The spell daily of the departed savior

In Gojo Satoru's mind, the image of Miwa Ichiyan once wearing snow-blue haori and stepping on wooden clogs immediately came to mind.

"I understand, there is no need to respond to the other party." Gojo Wu's tone was indifferent: "As long as Xiao Li has no thoughts of destroying the world, he can do whatever he wants."

"Patriarch wants you to come back..."

"Hello, hello? Hello? Why can't I hear you suddenly? The signal is not good, eh? Hang up."

Throwing the phone back casually, Gojo Satoru picked up the juice next to him and continued to drink.

Sitting opposite, the corner of Noctua Zhengdao's mouth twitched, and he continued to look down at the sizzling pieces of meat on the grill.

"I regret it. I shouldn't agree to go out to eat with you. Even Miss Diva is better than being with you."

Ye Mozheng sighed, feeling his stomach ache: "Wu, no one wants to face such a scary face while eating."

"Eh??" Gojo Gota was shocked: "I am an absolutely high-quality handsome guy! Principal Ye Moth, you actually despise me so much? The cute women chasing me can be lined up from here to Siberia."

Noctua Zhengdao felt that if he ate every meal with this guy, he might lose ten years of life.

"Who will go to Siberia for you." Night Moth said disgustedly: "Go there to grow potatoes? Wake up, lovely women have their own careers, and won't waste time on you-especially when they find you mean character."

Gojo Wujo let out a long "tch--" unconvinced, and then, taking advantage of Noctua Moth still complaining, he quickly snatched all the freshly roasted meat from the opponent's face.

"Big success! I won."

He laughed, but looked sideways at the window beside him calmly.

From his point of view, Wuli and Qihai Jianren can be clearly seen walking side by side.He noticed with sharp eyes that Wuli was still holding a thick file bag in his hand.

Just met the Headless Horseman in Ikebukuro?

Gojo Satoru thought about it casually, and soon laughed happily.

——It seems that Xiao Li has already realized that something is wrong.

The truth about death in three rounds of fighting with one word.

"Which arrogant fool is it?" Gojo Satoru murmured in a low voice, "Hiding himself like a mouse, even I haven't found out where the tail is..."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Ye Mozheng asked: "After all, why do you suddenly want to go to Ginza today? Don't you still have a job?"

Gojo Gori said bluntly, "Nanami is on vacation, why can't I? If Qihaihai is going to Ginza, I will come too. Principal Ye Moth, are you partial to Nanami by asking this? This is workplace bullying and unequal treatment!"

"...Thinking too much, shut up, Wu, eat meat."

After a while, Ye Mo Zhengdao realized belatedly: How did Satoru know that Nanami would come to Ginza?

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In the evening, Wuli, who returned to the high school of conjuration from Ginza, watched Jianren Qihai go back to the dormitory, then turned and set foot on the way to the medical room.

If what Orihara Rin also said is true, then there will be clues on the few conjurers who died at the exchange meeting, and he needs to confirm it.

Ok?

Wuli's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked indifferently and seriously at the stone road ahead.

It was already dark, and things that would have been overlooked during the day were revealed.

After erasing a little bit, the remaining mantra was filthy, remaining faintly on the roadside.

"Real man." Wuli's eyes turned cold.

The author has something to say: Jia Geng

For Wuli, the trace of the real person is not difficult to find.

Wuli used to not care about the movements of super-level magic spirits. He had already resigned from the camp, and he had never been involved in work related to the magic world before resigning.

So no matter what the curse spirit does, even if it wants to destroy human beings, it has nothing to do with him.

But the premise is that the other party has not touched something that should not be touched.

According to the information that Orihara Rinya handed over to Wuli, shortly after he first arrived in Tokyo to fight with the real person, the real person took a piece of blood-stained snow-blue rag, consulted a certain cloth merchant, and killed him afterwards. Employees of the entire company to prevent trace leakage.

But even though Wuli came to the magic world for a short time, he has quickly grasped a lot of information.He is very clear about the contempt for human beings with super-level spell spirits. The more common method should be to kill people and leave directly. It is what they like to see if they fear them and cause negative emotions, instead of cleaning up the scene and burying them. trace.

There is only one possibility.

Behind the real person, there is a curse master or a high-level human government, and the other party has a more careful plan, and the consultation with a rag is just to confirm a certain conjecture.

In order to prevent information dealers with a bad personality from concealing information, Wuli also entrusted Bodo's intelligence division. After the other party repaired all relevant electronic equipment records, he gave Wuli a more detailed information.

"The blue-haired man once met a black-haired monk in cassock. The cloth was given to him by the monk. I listened to their conversation. The cloth came from a deadly battle ten years ago. The reason why the cloth was re-identified was to find The origin of the fabric and the year of its craftsmanship. They suspected that a man named Wuli was related to an unidentified man ten years ago, and this piece of fabric belonged to that man."

