Although the little security guard next to Baishi tried to hide it, he still showed a trace of disgust and disdain.

He obviously recognized the boss who came suddenly, and when he saw that the other party was about to enter the exhibition hall, he endured the throbbing pain in his knees, blocked in front of the other party, and said very politely and coldly:

"I'm sorry, Boss Manaka, now that we're off work, your meeting appointment is the day after tomorrow, we won't accept it today, you better go back to ...... first"

Speaking of this, the security guard paused slightly.

He suddenly thought, if Zhenzhong insisted on breaking into the museum, could he sue him for illegal invasion and take him away and close it for a few days?

Thinking of this, he, who was very sympathetic to the curator's plight, suddenly had some small expectations, and the action of stopping people suddenly became perfunctory.

However, to his disappointment, Boss Manaka actually stopped.

The middle-aged man who was full of alcohol hiccuped, looked away from the quaint and beautiful building, squinted his eyes at the security guard, raised his big hand full of fat and slapped him on the shoulder twice:

"After the handover, I'm going to start converting this place into a hotel. You seem to be a pretty responsible person, do you want to stay? I can give you double your salary as long as you ......"

"Hehe, thank you, no need." , the little security guard neatly interrupted him, a set of refusal three times.

Security guard is not his job, he originally came to work during the holidays.

Just hearing the words of the boss of Manaka, thinking of the employees who were easily poached by him, and then thinking of the old director Ochiai, who loves the exhibits and the pavilion very much, the little security guard only felt angry.

Boss Manaka looked at his expression, withdrew his hand, laughed meaninglessly, didn't continue to entangle, and returned to the topic just now:

"Ochiai is still in the office, hehe, you don't have to shake your head in a hurry, I know that the old man wants to live with his exhibits every day."

A room on the second floor was lit up, and Manaka stared at it, sneering twice, and raising his voice:

"You give him a word - this pavilion, including the exhibits that he loved as a child, is now mine.

"If he's willing to give me that painting, I can keep a few pieces of the tattered he likes, and let him open a mini-pavilion in the hotel. If he doesn't give it, I'll destroy it all as garbage, and I won't leave any of it for him, hahahahaha. ”

Leaving this sentence behind, he laughed and walked back to the car, the laughter was loud and rhythmic, and Shiraishi felt that even if this person went bankrupt, he would not starve to death, and he could apply for a voice actor to be a ......

The luxury car went all the way away, and the little security guard's face was ugly, and he snorted over there.

I don't know if it was the anger in his heart that helped him strengthen his courage, or the call just now from the boss of Manaka successfully made him realize that there was still a curator in the exhibition hall, and he was not alone. The young man nodded at Shiraishi, holding the flashlight he had just picked up, and turned around and walked back to the "haunted" pavilion.

Shiraishi looked at the building again, paused at the window, and continued to walk in the direction of the vegetable market.

The original vague impression gradually became clear in the shouting of the boss in the air.

- Director Ochiai is an old man who loves art and has worked in this exhibition hall for decades. But recently, affected by the financial crisis, the owner of the exhibition hall had no choice but to sell the exhibition hall, and the buyer was the real boss who appeared just now.

After Manaka took over, he did not continue to open the exhibition hall as mentioned before, but planned to convert it into a hotel.

This obviously made Director Ochiai very angry.

What's worse is that, for some reason, Manaka often runs to sneer at the curator, and eventually, the angry curator asks him into the hall, wearing knight's armor, and nails the high-mouthed boss to the wall with a heavy Western sword.

The more Shiraishi thought about it, the more he felt that these two were simply difficult to figure out.

The exhibits in the pavilion may be more valuable than this pavilion, and the boss of Zhenzhong spent a lot of money to buy them, so why not resell them, but choose to destroy them?

Combined with the task title......

Could it be that he is actually a person who loves art, and says that the exhibits are all broken copper, but in fact he wants to move them home and lick them by himself?

Also, what did he mean by "the painting in the hands of Director Ochiai"?

Shiraishi had no impression of this, I don't know if it was not in the original book, or if there was, but he forgot.

As for Director Ochiai, it's even more detached.

Of course, his anger is understandable, but the owner of the exhibition hall must also have a part in this matter - most of the businessmen are sneaky, and there are secretaries to help with the staff, if it is not for his acquiescence, how can the contract not involve the transformation of this aspect?

…… Is the world of rich people so boring and complicated? Shiraishi walked into the vegetable market in a cranky way, selected a few commonly eaten ingredients, bought some spices, and returned home with a bunch of things.

Butterfly Shinobu looked at the pile of vegetables that Shiraishi brought back, and did not refuse, and happily carried the bags to the back kitchen, but Shiraishi always felt that the way she looked at the vegetables was not like looking at the vegetables, but a little creepy.

…… Or don't change your pajamas yet, and maybe you'll have to go out and buy a boxed lunch later.

Walking through the door behind the counter and returning home, Shiraishi expertly spread it out on the sofa, turned on the light screen, and went straight to the taskbar.

It's time for the lottery to be both surprise and frightened.

50,000 yen went into the bank card, and the N-class memory fragments went into the backpack.

Shiraishi stared at the latter for a while, originally thinking that this harvest would be used in the next mission and be made into a prop...... It turned out that it didn't.

Could it be that the task of the pavilion is simpler?

Shiraishi thought about the old man who was strong enough to pick up a middle-aged fat man and nail him to the wall, and silently dispelled this idea.

Forget it, it's the day after tomorrow anyway, let's think about it tomorrow.

Shiraishi quickly came back to his senses and looked at the last column:

[Random Item [Click to Draw]]

After clicking, the font starts to scroll, and after a few seconds, it freezes with "Father's love is like a mountain".

"......" Shiraishi looked at the peculiar name, and the corner of his eye jumped twice, and the reward slipped into his backpack like a meteor under his gaze, turning into a Q version of the mountain pattern.

…… Can you summon a mountain out?

But according to the urine nature of the system, even if there are mountains, it will definitely not be able to crush people. Is that to keep enemies apart, or to climb up twice a day to keep fit?

The gaze paused for a moment on the icon, and the text unfolded abruptly:

[[Prevention] Father's love is like a mountain]

【Type: Consumables】

[Use: Produces some kind of mysterious radiation, so that male creatures within a radius of thirty meters show fatherly care for the user.] Duration: 5-15 minutes】

[Note: Although there are cute fathers who hold their sons to the sky, there are also tough guys who "beat and scold and love"]

"......" means that you have to be watched by someone with the gaze of your son, and if you are unlucky, you may suddenly be beaten by the people around you?

Although it is the first piece of armor to get in hand, who will use such a tricky thing!

Shiraishi stared at it for several seconds, and finally, habitually dragged it into the hotbar.

It will definitely not be used, but it should also be put on first, just in case. After all, when you are busy, you may not have time to open the light screen and select the items in the backpack.

After a few seconds, Shiraishi stared at the hotbar for a moment, then moved the icon from the first row of the hotbar to the corner of the last row. At the same time, he also moved the icon in the backpack to the most inconspicuous place.

As soon as I saw it, it was like seeing a group of strange uncles coming around enthusiastically, and I felt mentally unacceptable......

When Shiraishi was receiving the reward, a strange aura gradually wafted in through the crack in the door that connected to the café.

Shiraishi sniffed twice and stood up in disbelief.

It didn't smell bad, but it wasn't the smell of food, it smelled pungent—not that irritation, it was the more scientific one.

…… Is Butterfly Shinobi really cooking?