This thing about me becoming a girl

The process was very quick, and the moment the door was smashed, the North Island Crow rushed in.

Huang Mao fell to the ground and clutched his stomach, his expression painful, and the moment he rushed in, Bei Dao Ya pulled out a soft rubber stick and hit him on the ear.

Huangmao covered his ears and howled miserably. The North Island Crow stood in front of him, bent over, and slammed the soft rubber stick at his mouth quickly and fiercely, without stopping. They were all spattered with blood, and the black eyes under the mask gleamed with a chilling hostility.

She didn't stop until Huang Mao's mouth was full of blood, and there were few teeth left.

At this time, the area around Huangmao's mouth was almost smashed, bloody and bloody, with teeth and blood scattered all over the floor.

He wanted to howl but could no longer yell out loud, wanted to cover his mouth with his hand but didn't dare to touch it because of the severe pain, so he could only whimper in pain.

Bei Dao Crow straightened up and panted heavily, the soft black rubber stick in his hand was dripping bright red, and the yellow hair was writhing like a bug repellent on the ground because of the severe pain.

She looked up into the room, where the table in the living room was covered with empty beer bottles.

Bei Dao Crow looked at the beer bottles, clenched his leather-gloved hands, then put the soft rubber stick into the cuff of his sportswear, turned and walked out the door.

She picked up the double-headed hammer still on the ground and walked into the room.

At this time, Huang Mao had turned over and lay on the ground, his face was twisted, his hands reached the floor in front of him, and he crawled slowly, as if he wanted to escape.

Bei Dao Ya raised the hammer high, and slammed it down on his palm that was straight forward. There was a sound of bone shattering, and the floor cracked and shook.

Huang Mao's eyes were bulging, and his face was covered with blood and blue veins covered his forehead. He curled up and held his right hand tightly on his stomach, as if he wanted to scream or vomit, his bloody mouth whimpered indistinctly.

"Fuck... ah..."

Bei Daoya took out the old mobile phone and typed on the keyboard. A moment later, a cold, mechanical female voice sounded.

"listen."

The North Island Crow was ready to enter again, but Huang Mao was still struggling in pain.

She squatted down, picked up the double-headed hammer and clubbed it in front of Huangmao's eyes.

"Take a deep breath, be quiet, and listen to me."

The eyes under Bei Dao Crow's mask were indifferent, and Huang Mao looked at the thick black octagonal hammer that was still stained with blood in front of his eyes, and immediately nodded with pain.

The phone rang again a moment later.

"If you appear on this street again, I will make you unable to stand up again. Even if you go to the police, don't forget that I remember your face, understand?"

Huangmao nodded quickly.

Immediately, Bei Dao Ya stood up slowly, picked up the double-headed hammer and left the apartment.

60. Small restaurant

In the Senhua branch in Banqiao District, it was noon at this time. Although the bank was not crowded, it was still quite a lot, and the seats in the waiting area were almost half full.

The sound of conversation at the counter, the sound of footsteps on the clean floor, and the sound of people sitting buried in the waiting area pointing their fingers at the screen mixed together and kept ringing.

It wasn't too quiet, but there was no noise. They were all quietly doing their own things and waiting for their numbers to be announced.

Bei Daoya came in wearing a uniform, looked around a few times, and after a while, a woman in work clothes walked towards her.

With a smile on her face, the female staff first bent over, then raised her head and asked, "Good afternoon, do you need any help?"

"Good afternoon." Bei Daoya also bent down to respond, and then said, "Apply for a bank card."

"Do you have any relevant documents?"

Bei Daoya nodded lightly, and took out his student ID card.

"Please follow me." The female staff turned around and led the way, and Bei Daoya followed.

After filling out the ordinary deposit application form, she went to the number machine to get the number, and when she came back, she handed the number slip to Bei Daoya.

"Please go to the waiting area with the form and number slip and wait for a while, waiting for the call from counter No. [-]."

After she finished speaking, she bent over and turned to leave.

Bei Daoya went to the waiting area and sat down, looking at the inside of the bank without much movement. After looking around naturally, she lowered her head and played with her mobile phone like everyone else in the waiting area.

She browsed the forum and clicked on a post from time to time, she thought.

The open counter is not covered with explosion-proof windows, and there is no effective isolation item. The distance between the two parties is a counter table less than half a meter, and the other party can be reached with one hand.

It looks dangerous, but it is actually like this in banks all over Japan.

Some Japanese people's understanding of this is that the evil capitalism has made his people live in dire straits, and his people have lost their wolfishness. Who has the courage to rob banks!

However, Bei Daoya's understanding is that there is no difference between installing bulletproof glass or not.

Because once a premeditated robbery does occur, bulletproof glass cannot stop it.

For example, the robbers rushed into the bank and took the hostages present. You are limited to take out cash and walk out within 1 minute, and shoot one second later.

Suppose you were a bank clerk who was in a safe state inside the bulletproof window at that time, whether you handed it in or not, and whether you gave it or not.

In this case, there is really no other choice.

The internal security training of all banks in the world is the same. After encountering a robbery, the employees first protect their own safety. What the robbers say and do, delay the time depending on the situation, and fully cooperate without brains. The problem is not what you think about, it is handed over to the police.

Bulletproof glass is like an illusory sense of security, and it also wastes costs. Moreover, banks in many countries are managed automatically, and there is no cash balance at the counter. less money.

Therefore, most national bank counters do not have bulletproof glass cages.

In fact, from the moment he came in, Bei Daoya kept looking at this small bank from the corner of his eyes, she recalled.

Although the exterior wall of the bank is a glass curtain wall that allows one to see the interior at a glance, it has shutters that can be closed to block the outside view.

