Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

Saya Takagi broke the bank card in her hand with all her strength until it could not be put back together again, and then threw it over the railing.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes fiercely, and swore silently in her heart that she would stop crying.

51. It’s time to settle accounts with the profiteer who betrayed me!!!

"Hey, Sakurai-san, you're here."

"You came just in time. I just found what you were looking for."

The bartender who was wiping the wine glass looked at Sakurai who pushed open the door and came in. He quickly brought out a cup of warm milk from under the table and placed it in front of him. His eyes lit up and he asked him to sit down quickly.

"Sometimes I wonder if you can pull out anything from under this table."

He sat down opposite the bartender and took the milk and put it to his mouth.

The temperature of the milk was 40 degrees, and every time he drank milk from the unscrupulous merchant, it was this temperature.

Not a bit more, not a bit less.

This guy always complains that this is an izakaya, how could there be milk, and then he casually takes out a cup of milk at just the right temperature from under the table.

"Oh, this is a trade secret. I just rely on this skill to make a living."

"Brother, please keep a secret for us."

After thinking for a while, he took out another glass of milk from the table and the bartender smiled and put it into his mouth.

"is it?"

"Then it's not easy for you either."

"I will not pursue this further for now."

He let out a sigh of relief and unknowingly drank a glass of milk.

"Oh, that's right, Sakurai-san, you don't know, it's really not easy for me..."

He brought out a glass of milk from under the table and handed it to Sakurai. Taking advantage of his words, the bartender, as if he had finally gotten the chance, began to complain.

A string of pitiful repetitive words came out of his mouth, more smoothly and naturally than dumping garbage into a trash can.

"So, this is why you sold my information right away?"

Amid the bartender's trash talk, Sakurai drank a glass of warm milk (just 330 ml, not more, not less) and looked at the empty bottom of the glass before suddenly speaking.

It was neither a rhetorical question nor a question; Sakurai stated this with an expressionless face.

From the moment he saw Takagi Saya, he was certain that this guy was definitely the one who betrayed him.

Apart from obtaining information from this profiteer, it would be impossible for Saya Takagi's father to determine his whereabouts in just one night.

because--

This guy was the one who encrypted Sakurai's information.

There is nothing easier in the world than stealing from an employer.

"oops..."

"Mr. Sakurai, you are wrongly accusing me."

"It's true that I'm a businessman, but I will never betray you."

"For a big customer like you, I can't lick you all the time."

"I don't know which bastard actually destroyed the indestructible friendship between you and me."

The bartender looked indignant and indignant. If Sakurai didn't know that this guy was a bastard who would only do what he wanted, he would have no doubt that he would bite off a piece of flesh from the person who spread the rumor in the next second.

"Since you've said that, give me the information of the person who investigated me, and I'll believe you."

"Don't worry, I won't let you lose money. As soon as I get the information, I will go to cut down a few supernatural sites, and all the relics dropped will be given to you."

"I think that a [honest-based] [businessman] who never sells [fake news] will not let me down."

Showing the perfect smile he had learned from Kirisu Mafuyu, Sakurai tapped the empty cup and smiled as he made this suggestion to reconcile them.

If his eyes weren't so cold that they seemed to freeze people to death.

The indignant bartender finally stopped being angry under Sakurai's gaze. Looking at the stiff face of the young man in front of him, he sat down with a wry smile and fished out another glass of milk from under the table and placed it in front of Sakurai.

"Oh, there's no need to go to this extent, Mr. Sakurai."

"Calm down, calm down. We know you are upset about someone investigating your intelligence. Let's do this..."

"Although it's a misunderstanding, since you are already dissatisfied with me, I have to do something to mend the rift between us."

"No matter what, we have to take charge today to help you calm down."

"We have always adhered to the business principle of paying for goods and delivering them at the same time, and never cheating anyone."

"But rules are made to be broken."

"For the sake of our iron-clad relationship, I believe it is possible that I can make an exception for our friendship, which is higher than the mountain of immortality."

"You've made a fortune this time."

The bartender showed a painful expression, as if he was bleeding heavily, and patted his chest with a sad face to make the promise.

"As long as you want to know something, even when our hot-tempered sister's menstrual period is, we can find a way to find it for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bartender looked like he had sunbathed at the equator. His whole body turned several shades darker, and his mean face became several times rounder.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, smoothed his afro, and finally behaved himself after changing his race from Kudo Shinichi to Hattori Heiji.

"I was just joking, but if you have any questions, I will answer them."

"Please have another glass of milk first. I'll be away for a while."

He, who has always been based on style and elegance, held his waist and said this with a sad face, then leaned over and got into the closet.

When he came out again, he was back in that overly pretentious suit, and his fat face had returned to normal.

"Brother Sakurai, you really have a good appetite. Come, there will be enough milk for today."

Staring at the four cups on the table that looked cleaner than if they had been washed, the bartender gave a thumbs up and pushed another glass of milk over.

I was afraid that Sakurai wouldn’t drink enough and would get angry again.

"Then I asked?"

After taking a sip of milk, Sakurai stared at the bartender whose expression was completely frozen.

"I suddenly remembered something today. Although there is only one picture, the person in the picture..."

“It’s definitely my past self.”

"I have never really cared about who I was in the past, but this time is an exception."

Sakurai's pronunciation is very clear, and even the grammar and romanization are specially used in a narrative way that will never distort the meaning.

He was afraid that if he didn't explain clearly, the unscrupulous businessman in front of him would seize the loophole in his words and fool him.

He trusted him more than the bartender himself. This guy, the guy who had been arranging every aspect of his life since the moment he woke up, the guy who couldn't be killed even after a whole day of hacking at him when they first met, definitely knew everything.

Normally he wouldn't care, after all, this body itself was resisting the past, but who made him remember it?

The one who was ecstatic because he [survived] represented his past [family].

52. The unscrupulous businessman who regretted his actions

Sakurai went over the memories in his mind again and spoke.

"When I was a child, I seemed to have eaten a very special kind of meat."

"Do you know what that is?"

"You tell me everything you know, even your sister's menstrual period..."

"Mr. Businessman?"

The bartender's business smile faded as Sakurai spoke...

Completely frozen.

"If I regret it now, Sakurai-san, can you just treat me as if I was drunk and said something nonsense by accident?"

"Or, Mr. Sakurai, could you please consider it? For example, for the sake of our friendship, let's change the question or something."

The bartender with a frozen smile finally smiled, and his smile was uglier than crying.

Sakurai believed that even if his entire family was wiped out, this guy who would not do anything without profit would not be able to show such an ugly expression.

This guy must be regretting it so much now.

Just like what Sakurai thought, if possible, the bartender wanted to go back to one day ago and beat up the person who was obsessed with the benefits.

It would be best if the person is beaten to the point where he can’t even speak and can’t get out of bed for a month.

What is this?

Didn’t they say that there are no mountains or valleys to be found in Sakurai-san’s mental world?

This is really fatal. How could Hiroki (the protagonist of pet·Mind Overwrite) be so unreliable?

Didn't I promise him with all my heart, and all I had to do was write a military order?

What is the situation now?

Sakurai did not answer and let the bartender curse endlessly in his mind. He looked at him quietly, completely treating this guy's funny expression at the moment as a milk appetizer and drank milk happily.

"Brother Sakurai, you are really making things difficult for me."

The bartender, who cursed Guangshu's ancestors in his heart, raised his hand dejectedly. If you didn't know, you would think that his mother had accidentally died.

Wait, he really is at Sanzu River, so it’s okay.

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Anyway...