However, despite saying this, Ryogiya still did not directly call back An Ting who was working very hard at the Metropolitan Police Department.
The reason was simple—he was too lazy to learn a bunch of crime-solving and investigation skills.
You know, although it doesn't matter if his character collapses, social death goes against his handsome image.
After lying in the consciousness space for a long time, Ryomiya Kazuki rolled over and sat up, poking the system playing video games on the side: "Hey, where is the location of the first mission?"
The system used two small tentacles to control the characters on the screen to jump up and down. Without even turning its head, it said, "It's in Kyoto. It's a small gang called the Autumn Swords Group. The leader owes the organization 8 million yen."
Liang Gong was shocked: "The organization actually has so much money to borrow?"
My God, he thought the organization was poor because of the monotonous uniforms of the organization and Gin's old car.
The system was frightened by him and its tentacles trembled. The character was directly knocked out by the opponent and the word "game over" popped up.
It looked at Liang Gong with resentful eyes and said: "Master Host, you have been in the organization for several years. Although I know that you are trying to take advantage of the situation, you shouldn't..."
You shouldn't not even know that the leader of the organization was once the richest man in the world.
Seeing Suzumiya Heshan's kind eyes, the system swallowed the words and turned around and said, "Gin is still waiting for your message."
"Oh." Ryomiya sat on the sofa, pulling a pillow into her arms, "Tokyo is right next to Mikado, it's a good place for travel."
"Mission——"
Suzumiya Kazuki waved his hand and said, "It's just a debt collection. I can handle it myself later."
He showed a sinister smile: "Gin has cheated me so much, I have to find some fun for him first."
"What?"
Ryomiya Kazuki stopped smiling and showed a righteous expression: "As a good citizen, what should I do if I see a gang? Of course I should report it!"
System: ...
Yes, report the second-in-command of the organization. The police, FBI, and CIA should all thank you.
…
"Bento, umbrella, and money... Wait, guns can't pass security checks."
Ryomiya Kazuki put the items for the picnic into his shoulder bag, casually took out his gun and threw it into the drawer, humming a song happily.
He just called the police station and said in a panic that he had just escaped from a gang's trading place and wanted to report the information. Not only did he receive the loving comfort of the police lady, but he also received a reward of 50,000 yen - as long as he took the time to go to the police station in the next two days to provide clues.
The system was like an old mother who was worried about her silly son going on a long journey, and asked him: "Master Host, are you planning to go dressed like this?"
Suzumiya Kazuki: "Wearing colored contact lenses? It's okay if the enthusiastic citizen looks like Chivas. It's not a loss to have a third child."
"That gin..."
Suzumiya Kazuki gave the system a strange look: "Why are you worried about him? I work because the world hasn't accepted me yet, so I try to make myself known. It's not like I can't beat him."
"Besides, what does Ryougiya and Shugan have to do with Chivas?"
The system looked at the playful host, silently swallowed the advice in its mouth, and gave him an "Amen" in its heart.
If I have enough energy to reshape my body in the future, the studios of this world may merge. If you don't want to use a vest and pretend to be a stranger, as long as the protagonists of the world exchange information -
Hiss, the picture is so beautiful. I hope it won’t be too weird.
What if the host wants to open an account one day and takes the initiative to open an account?
The system feels that if this matter is made public, the host in his current state of mind will definitely go on strike, so worrying about the host's future life, it decides to wait for a good opportunity to reveal its cards.
Three hours later, wearing a duckbill cap and a white shirt, with a face so fresh that he could perfectly blend in with a high school student, Suzumiya Kazuki stood in front of the map of Kyoto. Looking at the map drawn with different lines, Suzumiya Kazuki, who always relied on system navigation and had no idea that he was directionally impaired, fell into deep thought.
"What is this Hanami-koji philosophy? Can't you be more straightforward? System, come out and guide me."
The system, which was invisible to others, floated in the air and said helplessly, "Master Host, you just said you wanted to pretend to be an innocent high school student who just came here to eat and drink. High school students don't know how to use the system."
Suzumiya Kazuki sighed, raised his hand to return the system, cleared his throat, and raised his voice: "Why is it so hard to find the food court in Tokyo?"
"Yeah, food court, there are a lot of them." A voice suddenly sounded behind him, and the boy in the duckbill cap seemed to be startled and trembled all over.
He turned around suddenly, his already round cat eyes widened, looking at the white-haired young man in front of him with some suspicion. Seeing that he was not a bad guy, he breathed a sigh of relief and puffed his face and muttered, "Don't suddenly talk behind others, it's scary."
"Hey, don't be nervous. We are going to the food court. I know where it is."
The young man with a black eye mask and messy white hair waved his hand casually and put his hand on the boy's shoulder in a familiar manner: "Hey, are you visiting Tokyo alone? I just happen to be going to buy the limited edition Kikufuku, so why don't we go together?"
The boy lifted his cap, and some of his messy hair that had been pressed flat started to stand up again. He looked a little dazed. He said, "Who are you? I heard that some traffickers would pat someone on the shoulder and kidnap him when he lets his guard down."
The young man chuckled and pulled his hair happily: "Ah, that's something only children would believe, right? My name is Gojo Satoru, and I'm a teacher at a school in Tokyo."
"Suzumiya Kazuki, I'm here to play."
Seeing that the boy was still on guard, but relaxed after exchanging names, Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Just as he was about to say something, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"——Teacher, you, you wait for me."
The pink-haired girl, carrying two large bags, ran over from a distance and quickly rushed in front of the two of them.
Seeing the young man with his shoulders hugged by Gojo Satoru, Yuji Itadori's pupils shrank, he stopped, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru.
Suzumiya Kazuki then clenched his left fist and knocked his right hand, and said to Gojo Satoru with sudden realization: "So you really are my teacher."
A young man with "no teacher ethics" written all over his face didn't seem to sense Yuji Itadori's doubts, and said with a playful smile: "That's just right, let's go to the food court to buy some new desserts."
Yuji Itadori hesitated to speak: "But we still have to..."
Ryoumiya Kazuki tugged at her bag and said sympathetically, "Since you have something to do, you can go back first. I will go ask someone else myself."
Gojo Satoru patted his shoulder enthusiastically and said, "Since you have come all this way, as the host, I must take you out for a meal. Wait a minute, I have something to tell the students."
Ryoumiya Kazuki said "Oh" obediently and turned to look at the map.
In my heart, I said to the system: "What were you thinking just now, you dog system? Isn't my acting good enough to blind your dog eyes?"
System: “…” His host is really shameless in pretending to be young, with that lamb-like expression, it was so scared that its data fell to the ground.
Suzumiya Kazuki: "You are still criticizing me in your heart, right? You are done."
System: “!!!”
On the other side, Gojo Satoru, who was dragging Yuji Itadori to a nearby cafe, took out a meat floss biscuit from his bag and started to eat it, saying vaguely, "Don't be so nervous. If you want to know something, just ask directly."
Yuji Itadori glanced at the boy who was looking at the map with his back to them without noticing anything, and asked with some hesitation: "Who is he..."
Gojo Satoru nodded and added the second half of the sentence simply: "A cursed spirit that thinks of itself as an ordinary high school student, isn't that interesting?"
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