In the middle of the night when Fujii was rehearsing, there was no wind or waves in the open sea of Tokyo, and a huge whirlpool was rolled up.

The pitch-black, sharp bow peeked out of the vortex and pointed into the sky, and then the massive hull emerged, painted in deep black, with several thick barrels mounted side by side on the deck turrets, in the style of the battleships of the Old Island Nation.

But the middle section of the hull that can be extended down is a luxuriously decorated cruise ship bridge structure, like the end of the Nagato-class battleship put together in the middle of a luxury cruise ship.

At the top of the bridge, a large flag with black letters on a white background was raised, and the number "Tahomaru" was written on it, which should refer to the name of the ship.

"Kukuku, the once-in-a-century deal is about to begin again, a hundred gamblers board the ship, only one can go ashore with wealth, and the rest of the losers will be turned into a feast for us!"

In the navigation room, the mysterious man in a torn trench coat could not see his face clearly, adjusted the captain's hat on his head, and looked at Tokyo Bay not far away, where the lights were bright, how many human souls thirsted for wealth?

"Then again, long time no see. I should call you now... Miss Riko Snake? ”

After the mysterious man finished posing, he turned to look at the other person in the navigation room, the snake who came in turn, he looked at the black silk long-legged trench coat beauty, his eyes were not mixed with lust like ordinary people, but with a little more caution.

"Captain Hawke, your new ship is much more comfortable than the last one, and you've spent a lot of effort at the bottom of the sea, right?"

The long-legged snake looked around, and she seemed to have another purpose, not just to see an old friend who had only appeared once in a hundred years.

"It didn't take much effort, the human war has provided us with a lot of materials, this ship has been treated, it is already a ghost ship that ordinary people turn a blind eye to, and those cannons are not just decorations, they can really fire."

The mysterious man of the captain of Tahomaru, walked to the place where the light shone, its body was roughly the same as that of a human, only a few wriggling octopus tentacles grew on its head, its face was flat, its skin was light purple, and it secreted slippery mucus from time to time, and its two soybean-sized pupils were shining, and the captain's uniform on its body was full of rusty and blackened keys, and it clanked when it walked.

"I just woke up, I'm short of money, and I want to get a job as a dealer on my ship, okay?"

Riko said her purpose, and she picked up the wine glass on the coffee table and took a sip, her throat sliding and her cheeks flushed.

"If you want, sister, I can also exchange my body for money."

The slender index finger poked into the corner of her mouth, stirred and pulled out the transparent liquid, and Riko sat on the sofa and lay on her back, showing her beautiful figure and capital.

Are you kidding? Who doesn't know that you are a beautiful snake that eats people and does not spit out bones, and there are hundreds of monsters that have died under the pomegranate skirt.

The captain known as Hawk secreted a lot of cold sweat, it was just an ordinary big monster, and the gap between it and the superior cultivator in the big demon like Snake Riko was hundreds of millions of points, because the strength division between the monsters was not particularly fine, and they were both big demons, and the difference might be greater than that of a person and a dog.

"Is that enough? It's not enough for you to say a number, I'm fully satisfied. ”

Captain Hawke tore off a few keys and handed them forward with both hands, but all he got was Snake Rinko's shake of his head and refusal.

"I'm going to make money from my work, so let me be a dealer, but... I have a small request. ”

Snake Riko opened Sakura's mouth lightly, and next to Captain Hawke's head, she said a few syllables.

"Understood, do it immediately, a name...", Captain Hawke breathed a sigh of relief, but the next words were sealed by a jade finger, and the snake's hand roamed over Captain Hawke's body, causing it to stiffen and remain motionless.

"That's it, it's not bad as a salary."

The slender jade hand personally took a rusted key from Captain Hawke's back and inserted it into the ravine in his chest, and the figure of the snake Riko melted into the shadows and disappeared in a moment.

"Huh——! It's hard to deal with, but with her, the security level has gone up, right? The old ship was damaged by that gangster god named Yato, and it shouldn't happen again. ”

Captain Hawke hung the key back in his place, and breathed a sigh of relief, as flocks of seagulls landed on the ship, grabbed letters one by one, and flew towards Tokyo.

——

"I'm very sorry, I'm really sorry for the trouble caused to you because of my death."

In the dim and gloomy cheap rental house, Takayuki Sakurai, who is in his thirties, writes a suicide note crookedly in front of the kotatsu table, a tied rope hangs from the chandelier on the ceiling, and the trap sways gently, as if to summon his desperate life.

