I will never give in to Miss Death

To my surprise, the two orange cats downstairs who heard my call instantly showed a look of fear and confusion. They looked at each other at the same time, and then with a "whoosh" they ran away to the left and right.

No way? Am I that scary?

Seeing that both cats ran away, I felt a little depressed and had to go back to the house. As usual, I put the things I needed to prepare for going out, such as water, umbrella, power bank, etc. into the rabbit backpack and carried it on my back.

"I hope some Miss Death wasn't lying to me when she said the ID card would work."

I locked the door of the rental house, went downstairs, and after exiting the alley, I went directly to the nearest business office.

"Hello, I want to apply for a mobile phone card."

Maybe because of the bad road conditions, this business hall is very small and the only clerk is a woman in her thirties.

"Apply for a card?"

When the clerk saw me, he was stunned for a moment, then seemed to remember something and asked, "Can you help your mom and dad get a card?"

"No, I want to apply for a mobile phone number."

To prevent the other party from misunderstanding, I directly took out my ID card and said: "I am an adult."

"puff--"

The shop assistant who was drinking tea blurted out: "Is this true?"

"Can you check it out?"

I handed over my ID card dissatisfiedly: "I just bought a new phone and applied for a number."

"I don't believe it. Wait a minute."

The saleslady took my ID card with confusion, tapped it on the sensor next to it, and then quickly tapped the keyboard, as if she was entering some information into the computer.

"You're really an adult now?"

Half a minute later, the clerk looked me up and down in disbelief: "Little girl born in 03... Oh my God! Did you... not like to eat when you were a child?"

"I love to eat."

I quickly changed the subject: "So can I get a phone card?"

"If your ID card is real, then it will definitely work."

The clerk repeatedly compared the picture on the ID card with my appearance at the counter: "Is it a regular number or a fancy number?"

"A normal number will do."

"Hold on……"

The clerk began to type quickly on the keyboard, and did not forget to "get information" from me: "Is the little girl in college or?"

"That's it."

"Your skin is so good, what do you usually use for skin care?"

"I...that..."

"..."

More than 2 minutes later, I got the new phone card and put it into my phone, and switched the card that was originally used by my uncle to "Card ".

That's about it.

With a new cell phone number, when I move and throw away my old things, it will be almost like saying goodbye to the past "Yin Shiren".

Next, I took a bus to the coffee shop in Minami-nagi district and waited for editor Elodie to get off work before going to her house. I felt that the rent of 500 yuan was not too expensive if I was a little frugal this month...

"Hey, kitty?"

As I walked out of the business hall, a familiar girl's voice suddenly came from beside me, which made my whole body shudder.

It's Miss Death.

"Why are you like a ghost?"

Turning around, I looked at the person who was still wearing the black windbreaker that covered his entire body, and asked curiously, "Is the injury from this morning healed?"

"Can't die."

The Death Girl smiled, giving me chills. “Rather than that, I thought you might be interested in this video…”

As she spoke, she took out an old cell phone from somewhere and clicked on a file.

"Meow?"

"Meow?"

This video seems to be taken from a certain camera, and it shows me acting cute in front of the kitten downstairs.

Wait, there's a camera outside my door?

And this guy saw it?

After just a few seconds of watching the video, I subconsciously asked, "Are you spying on me?"

“This can’t be called surveillance.”

The Death Girl kept her mysterious smile and said, "Your body belongs to me. In order to protect my private property, there's nothing wrong with me installing a little safety device there, right?"

You call installing cameras a safety device?!

Wait, no, that's not right. What do you mean by "your body belongs to me"? I'm not your toy!

"Tell me... if I send this video to your readers, or to the tenants of this apartment, and then make your novel name and pen name public... what will happen?"

The Death Girl had a devilish expression on her clear face: "I guess the lovely Miss Yin Nuoer wouldn't want this to happen, right?"

Realizing that I seemed to be “held” again, the corners of my mouth twitched: “What are you going to do?”

"I heard from Elodie that you were planning to move and were currently looking for a house to rent... You were going to apply for a job as a maid in a cafe and then move in with her, right?"

Ok?

My voice trembled a little: "Are you the weird tenant who lived in Elodie's house a long time ago?"

"This little pet is quite smart!"

"I'm not a pet!"

"Then... the little maid?"

“Isn’t this almost the same?!”

"In short, if you don't want this video to be made public, just move here in the next few days."

The Death Girl looked at her like she was her prey: "It saves me from looking for you every day."

"I……"

I felt like crying but couldn't. "Can I refuse?"

"Then is it okay if I send the video to your reader group?"

"..."

"Miss Death."

"Ok?"

"I think you should stop being the god of death. It would be more appropriate for you to be a demon."

"Thank you for the compliment. I was originally a demon in another world."

"..."

……

No. 078 Confused Restaurant

After a fierce bargaining, I reached an agreement with a certain unscrupulous demon who was monitoring and following me - in the next two days, I will move my things to the house of Editor Elodie in Minaminagi District, sign a rental contract, and officially become their "roommate". I will try my best to take care of their daily diet and living. Miss Death needs to provide help when I move, open space cracks and act as a "truck driver" and "porter".

