lips lightly: "Bang."

Just one bullet wiped out all the low-level spell spirits standing in front of the second level.

Maqima looked at the unscathed appearance of the human-like second-level spell spirit, and felt that the move just now should not be very effective, then raised her hands to her chest, and slowly rotated her palms together.

"puff--"

Two seconds later, Maqima suddenly realized.

She just seemed to have used the first person who came to this world to dominate as a sacrifice.

-

After finishing the work in Chinatown, it was already around ten o'clock. Machima went shopping in Chinatown. After eleven o'clock, she found a ramen shop with relatively few families, planning to settle for lunch for an afternoon.

Machima found a seat to sit down, where she could see the main chef making ramen. She thought of the Chinese cuisine made by Gojo Satoru last night, and wondered if he could also learn how to ramen.

While waiting for the ramen to be served, Makima received a Line message from Gojo Satoru.

[Wujo Satoru: How about the mission? ]

[Gojo Satoru: Has Machima eaten? ]

[Gojo Satoru: The cat is cute.jpg]

Machima glanced at the animated emoji sent by the other party. It was a white-haired man wearing round sunglasses who was licking his paws. She immediately felt that this cat really looked like Gojo Satoru himself.

Machima thought for a while, tapped her fingers quickly on the phone's keypad, and clicked send.

[Machima: The mission went well, and the location happened to be in Chinatown, and I was already waiting for dinner. ]

[Machima: Where is Mr. Gojo? ]

Maqima suddenly felt that if she asked, she didn't ask, and Gojo Satoru never made a mistake when doing tasks.

Opposite seconds back.

[Gojo Satoru: I don’t have a task today, I didn’t expect it. ]

I really didn't expect it.

She thought that Da Xia, Wujo Satoru, who was the strongest magician, would definitely not be able to relax.

[Gojo Satoru: But don’t forget that I’m still a teacher, and I’m going to the sister school’s exchange meeting in a few days, and I’m giving Youruhito a special training today. ]

Maqima moved her fingers, and saved a set of the first five cat and cat expression packs that Wufa had. With the emoticon packs, she is no longer afraid of embarrassing chats.

[Makima: Cat cheers up.jpg]

[Wujo Satoru: Cats go around in circles.gif]

The chat between Machima and Gojo Satoru was soon terminated because no one replied, but at this time the ramen ordered by Machima was also served.

Maqima ate bite by bite. At some point, she heard familiar footsteps from the door. She didn't look up, but she already knew who it was.

The young man with ochre-colored hair saw Maqima's conspicuous orange-pink braid at a glance, and couldn't help saying: "Oh, we are really destined."

Maqima looked up and nodded again: "Hello."

Zhong Yuan also sat down at a distance from her, ordered a bowl of ramen casually, propped his chin with one hand, and stared at the chef's ramen in the kitchen.

After the meal was over, Maqima and Zhong Yuanzhong also said hello and left, driving to the next mission location.

-

Probably because of working too hard today, Maqima didn't even know when the sky in Yokohama was splashed with ink.

After a day's work, Maqima changed clothes and planned to go out for a walk, and sent a message to Gojo Satoru before going out.

[Marchma: Remember to feed the dog. ]

[Gojo Satoru: ... Oh. ]

The environment around the port mafia is relatively prosperous. Even in Yokohama at night, the flow of vehicles and people is still constant. It might be better to say that night belongs to Yokohama, its real appearance.

Mazima wandered around for a while, and had to say that she was not used to walking without a dog on hand, but she was able to go to some places that she couldn't go with a dog.

Yokohama, Bar Lupin.

The inside of the bar was shrouded in a layer of warm light, it was clear and cold, and there was no one else except the bartender sitting in front of the bar, but it gave her an inexplicably warm feeling.

Machima ordered a glass of draft beer as usual, and looked around the environment of the bar while waiting for the bartender to make the drink.

"Ah, it's you again?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Mazima turned her head to see a young man with brown hair and an old hat standing behind her, his face full of surprise.

Mazima nodded as before: "Good evening, sir."

Zhongyuan Zhong also made a face-to-face meeting: "Oh, good evening."

The young man still sat a seat away from her, and ordered a glass of red wine that sounded expensive.

At this time, Machima's draft beer had already been served, and Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head, and saw the woman with orange pink hair drinking beer quietly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "You order a beer every time you come to the bar?"

Macchima: ?

She likes it.

Then, he called the bartender again: "Have another glass of the same red wine."

Machima wondered.

Nakahara said, "I invite you to try my favorite wine."