Chapter 33: Midorikawa-kun also came to clean in the middle of the night? ...
If an NPC wants to snatch a quest from a player, the player will certainly be motivated to win, but will not be particularly excited.
But if an NPC wants to fight with the player for the trash can...
Chaomu's expression became more and more solemn.
Is this true? Is NPCs supposed to be rummaging through trash cans with players? Doesn't that defy NPC behavior? The black-faced gigolo is doing his job perfectly, so why is he rummaging through trash cans?
...Could he be a player too? Also linked to Trash Can King? But that doesn't make sense. Isn't this a single-player game?
Forget it, no matter who Toru Amuro is, if he wants to compete with her for the trash can, don’t blame her for being ruthless...!
The dusty girl pulled up the hood of her hoodie and moved nimbly across the rooftops, her golden eyes brimming with murderous intent.
In the branch of part-time job level, her housekeeping skill level has reached level 5. As she had just cleaned up a small pile of fallen leaves in front of the Kawasaki residence, a system prompt popped up.
[Ding! Housekeeping service level upgraded to level 5!]
Congratulations on unlocking the legendary cleaning set - Level 1 Golden Raccoon Vacuum Cleaner (SR) (Upgradeable)
Item Description: Able to clean all filth outside the trash can. Even the most evil darkness will be absorbed by the supreme king of trash cans (currently cleaning range is two meters, the contents that can be cleaned will increase with level). The built-in extradimensional trash bag is always full, but please be careful not to recycle other people's kindness as waste.
With the system's prompt sound, a "vacuum cleaner" appeared in Chaomu's hands.
She looked down and felt that compared to a regular vacuum cleaner, this thing looked more like a hybrid of a bazooka and a toilet plunger. The handle was a long stick, and the muzzle, no, the suction port at the bottom was as wide as a bowl. The dark gold shell was shining, and there was a cute raccoon sticker on the barrel.
"Silent mode has low power... Switching to invincible mode consumes 50 stamina points, compressing the absorbed garbage and spitting it out in the opposite direction..." She stopped in a dark alley, opened the skill panel, and her eyes lit up involuntarily. "Isn't this a rocket... a garbage cannon!"
In the future, players can just curse at whoever they dislike. It makes me happy just thinking about it - can we bring this back to real life and curse at our bosses?
However, the item's current level was still relatively low, and its range was the same as its cleaning range. Chaomu estimated the vacuum cleaner's length at 1.8 meters, and with a range of 2 meters, it came to 3.8 meters, which wasn't much different from using a high-powered attack right at the target.
Besides its invincible mode, this vacuum cleaner also has a core mode—Gold Sucking Mode. For every kilogram of trash it sucks in, it has a chance to convert it into one Raccoon Coin, but this only applies to trash outside the trash can. The card-drawing mode for rummaging through the trash can is currently independent of the vacuum cleaner and does not affect it.
"I'll give the Qingshui residence a try..." She carried the vacuum cleaner and rang the doorbell of the Qingshui villa. The security guard, who looked lazy and must have received a call from his employer in advance, looked at her for a few seconds and opened the door for her.
The flowers and plants in the garden were clearly being tended by someone, so she didn't need to worry about them. A cigarette butt had fallen into a crack in the cobblestone path, clearly the previous cleaning staff had been lazy.
The gold-sucking mode can be used in parallel with the silent mode, but the power will be reduced. Considering that the noise of carrying a rocket launcher at night might attract the attention of the NPC next door, Chaomu was very moral and turned on the silent mode.
The toilet plunger hummed silently, its super-intelligent system accurately sucking up the dirt beneath the fine white gravel and the cigarette ashes above, without sucking up the decorative gravel. Even without considering its attack power, it was still a very effective prop—just be careful not to let customers see her using it to vacuum the bed.
But anyway, the nanny cleans the bedspreads on a daily basis, and she is responsible for some large-scale cleaning.
The Golden Raccoon vacuum cleaner dragged a long, dark shadow on the floor tiles. Chaomu looked up at the terrace on the second floor, but resisted the urge to jump up there directly, and chose to start cleaning from the first floor.
This Japanese-Western eclectic villa, covering an area of approximately 300 square meters, is as quiet as a specimen museum, and the air is filled with the subtle aroma of high-end incense and champagne.
She stepped into the hallway on the soft Persian carpet and brushed her hand along the gilded handrail of the stairs, her fingertips barely picking up any dust. In the distance, the grand piano in the banquet hall was covered with a dust cover, its stool half-pulled out. Some ungracious guest had extinguished a cigar on it, leaving a gray hole.