After graduating from a local university, chasing his dream of becoming an actor halfway, he struggled for more than ten years, but he could only eat a discounted lunch box for 100 yen, and those young people in their early twenties with dreams went to grab the role of group performance, a supporting role with more than two lines has never been experienced, no money, no status, no girlfriend, such a life, life is also painful.

"Yo Xi, you have to cut yourself off, filial piety!"

He put down his pen and got up, cheering himself up, and the next-door neighbor knocked on the wall a few times to show his dissatisfaction.

Boarding the short stool, Takayuki Sakurai tied the rope around his neck with trembling hands, closed his eyes and kicked the stool down.

The rope was tied tightly and firmly tied around his neck, and Takayuki Sakurai kicked his legs uncomfortably, and at this time, a seagull bird flew in from the open window, grabbed a white paper letter and threw it into the house, flapping its wings and flying away.

The people of the electricity and gas billing company have been able to train seagulls to deliver letters?

Sakurai Takayuki was even more desperate when he was dying, and sure enough, he was right to commit suicide, and the work of labor force had to be replaced.

"Click!"

The chandelier above his head could no longer support his weight, and it broke unbearably, and the old lamps and ropes fell off, and Takayuki Sakurai, who had only a little consciousness left, fell on the tatami mat, opened his mouth and closed his eyes and moaned.

"It hurts! Pain! It hurts! ”

He broke free of the rope, took a big breath of fresh air, lay on the tatami mat and looked up at the thin iron frame that had broken in the ceiling, turned sideways, and noticed the letter.

After reading it, let's go diving into the sea, it's not too late.

People who really want to end their lives, a failure can't hit him, Sakurai Takayuki got up and picked up the letter sent by the seagull, there were no stamps on it, only a complicated and refined ship-shaped seal, and a line of small print on the cover.

"Mr. Takayuki Sakurai, personally enlightened."

Confused, he read out the words on the envelope, opened it and took out a blank piece of paper, with a card in the middle.

"Please board the Tahomaru in Tokyo Bay in three days, there is no cost, you will have a chance to get rich overnight, if you agree, please drip blood on the key card, and after signing up, your nearest and dearest person will immediately receive three kilograms of gold."

"The quota for boarding is 100 people, please choose as soon as possible, and the number of people will not be filled."

"Please note that you cannot withdraw after registration, and you will bear the consequences."

Is this a new crime of fraud? Trick people into the boat, and then cut their waists, who will believe it!

Takayuki Sakurai, who is already an old Jianghu, will not believe this kind of thing, but this door card is golden, with a strange battleship cruise ship engraved on the front, and a string of numbers on the back, which is exactly one hundred.

Ninety-nine? Ninety-seven? Am I dazzled?

Takayuki Sakurai saw that this string of numbers was actually changing, rubbed his eyes and opened them again, and the number had dropped to more than eighty.

He had some doubts that he was not dreaming, but the pain of the fall on his body had not yet subsided, and the ghost sent him to the kitchen, and by this time the number had dropped to more than fifty.

Want to try it? I'm going to die anyway, and anyway, if it's true, I'll be able to leave some money for my mother.

Takayuki Sakurai picked up a fruit knife, and the numbers on the card fell quickly, dropping to more than twenty in a breath.

He plucked up his courage and cut a knife on the little finger of his left hand, squeezing out a drop of blood, which dripped on the golden card, and was instantly devoured and absorbed by the battleship cruise ship engraved on the front, and there was no trace on the surface.

And the number of the card stays on one, never moving, as if waiting for a distinguished guest, and the last place is hereby reserved for it.

"Moxi Moxi (greeting), it's me, filial piety."

Takayuki Sakurai made a mobile phone call to his mother in the countryside of Chiba Prefecture.

"Ah, filial piety, you just sent a box of couriers, and I was about to ask you what it is?"

The voice over there was much more energetic than his.

"Take it apart and take a look."

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Takayuki Sakurai came to his senses and instructed.

"Huh?! It's a gold brick! Are you going to be a smuggler in Yakuzha? Where does the money come from to buy gold? Hey, answer me..."

Takayuki Sakurai hung up the phone and looked at the card, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Can you really get rich overnight?"

After a long silence, there was a question in the room, a long time, and a long sigh.

(End of chapter)