Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

After all, Sakurai doesn't think he can find someone easier to bully than Yotsuya Miko.

So honest!!!

You're being too honest. Boss, can't you even say a few words of comfort to me?

Although I am not as big as Hua, I am still a very cute girl, okay? ? ?

He stared at Sakurai with eyes wide open in disbelief, but he really couldn't make out what was going on. Now that things had come to this, there was no turning back.

Knowing that Sakurai would not care about her almost negligible girlish heart, Yotsuya Miko lowered her head dejectedly.

I always feel like something is broken.

A hand pressed against the soft spot on her chest, and Yotsuya Miko felt like crying but had no tears.

Well, Yotsuya Miko also knows that if you rely on external forces for some things, there will always be accidents. Sometimes, if you want something, you can only fight for it yourself.

And, deep down, I also want to know if there is any way to harm bad things.

The methods used to deal with dirty things on the Internet are useless. If you really want to deal with bad things, this may be the only means and opportunity.

This might be...

This is my only chance.

I finally mustered up the courage to deliver it to the boss and ran into his bowl myself.

Isn't that what it's for?

After what happened in the past few days, Yotsuya Miko actually understands this better than anyone else.

If this continues, she will really be driven crazy by all the bad things that are said.

In just a few days her life had changed dramatically.

If it weren't for Hua, she would probably have become a weirdo among her peers.

She is running out of options and time.

She is still bargaining with Sakurai, just because...

I'm still holding on to some hope, thinking what if there is a better way, what if there is a safer way.

What if there was some way I could not see it?

But this idea has been forcibly taken away by his ruthless boss in the most direct way.

Now that things have come to this, there is no turning back.

It has to be done.

I no longer want to experience that feeling of facing disappointment but being powerless to do anything about it.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, you can do it.

Yotsuya Miko encouraged herself in her heart and clenched the utility knife tightly.

Well, it's a simple matter of mustering up your courage, closing your eyes and swinging the knife.

No problem, no problem.

Holding the utility knife in both hands, Yotsuya Miko slowly raised the knife and stabbed it downwards with force.

Along with the sound of breaking air came the little boy's shrill cry.

The broken piece of utility knife pierced through the little boy's head as easily as inserting a piece of tofu.

With a ruthless heart, Yotsuya Kenko pulled out a utility knife and stabbed again.

Once, twice, three times, until he sat on the ground exhausted, the little boy who was caught by Sakurai as a test subject completely turned into a ball of black gas and disappeared from this world, leaving only tiny specks of black gas that were constantly wriggling and struggling.

"I... succeeded."

She raised her head and looked at Sakurai's indifferent eyes with lifeless eyes. After the adrenaline burst, Yotsuya Miko now didn't even have the strength to raise her hands.

The heart was beating violently.

It's scary, but...

So cool.

The despair, helplessness, pain and sadness that had been suppressed during this period seemed to be vented out in an instant.

"Thank you, boss."

Yotsuya Miko, who changed the word "boss" to "boss", shouted out loudly.

The word "loyalty" is written in her eyes now.

This time, it was a heartfelt thank you. Yotsuya Miko was extremely grateful to Sakurai for giving her this opportunity.

This was a golden opportunity for her to vent the stress and helplessness she had felt during this period.

She knew clearly that although Sakurai did not take full responsibility for her safety, Sakurai's presence here had already given her a great sense of security.

In fact, Sakurai's honest statement that he may not be able to protect himself is more powerful than that of a boy showing off...

More convincing.

This is probably called modesty.

"Well done."

"This is a gift for a successful interview."

I reached down with my right hand, um...

I felt it correctly, but did the remains really appear?

And it's candy.

This seems to be the first time I have seen food relics, damn...

This is a high-end product that I have never gotten before.

What should I do? I really want to steal it.

But...

If I remember correctly, food relics are super rare relics that can heal the mental trauma caused by the supernatural.

It should be more useful to this guy than satisfying my curiosity.

As an assistant, I have unexpectedly good luck.

That's me. If it were someone else, not only would you not be able to keep the food remains, but you would also be killed.

[The inner world] is not a charity.

He stared at Yotsuya Miko, and after gurgling his throat several times, he convinced himself to look away.

It was with great difficulty that Sakurai gave up the idea of ​​stealing this rare relic, and pretended not to care and threw the bag of candy into Yotsuya Miko's arms.

"If you're too scared to take one, your words should come in handy."

“This is a rare and good thing.”

"In the future, if the ghosts you kill drop relics, they will belong to you. The minimum amount of your monthly salary is one relic."

"That's it for now."

Having said this, Sakurai ignored Yotsuya Miko who seemed to be dazed and took out the bright silver dagger from her shoulder bag.

He walked past Yotsuya Miko and headed towards the darkness behind.

27. A happy family of three

"Have you seen my child?"

“Where are my children?”

The black-haired woman who was squatting and sobbing raised her head and asked Sakurai.

Her skin was gray, her eyes had no whites, and two lines of dried tears of blood extended all the way down her cheeks. Her dark eyes stared straight at Sakurai. Her sparse and messy hair was covered with a mixture of mud and blood, and her tattered red skirt was covered with traces of mud.

The scarred face was broken into pieces, as if it was glued to the face with glue.

The wounded girl stared at Sakurai hopefully, as if she was grasping at the last straw, hoping to get his answer.

All the while, she squatted here and asked the same question to everyone who passed by.

She hopes to find her missing child, the one who ran away in anger because she didn’t give him candy and then died in a car accident.

The one that tore her happy family apart...

her child.

That lovely child who made her lose everything and finally committed suicide in despair.

her child.

Looking at the woman with a strong sadness in her tone, Sakurai squatted down to her level.

"Yes, I killed him. You saw it with your own eyes, didn't you?"

"It's as if you've already died once, your son..."

"Dead again."

Looking at the woman whose facial features were somewhat similar to the boy who had just hidden behind the tree, Sakurai recounted the ending of her child.

"I broke his limbs and my assistant finished him off himself."

"He completely disappeared from this world, and the last trace of him became a gift for me, a little assistant who fears the supernatural, to succeed in my job interview."

"Is that clear enough?"

"Do you want me to repeat something so clear and obvious?"

Sakurai lowered her head slightly, staring straight at the mother-like spirit, raised one hand and pointed it at her heart, then threw the dagger in her hand.

The dagger pierced through the rotten flesh and reached the woman's heart.