Night falls, and the stars are shining.

It's late, but for an Izakaya, the work has just begun.

It is also God's appreciation, although Dao San is poor and the clothes he wears are full of patches, he is beautiful, white and clean, with black hair and black eyes, combing wolf tail braids, and a pair of white eyebrows, which is the most eye-catching.

In addition to his work as a sake brewer, Hanyu Michizo was also assigned to work as a waiter at the store.

And for the sake of the residence permit, Hanyu Michizo is also willing to take on the initiative to take on the extra work.

But if you do too much work, many mistakes will be unavoidable, and under high-intensity work, you have to do the work of the waiter in charge of the façade, and the probability of making mistakes is much greater than that of the kitchen work.

"How many times have I told you, don't go too fast, spill the guest's wine, and don't want the residence permit!" The store manager pointed at Hanyu Michizo and scolded.

Hanyu tried to wipe the soiled ground with a rag, and forced his anger to silently recite in his heart, "Residence permit, residence permit." ”

Just this morning, because he was slow to serve food, he was also scolded by the store manager.

"It's okay, store manager." The guests have short brown hair, a pair of square-rimmed glasses, a gentle smile at the corners of their eyes and mouth, and a quiet voice, which will make people feel comfortable unconsciously.

Except for Daosan.

In such a bad world, the guy who can put a smile on his lips, Michizo can feel his disregard for life.

"Next time, you won't have to do it again!" The store manager narrowed his eyes and scolded Hanyu Michizo, of course, not because of this trivial matter.

Runlin'an's residence permits were issued by nobles, and each one could be sold for at least 3,000 rings.

How could it be for nothing to a poor working outsider.

According to the agreement, tomorrow is the day when the residence permit will be issued to this mud leg.

Holding the idea of picking gold bones in the eggs, the store manager still pointed at Hanyu Michisan and chattered.

"Boss, a watermelon with rock sugar lemon!" A lazy and somewhat cold voice came from outside.

"Don't hurry up and deal with it." The boss glared at Hanyu Michizo, who lowered his head, and scolded "ignorant".

Hanyu Michizo went to the back kitchen to wrap the watermelons that had been plated and wrapped them in oilskin paper.

Rock sugar lemon watermelon, one of the characteristics of Kobayashi Izakaya, is a watermelon cut into fist-sized pieces, and then wrapped in a special icing, which is very popular with children.

A copy of four, Hanyu Michizo came to the door of the store, where a little boy with white hair was waiting.

"It's you!" Hanyu smiled and handed him the small paper bag, and couldn't help but reach out and rub his white hair.

Perhaps because of the similar white eyebrows, soon after Dao San came to work here, he became acquainted with this little tsundere who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

"Don't touch my head, stupid Daosan." Winter Shiro shook off Hanyu Michizo's hand, and gently kicked Michizo, then wrapped a piece of watermelon in paper and handed it to Hanyu Michizo, "I, grandma, and bedwetting peaches, one for each person, and no one will eat the rest, so I'll give it to you." ”

"Hey, what's that look on your face, that's just the rest, stupid Michizo."

……

It wasn't until half a month ago, after noticing that Hanyu Michizo was finally leaving the izakaya, that the tired spirits of the Grim Reaper were slightly uplifted.

"The target is in place, and the execution of Plan B leads him to the experimental circle." The lab coat commanded his companion softly.

"It's finally time to get off work." Some team members are muttering here, obviously with such power, they actually do the work that they will feel bored every day just by looking at it.

"Shut up, don't be exposed, and guide him according to the plan!"

Matsumoto Ranju sat here with these overtime dogs for a long time, and to be honest, it was quite boring.

But happy fishing!

Ranju carried a small wine jug, and it was a day in this party, and she even took the time to write the violation report of her "postponed return".

"What is Plan B?"

It's weird that these people are doing scientific research.

But with the gradual change of the aura below, Matsumoto Ranju's golden eyes suddenly shrank, and his expression gradually became hesitant and surprised.

This is the breath of emptiness.

Aren't these 12 guys too bold!

Matsumoto Ranju, who had just been drunk again, had the blush on his cheeks gone, and his golden pupils flashed with a strange light.