"The room reserved for you is on the first floor, opposite mine."

After exchanging phone numbers, the Grim Reaper put on her black hood again and said, "By the way, there is only one bathroom on the first floor?"

Why do you deliberately emphasize that “there is only one bathroom”!

When I heard this, I instantly felt like I was choked.

That’s too bad. Go and stare at him immediately.

When I was working part-time in college and delivering food after graduation, I had been to a similar "building within a building" community.

This type of two-story house is usually on the top floor. You can see the stairs directly when you enter the living room, and you can go up the stairs to the second floor.

Then there are usually three or four rooms, a kitchen and a bathroom on the first floor, and there is only one room and a bathroom on the second floor.

If Elodie's house is a building-in-a-floor structure, then she lives on the second floor, and I can only live on the first floor with this Miss Death, sharing a toilet... or bathroom.

But I am more curious about why I just called and checked the house more than an hour ago, and Miss Death received the message when I woke up. Was it Elodie who relayed it herself as she said, or was there someone who was watching me? The kind with a recording function?

"I usually cook for myself, so I can't guarantee that it will suit your taste."

Facing the Death Girl's "teasing", I glared at her and said, "And my cooking skills are terrible."

It can’t reach the level of “dark cuisine”, but it’s certainly not comparable to those chefs, and I’m not a professional.

The chefs in other restaurants have all undergone rigorous training on how to hold a knife, cut vegetables, prepare ingredients, control the heat...all of them are taught one-on-one by professionals. The way I cook is completely driven by life.

I went from not knowing where to start cutting vegetables to gradually knowing how to cut each ingredient and what specific shapes to cut it into. The ingredients I added also went from being “too salty”, “too oily” and “overcooked” at the beginning to being “almost edible” now.

If what Elodie meant by "being able to cook" is the kind of home-cooked food that most people dislike after eating it, like a hotel chef or from a takeaway app, then I probably can't cook it.

Also, if I remember correctly, Elodie's eating habits are very different from mine.

She can eat spicy food very well.

That’s right, the beautiful editor who looks like the “Lafite girl version” usually gives people a confused feeling, but she is very ruthless when it comes to eating.

When I was helping Mi Gua Bao to watch the store at a comic convention, there was a big box in the stall. It contained a lot of snacks: chocolate, biscuits, candy, spicy strips, etc. In the words of the editor-in-chief of Mi Gua Bao, it was an overtime benefit for the editors. At the end of the day, except for a piece of chocolate that I ate and a candy that looked very similar to White Rabbit milk candy that I ate, almost all the spicy snacks in the box were eaten up by Elodie.

Konjac, Kiss Grilled, Spicy Noodles, Shredded Pork with Sauce, Spicy Fish Balls, Spicy Dried Tofu, Spicy Fish…

No one is left alive, no one is spared.

I started eating it in the morning and finished it before I got off work in the afternoon.

This completely shattered my perception of "soft and cute beautiful girls" - although Elodie has a sharp tongue on the Internet.

In other words...if Miss Death, Elodie and I really live together, in order to take care of Elodie, the editor, I may need to learn how to make some spicy food.

"It's ok."

Facing my "opening", Miss Death looked nonchalant: "I have enough time to wait for the little cutie to improve her cooking skills slowly."

Why do you make it sound like I moved there just to serve you!

Is it the other way around? Something must be wrong!

Wasn't I a hero in my previous life? Didn't I save you? If that's the case, then you should repay me, right? Things like this shouldn't be Miss Death wearing a maid outfit, waiting for me to come home every day with dinner, and then sticking to me sweetly -

"Meow! Welcome, Master! Master, do you want to eat first... or eat me first?"

At this point I can reach out and say, “I want them all!”

Isn't it supposed to be like this?

"That's it. Happy cooperation, little cutie."

Before I could object, the Death Girl in front of me opened a space crack in front of me and walked in.

"Wait……"

Just as I was about to step forward, the crack had already closed.

The huge alley in the urban village has returned to its former tranquility.

The sky above was still gloomy and there was not much sunlight. The old walls around were covered with water stains and moss. The mobile phone store not far away was quite quiet. Only the small shop next to it with signs saying "Palmit Reading to Predict Destiny" and "Good Luck to the World" was open and had an old floor fan. An old man was lying on a rocking chair inside, making a "creaking" sound.

Damn it... since you're already here, can't you just take me to the cafe in Minami-nagi district? !

The Death Girl's personality of coming and going as she pleases makes me depressed.

According to the address on the flyer, the newly built coffee shop in Minaminagi District is located a little north of the Minaminagi District Pier, close to both the Central District and the Artisan District. Geographically, it is almost in the middle of these three districts. To the north, you can see the "Kamihama Second Commercial Street" that Su Yunjin mentioned is about to be built. To the south is the sea, and to the east is the Kamihama River, the largest river in Kamihama City.