The shopkeeper took out a "menu", and when he opened it, there was a registration form.

He asked in a low voice:

"This gentleman, he looks like a transcendent, right?"

Musashino cleared his throat, ready to brew a loud and confident "That's right."

Wrong.

I should keep it mysterious, after all, a soul body wandering around is a strange thing for everyone to be wary of, what if the shopkeeper can analyze something from the voice?

Eventually, he just nodded slightly.

The shopkeeper put down the kitchenware in his hand:

"Sir, we do have a commission, but since this is the first time we have worked together, I have to verify that you really have extraordinary abilities.

"So I need to ask you to show it briefly." He smiled and made a gesture of please.

Musashino thought briefly and then held out his hand.

The shopkeeper looked in the direction he was pointing, and there was a stainless steel knife resting next to him.

"This?"

What can a knife be used for.

Could it be that the ability is a very fast chopping hand?

The so-called transcendent is actually because the radiation level of the wasteland world is seriously exceeded, and the body has undergone positive mutations after living in this environment for a long time.

Most people's mutation is better than nothing, and he has seen too many of these "transcendents" before.

The shopkeeper put the knife in Musashino's hand in confusion.

Wow –

I saw Musashino's hand instantly blurry, allowing the stainless steel knife to pass straight through and fall to the ground.

"Huh?"

The shopkeeper was taken aback.

His eyes widened, and only then did he notice that Musashino's whole body was translucent at this time, and his feet were slightly dangling in the air.

Like the caped Dementors in Harry Potter.

Grunt~

He swallowed and stood firm on the table:

"Virtual, virtual!"

The quality of the supernatural ability is definitely superior to inferior, and the ability to void is immune to physical damage, powerful and rare, and he has not seen it in his twenty years of running an izakaya.

Musashino restores the spirit to solidification:

"Okay?"

Judging by the owner's attitude, my abilities are not bad.

But the principle should be more complicated than he imagined, I am a soul out of the body, and then manipulate the spirit body to transform the virtual and real, if I tell the shopkeeper this, I don't know what he will say?

Of course, he didn't say.

After all...... It's just a regular operation.

It's unremarkable, it's unremarkable.

The shopkeeper's expression was much more solemn: "Please wait. ”

He wrote a few lines in the register, took out a piece of Ema with the number "058" from the drawer, and carefully stamped it with the red official seal.

"This is your exclusive numbered plate, which you can use to accept other commissions from us in the future."

After Musashino took it, he saw some precautions written on the back:

(1) 80% of the commission fee for each sauce pie izakaya is used as an intermediary fee.

(2) If there are teammates who jointly execute the entrustment, please actively cooperate.

(3) As a transcendent, please keep a low profile when completing your commission, so as not to be stared at from the wasteland, and the sauce pie does not make any guarantees for your personal safety.

......

(8) The final interpretation of the above terms belongs to the sauce pie izakaya.

(9) The judgment of the High Court of Survival District on the "invalidity of clause (8)" is invalid.

"Good fellows."

Musashino grinned when he saw Article 9:

What about this set of dolls?

I have never seen a more "domineering" clause than this.

But he didn't really care.

After two years of traveling here, I have long been accustomed to the chaos and disorder of the wasteland world.

When he put away the wooden card, the shopkeeper handed over another file: "This is the entrustment information, please take a look." ”

Musashino takes out the file:

【Sauce pie izakaya consignment order】

【Client】Saburo Takahashi, Mrs. Takahashi

【Entrustment fee】320,800 yen (after deducting intermediary fees)

......

【Problem Description】A week ago, the gas supply in the home was blocked, and it was impossible to cook normally, and a strange sound would be heard from the gas pipeline at night, which was suspected of being invaded by waste land organisms.

【Note】Since there was no serious impact, the Metropolitan Police Department will not accept the incident for the time being.

"Gas jams?"

Seems like it's easy to fix.

Sure enough, this kind of private entrustment is all trivial things.

"Got it." Musashino folded the file and stuffed it into his arms.

"Wait, there's more!"

Before he left, the shopkeeper hurriedly added: "In order to reduce the accident rate, we usually arrange at least two people to complete the commission together, so you still have a teammate." ”

Musashino looked back:

"Teammates?"

......

Shinagawa-ku, Meguro high-rise apartment.

This is the address of the client, Mr. Takahashi, Musashino put his hands in his coat pockets and waited quietly downstairs for the mysterious teammate.

"Hey, you're five minutes early." A clear female voice came from behind her.

Musashino turned around.

It was a young girl in a blue police uniform, tall and tall, with a neat ponytail and a little childish on her face, who should be about the same age as him.

She took the initiative to reach out:

"Hello, I'm a student at the Shinjuku Police Academy, Maki Hattori!"

Whew~ It's okay to be just a student.

Because of his previous experience of being forcibly sent to a psychiatric hospital, he now feels a kind of reflexive nervousness when he sees a similar uniform.

How do I introduce myself to her?

I can't tell the truth: I'm a mentally ill patient at Kiyose Fujimi Hospital, a high-risk person who is regularly tracked by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Musashino hesitated and lowered his voice:

"Doctor in a private clinic, Musashino."

Hey?

Hattori Maki scratched his head, this person was wrapped in a cloak and couldn't see his face clearly, but his voice was a little low and old, as if he was an old man.

I told the shopkeeper that it was best to partner me with a handsome guy......

Anyway, I'm here to clean up the wasteland creatures, and I'm not in love.

She took the initiative to reach out:

"When we meet for the first time, please take care of Uncle Musashi."

Ahem –

Musashino coughed twice.

"Call me...... Just a name. This time he didn't disguise his voice, and it was easy to tell that it was a young boy.

However, he did not shake hands with Maki Hattori.

Because Musashino has always had a question:

If he is walking through a wall in the ethereal state, if he is not properly controlled and accidentally enters the materialization, then the spirit will not be trapped in the cement.

And if he wasn't going through a wall, he happened to be passing through a person......

Will the two grow up together?

Hiss~

Terrible!

So he made a deliberate decision: until he figured it out, he couldn't have physical contact with anyone in his soul state.

At this time, Maki Hattori was holding his slender and fair right hand.

Gotta make up a reason on the spot!

Musashino put his hands behind his back:

"I ...... Once in contact with a woman, there will be very severe allergy symptoms, enough for Minasa. ”

Maki Hattori was originally a little embarrassed.

Why didn't Musashi-san shake my hand? Is there something wrong with what I'm dressed today, or did I just say the wrong thing and make him unhappy?

Hearing this explanation, she withdrew her hand with relief:

"I see."

It may sound outrageous, but in this world full of mutations, it's not very strange to be allergic to women.

However, although it is not strange......

Maki Hattori looked at Musashino's back:

"Hmm......

"Is it really that magical?"