Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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The image of his head being chopped off by the white car had been replaying in his mind countless times.

She couldn't stop herself from thinking things like, "What if I die?"

However, she had to put on a smile and greet the next ghost who came to "deposit" or "withdraw" money in the most normal tone.

Hello, we have already deposited your cash into the bank.

Hello, this is your cash.

【Hello......】

The heavy footsteps continued to approach, and the white cart came up behind Xiangzi.

Xiangzi seemed not to hear at all, and continued to greet customers with the same enthusiasm he used to have when he was a customer service representative.

She will survive.

She must survive.

The blade gleamed under the incandescent light.

The white car raised its knife.

He swung it down hard.

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hum!

The blade scraped off the hairs on Xiangzi's neck, lightly brushed against his skin, and stopped.

Xiangzi's heart was pounding.

The white car would pass by every window, raising its knife behind every reception desk. Some ghosts would lose their heads, while others would remain unharmed, simply due to good luck.

If you kill them all, the hall will be in chaos, and Amoris doesn't like a chaotic territory.

That's why the white car left behind the hand of the father.

Xiangzi was unaware of these things, but after discovering the logic behind the white rickshaw's behavior, she pinned her hopes for survival on luck and her own performance.

Even with a knife to her throat, she continued to serve customers outside the glass window, showing no sign of anything amiss.

The white car mistook her for one of them.

The sword was ultimately not swung.

The white-clad figure sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

Xiangzi survived once again.

She stood up, propped herself up on the table, flipped the sign above her head to "close," and the ghosts in line immediately dispersed and joined other queues.

Xiangzi slumped into a chair, unbuttoned his employee uniform, and gasped for breath.

Visible white smoke billowed from her collar and the top of her head, and her clothes were completely soaked with sweat.

With temperatures reaching 37°C, her body was telling her it was too hot, but she felt incredibly cold.

She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

......

"call......"

Miao Meng carefully exhaled the stale air from her lungs.

She was now hanging in the very center of the vault, with only one rope tied around her waist—her long whip. She was suspended in mid-air like a circus acrobat, the bladed whip in her hand wedged against the safe door handle not far away.

With a little force, without triggering the airflow alarm, I slowly moved myself to the vicinity of the huge safe door.

Retracting the bladed whip and gripping the handle, Miaomeng still needed to find a way to stabilize herself.

"(I've got my hands on the biggest safe, but where's the password?)"

After finally completing all the preparations, she finally got through to Xiangzi.

"(You'll have to open the outer layer yourself.)"

Xiangzi replied.

"(Sigh, I knew it wouldn't be that easy. Isn't there a more convenient way? How about we figure out how to move the whole vault? Like in Fast and Furious, find two cars to tow the safe...)"

Miaomeng habitually started to complain.

But his hand obediently extended the end of the whip, using the extended end to tie to the doorknob and secure himself.

"(Please be quiet, I have a problem here, let me have some peace and quiet.)"

Xiangzi's somewhat exasperated voice interrupted Miaomeng's grumbling.

Miao Meng's eyes darted around, then she closed her mouth.

"(Well, I was just kidding... I'll focus on my work now, you better watch out and don't die.)"

She's probably being targeted. Well, I guess I can only wish her good luck. Even though she's already died once, this little thing shouldn't be a problem for her... right?

Miaomeng took out a lock-picking tool from the tool bag hanging on her lower back.

She was the most rebellious bad kid from childhood to adulthood, and picking locks was a piece of cake for her.

The safe was a large piece of furniture, but its structure was surprisingly old-fashioned. The door was very rustic and had only two locks: a key lock and a combination lock with a knob.

No biometric authentication required, no dynamic password, no iris recognition...

Even familiars probably don't have these things.

First, there was the combination lock with a knob. Miaomeng took out a stethoscope from her toolbox, stuck it on the cabinet door, and turned the knob on the cabinet door with her other hand.

A clicking sound came from the stethoscope.

Miaomeng quickly circled around twice, and after determining the approximate direction from which the click-opening sound came from, she narrowed down the search area and continued to explore.

The knob has very small markings, which means that the unlocking margin is also very small; an error of even one millimeter would probably prevent it from opening.

This kind of thing requires patience; even though time is tight right now, you can't rush it.

I tested the knob little by little in my palm, and after a few back and forth turns, the range of rotation was reduced to within 10 degrees.

Click click click......

Hey.

Finally hearing the unlocking sound she wanted, Miaomeng immediately took out her unlocking tool and turned to the other keyhole.

This is a double-locked safe door; in addition to the correct combination, a key is also required to unlock it.

But this is not a problem for Miaomeng.

When she was a child, she could easily open the safe at home with a paperclip. The large safe in front of her is an enlarged version of a household safe, the kind from decades ago.

The hooked lock pick was inserted into the keyhole, probing up and down to see if it had encountered any mechanism.

After several attempts, Miaomeng found the mechanism.

Insert another iron skewer to secure it, apply a little force, and turn the lock clockwise.

Click.

its stuck.

It's still a little short.

Miaomeng licked her dry lips and adjusted her angle.

Again.

There was a click.

The lock pick has broken.

"Tsk."

Miaomeng smacked her lips, trying to hook the broken iron core out of the hole.

result......

Everything seemed to be in slow motion.

The broken iron core fell out of the keyhole and landed on the ground, which emitted a faint white light.

Miaomeng released her grip and caught the falling half of the iron core.

But as she let go, the half she was holding was flung away from its original position, spinning and flying past Miaomeng's eyes, her pupils following the trajectory of the flying iron core.

Miao Meng was holding something in both her left and right hands. If she let go again, it would just be robbing Peter to pay Paul, and something would inevitably fall down.

A moment's hesitation caused the iron core to go beyond his reach.

Half of the iron core was about to fall to the ground, triggering an alarm.

However, it stopped falling when it was less than a centimeter from the ground.

Miaomeng loosened the rope around her waist, letting herself drop a bit, and then tightened it again just before she touched the ground.

She stretched her neck and, before the iron core touched the ground, caught it in her mouth.

In that brief moment, she went through her entire life in her mind.

Gan!

Miao Meng felt that she must look a lot like a turtle right now, with her limbs outstretched, her neck stretched out, hanging less than five centimeters off the ground, swaying gently with inertia.

I was so scared I broke out in a cold sweat.

A false alarm.

Miaomeng tightened the rope and hoisted herself back to her original position.

This time, there was no trouble. They quickly opened the large cabinet door, and just as Xiangzi had said, there was a smaller one inside.

The small cabinet uses an eight-digit password consisting of numbers 0-9.

Eight figures? That's really rare.

"(nailed it.)"

Miao Meng calmed herself down and answered Xiangzi's call.

"(Phew... Is it done? That's good.)"

Xiangzi's voice, almost exhausted, came through the air.

"(The password is 0214, if I'm not mistaken.)"

"(The combination lock has eight digits.)"