I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

When I recruited a collaborator to explore Mr. Shirley's routine, Ramis and Hulumi, as well as Scott from the Big Eaters, were supposed to help.

This membership is the result of being restricted to women because they will gather information around them.

Shui also invited him, but he's not interested because he seems to be more delicious than the color.

"Hackon, I wonder if this is a good place"

"Welcome"

Set across the street from a small white house with a garden, I changed my body color scheme and assimilated it to a private fence.

Shirley's house could have been taught lightly if she had asked the employee. Occasionally they invite the clerks home for a dinner party, and they all know where the house is.

I have heard of the fact that the land here is cheap in view of the fact that it is quite close to the gates along the walls that surround the settlement, so it is also considered to be subject to demonic damage.

But that's surprising. Do you always wear highly exposed clothes and live in a wooden bungalow even though you live in such a brilliant world?

There is a white painted wooden fence and the lawn in the garden is cut short and the flower beds are placed. Those are the flowers I sell.

Is that someone who has an unexpectedly maiden side?

"Well, I'm lurking behind a wall, so call me if it sounds like you're going somewhere."

Hulumi and the others went inside the private house. It seems that the house here has just recently been built and is being sold, and Chairman Bear has given me permission to use it freely for one day today.

It's still early in the morning so there's no movement, but we'll see how it goes for a while.

I could hear the wheels spinning from afar. There is one young man who pulls things like the O8 wheels when he turns his gaze.

The carriers are lined with bottles all the time and the contents are like animal milk. No, I heard there was something like a ranch, milking and selling from cow-like creatures.

You're putting a bottle in a little box with a lid in front of the doors. Sounds like an early morning milk delivery job. The way a pure looking young man works so hard in the morning makes me want to support him unexpectedly.

When the young man plugged in front of Shirley's house, he suddenly began to sow. He began checking his clothes by showing himself in the bottle and hand-tuffing his hair.

Uh, do you know Shirley lives here, and you're getting fit in case you run into her? I know how it feels, but I'm working late at night, so I don't think I'm gonna wake up at this hour.

He looks around and then pushes open the handcrafted wooden gates, sneaking all the way to the front door. Is he taking care not to wake her asleep? You're a young man who made it inside.

I put the bottle in my hand in a small box and took out two empty bottles instead.

And slowly put your lips on that bottle of drinking... what the hell. After I washed it, it was pointless to do so, but it was somewhat disgusting, so I bounced the nutritional drink in the "junction" and let it hit the young man directly in the head.

"Ouch, what!?

He's in a hurry to look around, but he doesn't seem to notice my presence. I immediately erased the nutritional drinks that I bumped.

The young man rushed off early to retrieve the bottle.

If Shirley is a runaway that is common in adolescence, she seems to laugh and forgive me from what she finds out, but it's definitely a bad act as a person first, not to mention something you shouldn't do to customers. I can't give up there as a vending machine.

With that in mind, now the middle-aged Osama is repeatedly coming and going in front of Shirley's house.

A little fat man with a long coat, a deep hat and sunglasses. You're an ideal suspicious man. Nevertheless, there's a slight possibility that I'm just walking in front of the house, so I can't get my hands on it yet.

You're desperately peeking inside with your hands on the walls. From that position, can you see the large glass door of the house across the garden? The curtains are tight, so I can't see inside the house.

After a while of observation, he crossed the fence and entered the garden, mindful of his surroundings. Oh, this is out.

"Suko"

"What, what's wrong?"

Calling his name at a small volume, Scoe immediately appeared next to him. The face of the big food troupe has good ears, so I don't have a problem with this volume.

"Oh, my goodness."

"Wow, you're totally suspicious. I'm gonna scare you a little bit."

As he jumped over the walls with pleasure, he circled behind the man who was trying to force him open with his hands on a large window leading to the garden. Breathe in heavily and your chest is swollen.

"Vuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

"Ugh, wow!?

