Immersive Script Experience Master

On the fringe of the city, there is a street full of bars. During the day, it is so quiet that one would think that this place has long been deserted. At night, this street is truly alive.

There are all kinds of lively shops on both sides of the road, and there are also weird street stalls on the street.

Different from the city, here is a street that cannot speak clearly.

There is nothing wrong with the street itself, it is the people who come and go that have problems.

A man wearing a black windbreaker can see dangerous items pinned to his waist when he walks around; a bare-chested man with big flower tattoos stands on the side of the street and laughs wildly; there are also beauties of all colors, regardless of gender, personality None of them are easy to mess with.

There are all kinds of people who come to this street.

"What are they doing here?"

Kamiya Mingichi looked thoughtfully at a man who was pinching a shriveled finger with a spell on it.

"They're here for business."

Walking beside Kamiya Mingichi was a very ordinary man with a kind smile on his face, he couldn't be found in the crowd.

The kind who call themselves Mingjun and whose name is Ming Akira.

There are so many slots, I don't know where to start.

In order not to let himself feel the clutter of being mixed into an ancient studio, Shen Gu called the man Uncle Ming.

I will follow this person to come here, starting from three days ago.

That day, he was going to go shopping around to see if he could find all the raw materials for milk tea. Some of them could be bought locally, and the rest had to be imported from abroad.

He went to many places, but failed to find a suitable supplier.

On the way back, there is a shortcut that takes you through winding alleys and passing an abandoned school on the way.

Usually, he would just walk away. Coincidentally, that day, he took an extra look at the school.

Then I saw Uncle Ming running out of the school with a frightened expression on his face. Halfway through, he was dragged back by something whoosh.

Although I couldn't see what it was, I only noticed that Uncle Ming's face swelled up when he was squeezed, and it was estimated to be quite large.

Shen Guming guessed it should be a curse spirit, logically speaking he couldn't solve it, but he was so reckless that day, he chased after him without thinking.

After estimating the physique of that thing, Mingichi Kamiya felt that the problem was not serious.

In fact, the problem is quite big, and I don't know where his self-confidence comes from.

He couldn't see the curse spirit, but Uncle Ming could. He barely survived in the hands of the curse spirit by relying on Uncle Ming's command.

When Uncle Ming wanted him to give up and run away first, Shen Guming "saw" the eyes of the curse spirit.

Yes, it stands to reason that non-magic masters can't see the curse spirit, and the previous experience has also confirmed this, and at that moment, he really felt that he "saw" it.

What happened after that was so miraculous that even he himself didn't understand what happened.

The cursed spirit screamed.

After that, it disappeared, and the slippery and disgusting feeling in this school no longer existed.

When Uncle Ming stumbled after him, everything was over.

Later, Uncle Ming told him that he thought he had picked up a wild magician and was very happy, but at the moment, Uncle Ming just asked him if he needed anything. He saved his life, and he could do anything for Shen Guming arrive.

That's right, it's this familiar sentence pattern.

As soon as Shen Guming came out, he had the illusion that this was also a good way to get rich.

Shaking off superfluous thoughts, he said, "I need to ship something from overseas."

With Wujo Satoru as a precedent, he was looking forward to it, thinking that this "big man" would help him to board a freighter for foreign goods.

Before Shen Guming could say what his goods were, the other party seemed to have understood.

Uncle Ming frowned and said, "Overseas...it's really difficult."

Shen Guming felt guilty, thinking that he had made a difficult request, and murmured and repeated: "Is it really difficult?"

Unexpectedly, Uncle Ming smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Actually, it's okay, I will do everything I said, and I will definitely not break my promise, but I can't give you a letter yet, and I will be sure in two days." , I'll go find you again."

Then the two left their contact information and left separately.

After several days, there was no news from Uncle Ming, just when Shen Guming thought it was over, Uncle Ming approached him with a happy smile and said he would take him somewhere.

After coming here, I found that this place is really ordinary.

For an over-the-top country with a rich nightlife, in every way, it's nothing special.

Knowing that this is a place for business, Kamiya Mingichi felt more at ease.

It turned out that Uncle Ming really went to work for him. Some time ago, he thought he was being deceived.

Since it is a place to do business, there is no need to be too vigilant.

Thinking of this, he directly ignored the bright and dark sights from the moment he came in.

Uncle Ming led him straight into an underground bar, which was opened in a relatively more secluded place.

There are a few scattered people in the bar, separated by a long distance from each other.

Uncle Ming took him to the edge of the bar, and greeted the bartender skillfully: "How is it? Nothing happened recently."

"The 'ghost' is in chaos, and the wind has been getting tight recently, so you should come back quickly, if the 'home' sees it, you will be finished."

Due to the unspeakable particularity of this place, the people here tacitly use various "jargon" to replace the original name.

"Ghost" refers to the conjurer, and "jia" refers to the imperial family.

Uncle Ming has heard such warnings a long time ago, and he also knows that there has been a big incident over there recently. He, including the people he knows, are too marginal to find out exactly what happened, but he was planning to hide it for a while. time.

If those guys really found him, it would be a big trouble.

Uncle Ming scratched his hair wearily, "Okay, I get it." He didn't want to talk about these things anymore, and instead introduced the person he brought to the bartender.

"The kid I met outside has a good talent and saved my life. Please help me watch him, and I will go out for a while."

"Go, as long as he is in my shop, nothing will happen."

Uncle Ming told Shen Guming again not to wander around, seeing that he obediently agreed, he left first.

Probably because it was someone brought by Uncle Ming, the bartender's voice to Kamiya Naruichi was more friendly than ordinary people.

