The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

Chapter 83 Use the time traveler to defeat the time traveler

Reese seems to be working for Machima as well.

After leaving the KGB, she should have had her bank account frozen—the KGB originally gave her funds, but she still seems to have a lot of money.

It stands to reason that she doesn't make much money working in a coffee shop, but she can pay the rent without batting an eye. It's hard not to wonder if she's working for Machima—and it's paid in advance The kind of salary, otherwise I shouldn't be able to spend so much money.

With such doubts in mind, Mu Bai pushed open the door of Maqima's office during a normal working hour after collecting three days' rent.

"Have you got Lacy to work for you, Miss Marchema?" he asked straight to the point.

"That's right." Machima didn't hide anything, "She's pretty good, and staying in Class 4 can help me solve a lot of troubles...Why, don't you like her?"

"That's not true." Mu Bai shook his head, and touched his bulging wallet again. "As long as she is willing to pay the rent, I have no problem letting her sleep on my floor."

"Yeah, as long as you're happy."

"So... did you 'let' her work for you?" Mu Bai asked again as if he had lost his memory, but this time he deliberately bit the word "let" very strongly.

This time Machima did not answer immediately, but was silent for a moment.

After more than ten seconds of silence, she replied with a smile: "You can understand it as yes, or you can understand it as no - I didn't induce her to change her inner thoughts, but just helped her strengthen her innermost thoughts." Real thoughts."

Hearing this, Mu Bai nodded thoughtfully.

Immediately afterwards, he asked another question: "Then do you pay her a high salary?"

"A bit lower than yours, about the same as Pava's," Mazima replied.

"Did you advance her wages?"

"Well, it was paid in advance for one year."

"One year..."

"what happened?"

"I'm wondering whether to raise her rent."

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After some discussions with Maqima, Mubai finally set the rent at 15000 yen per day.

Compared with the initial price of [-] yen a day, this price is considered a bone price—after all, it is for a long-term stay, and charging [-] yen a day is too much.

But...Of course, if you look at the rent outside, the price of 1.5w is still sky-high.

"Little Bai, it's really too much for you to raise the price." Maqima said with a light smile.

"I think it's okay." Mu Bai frowned slightly, looking at a lot of calculations in the notebook, looking very serious. "This price will not make her unable to pay, and it will not make me lose money. It is the most perfect price."

"Well... as long as you are happy."

"good."

Satisfied, Mubai put away the accounting book, and was already looking forward to the wonderful life of buying a villa by the sea.

But before that, he has one more thing to tell Machima:

"By the way, Miss Marchma, I have an important clue about 'Santa Claus' I want to tell you."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Maqima suddenly became more serious.

"I know what Santa Claus looks like."

"Appearance? In fact, the police also have backups for this."

"No, 'Santa Claus' as you know it is just an elaborate puppet of the 'real Santa Claus'."

"Ok?"

"Actually, the real Santa Claus is not the German devil hunter."

As he said that, Mubai brought the pen and paper from Maqima's table - he had to save some of his pen and paper, otherwise he would have to spend money to buy it when he ran out.

He first drew a circle on the paper.

Then I drew the hair and facial features.

Then came the body and limbs.

Then there are clothes and body characteristics.

At last……

A beauty mole that injects soul into the corner of the mouth.

finished.

"The real Santa Claus looks like this." Mu Bai pointed to the portrait on the white paper, and then silently stuffed the pen into his pocket—Makima's pens are all made of hair, and there are a lot of them at a time. If you don't take it for nothing, you will have to squeeze the company's wool hard.

"Oh~" Mazima picked up the portrait on the table.

This is a very fine artist...

Matchstick Men.

If she guessed correctly, Mu Bai should have learned from the great painter Picasso, and he has fully grasped the essence of abstract art.

"Santa's real name is unknown, and his age should be around 25." Mu Bai added two more important pieces of information.

"Okay." Mazima rolled up the portrait and put it in a drawer, "I'll ask the police simulation portraitist to find you later—in order to get more portraits."

"Okay, the more people there are, the better. Get out a few more as soon as possible. The longer you delay, the easier it is to arouse Santa's vigilance." Mu Bai got up, "Also, it's best not to have too many people who know about this matter, Before Santa Claus gets away."

"Well, I know." Maqima watched Mu Bai leave.

But when the latter was about to open the door, she smiled and said, "By the way, Xiaobai, can you return that pen to me? It's a limited edition I bought myself. If you want a pen, I can Here's a box of plain ones for you."

"..." Mu Bai paused, "Which one...?"

