Group Pet Career in Yokohama

In the hotel——

Hill was lying on the sofa, and the black box he brought from Enoda had been unsealed, and the contents inside were scattered on the sofa.

Various electronically synthesized sound effects came from the side, and Osamu Dazai was sitting next to him playing a game console.

Sitting at the bar not far away, Chuya Nakahara was looking at something with his mobile phone.

After being bored all the way, Yuke finally came out to watch the wind. At this moment, he turned into a long-lost cat and lay lazily beside Nakahara Nakaya. For some reason, he had a symbolic bandage wrapped around his head, but the little guy didn't like to talk to Dazai Osamu. Hill is more entangled in the Central Plains.

So he pets the cat with one hand and looks at the phone with the other, and puts red wine to his mouth from time to time, enjoying the rare leisure.

Of course, it would be even better if someone in the room disappeared.

"Dazai, this is... a redback spider?" Hill picked up one and put it in the palm of his hand. The little spider was originally inconspicuous, but the red color on the spider's abdomen greatly increased its deterrent power.

It's like clamoring: I'm poisonous, I'm dangerous.

At this time, a small black ball suddenly jumped out, from under Hill's arm to her chest, its long tail gently rubbed against her cheek, and its small claws stretched out to reach those little spiders.

The electronic music of the game suddenly stopped, and stretched out his white hand, pinched a small spider on his fingertips, Osamu Dazai lowered his kite-colored eyes with a faint smile, "Aren't these little guys cute? Do you want to guess? What is it for?"

Hill looked up at him helplessly, this guy was enjoying playing guessing games again, but he still cooperated with the analysis:

"It can't be a scary toy...Well, you like to put bugs on the people around you the most. These little spiders are much smaller than your usual bugs, so they should also have a bugging function...or add a GPS positioning function .”

Speaking of this, Hill couldn't help thinking about it, raised his eyes and said, "If there are radio jammers around, wouldn't it be unusable?"

"That's right." Osamu Dazai rested his right hand on his chin as if thinking, "At the same time, the target will not be able to communicate with the outside world within a certain range. There are advantages and disadvantages. Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will not easily use this to prevent eavesdropping, but trip himself. Make a plan."

"Well, as long as you have the numbers." Hill nodded.

"Hill, would you like to make bubble tea with me?" Nakahara Chuya put down his phone, and there was already a bunch of things in front of him before he knew it.

"Since when did Brother Zhongye learn how to make bubble tea?"

"I learned it before, tried to adjust it, and the taste is not bad."

Hill walked over curiously, looked at the high stool for a while, hesitated, and then looked at the four independent stool legs without beams.

Should she jump on it, or should she jump on it?

The 1.1-meter stool is not very friendly to the 1.4-meter Hill, but it is not a problem for the 1.5-meter-seven but nimble Zhongyuan Zhong.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at Hill and then at the high stool, the corners of his mouth slightly moved, his eyes were smiling, and he got off the stool, ready to hug Hill up.

Osamu Dazai was still slumped on the sofa, distracted from the game, with a long leg that had no place to rest on the back of the chair, and said nonchalantly, "Chuya himself is a dwarf, how can he hug little Hill?" How about getting on a high stool for you? It’s really embarrassing for you.”

This is just talking nonsense.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

Hill looked left and right, blinked, and silently climbed onto the high stool.

Gently tugged on Zhongyuan Zhongye's coat, patted the table, his voice was a little sweeter than rock sugar peach jam in the jar, and looked at him with a smile, "Hey, Dazai will beat you up when you have time, Brother Zhongye, come and teach me. "

A battle to destroy buildings was virtually resolved.

On the second day, Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai did not go out, and contacting the Dragon Nine Club too often would make them wary.

So the two of them went out to play with Hill with peace of mind.

"You only caught this blonde, tell that stupid son about it." Reiko Asakura in the car was full of displeasure.

As the mayor hired a killer and bodyguard, he could do his job well, but he had to deal with the mess made by the mayor's son. Not only did he have to deal with the corpse, but now he also had to kidnap people.

Yesterday, my stupid son was beaten up and howled all night in the hospital. He didn't have time to buy a girl from a human trafficker, so he was locked in the guest room. After being beaten, he secretly took a photo and ordered them to kidnap two girls personal.

One is a blonde pseudo-mother, and the other is a little girl who can't help but feel pity at first glance, probably under the age of 15.In the former, he clamored that life would be worse than death, and in the latter, he was probably just looking for sex, what a disgusting guy.

"That guy probably won't be satisfied...but the other one isn't local, so it's hard to find. Let's look around again. If it doesn't work, let's do it first." Zong Fang drove the car without squinting, one eye covered by a black blindfold.

"Just kill him." Zi Naoyuan smiled while sitting in the co-pilot, looking like a freshman college student, but his words were not so pure and kind, "Boss doesn't have to worry about him every day and worry about him getting into trouble again. Have fun."

Wen Yan Zongfang glanced at him from the rearview mirror, with a hint of warning, but didn't say much.

Lizi glanced at the man who was tied up and passed out, and frowned: "This man is also a professional killer, right? It's too easy to catch."

Zi Naoyuan laughed, "Drinking a cup of medicinal wine, it is said that a person with supernatural powers drank enough drugs, isn't it just pouring a cup..."

The voice gradually fell, and he suddenly stared at the front tightly, "Wait, Mr. Zongfang."

He took out his mobile phone and called up the photos, "Is there another target on the side of the road ahead?"

With milky white hair and pink hair, warm-colored eyes that look like quicksand, delicate and crystal-clear, plus those sweet and delicate facial features, it is believed that the cake has become exquisite.

Tsk, what a pity to let that idiot ruin it.

"Mr. Zongfang..." Lizi hesitated, just catching one can deal with a stupid son, right?

"Lizi, you are a professional killer, the mission is the mission." Zongfang said indifferently.

"……Yes."

"Where's Hill?" Zhong Yuan asked with a sullen face, holding a small parasol.

The sun was relatively high outside, so he asked the two of them to wait here, and he went back to help Hill get the parasol. The two men are not in the way, and the girls still need to be more pampered and refined.

But why did Hill disappear when he came back?

"..." Osamu Dazai frowned, as if thinking of something, he took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Hill said he wanted ice cream, but it took him a while to find one.

Hill was gone when he came back.

Think of Little Hill's exuberant curiosity.

Could it be that this little guy was seduced by some alluring slut?