...It's both clean and dirty, as if it's been swept and yet not swept - in a sense, it fits the slacking state of workers.
"What a mistake! We should have cleaned up right after the party." Chaomu sighed. "In a place that's already been cleaned briefly, the trash cans are probably emptied..."
The remaining garbage probably wouldn't be much, after all, Ms. Shimizu didn't live here on a daily basis. She'd go to the second-floor study later to see if there were any results... but she didn't think it was certain.
Next time, it would be better to collect the garbage after the party...
The thought flashed through his mind, and the golden pupils beneath his hood suddenly stood up. A small speck of light reflected a chill from the French window. Chaomu suddenly turned back, only to see the courtyard in pitch darkness, heavy with shadows from the trees.
...Is it an illusion? I always feel like there is someone outside.
This strange intuition lasted only a moment, and the sudden vibration of the vacuum cleaner diverted her attention. Without warning, the barrel of the gun turned to the left, as if pulled by an invisible force.
"What's going on...is it bugged?" Chaomu held down the out-of-control vacuum cleaner, watching the muzzle trace a zigzag trajectory through the air. The control panel flashed a green light, indicating that it was working, and the vacuum cleaner slid down the floor-to-ceiling window glass into a dark corner.
Her bewildered face was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the game interface, the vacuum cleaner's storage slot displayed [Collected: Low-Level Cursed Spirit Residue x15], but all she could see was the empty banquet hall.
...Cursed spirit? What the hell? Some new type of recyclable garbage?
Two Raccoon Coins jingled into her account, and Chaomu fell into a brief contemplation: After all, from her perspective just now, the vacuum cleaner was only outputting to the void, and it was impossible for it to suck up several kilograms of garbage... and according to her Lucky D attribute, the conversion probability of Raccoon Coins should not be very high.
What kind of cursed spirits are these? They sound like something straight out of a horror movie set. When I entered the game, wasn't it said the Novice Village was a low-magic environment? A sweep of the hall revealed seven low-level cursed spirits, which doesn't look like a very low-magic environment.
She frowned and thought for two seconds, then finally decided to give up and continue cleaning the hall. After all, she had been in Beika Town for so long and had never felt similar troubles. These low-level cursed spirits should not affect the progress of the game for the time being... just treat it as extra income.
In the courtyard, among the bushes, a sniper with long black hair casually picked a leaf from his knitted hat and pressed the headset with one hand.
"We have an unexpected visitor who just entered the hall. She seems to be a housekeeper... but she looks a little suspicious." His voice was low and magnetic, and his cold green eyes stared at the girl's back in the window. "Are you still not done over there, Midorikawa?"
"Cracking the code and searching for it will take time." His companion's voice was calm and cold in the headset. "And the mission Gin has assigned us is 'undetected infiltration,' not violent destruction."
The long-haired man crouching at a higher point raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't comment on his companion's efficiency. He just said, "Then you'd better hurry up."
He was responsible for keeping an eye on the housekeeper whose behavior was a little strange, to prevent her from interfering with their actions... If necessary, he would also choose to intervene.
His taciturn companion did not speak again, apparently struggling with the combination to the safe.
A cold but reliable guy - compared to other members of the organization, Moroboshi Dai has a good impression of Midorikawa-kun, who acts decisively and rarely gives orders to his teammates.
The other party is quite powerful and should be able to obtain the code name soon. Maintaining a friendly relationship with him will be of some benefit to subsequent actions.
The ice in his mouth gradually melted as Moroboshi adjusted his night vision goggles. A housekeeper, looking like a cross between a child laborer and an exploited university student, pressed the toilet plunger tightly against the Persian rug. Moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows revealed her eerie posture as she worked—half-kneeling on the ground, her golden pupils fixed on a nonexistent speck of dust, her body swaying like seaweed, as if performing some mysterious ritual.
...What are you doing?
Zhu Xingdai didn't understand, but he remained calm and guessed: that thing should not be a toilet plunger, but a vacuum cleaner... probably.
He crushed the remaining ice in his mouth as he watched the girl suddenly raise the vacuum cleaner and point it at the crystal chandelier. The massive chandelier began to shake wildly, and the perpetrator muttered to himself. Lip reading revealed... "Don't try to escape the golden sanction of the Supreme Invincible Raccoon King."
Midorikawa Kei's suppressed intake of breath came through the headset: "Something seems to have happened to the tiny camera I hid behind the vase... Moroboshi? Received a response."
