Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

Please ask the boss to solve the problem at home.

After asking herself this question, Yotsuya Miko hesitated.

What if after I get rid of it, I will never see my father again?

Although he doesn't look like his father, Yotsuya Miko knows clearly...

That's dad.

A year ago, after a quarrel with her, my father passed away. Now, although it is my father's spirit, I can still see him, right?

With these eyes that can see, if...

"No, it's nothing."

Shaking her head, Yotsuya Miko gave up what she was about to say.

That's fine.

As long as I pretended not to see it, I could see my father every day, the father who died in an accident a year ago.

Yotsuya Miko told herself this.

Then there will be room for pudding.

After looking at Sakurai who still had no expression on his face, he naturally took the cleaning tools in the bathroom.

"Boss, didn't you say that my job includes cleaning? So I came here a little earlier today. I thought I would clean a part of it first, and then go to school together."

Yotsuya Miko answered him with a forced smile.

Then he started cleaning very quickly.

"is it?"

"Let's just take it as it is."

After taking a deep look at Yotsuya Miko, Sakurai assumed that he took it seriously.

The assistant is free to do what she wants, as the boss he...

There is no reason to interfere in the other party's private affairs.

But the tone of her words just now, this...

It seems that the ghost in Yotsuya Miko's house is someone the assistant knows?

There are indeed similar situations, and it would be difficult to interfere in this case.

Leaning on the sofa, Sakurai closed his eyes, then suddenly spoke.

"Assistant, you are my employee."

"If one day the rosary breaks, eat all the candies and wheat ears in one go without saying anything, and then leave the rest to me."

"I will be there in the shortest possible time."

His mind was full of thoughts, but on the surface, Sakurai remained calm and focused with his eyes closed.

Because Yotsuya Miko woke him up early, it was still a long time before school started.

You can rest for a while.

His body shook unconsciously and Yotsuya Miko lowered his eyes.

Silent.

......

......

"Oh, Sakurai-san said he wasn't interested, but he still came over and solved it?"

On the other side of the phone, the bartender teased Sakurai with a smile.

"Don't make any mistake, I'm just hunting. My assistant's luck is unexpectedly good. The strange stories she's interested in should be delicious."

Flipping through the messages on his phone, Sakurai dropped this sentence with an expressionless face.

He doesn't think of himself as a nosy nice guy, he just does what he wants to do.

Do things within your ability that make you feel happy.

"Really? Is this Sakurai-san's unique tsundere attribute?"

"What a troublesome guy. It's not cute at all for a boy to be tsundere."

"Mom... since that's what you said, let's just take it as it is."

After the joke, the bartender got down to business.

This kind of thing happened in the area under his jurisdiction, and it would be bad if he accidentally attracted the attention of the people from the History Compilation Bureau.

He had finally found some peace and quiet, and if trouble came knocking on his door, even he would feel unhappy.

Oops...

It's really great that Sakurai-san is willing to help.

After all, he is the undisputed ace.

Brother Sakurai, who has always been only concerned with his own hunting, is actually willing to meddle in other people's business. His little assistant is also very interesting.

After [that person] was annihilated, something good finally happened.

After drinking a glass of milk from an old friend's cow, the bartender seemed to understand why Sakurai couldn't live without milk.

It tastes really good.

61. Raiders & Sleeping Beauty in the Forest of Literature

"Hey, let me ask you, Sakurai-san, is there a way to summon the bus to the world of the dead?"

"You probably don't have any dead people you want to see at all costs."

"Even if it's a fragment that I've remembered, I don't think Sakurai-san has any intention of meeting them."

The bartender veiled the topic and took another sip of milk.

"If the triggering conditions are not met, there is no way to summon the bus."

The bartender asked Sakurai what he thought with a smile.

"This is your business. It's your job as the district manager to deal with the violators who spread the information of the outer world on a large scale."

"Find someone who might be able to summon that bus in the shortest possible time, and then I'll do the rest."

"Isn't this how we have always cooperated?"

Sakurai kept swiping his phone, leaning against the bus waiting area with a shoulder bag in one hand, narrowing his eyes slightly and whispering back to the profiteer on the other end of the phone.

"That's true, Sakurai-san, you've always been this kind of person. If it weren't for you, there would probably be a big mess in the area I'm in charge of."

"Thanks to you, after that person's [annihilation], my area is unexpectedly safe."

"You may not know that [staff] in other areas have suffered heavy casualties."

"You always say you don't like to meddle in other people's business, but every time I ask you to do something, you still go and solve it."

"Mr. [Psychic Spot Raider], who cleared all the supernatural spots in this area within a month."

The bartender smiled as he chose the right person from the personnel information in the Tokyo circle, and even had time to tease Sakurai.

"Don't you think you talk too much nonsense?"

"Dead profiteer."

Unconsciously, he had reached into his shoulder bag and grabbed the dried meat that was one of the rewards for last time. After visible struggle and hesitation, Sakurai still chose to open his hand.

He took his hand out of the shoulder bag again, smelled the non-existent smell in his hand, and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

but...

It's not time yet, it's not time to eat this.

"Sorry, sorry, I think I talked too much about irrelevant topics."

"By the way, Sakurai-san, I'm curious, did you eat the reward I gave you last time?"

"Or, I resisted my appetite and didn't touch him at all."

"Let me guess, the reason you didn't eat it is because of your cute little assistant?"

"What a responsible boss."

"An ordinary person can see so clearly overnight, and was able to hold on for so long before meeting you. In a sense, she is also extraordinary. And her best friend is a little too interesting. I almost want to let her work as a waitress in my store."

"If we continue to feed her, and the vigorous spiritual energy covers the pub, it will be the best aromatherapy and heater for us."

"My guests will love it."

"Of course, Sakurai-san, you are an exception. After all, you are an outlier."

The bartender, who knew Sakurai's personality well, kept chattering away with a smile on his face. Without even taking a breath, the string of words came into Sakurai's ears through the receiver of the phone.

"That's enough. If you still haven't found it, I'll hang up."

Sakurai couldn't stand this guy's constant trash talking anymore and decided to use physical means to isolate himself from the noise pollution.

"Sorry, sorry, Sakurai-san, you know I can't stop gossiping. That's why I like chatting with Sakurai-san the most."

"You're the only one willing to listen to me. Others tell me to shut up after just a few words."

“We will be sad too…”

It's obviously just you who are shameless. Shaking his head speechlessly, Sakurai was fed up with this guy.

If he were a human being, he wouldn't disgust himself like this.

If they were to face each other, even if Sakurai couldn't kill the opponent, he would at least give him a few punches.

This guy feels pain but he doesn't feel any pain, so after the fight he can say that he has made a guaranteed profit.