Not far behind the counter is a thick silver-black rectangular vault explosion-proof door. Four mechanical columns are combined to form a whole structure embedded in the door. Next to the stainless steel wheel is a rotating pointer combination lock.

"N+1" triple management?

Contrary to Bei Daoya's expectations, it is not an optical fingerprint device.

However, it is understandable, after all, it is only a small bank with a small scale.

Then "N+1" is sure to have a time lock.

Bei Daoya looked at the phone, gradually forming pictures of the bank's interior in his mind.

At this time, a staff member walked past Bei Dao Ya, walked outside the bank, took a packaging bag from a mother-in-law who was about 50 or [-] years old, and then walked into the bank quickly.

She passed in front of the North Island Crow, and another staff member joked softly after seeing the packaging bag in her hand.

"Aren't you tired of it? Eat this every day."

Hearing this, the employee carrying the packaging bag smiled: "Zhonghua cold noodles are the essence!"

After speaking, she quickly walked into the innermost staff lounge.

Bei Daoya was thinking about the name on the brown paper packaging bag, and her eyes were full of thought.

"Ma Po dish."

At this time, the voice of the counter broadcasting her number sheet sounded, and Bei Daoya got up and went to the counter.

After completing the formalities and filling in the address, the bank staff gave Bei Daoya a passbook and informed that the bank card would be delivered to the apartment in a week.

Bei Daoya nodded and left the bank.

In the afternoon, in a small restaurant with exotic decoration a few streets away from Banqiao Senhua, maroon wooden chairs and square round tables are neatly and orderly placed in this small space , the hands of the lucky cat on the counter at the door kept shaking back and forth.

This is a very ordinary Chinese restaurant run by a very ordinary Chinese couple. This is not uncommon in Tokyo. There are more or less small restaurants like this every one or two streets.

It was not time for dinner yet, and there were not many people in the small restaurant. The lady proprietress was counting the bills at the counter, while the boss was earnestly wiping the table aside.

The two are talking in Chinese.

"A few takeaway orders were delivered on time today, and another order was complained about overtime. Why are some mothers-in-law working as food delivery staff? What about young people?"

The boss bent over and blew ashes on the table, then continued to wipe his head without turning back and said, "No way, Japan lacks human resources, and food delivery can't develop, so it can't be compared with our hometown."

The proprietress thought for a while: "Then why don't we rely on the platform and hire a delivery person ourselves, isn't it the case in most restaurants that offer delivery services?"

The boss put down the clean towel, stood up and clapped his hands, then turned around and said, "Who are you hiring? The labor cost is so high, and they are all restaurants. We are restaurants."

"You can recruit a student, just take it as a part-time job and pay by the hour."

"The hourly salary is not much different from other easy jobs. Where can you find a student to do this?"

While the two were talking, Bei Dao Ya slowly opened the door and walked into the restaurant called "Ma Po Cai".

After Bei Daoya came out of this restaurant, the two parties had already discussed it. One hour at noon and two hours in the afternoon, both were in the meal time period. During work, she was equipped with a bicycle and packed her lunch. I wanted to pack it, but because Bei Daoya wanted to go home for dinner at night, I refused.

They're a nice couple.

As for the reason why he wanted to be a food delivery boy, Bei Daoya said that he felt that he was too thin and wanted to move around more to exercise his body and make money by the way.

Sitting on the tram, Bei Daoya considered whether to tell Bei Daojiu about his part-time job, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

Because she knew that 80.00% would not agree, especially if it was a job like a food delivery person, and even if she agreed in the end, she would probably be thinking about things in fear every day.

For example, what to do if Bei Daoya fell off his bicycle, or what to do if he was made difficult by the takeaway person, so it is estimated that the phone messages sent every day to inquire will not stop.

Anyway, it’s not too long, one hour at noon is also a lunch break, and one is allowed to leave school during the lunch break in Zhichun, and Bei Daojiu still hasn’t got off work two hours after school ends in the afternoon, so there is still time to go home.

After returning home, Bei Daojiu was not off work at this time. Bei Daoya walked into the living room wearing slippers, and the big white cat was feeding the little black cat in a cardboard box in the corner. with.

Bei Dao Ya took out the cat food that Bei Dao Jiu bought from the cabinet under the TV, opened it, poured some into the cat bowl in front of the cardboard box, and then poured some warm water into it.

After doing this, she came to the table and sat down, took out a pen and paper, and drew the contents of her memory on the white paper.

Ten minutes later, she looked at the bank's internal structure with rough lines on the paper, including the employees who appeared today.

Not enough, too little is known.

61. These

On May 5, it has been three days since Bei Daoya became the delivery boy of the small Chinese restaurant called "Ma Po Cai".

I’m not very tired during work. The development of the food delivery industry in Japan is not very good. Either I take the initiative to eat in restaurants, or I bring my own bento, and there are convenience stores everywhere. It takes more time to go than the starting point. Wait, it's better to take two steps to the convenience store, so there are very few people ordering takeaway, just ordering that much a day, not to mention that Beidaoya is not a platform to place orders, but just a deliveryman for a restaurant.

Bei Daoya rides a bicycle through the streets and alleys, wearing a safety helmet on his head, and sports pants on his upper body and uniform, which is a bit weird, but the soft black hair swaying in the wind behind his head looks weird There is also some spring breath.

She stopped in front of Banqiao Senhua's door, took out her mobile phone and made a call, and it was connected after a while.

"Ms. Saito, the cold noodles you ordered have arrived, and I'm at the door now."

Although there are not many orders delivered by Bei Dao Crow every day, Saito is absolutely indispensable among them. She is a diehard fan of Mapo Cuisine, especially the cold noodles inside, but due to work reasons, she can only take shifts at noon. 40 minutes is used for eating, and it may not be enough time to go to the restaurant and return, so I order takeaway at noon every day.