"It was sucked up by a vacuum cleaner, so it can't be called an enemy attack." Zhu Xingdai held up his sniper rifle and replaced the ice with another piece of ice. "Rather than surveillance, I think we need the number of the adolescent psychiatric emergency department or the drug enforcement police."
The last time he saw such a scene was in Mexico, when the chief of the indigenous village got so drunk that he did a backflip around the fire and said he was the messenger of the God of Burritos, preaching his doctrine to the attacking agents.
The performance of the supreme and invincible Miss Raccoon King in front of him was even worse. In the field of view of the sniper scope, she had finished attacking the carpet and chandelier, and turned towards the banquet hall, while muttering to herself in the void, saying incomprehensible words such as "draw card", "so dark", and "curse".
"Her toilet plunger is pretty powerful, though," he concluded succinctly. "It seems all those bugs you installed earlier are dead."
Midorikawa Kei, who was opening the safe on the second floor, said: "......?"
He struggled to piece together the image of the lady holding the toilet plunger downstairs from his companion's words, and for a moment he felt that the other party was making fun of him. But soon, he had no time to guess - the girl's footsteps crossed the corridor and stopped at the study door.
"She's gone upstairs." The sound of Moroboshi Daido came from the other side of the headset. "You can fool her for now. I'll find a way to lure her away."
Midorikawa Jing quickly pushed the safe back into place, pulled out a rag sideways, and pretended that he was wiping the cabinet.
This kind of situation often occurs during undercover missions, so with his experience, he's naturally not nervous. Although the character described by Zhu Xing is a little strange, he should be able to handle it maturely...
The study door was kicked open with a clang, followed closely by the hum of a vacuum cleaner. A short-haired girl, wearing a hood, entered the room with brisk steps. "Study...ah, that's it, for sure."
A familiar voice approached along with the footsteps. The young man with cat eyes looked up in surprise and saw a very familiar face.
The two hooded men met each other in the study and were both stunned.
"This... Mr. Midorikawa, who owes me a barbecue!" Chaomu was the first to react, his golden eyes blazing like searchlights, emitting lightning-fast shrewdness. "Are you doing some shady part-time job?"
Is it someone you know?
Having already leaped from the treetop, Zhu Xing paused, his green eyes narrowing slightly. He silently circled the stairs, like a stalking leopard.
Midorikawa Kei upstairs also came to his senses from his daze, and finally realized that the housekeeper with strange behavior that Moroboshi was talking about was Asami - recalling the previous encounters, the image of the man holding the golden toilet plunger suddenly became clear.
"...I just received a temporary commission to deep clean the client's study." He pursed his lips, his blue cat eyes looking back at the girl calmly, "This shouldn't be anything shameful..."
And why did he owe her a barbecue? She had clearly said she would treat last time... She was still the same as always...
"Oh, I mean why don't you turn on the light." Chaomu flicked on the light in the study, and the two suspicious hooded men were finally able to see each other's faces clearly. "What a coincidence, Midorikawa-kun, we're actually in the same business... Are you still working at this hour?"
How pitiful, the worker who has to work overtime. She looked at his face and felt a sense of sympathy - if this good-looking guy didn't steal her job, a little sympathy wouldn't hurt.
"...What a coincidence." The young man with cat eyes unconsciously pulled up his hood in the bright light, like a stray cat accustomed to walking in the dark and suddenly seeing the light, hiding his expression in the shadows. "Is Miss Chaomu also a housekeeper employed by Ms. Qingshui?"
He carefully looked at her injured hand from behind the brim of his hat. The hand holding the vacuum cleaner was unbandaged, and the bloody wound seemed to have completely healed, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief.
Her injury should have only recently healed, so why would she still be doing housework at this hour...
【Midorikawa Jing expresses sympathy for you.】
A familiar reminder appeared in the dialog box of the young man with cat-eye eyes opposite. Chaomu blinked, thinking that this Midorikawa-kun was really amazing... Before, when she suggested going to his house, he left without looking back. She thought he was angry, but now it seems that he is not?
The unfinished task of visiting residents resurfaced in her mind, and her attitude shifted from treating the suspicious man who was stealing her business to treating him like a friend. She patted him on the shoulder familiarly, "Yes. Ms. Shimizu is a very nice person, and she's very generous with her salary."
He seemed unused to being touched. After she patted him twice, his muscles, carefully wrapped in combat uniform under his blue-gray coat, suddenly tensed.
Chaomu's eyes were attracted by the curve, and his thoughts also wandered: Midorikawa's figure is still as good as ever, and I feel that rich women would like it... Eh.
