After my partner 5t5 talked about cross talk, I became popular

Chapter 21 021

"Eh? What's going on here?" The shopkeeper was surprised after seeing it, "Is it magic?"

Lin Ye sniffed it carefully, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then shook his head: "There is no smell of spells at all."

Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement, and then asked the merchant: "How does this kitty usually communicate with you? And how does it pay?"

The shopkeeper thought for a while and replied: "Generally, kittens will come with a letter, which will say 'I want XXX and XXX paint, thank you'. As for the payment method, it has always been kept in the account, and then every month The bank will send the money automatically, that’s it.”

"Oh?" Gojo Wutiao found a clue, "Can you tell us the bank account number?"

"This...isn't very good." The shopkeeper hesitated.

"Boss, I'm not kidding you, we are rising stars in the art world," Gojo Satoru took out his phone and called up their homepages, "Look, we have almost [-] fans!"

The boss took a closer look, looked the two of them up and down, and said in disbelief: "What do you two do, why haven't I heard of it?"

Gojo Satoru is full of confidence: "We are talking about Mancai!"

boss:?

Gojo Satoru looked at Lin Ye: "Quick, perform one, Master!"

Lin Ye, who was suddenly cueed, seemed to be thrown on stage for a talent show at a family gathering during the Chinese New Year. After a moment of awkwardness, he slowly said: "Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken..."

Gojo Satoru licked his lips: "S...ha..."

The boss snorted softly, not because he was laughed at by some joke, but because he thought it was a bit wrong for these two people to work so hard to prove their identities.

It's still the problem of the two of them walking together.

Boss: "Then why are you asking about this person's bank account?"

Gojo Satoru propped one hand on the counter, and said in as sincere a tone as possible, "We want to accumulate more materials. I think this person is very interesting."

Seeing that the boss was loose, Lin Ye also hurriedly struck while the iron was hot: "We will definitely write your small shop into the joke later, and talk about it on the live TV when we go to the K1 Grand Prix!"

The boss just smiled: "Okay, you two wait, I will find it for you."

"Okay~" Gojo Satoru was full of enthusiasm, "Thank you~"

Ten minutes later, Gojo Gojo, who received a copy of the mysterious man's bank account slip, walked happily on the road as if holding a trophy.

Gojo Satoru poked Lin Ye with his elbow: "Xiao Ling, do you feel that our cooperation is getting better and better!"

"We've known each other for so long, isn't it strange that we don't have a tacit understanding?" Lin Ye got goosebumps all over his body, "And don't call me the zeroth strongest, or Xiao Ling, because the homophonic stem will have to deduct money."

Gojo Satoru scratched his head: "Then what should I call you? I feel that being called Lin Ye or Master is very strange. Do you have any nicknames, Kobayashi? Forget it, let me come up with it myself...or I will call you Forest Boy? Well, it’s not bad. Hey, why don’t you call you Wild Boy! Isn’t it very masculine and kind! Still playful!”

Lin Ye: "...the homophonic stalk will deduct the money."

"Oh, that's great, I think my ability to give nicknames is also the strongest~"

Lin Ye shook his head, forcing himself to stay on top of things at all times beside Gojo Satoru, and finally remembered that his manager might be locked in a small black room crying, and quickly asked: "By the way, how do I check if I have a bank account? Do you have a bank account?" Anyone you know?"

"Of course, I have a very reliable adult as support, well, he used to be the mainstay in Tokyo's financial circle!" Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone, dialed the number directly, and the other party answered in seconds.

"Hello? Nana Ming~"

Somewhere in Kyoto, an isolated hilltop villa.

Osamu Dazai regained consciousness and felt his head swell.

He only remembered that he was still driving the car last second, and then a figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road ahead, and he had to step on the brakes.Then he seemed to be dazzled by something, and he fell into a coma for an instant, and he still feels nauseated.

Is this kidnapped?Osamu Dazai snorted and opened his eyes, wanting to see who has such great ability.

however.

The mattress is very soft, and the pillows can feel the finest goose feathers, without even a hard stem.Looking around, the furniture is all in classical style, but not old at all. Through the clean large French windows, you can vaguely see a luxurious swimming pool outside.

Osamu Dazai: "Am I kidnapped by an angel and brought to heaven?"

However, the only weird thing about this "paradise" is that the walls of the room are covered with oil paintings, and the subject of the paintings is a woman.

the same woman.

Osamu Dazai got out of bed and looked carefully at the beauties in the large and small paintings. Different costumes and hairstyles couldn't hide her demure and elegant temperament, and she always wore a gentle smile.

Osamu Dazai's thinking has already formed the inertia of honey, and he naturally thought that if he could die in love with such a woman...

Well, forget it.As an excellent agent, he has no such worldly desires for the time being.

"What are you staring at?"

A cold voice came from behind, startling Dazai Osamu.

Following the sound, he saw a pale-faced young man with green hair staring at him.

"Ahem, no... nothing."

Osamu Dazai's mind was running fast. It seemed that the other party didn't look very old, but he didn't make a sound when he walked over just now. In addition, this man looked strange, and he dared to walk into his room alone. If he didn't make sure, he kidnapped himself .

Wouldn't it be bloody to be able to kidnap one's own person?

Dazai was able to bend and stretch, and Osamu Dazai lay down immediately.

"Oh, my head really hurts," Osamu Dazai rolled all over the floor, "Am I already dead, is this hell? I can't be reconciled, my friend and I drove the car and chatted, and came to Kyoto on a business trip happily , I was robbed suddenly, I still have 230 ways to commit suicide that I haven't tried, and I haven't died with my lover yet, how can I..."

Before the words fell, Osamu Dazai only felt his head being clamped by two iron claws.

The green-haired boy put his hands on Dazai Osamu's two temples respectively, closed his eyes and felt for a moment: "No problem, it's strange."

Then he raised his hand, and a three-color cat with a small wooden box appeared in front of him. He took out a needle-like thing from it, and inspected it for a while.

"Let's take some blood for a test."

Then it was about to stab Dazai Osamu's arm.

Osamu Dazai stood up with a stride, "No need, I'll be fine!"

Then it jumped three times to prove it.

The green-haired boy put the needle back into the kitten with a little disappointment: "That's fine."

Osamu Dazai was full of doubts when he thought of the boy's ice-like hands just now, but seeing that his face did not look like a villain, he simply asked directly: "You kidnapped me?"

"Yes."

The admission was very straightforward.

"who are you?"

"Yushiro."

"I haven't heard of it, do we have a grudge? Are you a newcomer to the port organization? Why did you kidnap me?"

"None." Yushiro pointed to the face in the painting on the wall, and blushed instantly, "Because you know her, Miss Zhushi."

Osamu Dazai was so dazed, he looked at the oil painting on the wall for a long time, and shook his head: "Did you admit it wrong, I really don't know who she is."

Then Yushiro took out a photo from the sleeve pocket of the kimono, "Look."

In that photo, he was 14 years old, taking a group photo with a little girl with neat short hair.

Osamu Dazai suddenly realized: "This, this, this? Isn't this Mori Ogai's ... what?"