After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

The physically and mentally exhausted real person rested for one night, and continued to contribute to the creation of a new identity under the guidance of the system the next day.

When I pulled Heizi's hair, I started directly. Now there are two cards left, but because he can already be seen at this moment, he is lying in the warehouse grid in a somewhat useless manner.

The system does the final task explanation.

[Take Belmode's handbag and put the things in it. ]

[The main system has screened out the most suitable identity for you, and the new identity will take effect at [-] o'clock tonight to log in. You will use your current face when logging in. Before that, you can get a disguise | mask to change your appearance. There is an opportunity to replace it for you. ]

Masato, who stayed in bed until noon, was keeping the agreement with Aya Tsuji to apply a facial mask. Hearing this, he opened his mouth, "There are still thirteen hours?"

[Don't be too nervous, it's not a big problem if you don't finish it. ]

The system pretended to be indifferent and relaxed, and explained unhurriedly: [The only thing you have to avoid is Wutiao Wu. We will try our best to divert the host and the original character's action trajectory. As long as you don't go to social news, encounter The probability of it is very small. ]

In the end, an ugly and cute emoji popped up on the translucent screen in front of the real person, and an electronic sound that just raised the volume and had no emotional ups and downs sounded in my ears.

[This is considered a play-off, please do your best! ]

"……it is good."

The real person tore off the mask and threw it into the trash can, raised his hand and patted his smoother and more delicate cheeks to cheer up, "Let's go!"

The round symbols representing eyes on the screen suddenly squished into lines.

[Do not pat, massage in circular motions to help absorption. ]

"……Oh."

His hands froze in the air for two seconds, and he didn't know what to do.

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Kabukicho Street.

The time soon came to nine o'clock in the evening.

The real person came out of the dressing room, and the senior who was sitting on the bench in the lounge and playing with his mobile phone raised his head, looked up and down critically, and then ordered perfunctorily: "Okay, that's it, newcomers have no experience and no customers, Go out and stand on the street to solicit customers today."

"..."

[I never thought that I would sell my body|body one day. ]

Makoto finally changed his character's starting outfit, but he wasn't happy at all.

[Be sober, this is just for the convenience of approaching the mission target. ]

The system brought up the business license without any disturbance: [I have investigated in advance, this store is very formal, there will be no behavior of coercing the staff, you can rest assured. ]

Senior's words are not without humiliation, their store is not big, resources are limited, and colleagues are in a competitive relationship, not to mention that the other party is quite good-looking, and the sense of crisis is naturally awakened.

Seeing that the new junior did not answer for a long time, he snorted coldly and said, "Don't be convinced, this is the arrangement of the store manager, and he is also to help you accumulate popularity."

The store manager himself also took a fancy to the other party's face, so he passed the interview so easily, and agreed to the inexplicable and even paid request for a one-day trial.

Employees who are not sure whether they will serve for a long time will naturally squeeze out the value of use to the maximum with zero investment. It is the best choice to put it outside as a signboard.

He saw that the new recruits had playful eyes, unwilling to be ashamed, painful, hesitant and struggling...

In the end, he pursed his lower lip and nodded with difficulty as if resigned to his fate.

"Yes, I understand."

When speaking, his voice was still trembling, full of uneasiness about the unknown, as if he was a boy from a good family who was betrayed.

If it weren't for the way he pointed out at the beginning, I almost thought that the other party was not voluntary but forced to help!

The senior slandered the weirdo, and left after being named by a guest.

After the senior left, the real person immediately went to the floor-to-ceiling mirror to observe his new skin first.

Pointed-toed leather shoes, tight pants, and a flowered shirt with a wide open neckline revealing part of the chest skin. Jewelry necklaces are worn around the ears and neck, and the hair is untied and loose.

The real person turned sideways and changed the angle, but he still couldn't appreciate it: "Can Belmod see it like this?"

Since the appearance is no different from ordinary humans at this moment, the movement is not as convenient as before.So he followed the system prompts of the script in his hand, went to the place where the task object would be there in advance to step on the spot, and created a reasonable explanation for his appearance here.

After all, it is not good for the task object to come from a well-known criminal group. According to the system script, he can easily obtain props.

The system glanced at the monitoring outside, [Go out, people are coming. ]

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A bright red sports car slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

The driver's window was rolled down halfway, revealing the face of a blond woman wearing sunglasses. She lit a cigarette, didn't smoke, but rested her hand on the side of the car window imaginatively, and looked across the street through the smoke.

The pure black lens showed the building she was spying on, a three-story building with cordoned off and entrances and exits guarded by police officers on duty.

Last night, a bomb exploded at a bar in Kabukicho, Tokyo, killing more than a dozen people.Since the source of the explosion was near the deck where there were no explosives at all, it was very likely that someone made explosives, which caused the police to attach great importance to the investigation.

Although this explosion was not the work of the organization, the owner of the bar who was also killed was an informant of the organization. His back was not clean, and he still had information that might lead to something terrible.

Usually, there is a special person responsible for such work as cleaning up the aftermath, but this time, she can only make a trip in person because of the confidentiality of the organization.

Belmode, a core member of the black-clothed organization nicknamed "The Witch with Thousand Faces", has strong professional skills, and immediately formulated an infiltration plan on the spot.

Her inexplicable gaze fell on the Cowboy's shop next door to the bar, where the poster of the store's top brand was hung. The distance between the two buildings was less than two meters.

Pulling his long hair behind his ears, Belmode stubbed out the cigarette that was almost finished, opened the car door, and walked straight to the long-haired man who looked a little cramped at the entrance of the Cowherd's shop and looked like a newcomer.

After approaching, he put his arm directly, exhaled behind his ear, and asked with a teasing smile.

"How much do you pay per night?"

"We are a serious shop, Miss, don't do this..."

A blush instantly appeared on the face of the long-haired man, and he tried to pull out his arm buried in the softness.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on his face.

In disbelief, he covered the place where the lipstick was stained, and stared blankly at Belmode: "..."

"What are you afraid of?" Belmode approached and asked ambiguously, and then the tone of inquiry in the interrogative sentence has become an order.

"Come up with me for a drink then."

The real person who was skillfully brought into the house by the woman to open the private room, met the seniors on the way, got jealous eyes, and the real person who lost the highlight in his eyes said in a daze: [I'm not clean anymore. ]

system:[……]

After entering the room, Belmode ordered drinks worth a million yen without a real salesperson.

The real person stared at the dark red wine pushed in front of him, took a deep breath and reached out to pick it up, [There must be ingredients in it, right? ]

The system zoomed in on the current time on the screen and urged him to drink quickly.

[It's just a sleeping pill, it won't do anything to you. ]

The real person gritted his teeth and took a sip under the interested gaze of the woman opposite. Considering that the effect of the medicine took a while to develop, he tried his best to play the role of a cowherd to find a topic to chat with, and quickly drank half a glass.

Gradually pretending to be overwhelmed with alcohol and unconsciousness, and then fell down when the director's system yelled Ka, and his forehead hit the coffee table firmly.

The real person closed his eyes and pretended to be dizzy, and heard that Belmode waited for a few minutes before getting up after he was "unconscious".

As if preparing some kind of weapon, there was a clear and crisp contact sound.

Then there was the sound of changing clothes. Belmode was wearing a low-cut dress and high heels, and it was really inconvenient to move. Suddenly, the real person who pricked up his ears to pay attention to the movement heard a click, and the door was locked from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, the woman walked towards him and moved him to lie flat on the sofa in another position.

Before the real person was moved for a second, his chest suddenly felt cold, and his clothes were unbuttoned.

"Fuck, fuck!"

"What is she going to do to me?!"