In the evening, the setting sun dyes the sky red, bathing the entire Tokyo in warm red glow.
While waiting for the train to Sendagaya on the platform of Yotsuya Station, Fujiwara Izaya opened the Onnyōryo APP on his mobile phone to check the nearby ghost removal requests.
With a few swipes of his fingertips, he found that in the entire 23 wards of Tokyo, there were only three E-class commissions during this time period, with a reward of 30,000-50,000 yen.
well……
The business of exorcising spirits could originally be profitable, but after the exorcists got involved, they gradually turned into serving the people.
Just when Rin Fujiwara was about to take on an E-level commission in Shibuya, his account suddenly received a private message.
[Shimada: Master Fujiwara, I have a friend who needs to issue a commission. The reward will be based on performance, up to 5 million yen. I wonder if you are interested in taking it? 】
It's a private message from a repeat customer.
Fujiwara Izaya thought for a moment and replied with two questions.
[Fujiwara: What are the specific needs and what is the difficulty rating of the commission? 】
[Shimada: I don’t know the specific content, but the commission rating is C. I have her contact number here. Master Fujiwara can contact her personally to inquire about the situation. 】
It must be explained.
The most intuitive reference data for measuring a spirit removal commission is the commission’s rating.
The lowest E-level commissions deal with some low-level monsters or newly formed ghosts.
This kind of little thing can't kill people, and adult men with strong yang energy can even kill them directly. Even if the old, weak, women and children are repulsed by them, they will suffer a serious illness at most. The risk is low, and the reward is naturally low.
When it reaches D level, it means that the danger level has reached a life-threatening level. What you have to face are usually middle-level monsters or wraiths that have just transformed from ghosts. Only practitioners who have reached the middle level of strength can complete it with confidence.
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C-level commissions require upper-level practitioners to face them alone. This kind of commission usually deals with high-level monsters, extremely ferocious ghosts and even more terrifying urban legends. It is very difficult and dangerous, and you will die if you are not careful.
, it might even cause widespread casualties.
Fujiwara Izaya faces a C-level commission, which requires the use of demonic powers, which risks exposing his identity.
After weighing the pros and cons, and considering that he had picked up a bead that could eliminate demonic power, he could not resist the temptation of money and directly dialed the other party's contact number, intending to find out the details first.
"Hello, Asakusa Shrine is at your service..."
"It's not convenient for me to talk on the phone at the moment. Please discuss the specific entrustment content in detail on the 30th of this month. The meeting address will be sent via text message later. Toot—"
A very cold female voice, like the running water of a mountain stream in the cold and steep season of spring.
After hanging up the phone, I turned back to the commission page I had just browsed. All three commissions had been snatched away.
well……
If you continue like this, removing the spirit will be worth the price of cabbage!
"The train has arrived."
"Passengers please wait outside the yellow line and follow the principle of first getting off before getting on..."
Before the announcement in the station had finished, the yellow-painted Chuo Line tram stopped with a high-decibel braking sound. The crowd began to commotion, and the airflow stirred up Fujiwara Izaya's bangs.
Under the fluttering hair, his eyebrows looked slightly frivolous, with a hint of cynicism.
Fujiwara Izaya pushed down his bangs, his temperament became elegant again, and then he blended into the ordinary passengers and disappeared on the platform.
A few minutes later, the phone received an address, which was a bar in Asakusa where he had performed.
The sunset slowly falls.
A flock of crows flew from the western sky and passed by the Odakyu Department Store. A few fallen feathers fluttered lightly in the wind.
Arrive at the station and get off.
Facing the platform of Sendagaya Station, the tortoise-shell silver roof of Tokyo Stadium was shimmering in the sunset, like the crystal-clear roof of a certain Asuka schoolmate who did not want to be named, which violated school rules.
nail……
With some incomprehensible thoughts, Fujiwara Izaya wrapped himself tightly in his school uniform and walked alone into the deep exit tunnel.
Meiji Park is located just opposite Sendagaya Station. It is a large national park. This area is the greenest place in Tokyo, and parks such as Yoyogi Park and Shinjuku Gyoen are located here.
After leaving the station, I bought two sandwiches for dinner at the convenience store in front of the station. Fujiwara Izaya came to the park gate and spent 200 yen on the park ticket.
There were many tourists in the park on Friday, mostly couples or families.
He was following a couple.
The couple held each other's arms, hugging each other closely, and from time to time they whispered into each other's ears.
After walking for a while, Fujiwara Izaya felt a little tired and tired.
There happened to be a vending machine on the roadside, so he stopped and bought a bottle of matcha drink for 150 yen.
After unscrewing the bottle cap and taking a few sips, I was greeted by the unique bitterness of tea, which was later sweetened and tasted pretty good.
I looked at the time and saw that it was only five o'clock. I still had half an hour before I could meet the person selling a second-hand Honda Coyote.
Not in a hurry to join in the fun, Fujiwara Izaya simply sat down on a bench by the roadside and slowly ate the sandwich he just bought.
Next to the Priest Stadium opposite, there is a small baseball field surrounded by barbed wire, where a group of teenagers are playing a baseball game. Outside the barbed wire, there is a middle-aged man taking a camera to take pictures, and several crows are squatting on it, chasing each other with their black eyes.
Following the trajectory of a baseball flying.
Fujiwara Izaya had no interest in or understanding of baseball, nor did he find the crows that were infested in Tokyo interesting.
He just ate and watched something casually to pass the boring time.
Next to me, two people who were also watching were discussing the situation of the game, and technical terms such as strikeouts, bases loaded, home runs, catches, etc. were passed around from time to time, which made them confused.
After watching for a while, after finishing the sandwich, Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his legs and began to look at the clear sky.
It was a clear spring evening, with the atmosphere of dusk floating around. The sky in the west was like a thin and translucent salmon fillet, with bright and bright fire clouds drifting overhead.
“The sunset is so beautiful!”
Among a group of students passing by, a cute girl with short hair exclaimed.
Very beautiful indeed.
Fujiwara Izaya took out his mobile phone and took a photo of Huo Shaoyun.
I kind of want to share it with someone.
I held my phone and stared at the screen for a long time. There were only two contacts in my mailbox...
One is Ikeda Seiji.
The other one is named Xia Xili, a black silk lady, the sole heir of the Xia Xi Consortium, and his godmother.
Give it to the little monk, it’s not worth it!
Send it to my aunt, lest she misunderstand that I don’t want to work hard.
never mind.
Let’s take a look at Line’s friend interface…
Well, there is only one Asuka Kasahara.
I don’t even want to talk about this!
Fujiwara Izaya shook his head, packed up the sandwich bag, and prepared to get up and leave.
"Bang~!"
A baseball jumped over the barbed wire fence and rolled to his feet.
"Hey, classmate~!"
Fujiwara Izaya looked up.
"Please help us throw the ball back." The people inside shouted.
He bent down to pick up the ball and threw it back into the barbed wire fence. The teenagers waved their hats to him in thanks.
After saying goodbye to the baseball boy, Fujiwara Izaya walked into the Meiji Park flea market. The sharp spring breeze in April blew his hair, and crows flew over his head again.