"What do you need?" The bartender raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Sorry, this store does not sell alcohol to minors, only orange juice and strawberry milk, which one do you want?"

"Other stores sell alcohol to minors?"

The bartender glanced at him again, and said blankly, "Yes, but I advise you not to go. If I come back tomorrow and see your dead body, I won't be able to explain it."

The subconscious meaning in the words made the corner of Shen Guming's mouth twitch.

"Is there a Coke?"

The bartender paused for a moment while wiping the glass, and suddenly looked at Mingichi Kamiya squarely, "Boy, the taste is good."

"thanks?"

At this time, a beautiful woman in a black professional attire walked into the bar and sat not far from Kamiya Naruichi.

"Bourbon."

Exquisite sunglasses cover the eyes, long silver hair, and a curvy figure attract the attention of everyone in the dark.

Ming Guming only noticed the sunglasses, and whenever he saw the sunglasses, he would think of Gojo Satoru.

The woman looked at Kamiya Mingichi with great interest, and after a while, he got the envious eyes of all the men in the bar.

As for Kamiya Mingichi, since he entered this street, there have been many people who have looked at him overtly and secretly, and this meeting is just one more person.

He got the woman's attention.

Newcomers who appear in such places certainly deserve more attention.

The woman moved a few seats to the side, and sat next to Shen Guming.

A head of silver hair was scattered on the table, "Brother, are you alone?"

Kamiya Ming stared at the cup without saying a word.

This move made the woman laugh, "Shall I teach you how to drink better?"

Just as he was about to move his hand, he raised his hand and drank the contents of the cup, turned his head to look at the woman who was leaning over, and said very flatly, "Sister, I'm underage."

Then he pushed the cup forward, "Mr. Bartender, please add another Coke, thank you."

The smile on the woman's lips froze.

The atmosphere was once extremely awkward.

Soon, the woman returned to normal, brushed her hair briskly, and said, "Oh, what a pity, I never attack minors."

When Toru Amuro arrived at the agreed place, what he saw was Belmode sitting intimately with a man.

He stood at the door of the bar, thinking about something, and suddenly showed a dangerous smile.

"Bermod, the time is up."

A gentle and helpless voice appeared behind him.

Belmode raised his hand to look at his watch, "Time flies so fast."

"Bermode." Amuro Toru looked at her helplessly.

He turned to the man with his back turned to him, and said in a natural tone: "This is also a partner of the organization? Will Belmode introduce you?"

"This..." Belmode said amusedly, "It's a secret."

Amuro Toru's eyes turned cold, but his expression didn't change at all: "Is he going with us? I don't want to perform missions with people who don't know the details."

"It's just the two of us tonight, come on, Bourbon. Don't talk so much, let's go."

Belmode walked very smartly, and Toru Amuro, who followed behind, looked back at the man pretending to be casual before stepping out of the bar.

The other party leaned lazily against the edge of the bar.

Imprinting this figure deeply in his mind, he turned and left.

It took a long time for Uncle Ming to go, Shengu Mingyi almost finished the bartender brother's Coke before Uncle Ming came back, and brought someone with him when he came back.

The man unceremoniously pulled away the chair beside Shen Gu Mingyi, his hair was disheveled: "Tell me, what do you buy? Let's talk first, if it's too dangerous, don't do it."

Uncle Ming consciously walked away and chatted with the bartender.

"Dangerous mean?"

The other party turned his head in surprise: "You don't know?"

Kamiya Mingichi asked innocently: "What should I know?"

Finding that Shen Guming was not joking, this person was really shocked: "Tsk, Ming didn't explain it to you, so he brought you here!"

"Okay, have you seen that man over there?" The boss who came to ask for a deal with Shen Guming had decadence written all over his body, and he casually pointed to the corner.

Sitting there was a man in a black suit with an elite face who could cosplay The Matrix when he went out.

"See, ex-mafia, defected from a pretty big organization."

Hiss, Mafia!

"And that one over there." The boss pointed him to a man sitting by the door, with half-length hair and wearing a plain bathrobe. If you don't want to become a Curse Master, you can only stay here."

Hiss, conjurer!

"Oh, by the way, and that," the boss pointed at a young girl this time, "the superhuman who escaped from a certain research center is said to be infinitely close to the alpha level."

Hiss, supernatural being!

The boss paused his fingers, and stared at Mingichi Kamiya with no expression on his face.

Kamiya Ming thought about what he meant, and forced a shy expression.

The boss took a deep breath and pressed his forehead with a headache, "Okay, stop acting, now do you understand where this is?"

"......Understood?"

"This is the waste snack collection center, but it's also their paradise."

The boss said bluntly

"This is a safe haven for people who are desperate, and a paradise for people who are not tolerated by the world. They complete transactions here to maintain a normal social life. Everything can be bought here, and everything can be traded."

The boss's words gradually became aggressive.

"Then why did you come here? What do you want from Trading Street?"

In a way, it's an extremely exclusive place.

People on the outside can't comprehend these discarded, often-used crap, and they don't need to be understood.

Kamiya Naruichi...Accidentally came to an incredible place.

He took a deep breath, and under the boss's sneering gaze, he suddenly leaned over and said as softly as possible: "Actually..."

"I just want to ask, can you help me transport some raw materials for milk tea from abroad. I have searched all over Japan, but I can't find all the materials I want."

The more the boss listened, the more empty his eyes became. Holding hope, he tentatively asked, "Where is the lingo for milk tea?"

Kamiya Mingichi replied embarrassedly: "No, it's the kind of milk tea with milk and tea, and there will be some taro balls in it... Uh, it's coconut fruit or something, a kind of drink."

boss:"......"

Doubt life.