"Huh? Just the one you just took."

"..." Mu Bai took out three pens from his pocket and put them back in their original places.

"..." Mazima was suddenly speechless.

Bang.The door closes.

Machima smiled helplessly.

Xiaobai is really...interesting.

But the portrait painting... Well, I still need to find some portrait artists to paint it.

She finally chose to believe in Mu Bai's abstract paintings.

If it were someone else, they would definitely not want to believe this on the premise that they knew that Mu Bai was a mentally ill person. First, the painting was too abstract. Second, no one else knew the "true face" of Santa Claus, so how could he know it? Woolen cloth?

But Maqima is different, she is willing to believe in Mubai.

She firmly believes that the person in the painting is the true face of Santa Claus.

But there must not be too many people who know about this—use the information gap to catch Santa before she knows he has been exposed, so that the success rate will be higher.

"Who should I send..."

On the other side of Tokyo, a master who didn't know his true colors had been exposed came to a remote warehouse.

She gently took off the thick gloves, and took out a sharp dagger from her pocket.

The dagger slashed across her fingertips, and a few drops of blood immediately spilled out, but she didn't feel the slightest pain - her fingers had lost the sense of touch and pain.

While the blood was falling on the ground, she made a strange gesture with her bloody left hand, and then recited an obscure "spell".

Not long after, the few drops of blood on the ground spread to the surroundings as if they were self-propagating, and finally formed a strange circle—it looked like a spell, or something like a magic circle.

The woman with a pretty face but a weak and pale complexion stood in the center of the "magic circle", and put the last drop of blood on her fingertips to her feet.

The next moment, a strange voice spanning two dimensions sounded:

"Who is it... a puppet..."

"It's me." The master replied calmly, "I want to sign a contract with you, demon of hell."

"No need to discuss, just offer sacrifices..."

"No, I want to confirm one thing with you this time."

"you say……"

"You can connect the two worlds, the human world and the hell world, right?"

"certainly……"

"Then do you have a way to connect the human world and other worlds except the hell world?"

The voice fell, and the warehouse was silent for a long time.

It wasn't until the "magic circle" on the ground began to retract that the demon of hell slowly replied: "Yes... but I can't guarantee which world it will be connected to... and I can only call the life over there, but I can't send this world to you." The lives on the side are sent over..."

Hearing this, the master nodded thoughtfully. "That's fine, what sacrifice do you need?"

"The same contract content as before..."

"Well, are there any additional conditions?"

"I can't guarantee that something will be summoned... No matter what it is, the sacrifice will be paid..."

"no problem."

With the falling of the last syllable of the master, the "magic circle" on the ground just disappeared.

She already had an incomplete plan in mind.

Since it is difficult to find an existence in this world who can ignore that man and kill Machima directly, then...

Find it in another world.

Chapter 84 Master's Summons from Another World

Tokyo seemed suddenly quiet.

There are no foreign killers looking for trouble, no agents or spies hiding in the shadows and doing petty tricks disgusting people

Mu Bai spent several days of peaceful life in such a comfortable way.

It was not until the early morning of the weekend that he met the long-lost demon.

He just woke up and saw the demon as soon as he opened his eyes.

The other party was lying on top of him, threatening to eat him.

"I am the devil of getting up! I was born of man's fear of getting up!"

"There is no office worker who is not afraid of getting out of bed! And office workers are the largest number of people in the world!"

"I have super strength! I am indestructible! And indestructible at the same time! I am the strongest demon! Invincible demon!"

Mu Bai yawned.

Half an hour later, Mu Bai poured two spoonfuls of salt into the pot, and the breakfast was considered ready.

Reese sat at the dining table early, and the bedding and clothes were neatly arranged and meticulous.She has always been very serious about everything in life.

In contrast, Pava, who was still wearing pajamas and exposed most of his right shoulder because of the slipping of the pajamas, rubbed his eyes with his left hand and scratched his butt with the right, and yawned non-stop, looked much more sloppy.

In ancient times, a person like her would definitely be a lazy person who didn't have enough to eat... Oh no, a lazy woman.

"Eat, eat, eat~" The lazy woman took the spoon from Mu Bai's hand naturally, and then just filled a large bowl full of stewed meat for herself.

But just when she was about to start, she suddenly felt something was wrong with the meat in front of her.

This meat...why is it so black?

Smells weird too?

"Money-greedy devil, you probably didn't buy expired meat, did you? Or did you buy expired meat on purpose to save money?! My uncle paid for your breakfast!"