All my hunting commissions come from another world?

Bai pulled out a slip of paper from somewhere, with contact information on it.

Zhou Si took out her phone and added the contact information, intending to continue looking at other tasks, but to her surprise, the friend request was accepted almost immediately.

Godzilla: Who are you?

Godzilla?

Looking at this ID, Zhou Si was a little confused. Was the poor girl Godzilla locked up by King Ghidorah?

Maybe she's just a girl who likes Brother.

[Wait for me to cook first]: I am a hunter, and I have received your request.

[Godzilla]: Commission?

The girl over there seemed a little confused; she had never posted any requests before.

【Godzilla】: What kind of commission is this?

[Wait for me to cook first]: The request says you are currently imprisoned and need help?

Zhou Si asked tentatively, then turned to look at Bai.

"Xiaobai, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"No way! It must be this person!"

Bai nodded firmly. The Hunter's Book wouldn't make a mistake like this, so Zhou Si turned her attention back to her phone and waited for a reply.

Godzilla: !!!

【Godzilla】: Yes, I'm locked up now. Can you help me?

In a closed room, the girl clasped her hands together and silently apologized to her brother in her heart. Then, she looked expectantly at the screen in front of her, her red eyes filled with longing for the outside world and curiosity about this stranger.

How did he know he was locked up... cough cough, unable to get out?

Zhou Si, on the other end, was somewhat unclear as to why the other party's attitude had changed so drastically all of a sudden, but the willingness to communicate was a good start.

【Wait for me to cook first】: I might be able to help you. Tell me about your specific situation.

Zhou Si typed out the message and sent it; he had decided to accept the commission.

After all, he couldn't stay away from gathering hall missions forever, so he decided to try out the easiest one first.

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pypypypypy is back again.

Synopsis: The First Prince to Marry for a Royal Marriage: A complete newbie, just transmigrated, the Empress sitting on the dragon throne just said she would send me, the eldest prince, to the grasslands for a royal marriage.

The Broken Dungeon Lord: Thanks for the invitation. I just transmigrated to a classic Western fantasy dungeon, with things like it has taken over the land and is harming humanity, blah blah blah. But it's about to be sent away, and the expedition team is on its way. The previous one was scared to death.

Little Lord of the World of Suffering: Heh... I just transmigrated and found myself already on my way to be exiled to the frontier to die.

Cthulhu's Great Believer: Having just transmigrated, she is a follower of Cthulhu, is Cthulhu, and is also Cthulhu. She is a 1.5-meter-tall, dark green-haired, barefoot loli.

She'd transmigrated, gained a system, but the system had run away and moved to a different chat group. Xia Yu, a newly converted Cthulhu follower, looked at the group of unlucky souls and the Cthulhu members clamoring to go out and play, and with a wave of her hand—

Open the door! Off-field assistance!

Chapter Two: It Seems Like an Old Friend Has Returned

Tokyo, a city of extravagance and decadence.

But behind the city's prosperity lies the blood and sweat of countless ordinary people. The dazzling neon lights dazzle and attract countless people, only to be ultimately buried by the city's cruelty.

It was only February, and the winter chill hadn't yet left. Most people on the street were still wrapped in bulky cotton-padded coats, not to mention it was still nighttime. Even in bustling Tokyo, there weren't many pedestrians on the streets.

But among them, a young figure dressed in a single layer of clothing was squatting by the roadside, seemingly talking to himself.

People around instinctively avoided this guy. After all, there are quite a few young people who suffer mental breakdowns due to excessive pressure these days. Everyone has their own life, and if they rashly go over to help, they might end up getting into trouble.

It's just a pity, this young man is quite good-looking and has a good physique.

"Bai, should we try looking somewhere else?"

Zhou Si looked at the content on his phone, feeling uncomfortable under the strange looks from those around him. Bai poked its little head out from the shoulder bag behind it and whispered in Zhou Si's ear.

"Boss, but we still haven't found out where Erii is being held, meow?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Si immediately put on a mask of pain.

After deciding to take on Godzilla's commission, Zhou Si immediately began asking her about her situation.

The good news is that Godzilla was very cooperative. This girl named Erii Uesugi told Zhou Si her personal information, such as her name, birthday, and hobbies, without any suspicion.

But the bad news is...

[Wait for me to cook first]: Do you know where you're being held?

【Godzilla】：(°ー°〃) I don’t know.

[Wait for me to cook first]: Do you know who locked you up?

【Godzilla】：(。﹏。) Hmm...I don't know.

【Wait for me to cook first】: Uh, how do I find you?

【Godzilla】：o(╥﹏╥)o Sorry...

[Wait for me to cook first]: No need to apologize... I'll find a way to find you.

【Godzilla】: Thank you! You're a good person!

That's how it is. Although the girl was very cooperative, she seemed to know very little about her current situation, which meant that Zhou Si could only find her with extremely few clues.

These few clues consist of a photograph and a little yellow duck.

On the photograph, Erii is kneeling in front of the television, her long crimson hair flowing down her shrine maiden outfit onto the tatami mat. She holds a controller in her hand, and there are still some snack crumbs left at the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes held a hint of panic, like that of a small animal, as she looked at the camera. Judging from the time displayed in the lower right corner of the TV screen, it was already quite late.

Judging from this photo alone, Erii doesn't appear to be imprisoned.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see a slight sense of incongruity.

For example, in this photo that almost covers the entire room, this cozy room has no windows?

Moreover, Erii's face had a sickly pale color.

The only other clue is that she was in a very, very, very tall building.

Erii used several superlatives to describe it, and in a country like Japan that is prone to earthquakes, Zhou Si could only think of Tokyo as a place with the financial resources to build high-rise buildings.

"This isn't it either..."