A middle-aged man, who slipped back into a shout from behind, manages to escape across the fence as he desperately retreats.

Scoe, it's too much, if you make such a loud noise from the morning.

Neighbors are jumping out of their homes at the roar that echoes early in the morning. Scoe's already running behind me.

As soon as the residents confirmed there was nothing, they pulled into the house. The big window of Shirley's house opened late after everyone disappeared.

It was one woman who emerged from it.

I scratch my blushing hair like a Hulumi, wearing a loose blue plain trainer up and down, my other hand scratching my stomach tight.

There were signs of covetousness at the edge of his mouth with a great extension, and his expression was sloppy and loose.

"Oh, I thought I heard a scream. I don't know, it's my fault."

I just glanced at the garden with a lid that didn't seem to sleep well and wasn't half open, pulling me inside.

Is Shirley like that at home? It's obvious because I would be tired if I was always overflowing with colour and caring.

I may be disillusioned if someone sees her with a yearning similar to worship, but as far as I'm concerned, I think she looks cute in her relaxed routine.

"You're usually like that. I get it. I get it. A woman is like that at home."

Scoe nods over and over and agrees. I always feel distracted by the face of the big food troupe, but there seems to be a part that goes through as the same woman.

"Something happened, I heard you shouting."

"Ugh. Can I get you a drink to wake up?"

Have you both come out? Hulumi seemed a little asleep, scratching his head like Shirley just now.

It seems the three of them are not going back to the house anymore, and they were diving into the gap between me and Mr. Shirley's home to watch.

Then about two suspicious people wandering around the house were added until it was time for more crowds, but they left without anything as if they were being constrained from each other.

There's a danger that it's going to matter one day, but Mr. Shirley's going to be returned normally because he's going to have arms. For once, I recorded the suspicious figure earlier, so I'll try to show it to the guards later and get them to pay attention.

I hear that beauty is advantageous in life, but don't be sympathetic that it's easy to get caught up in each of these troubles.

"You're not coming out, I wonder if you're still sleeping"

"It's late at night. Wouldn't it be before noon to wake up?"

"It doesn't smell like rice, it doesn't sound like life."

Scoe has his nose cracked and his ears are clear.

Nobody doubts what she said because it is a well-known fact that the facial olfactory hearing of the Great Eaters is out of the crowd.

There was finally movement after noon.

Mr. Shirley shows up from the door of the house as it opens.

He wears boots on shorts and clothes with designs like leather jeans on top. You wear sunglasses, too. It looks like it would be easier to tie your hair back so that it doesn't get in the way.

He carries a large bag on his back.

I dress differently from my usual image but look good in whatever I wear.

"Nice dress, but nice outfit too"

It's similar to the Big Eaters' clothes.

I'm not wearing it from the top of my bare skin.

I don't know about going with a big eater who only wears a jacket to his shoes, but among these three, he doesn't even look like he's dressed up for Ramis and Scott.

The usual colorful outfit looks good too, but the outfit is honestly cool right now.

When her figure disappears into the alley, Scoe takes sufficient distance before continuing later. Because if you don't, they may notice. She's good at detecting signs, so I'm keeping an eye out.

And there's a stream of us tailing from the rear a little further away from Scott.

"It sounds like a day off, but I don't know what the hell. I can't imagine his routine."

"That's right. I always dressed in style and wondered if it was an elegant lunch at a fancy restaurant."

In this settlement, there is only one upscale restaurant run by Suori. There's a question as to whether we need a luxury store in a settlement full of hunters, but they're thriving quite a bit.

They offer it at an affordable price compared to an over-decorated look, often used for dates and occasional luxuries, Suori was prestigious while drinking orange juice before.

Without even stopping by such a fancy store, Shirley ignores the boulevard and goes down the alley.

As he walked quite a distance, Scoe stopped moving perfectly at the corner of the alley. And he's looking back at us and making a call.

Approaching early enough and looking in the direction pointing to the pointy nail, there was a square and large wooden structure there.