The clothes were neat and tidy, and had not been torn to shreds by stray cats, dogs or other creatures.

"Turn around right now!"

Fujiwara Chika blushed and quickly called out.

Amamiya Natsuki turned around: "Should I wait for you inside the shop?"

"do not want!"

Lord Zhu and Fujiwara Chika said in unison.

Night was about to fall, and there wasn't a single shadow on the street. Even if there were shadows, there was the worry that they might be human or ghosts. In short, no one wanted Amamiya Natsuki to leave.

"Then what are you dawdling for?" Amamiya Natsuki took the initiative. "Hurry up and get dressed."

"..."

Amamiya Natsuki naturally wouldn't go far. She turned around, took a couple of steps, and then stopped to keep watch. The rustling sound of clothes being put on could be heard behind her.

Lady Zhu Zhu was holding a flashlight to provide light for Qianhua; since they were all girls, there was no need to avoid her.

After a while.

"Phew~ all dressed up."

Fujiwara Chika let out a soft sigh of relief, and her voice finally became cheerful.

Amamiya Natsuki turned around and saw Fujiwara Chika pinning a ribbon to her bangs.

"And my ultra-black bow tie! Other clothes can be less, but the ultra-black bow tie is a must-have." As he spoke, the Secretary fastened the bow tie, put his hands on his hips, and proudly raised his chin. "Fully recharged on the spot!"

Lady Zhu asked curiously, "Is a bow really that important?"

Natsuki Amamiya said beside her:

"Because that is the true form of Chika."

"What is the true form?"

"It's like the magic wand in your hand; once you lose it, you'll be stripped of your magical girl status."

"..."

Having successfully avoided the wardrobe malfunction by dressing neatly, Fujiwara Chika quickly became worried about the safety of the others.

"Natsuki, do you have any news about Kaguya-chan and the others?"

"I asked Fujiwara Chika."

“No.” Natsuki Amamiya shook her head. “When I teleported into the dungeon, Zhu Zhu was the only person with me.”

The team is only half complete; Kaguya, Umi, and Hayasaka, the spy maid who goes by the alias Hanamori, are still missing.

Fujiwara Chika said with a worried tone:

"Shall we go find everyone?"

“Finding people requires a clear goal and direction.” Natsuki Amamiya said calmly, “We don’t know yet if Kaguya and the others are being haunted by ghost stories and wandering around aimlessly. The chances of them finding everyone by chance are too low, and the town is not safe.”

"Where's the paper airplane?"

Lord Zhu whispered from the side.

“There’s only one paper airplane.” Natsuki Amamiya shook her head again. “Kaguya and the others didn’t have any.”

"If only we had a cell phone." Fujiwara Chika pursed her pink lips, looking troubled, and looked up. "What can we do now? We can't just do nothing, can we?"

"Don't even think about slacking off, there's a lot to do." Amamiya Natsuki walked forward. "Let's go back to the shop first, and then gather information."

When you arrive in a strange town and don't know a single person, what's the most important thing?

intelligence.

intelligence.

It's intelligence!

You must collect and master the town's map, local legends and rumors, any special taboos, the locations of hotels and convenience stores, and so on.

"Manager, we're back."

Amamiya Natsuki lifted the curtain and entered the shop.

As a specially hired chef, Natsuki Amamiya serves 'ghost story' guests and does not need to cook ordinary dishes.

Fujiwara Chika cautiously followed in, her expression quickly changing as she nervously said:

"That feeling is back...!"

Chapter 252 Who says horror games can't have small ads?

"The urge to eat has returned."

Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but feel nervous.

Clearly, another rule of ryotei is that people who enter the restaurant will involuntarily develop a desire to eat.

Natsuki Amamiya and Shushu were employees of the store, which is why they were not affected by the rules.

"Manager." Amamiya Natsuki walked up to the old man, pointed to Fujiwara Chika, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "This is my partner. Could she work with us?"