The current captain of the 12th team, Nirvana, has been the captain for less than ten years.

But the captain who came out of the maggot's nest has shown enough madness.

The 46th Central Chamber, in order to make up for the loss of combat power caused by the defection of Urahara Kisuke and others for decades, supported Nirvana to do quite a lot of inhumane scientific experiments behind the scenes, including the recent experiment of the "Righteous Soul Pill" legion, which has been criticized by the Thirteenth Team.

But even if Matsumoto Ranju has put Nirvana's bottom line very low, he can't imagine that he is willing to go along with the void.

Matsumoto Ranju was like a curious cat, and in the faint moonlight, her beautiful orange hair reflected her original eyes golden, and her eyes blinked, waiting for the development of events.

Although it felt like it was nothing more than a small hairy void from the breath, Matsumoto Ranju cautiously pressed his hand on the knife.

……

After finishing his work in the middle of the night, Michizo spent another hour, as usual, cleaning the izakaya before embarking on the path back to the dormitory.

He should have been in this world of the dead for more than ten years, but unlike other dead souls, he is very vague about the memory of his previous life.

I only remember that in his previous life, he lived in a place full of high-rise buildings, and in his previous life, Hanyu Michizo liked manga very much.

I can't remember the rest, but there was a comic called "Bleach " that he still had a little impression of, only a few names.

Ichigo Kuroo, Rukia Kuchiki, and ......

My memory is too vague, and I only remember these names.

Maybe it's just a strange dream.

"It shouldn't be a few days, and when I get the residence permit of Runlin'an, I will go to some high-paying izakaya to work and save enough money for a small grass house."

The life of an ordinary soul is like that.

If you go back too early, your roommates will be dragged down by yourself and have nightmares, and the extra overtime is also because of this.

Let's take a break.

Michizo groped his way along the familiar street, his careless straw sandals as if he had stepped on something.

There's nothing rubbish in the realm of the dead.

Dao San lowered his head and saw a disc less than the size of his palm.

It's too late, it's fast, Daosan's eyes seem to be bursting with golden light, and he holds the disc in the palm of his hand with lightning speed, and then looks left and right like a thief.

This is the only currency in the Corpse Soul Realm.

If an ordinary soul only maintains basic survival, it only needs three rings a day.

Although Dao San tried his best to save money, he ate too much, and finally came to Runlin'an, where he had enough food and drink, and there was no salary for this job.

Hanyu Michizo is like a cat that smells fishy, and there is nothing but this yellow Chengcheng in his eyes.

"There's still one over there!"

Daosan's pupils reflected the phantom of the gold coin, and with a speed that surprised the Grim Reapers, he stuffed another ring into his arms.

"There's still one ahead." Hanyu Michizo looked into the distance, and there was one every few steps.

Hanyu Michizo is like a little hamster picking up nuts, and along the path, Hanyu Michizo picks up all the way, and there are more than a dozen rings.

Hanyu Michizo raised his head again, and there was actually a small pile of money in front of him, even if he didn't look carefully, there were dozens of rings.

Dao San stretched out his cuffs and frantically wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and slowly raised his feet again, but the whole person ran in the opposite direction.

This pediatric scam is still trying to deceive me.

……

"Poof...... Hahaha, this is your plan B? Filling tactics? So what is A. The pear blossoms in the corners of her eyes were raining, covering her stomach with one hand, and slapping the shoulder of the white coat next to her with the other hand frantically.

The white coat's originally nervous face was suddenly stunned.

An ordinary team member in a death tyrant suit beside him was still a little cowardly mending the knife, "Shixi, can you report to me the two thousand rings I lost later?" ”

"Shut up! And are you blind to me? It's only a dozen rings! ”

The white coat scolded, and the Yin Owl's eyes showed a fierce light, "Forcibly descend on Subject 153 and stop Hanyu Michizo!" ”

The soldiers around him began to chant together.

And Hanyu Michizo, who was watching, also felt a special fluctuation in the surrounding space.

Hanyu turned his head and stretched out his hand to feel the ripples around him, followed by an unpleasant aura welling up in his heart.

"Seems a little bit bad!" Hanyu Michi's three eyelids are picked one by one.