Her eyes suddenly became sharp as she swept across the face under the hood, which was still handsome despite the stubble.
He has no stable job, can be seen everywhere, and is a bit melancholic. I could see a sense of brokenness in his appearance during our previous meeting - he is definitely the type of person that literary and pure love lovers like Ms. Shimizu would like.
The player suddenly understood.
She had completely understood! Midorikawa Kei, like Amuro Toru, was not a proper cleaner at all. He was Ms. Shimizu's new love interest. However, unlike that evil tea art master, Midorikawa Kei looked more like an unemployed young man who had been deceived by the economic downturn and had fallen into prostitution.
Midorikawa, who was suddenly stared at by her with the pitying gaze of a young man who had gone astray, said: “…………?”
He didn't understand the other person's train of thought for a moment and said hesitantly: "...Miss Chaomu?"
The young man's blue eyes revealed a hint of confusion, which made Chaomu more and more convinced that he had been deceived - for example, when he applied for the job, he said he was here to work as a domestic helper, but when he started working, he found out that he was not only selling his skills but also his body...
She looked at him lovingly and asked carefully, "Midorikawa-kun, why do you do this kind of work? Were you forced or deceived by something?"
For example, the deception of unscrupulous agents and the oppression of life force the originally gentle stray cats to become domestic cats, selling their art and bodies.
"Eh...?" Midorikawa was a little confused by her question. He unconsciously hid the tool kit he had just used to pick the lock in the shadow under the desk with his heel. "I don't quite understand what you mean..."
...Did she discover that he wasn't actually working as a housekeeper, but was actually illegally invading a private residence? It didn't seem like it, but I felt her attitude was rather subtle...?
"What I mean is," the short-haired girl stepped forward, her eyes filled with pity and comfort, "who introduced you to this job? Or did you do this voluntarily?"
"Voluntarily..." Midorikawa Jing was really confused and answered hesitantly, "I did volunteer to do this job..."
What do you mean by voluntary? Isn’t this clearly a deception?
Chaomu's expression became more and more solemn.
"Are you clear about the nature of your job?" To understand his specific situation, she asked again, "What did the person who introduced you to this industry tell you?"
Did Chaomu seem to treat him as a colleague...? But something seemed strange...
Midorikawa felt as if he had grasped some clue, but it wasn't clear, so he could only vaguely say, "They said... although this job requires night shifts, the pay is very high."
"With the economy downturn right now, regular night shifts can't possibly earn that kind of salary, right?" Chaomu analyzed seriously. "Every seemingly high-paying job has its own price tag—listen up, Midorikawa-kun. You might be dazzled by the high salary, but the price you pay is unimaginable..."
"Although you have well-developed chest muscles, this job requires a young person to do it. Don't rely on your big breasts..."
The more Midorikawa Jing listened, the more he felt something was wrong.
Although being a sniper with a "high salary" from the organization fits this description, her expression doesn't seem like she's discovered that he's actually a dangerous person, but more like she's looking at him as some kind of special practitioner... ?
Amidst his chaotic thoughts, he heard a beep in his headset. The figure of the sniper with long black hair, who had been silent for a while, appeared from behind the secret door and looked sideways.
The latter turned his stern face towards him, and he found that the corners of the man's lips were deliberately pressed down - what the hell, this usually serious guy is now trying to hold back his laughter... What is this guy's lip reading saying?
Midorikawa interpreted the lip reading with confusion, and after coming to a conclusion, his fair cheeks turned green for a moment.
Gin has joined the channel.
The moment he understood her lips, Chaomu's earnest advice finally hit its mark. She held his hand and said solemnly, "Those lies like 'just a drink' or 'just asking you to do housework without clothes' are all lies. Once you enter a gigolo parlor, it's like entering a deep sea. From then on, moral integrity is a thing of the past. I have a neighbor who works in the same business, and that's how he fell!"
"So don't be a gigolo, Midorikawa-kun! Making money this way is like relying on inch stops to prolong pleasure; it won't last forever...!"
A suppressed snort and the sound of a Beretta reloading its gun could be faintly heard from the other side of the headset.
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The author has something to say: Akai, just laugh, there will be times in the future when you won’t be able to laugh.jpg
At this time, none of the three had code names, and Hiro and Tohru hadn't met yet and realized they were undercover. Hiro Akaizu was the group of Gin's subordinates who were about to get code names, as mentioned by Rum, and was also the culprit for Tohru's opening of the book.
This wave is undercover roll undercover (laugh)
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