The shop manager looked up, glanced at Fujiwara Chika, seemingly unconcerned about the secretary's earlier act of skipping out on the bill, and calmly said:

"One waiter is enough."

Sure enough.

It's just a small shop, so it's impossible to hire an unlimited number of people. It would be too strange if the number of employees exceeded the number of customers.

Amamiya Natsuki had expected this, so she wasn't disappointed. She took the money out of her pocket, turned around, and handed it to the secretary.

"Here you go," said Amamiya Natsuki, brimming with wealth. "Eat as much as you like, money's no object."

With a rich woman around, there's no worry about not having money to spend.

Fujiwara Chika took the money, looked at the shopkeeper, and, growing bolder, said in a clear voice:

"Manager, I'd like a serving of salted edamame."

The three had just finished their discussion when they realized that since banknotes have the attribute of circulation, their uses are likely to be even greater than they had imagined.

Fujiwara Chika, naturally, wouldn't be extravagant; she decided to be frugal and manage her household thriftily.

If you're looking for something to eat that saves you money, then salted edamame is definitely the perfect accompaniment to drinks at an izakaya!

Cut off the ends of the edamame, rub them briefly with salt to remove the fuzz, then put them in water with salt, boil for three to five minutes, take them out and let them cool before eating.

It's easy to make and inexpensive.

Order another bottle of sake, and time will pass by easily.

The shop manager nodded: "Please wait a moment, sir."

"..."

The situation has temporarily stabilized.

Lord Zhu took on the role of a waiter, responsible for cleaning and receiving guests.

Fujiwara Chika sat in the corner, occasionally eating a salted edamame. It was cheap, delicious, and most importantly, it avoided the influence of the rules.

After confirming her safety, Fujiwara Chika raised her right hand again and said:

"I need to apply for activity funding."

"doing what?"

"For public relations purposes."

"..."

There were no paper items like maps in the restaurant, which is normal. World maps, national maps, and provincial and municipal maps are very common. An obscure and dilapidated town with a small area naturally doesn't need to draw maps.

However, there is a 'living map' in the restaurant.

After obtaining the event funding, Fujiwara Chika bought side dishes such as grilled rice cakes and began to court other customers in the shop.

The secretary was cute and had a sweet tongue. With Natsuki Amamiya by his side, he naturally became bolder and, after a conversation, successfully obtained a lot of useful information.

"It's finished!"

Fujiwara Chika put her right hand on her hip, raised her chin triumphantly, and handed over a hand-drawn map.

Drawing is a compulsory course in school, and Fujiwara Chika is quite good at drawing. She marked all the areas on the map, including hospitals, churches, shrines, schools, residential areas, and commercial streets.

“The location is definitely right. I asked several people, and they all gave me the same information,” Fujiwara Chika whispered. “However, the exact location might be slightly off.”

“That’s normal.” Natsuki Amamiya nodded.

Since it's a hand-drawn map, it's impossible for it to be without any errors.

“Hmm…” Lord Zhu Zhu also came over, her eyes quickly lighting up as she pointed to the map. “If I remember correctly, we came from here before.”

"Huh, it's that far?"

Fujiwara Chika was surprised.

“It is indeed quite far.” Amamiya Natsuki sighed. “I was carrying the weight of two people and it took me a full ten minutes to run.”

"The weight of two people..." Fujiwara Chika tilted her head, "What do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

"..."

Zhu Zhu blushed slightly and couldn't help but glare at Amamiya Natsuki.

Don't talk nonsense. It's enough that you and I know about that kind of thing!

"The map is good." Amamiya Natsuki said approvingly. "Draw a few more, but they don't need to be so detailed. They can be simpler and rougher."

"Hmph, leave it to me." Fujiwara Chika raised her chin smugly. "How many more do you need?"

Natsuki Amamiya thought for a moment and said:

"One hundred, I guess."

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