Tokyo: Something's wrong with my label

Takehara Maki, who was doing exercises, suddenly raised his head, held his cell phone, and glanced at the guests who walked in with caution.

"welcome."

Takehara Maki's voice is still so familiar.

"Maki, are you working the night shift?"

Seeing that the person approaching was Aragaki Yasushi, Takehara Maki breathed a sigh of relief and put down the mobile phone in his hand.

The phone's screen lit up slightly and stopped on the address book page.

Aragaki Yasushi's name is displayed on the page.

"Want to come buy some late-night snacks?"

Takehara Maki asked.

"Well, as usual, let's have some oden."

Aragaki Yasushi nodded and sat in the dining area of ​​the convenience store.

But Maki Takehara shook his head: "The oden is sold out."

"That's it."

Aragaki Jing was slightly startled.

"What else is there?"

"There is fried chicken steak. Would you like one, Aragaki-san?"

Takehara Maki said without much hesitation.

"Well, let's have one."

Aragaki Jing did not refuse.

"Ok."

A smile appeared on Takehara Maki's face.

Then he walked aside, picked up a chicken steak, and began to put it into the oil pan and fry it.

While waiting, Maki Takehara was a little confused.

She wanted to ask Aragaki Yasu what he was doing today?

During the day today, Takehara Maki originally planned to go to Aragaki Yasushi's house to help clean up and take care of Snowball.

Relying on the fingerprints that Aragaki Yasushi had recorded for her before, Takehara Maki unlocked the door.

However, when he entered the room, Takehara Maki discovered that Aragaki Yasu was not at home.

This gave Maki Takehara some unspeakable emotions in her heart.

Maybe it's a pity or a pity?

Takehara Maki didn't understand.

She raised her head and looked at Aragaki Yasushi, who was sitting on a high stool not far away.

Suddenly, her eyes trembled slightly and stopped at the katana on Aragaki's waist.

what is that?

Many doubts emerged in Takehara Maki's mind.

Aragaki-san, why is he walking around with a knife in the middle of the night?

Takehara Maki began to remember.

She remembered Aragaki Yasushi mentioned that she had joined the Kendo club.

However, it is very strange for even a member of the Kendo Club to walk around with a knife in the middle of the night.

Takehara Maki couldn't understand, but didn't dare to ask.

after all.

Late at night, a convenience store, a man and a woman, and a samurai sword.

This doesn't always feel like a good situation.

Gumbling.

The sound of hot oil boiling was heard.

Maki Takehara quickly withdrew her gaze, turned off the switch, and took the chicken steak out of the hot oil.

After draining the oil and water from the top, Maki Takehara picked up a pair of scissors and cut the chicken steak into small pieces.

"Aragaki-san, would you like to make it more spicy?"

Takehara Maki asked.

"Just a little spicy is fine."

"it is good."

Takehara Maki nodded.

"Buy another drink."

Aragaki Yasushi picked up a bottle of soda from the shelf nearby.

Chapter 106 Epic Tags

Two o'clock in the morning, Shinjuku area.

Different from the area where Aragaki lives, Shinjuku is a colorful picture at night, full of vitality and prosperity.

Walking here, Aragaki Jing will not feel the slightest loneliness.

At night, all the neon lights in Shinjuku light up, making the entire city look like daylight.

Among the shops, bars and restaurants on both sides of the street, countless tourists and locals come in and out. Their loud chatter and laughter are intertwined with the songs of street performers, creating a noisy atmosphere.

When Yasushi Aragaki walked out of Shinjuku Subway Station, he saw a bustling crowd and colorful neon lights.

What came to my ears was the sound of human voices, and the exchanges in various languages ​​were intertwined to form a unique note.

On the streets, there are many patrol police on duty at night, so this area is absolutely safe.

However, beneath the lively surface lies the deepest darkness.

Aragaki walked towards Kabukicho not far away, and rejected the coolly dressed young lady on the street who wanted to strike up a conversation.

Soon, Aragaki Jing walked into an alley.

