MTL - Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover-Chapter 68 There is no death in the world

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At 12:00 in the morning, Sake Internet Cafe in Rice Flower Town.

Yonehara Sakurako came here 20 minutes ago. She hesitated for a long time nearby. Seeing that the interview time was getting closer and closer, she mustered up the courage to enter the Internet cafe.

She is now eighteen years old and has just been admitted to a university in Mikacho. She comes from a single-parent family, and her mother is a maid of the Wakamatsu family in Cupido town. After her mother died, the Wakamatsu family expressed their willingness to adopt her, and the head of the family, President Wakamatsu, also expressed his willingness to pay for her college tuition.

Yonehara Sakurako is very grateful for the kindness of the Wakamatsu family. I'm sorry for always bothering them so much, so I think about doing odd jobs after school.

I don't know why, but inexplicable incidents happened where she went to work:

Her first part-time job was a convenience store. On the first day she got the job, two customers quarreled while queuing. One of them pulled out a fruit knife and stabbed the other. The person who was stabbed died on the spot.

Her second part-time job is a dessert shop. On the fourth day she started working, a couple suddenly quarreled during the meal. The woman suddenly ran out and ran into the road in the middle of the quarrel, and a car hit her directly without braking. , she also died on the spot.

Her third part-time job is a bakery. This accident happened on the seventh day of her job. The bank next door was robbed. The robber accidentally broke into the store with a gun and a handbag full of money and shot An innocent passerby who was blocking the door died. The passerby died in the store because he was not rescued in time.

After looking for three jobs in a row, she was fired because of the accident, which made Yonehara Sakurako wonder if she was cursed.

This Internet cafe notified her after seeing the recruiter by a classmate of hers. The classmate was very sympathetic to her losing two jobs in a row. After seeing the recruitment notice posted on the door after the Internet ended yesterday, she immediately notified her by email. .

"It's alright, most of the people who come to the Internet cafe are otaku who are not aggressive, and there won't be any more deaths." The classmate comforted her kindly.

So Yonehara Sakurako called this Internet cafe and decided to try it after confirming that there was a part-time waiter there.

The front desk clerk of the Internet cafe is an honest-looking man in his early twenties. When he saw Yonehara Sakurako coming in, he pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes fell on the resume in her hand.

"You are Miss Yonehara Sakurako who was interviewed today?" he asked.

"Yes, this is my resume. I have worked in convenience stores, dessert shops and bakeries in the past."

Yonehara Sakurako walked over and handed over a paper resume. The honest male waiter took it and glanced at his work experience: "Why did you quit after working for a few days? Whether it's part-time or full-time here, I hope to find someone who can work for a long time. of."

"Because a little accident happened..." Yonehara Sakurako whispered.

"..." The waiter glanced at her suspiciously. He picked up the phone and said to her, "Wait a minute. I'll ask the boss, it's up to him whether to hire you or not."

Yonehara Sakurako didn't say a word. She listened to the barman and the Internet cafe owner exchange a few words, and then hung up the phone.

"Take your resume, the boss asked you to meet him on the second floor." As he said, he returned the resume to her.

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After Jing Baiye and the subordinates of the information security team finished, they returned to their workstations and started work.

He asked them to check the intranet firewall first, and he took the list of other regional information group members that Yuan Jiaming gave him, and planned to contact others to hold a web conference.

Jing Baiye didn't know how the organization recruited people. Those subordinates who had never met him and were scattered all over Japan were also surprisingly easy to talk to, and their tone was a little trembling. The whole meeting went very smoothly.

Although they are in different urban areas, Jingbaiye still intends to treat them equally. What is the treatment for the members of Mihua Town? What is the treatment for members in other areas. He saw that the mental state of these people was not good during the meeting. Knowing that they had not had a good rest recently, he gave them two days off.

Waiting for everything to be done, it's already noon.

Jing Baiye set working hours from 9:00 am to 18:00 pm, with a one-hour break at noon, but did not say when.

He was about to go out and say that everyone can take a lunch break, when Hasegawa called him at the front desk of the Internet cafe.

"Boss, the person who agreed to interview today has arrived and is now on the first floor."

As a bottom-level member who has been stationed in this Internet cafe for a long time, Hasegawa will not call Jing Baiye's code name or name, only his boss.

"It's already here?" Jing Baiye looked up at the clock, it was exactly 12 o'clock, "It's pretty punctual, how is the person? Is it a man or a woman?"

"It's a very young woman, she seems to be a college student from a nearby school, and her resume is a bit special." Hasegawa's voice was hesitant, "She worked three jobs before, but she quit after a few days."

So unstable and love to change jobs? Jing Baiye asked, "What's the reason?"

"She said it was a little accident."

Jing Baiye didn't understand what this meant: "You ask her to wait for me in the comics area on the second floor, and I'll go down and ask her."

He hung up the phone, walked out of the office, and instructed the others including Yuan Jiaming, "From 12:00 to 1:00 is the lunch break, now you can eat."

"Okay." Yuan Jiaming got up, and when he saw that he was about to go out, he asked strangely, "Are you going down?"

"Someone in the Internet cafe has come to apply for a job. I'll go down and have a look."

Jing Baiye pushed open the glass door and went downstairs. When he arrived at the comics area on the second floor, he saw a young woman with buns sitting on the single sofa in the middle.

She saw him at a glance and got up from the sofa like a spring: "...are you the boss?"

Jing Baiye's appearance is very suitable for his age. At first glance, he looks like an underage boy. Even because of the roundness of his face, he has been regarded as a younger child in the United States and France, where everyone around him looks precocious. .

"I'm the boss here." Jing Baiye walked over and sat on the other single sofa, "Give me your resume."

The Tuanzitou woman reacted and offered her resume with both hands. He took over to look at her name and age first, and then look at her past work experience.

"Miss Yonehara Sakurako?" he shouted, "Why did you quit your first three jobs so quickly?"

Running for a few days at a job might also be due to the poor pay. This is the case for several jobs... He still hopes to find someone who can stabilize, and doesn't want to spend too much time on resigning old people and recruiting new ones.

"Because I always encounter accidents..." Yonehara Sakurako was very aggrieved when she mentioned this, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

When Jing Baiye listened to her narration of her past working experience, her expression gradually changed from curiosity to speechlessness.

"I think I've been cursed by the **** of death. Otherwise, how can I go to work anywhere, and people will die if something happens..."

"You think too much." Jing Baiye interrupted her, "There is no **** of death in the world. It's just that you are unlucky to have an accident wherever you go. It's just an 'accident constitution' at best."

Even if it is an accident physique, at most a few people can be killed, and it is impossible to kill dozens or even hundreds.