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Chapter 390. Novels need logic (4000 words)(1/2)

The North Beijing Festival continues in full swing.

"Taikawa, classmate, thank you for your hard work!" Yoko Morishita bowed to Kitakawaji who walked out of the haunted house.

Here she naturally used the honorific words of the lower-level subordinates to the superiors.

This made Kitakawaji look at the little girl more and nodded.

It's already noon now, and Kitakawaji does not plan to stop eating and stay in the haunted house to fight.

As for the afternoon... the haunted house was completely handed over to Nishikotsu and the others, Kitagawaji didn't have to worry about it for the time being.

After all, he also had an agreement with Shengu to visit the Beijing North Festival in the afternoon.

Fortunately, the character of the haunted house doctor dressed in Kitakawaji was wearing a mask, so he saved the troublesome process of removing makeup.

He was still wearing the clothes of a doctor butcher-like dress in Kitakawaji. He took off the mask and pinched it in his left hand. His right hand was carrying a one-shoulder backpack, which contained the Beijing-Beijing uniform he needed to change.

"I'll go to the bathroom to change my clothes. I may not come here in the afternoon." Kitagawaji said as he lifted his one-shoulder backpack upwards.

"Ah?" Yoko Morishita blinked in surprise.

She had just told the guests who wanted to visit the haunted house that she would come and visit again in the afternoon.

What did Kitakawaji say in the end?

He won't come in the afternoon?

How can this be done?

He is the main actor of the haunted house this time!

Kitagawaji seemed to see his doubts and answered: "Don't worry about the haunted house actors. I just called my friends into the haunted house, and they will be responsible for it later."

"Did Kitagawa even call friends over?" Yoko Morishita was confused after hearing this.

She has been sitting at the door to check in, and there is no such person in her impression that she has ever entered a haunted house.

"I guess you went in through the back door when you were not paying attention. Then you can use the walkie-talkie to notify them, and someone will reply to you." Kitagawaji explained concisely.

This explanation was barely explained. Yoko Morishita hesitated for a while, and nodded to show that he understood.

"Then I'll go change my clothes."

Kitakawaji said with a look of no fluctuation.

"...Okay." Yoko Morishita sat down again and watched Kitagawaji leave.

She still has more than an hour of rest time, so she can take advantage of this time to have a good rest.

"Today...a few people were moved?" Yoko Morishita put away the sign of the haunted house and lay directly on the desk.

I remember she seemed to have moved one or two dozen people.

Yes...

Moved one or twenty people.

During this period, Yoko Morishita's mentality gradually transformed from the initial shock and fear to calm.

No...it is more about numbness than calmness.

She was numb in the end.

Because everyone sent to the haunted house of Beichuan Temple, basically everyone was scared and unconscious and sent out.

Of course, if you are unconscious, you have to be sent to the health care room.

But there are only three or four beds in the health care room.

In the end, the teachers in the medical team couldn't help but speak:

‘Is there something wrong with your haunted house?’

After asking this sentence, Yoko Morishita shook her head repeatedly and made a frantically excuse.

After finally dealing with the teachers there, tourists here rushed up to visit without fear of death.

Yoko Morishita is like a gyro, busy and busy.

Occasionally, one or two people could escape from the haunted house of Beichuan Temple. When they came out again, they were already full of fear. When others came forward, they even hugged their heads and shouted in despair, "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"

Then...

Still sent to the health care room.

So...

Yoko Morishita really felt that it was too difficult for him.

On the one hand, we have to move in and move unconscious tourists, and on the other hand, we have to deal with the strange eyes and questions of the teachers in the medical team. On the other hand, we have to do our duty as a cashier and enter the haunted house.

This morning, Yoko Morishita felt an indescribable feeling of fatigue.

She held up her body, couldn't help but look at the sky outside the corridor and muttered:

"... When will the classmate of the Miyashita come back... I also want to visit the Beijing North Festival."

Originally, she was on duty by the cashier in the afternoon, but was pulled by the classmate of Miyashita and a few classmates on duty in the morning to take the pot and face Kitagawaji.

As a result, those classmates have not yet wanted to come back.

Could it be that this time, I can only spend the North Beijing Festival here and the cashier?

Yoko Morishita sighed.

She is indeed an honest person.

If it were other students, let alone doing so many things, it would be impossible for you to let him stay with Kitakawaji for one morning.

But Yoko Morishita did this, and he might have to guard the haunted house for an afternoon next time.

It is obvious that other people’s Beijing North Festival is pink, but why does it become so boring when she comes to her?

Yoko Morishita was a little helpless.

But no matter how helpless she had to eat, she still needed to eat the food. She reached out to take out the bento placed in the hole in the table, and just planned to take out the chopsticks-

A panting voice came from before:

"Sorry, Morishita, let you take over the class by yourself... I've been waiting for a long time, right? Let's take over next."

"Miyashita classmate?"

Yoko Morishita blinked in surprise.

She thought she was going to be released by these classmates who were afraid of Kitagawa Temple, but she didn't expect that the other party would actually come back at this time.

This undoubtedly made Yoko Morishita feel a sense of surprise. She subconsciously asked, "Have you done your business?"

"...Ahem..." Miyashita's classmate looked away embarrassedly.

What does it mean to finish the work?

They didn't do anything at all.

One morning I was wandering around the Beijing North Festival.

Just now they were still excited about going to the stall to play.

As a result, they bumped into someone they didn't expect—

Kitagawaji was wearing dirty and bloody doctor's clothes.

The following conversation then took place:

Kitakawaji asked coldly: "You should be on duty this morning, right?"

The students in the palace dared not answer a word.

"Now go back to work until the afternoon." Kitagawaji ordered calmly.

It can be said that the group of people from Miyagi were completely driven back to their posts by Kitagawa Temple.

They were not on duty voluntarily.

"Student Morishita goes to enjoy the North Beijing Festival, and I'll leave it to us next." Miyashita said guiltily.

"Oh... Then I'll bother Miyashita." Yoko Morishita was a little stunned by the other party's 'urge to do things' attitude, but she still said thank you before leaving after packing up her lunch box.

There is no need for these people to say at all, Yoko Morishita also wants to enjoy the North Beijing Festival.

only--

"Did Miyashita be so keen on class interests before?" Yoko Morishita was a little confused.

Soon, this doubt was diluted by the lively and cheerful atmosphere of the North Beijing Festival. Yoko Morishita was too lazy to think deeply, and happily ran to the dessert stall he liked and went to buy the desserts he wanted.

Where she didn't notice, after seeing all this happening, Beichuan Temple, who had already changed into Beijing's uniform, quietly integrated into the crowd.

The reason why he helped Yoko Morishita was simple.

Yoko Morishita was just a person who was pulled over to serve the pot. Those who pulled her to serve the pot would definitely not want to work at the Beijing North Festival.

Then these jobs that originally belonged to that group of people fell on Yoko Morishita.
To be continued...
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