The moment he walked into the alley, the noisy noise in his ears quieted down.

It was as if Aragaki Yasushi had put on a pair of headphones.

As Aragaki went deeper and deeper, the sounds in his ears became weaker and weaker.

By the time Aragaki Jing stopped, there was no noise at all.

Some of them were just their own breathing and the rustling of leaves not far away, adding a bit of uneasiness to the silent night.

There was an eerie atmosphere filling the alley late at night.

Even the bright moonlight has become pale. It shines through the layers of leaves and onto the moss-covered stone slabs, giving off a strange atmosphere.

Different from the bright and beautiful streets outside the alley, the buildings on both sides of the alley are old and dilapidated, and the cracks on the walls are twisting and spreading like long worms in the night.

Aragaki closed his eyes and listened to something quietly.

With a physical body that is at the limit of human beings, Aragaki's hearing is far beyond that of ordinary people.

He was looking for the sound in the dark night.

The breeze carried a hint of coolness, and when it blew past Aragaki Jing's ears, it seemed to be mixed with a low murmur, which made people shiver.

"goods?"

"trade?"

Aragaki Jing suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look in a certain direction.

He felt something was wrong in that direction.

Aragaki Yasu held the katana hanging on his waist, took a deep breath, and took steps in that direction.

There are almost no people in the long and narrow alley, and the criss-crossing forks make the alley extremely complicated.

Aragaki could only hear his own footsteps and breathing, which seemed unusually abrupt and lonely in the dark night.

When Aragaki walked around the corner, occasionally a few stray cats would pass by, their eyes flashing green in the dark, emitting a strange sound, leaving behind a few shrill screams.

At two fifty-eight, Aragaki Jing stopped again, hiding his figure with the debris piled up in the corner of the alley.

He looked towards the fork not far away.

At that location, a shop stood quietly, emitting pink light that contrasted sharply with the surrounding darkness.

At the door of the store, there was a gray van parked, the original color of which was difficult to distinguish.

Probably a gray van.

It may also be because the car has not been painted for a long time, causing it to be covered with dust, so it looks gray.

At this time, the compartment of the van was opened, and two adult men dressed in a fashionable manner were staying near the van.

One person was leaning on the car door, and the other person was sitting at the opening of the car, seemingly waiting for something quietly.

There were cigarettes hanging from the corners of their mouths, and weak sparks danced in the darkness, very conspicuous in the dark alley.

Both of them are not very old, they should be in their twenties and less than thirty years old.

"Two people?"

Aragaki Jing looked at the two gangsters, his dark eyes glowed with a layer of light under the moonlight, and he was a little eager to try.

Aragaki Yasu wanted to take action to test the power of labels.

However, suddenly, Aragaki Jing stopped again.

"Is there someone here again?"

At this time, Aragaki took a step back and looked at the store not far away that was glowing with pink light.

At this time, in the deep night, a middle-aged man walked out slowly. He looked older than the two gangsters, about forty years old.

There was a weathered calmness between his brows, and there was a cigarette dangling from his mouth. The red light from the cigarette end flickered in the darkness, adding a bit of mystery.

He walked over to the van and started talking to the two gangsters.

His voice was deep and powerful, giving people an unquestionable sense of authority.

"This batch of goods is done, here is the money to be divided between the two of you."

He separated about half of the stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi in his hand and handed it to the two gangsters who were leaning near the van.

"Thank you, boss."

The gangster leaning on the car door had a voice full of joy and flattery.

"Work hard and I won't treat you badly in the future."

The gangster's boss burst out laughing.

Judging from the sound alone, he should be quite proud.

Aragaki Yasu took a deep breath at this time and prepared himself.

Then, he slowly walked out from behind the debris and walked towards the direction of the van.

"who?"

Aragaki Jing had just walked out of the debris, and his footsteps attracted the attention of the gangster boss.

It seems that his vigilance is quite high.

"Boss?"

The two gangsters were still dividing the money. When they heard their boss's voice, they immediately became alert and pulled out the steel rod from their waists.