Zhou Si looked at the X sent by Erii on the screen and rubbed her hair in distress.

If only we could fly, with his speed, he could tour the whole of Japan in just a few hours.

Unfortunately, in order not to cause panic among the locals, Zhou Si could not deploy his gun wings, nor could he move at a speed beyond that of an ordinary person. This made his search progress very slow. Half a day had passed and he had not even finished exploring half of Tokyo.

As it turns out, Japan is actually larger than I imagined, at least much larger than a certain country known for being small.

And it was only then that Zhou Si realized a problem.

"Xiaobai, we don't seem to have any identification or money. Are we going to have to sleep on the streets tonight?"

This is modern society. Money is fine, but without identification, you can hardly move an inch. As an unregistered resident, Zhou Si couldn't even find a place to stay.

It opened its mouth but could only meow twice; it was just a cute, weak, and helpless Palico.

"Xiao Bai, how about we go perform on the street?"

"Boss, it seems like you need a permit to perform here, meow."

Bai pointed to a sign that read "Unauthorized street performances are prohibited." The man and the cat looked at each other and then let out a long sigh.

Just as Zhou Si was about to get up and leave, a tall figure came up in front of him.

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"Young Master, there seems to be a mentally ill person over there."

On the streets of Tokyo, a burly man with a fierce face seemed to have discovered something interesting and said with some surprise.

A guy who goes out in a shirt on a day with temperatures only a few degrees Celsius, and who squats by the roadside talking to himself, is hard to miss, especially since he is also quite good-looking.

Another burly man in a suit chimed in with a sigh, "What a pity. This kid is really good-looking. If he were a little more mentally sound, he could be a gigolo. His muscular physique would probably be very popular."

"That's it."

"Shut up."

The young man in the lead reprimanded them softly, and the two immediately shut their mouths. Yuan Zhisheng rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. It was true that they were gangsters, but it was too embarrassing to talk about such things in the street.

These days, things aren't peaceful, so as the newly appointed director of the executive department, he naturally had to take the lead. He was so busy running around that he was starting to feel a bit mentally exhausted.

These two clowns, on the other hand, kept cracking jokes as if they had inexhaustible energy. In that case, let them work overtime more often from now on.

"But young master, that guy doesn't seem to feel cold at all wearing so few clothes in this weather. Is it possible that he's also..."

The burly man in the suit, Crow, paused. Genji listened to him and realized that there was some truth to what he said. In addition, given the man's rather outstanding appearance, the probability that he was a mixed-race person was not low.

After all, these hybrid dragons, besides their special abilities known as "word magic," are characterized by their outstanding physical abilities and superhuman appearance.

As for something as ethereal as Blood's Sorrow, a normal person wouldn't be able to tell at a glance that you're a 'lone star destined for misfortune,' right?

After considering this possibility, the expressions of Genjiro and the other two became more serious.

"Young Master, should we notify headquarters?"

The fierce and burly man, Yasha, asked in a low voice. Genji thought for a moment and then shook his head slightly. After all, it wasn't certain yet, and there was no need to go to great lengths.

If that person hadn't looked mentally unstable and resembled those mixed-race individuals who had recently caused trouble, Genji wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

But if they happen to run into them, they might be able to follow the clues and find out why those mixed-race people have recently gone out of control.

"Crow, why don't you go and test the waters first?"

Genji quickly made a decision: the Yaksha was too frightening-looking; it would be better to send the more human-like crow to communicate with the man first. If it was discovered that his symptoms were the same as those of the hybrids...

"As you command, young master."

The crow responded respectfully, then strode over to the young man.

"Young man, what are you doing here all by yourself?"

Just as Zhou Si was about to stand up, a burly man speaking fluent, off-key Japanese came up to him. Looking up, the man was 'friendly' and looked at him, as if he was about to ask him if he wanted to go somewhere to have some fun.

"What's the matter with you?"

Although the person in front of him didn't look like a good person, Zhou Si didn't want to get into a conflict with an ordinary person. Besides, apart from dressing like a gangster, speaking like a gangster, and having a bit of a bloody smell, he hadn't done anything bad.

But the smell of blood on him seemed a bit strange.

Compared to Zhou Si's vigilance, after hearing his perfectly normal answer, Crow carefully examined his eyes to confirm that he was mentally sound and had no bloodline disorder. While somewhat disappointed, Crow also breathed a sigh of relief.

While it's still uncertain whether this person is of mixed race, they certainly aren't one of those out-of-control individuals.

"I was just worried that you might run into some bad guys because I saw you out alone dressed so lightly."

After confirming that Zhou Si was not a safety hazard, Crow's tone became noticeably more relaxed, and he struck up a conversation with Zhou Si in a very familiar manner.

"You seem like a bad guy to me."

Zhou Si silently complained in her heart, but on the surface she still gave a fake thank you.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm healthy and not afraid of the cold."

"Judging from your accent, you're not a local, are you? Are you a tourist in Tokyo?"

The crow narrowed its eyes slightly. This was also a very strange point. Zhou Si's choice of words and sentence structure was too formal. At first glance, he didn't seem to be Japanese, but rather someone from that big country next door.

"I guess so. I actually came to Tokyo to look for someone."

Zhou Si scratched his head somewhat shyly, but at that moment, his stomach rumbled rather inappropriately.

"Hey buddy, haven't you eaten anything?"

Zhou Si was now in a real awkward situation. He had been in this world for most of the day and hadn't eaten anything yet, so he was indeed a bit hungry.

Crow's expression turned strange. A foreigner who came to Tokyo looking for someone, only had a shirt left and hadn't eaten. Could this kid have been scammed by some thug? That's rather pitiful.

"Keep this on, and let's grab something to eat while we're at it."