"As for these two people... It will take some time for me to find out the man from ten years ago. Wuli's information was blank before a certain point in time, and then he was added to the protection list by the Gojo family in Tokyo."

The boy on the other side of the phone spoke in a business-like tone, with a hint of joy of meeting his opponent: "I can break through the Wutiao family's protection circle, but I need to pay more, boss."

Hearing that the intelligence officer discussed with himself about adding money to check his own intelligence, Wuli raised his eyebrows in amusing: "Wuli doesn't need to investigate for the time being, let's continue with the rest."

The young man who didn't know that the person who entrusted him was Wuli gave a "tss" and hung up the phone in boredom.

In the suburbs of Tokyo at night, the dim street lights barely illuminate the road.

Wuli half hung his head, and stood quietly under the street lamp with his crimson robe wrapped around him, watching the darkness spread around his feet little by little.

The combination of the information provided by the two intelligence personnel is enough for him to roughly straighten out the whole context, and Orihara Rin's attitude of concealing part of the information can also explain too many things.

With Orihara Rin's bad personality who also likes to watch the show, it is impossible to obediently hand over all the information to him.

This is what Wuli had expected.

His original intention was to screen out suspicious targets through what Orihara Rin also concealed.And now that he lived up to his expectations, Orihara Lin did not expose the actions of government figures and monks at all, but helped him confirm a certain guess.

Teachers are not killed in battle.

but was murdered.

The culprits are colluding spell spirits and government figures—even high-level conjurers.

The palms hanging under the crimson robe tightly gripped the phone, so hard that the knuckles turned white.

"Crack!"

Wuli was pulled back from his contemplation by the crisp sound of the phone being broken. He looked down at the wreckage of the electronic components in his hand in a daze, and threw it into the trash can in the distance with a sneer.

The people he cherished were snatched away by those inferior guys...

Unforgivable!

In the [circle] unfolded by Qi, all real people's auras are invisible, and the speckled fluorescence falling on the trees on the road clearly guides the real person's direction.

Wuli closed the crimson robe again, lightly placed his palm on the handle of the knife at his waist, turned around and walked along the fluorescent light on the road.

·

The real person who accompanied Xia Youjie to a certain bookstore to observe the target girl suddenly felt dizzy and had to stretch out his hands to support the bookshelf in front of him to support his body.

"Huh?" Xia Youjie, who was noticed by the slight noise, turned around and looked at the real person: "Which magician's spell caused it?"

In order to blend into the environment of the bookstore and not arouse the suspicion of the nearby students, Xia Youjie took off his cassock and changed into a short-sleeved shirt that he took out from the closet.

But the comic characters that were popular many years ago painted on the chest backfired and attracted the attention of the people around. Even if Xia Youjie didn't care, he still heard the whispers of those high school girls.

"Look at that T-shirt of his. Isn't that the peripheral that I bought the entire collection of comics before? It's super expensive and it's a second."

"Wow—it's really that one. Envy, I want it too, but unfortunately I didn't have the money to buy it at the time."

……

Xia Youjie didn't care about the students' discussions at first, and entertainment projects such as comics in the human world were never on his list of concerns.

But for some reason, when the people next to him began to discuss the plots related to the comics, his hand raised and touched the end of his eyes as if he had his own consciousness.

As early as a year ago, this stagnant memory began to emerge involuntarily.

It seems that on a rainy day many years ago, the white-haired young man relied on his long arms and legs, and pressed a student's head with one hand to force him to rush to the front of the overcrowded bookstore on the release day of the collector's edition, grabbing a set regardless of his image comics.

Xia Youjie, who was not interested in this set of comics, was leaning against the window of the bookstore with one hand in his pocket, his black bangs hanging down on his smooth forehead.While looking down at the tasks on his mobile phone, he waited boredly for his best friend who was eager to buy.

[Boom boom. 】

Suddenly the glass was knocked.

Xia Youjie was taken aback for a moment, and when he turned around, he was caught off guard by a bright smiling face.

The white-haired young man took off his sunglasses, and proudly showed him his spoils while holding up a whole stack of comics in his hand, while he leaned towards the glass in front of him and let out a sigh of relief.

Then stretched out his slender fingers, and drew a small love heart on the foggy glass.

Xia Youjie was stunned.

The mist from the glass window blurred his vision of his best friend, and the only thing left was his eyes, which were as bright as sapphires, revealed through love.

Beautiful.

I don't know if it's because of the rain or the fog, or the warm and bright lights of the bookstore create a wonderful atmosphere, but the face of the best friend who has been used to it for a long time now reveals a tenderness.

Then the other party pushed open the door, and walked up to him with a smile amidst the complaints from the students in the bookstore.

The other party's warm fingers touched his cool cheeks, and finally touched the end of his eyes to caress: [Jie, open your umbrella now!What are you in a daze for?After a while the manga will get wet and it will be very difficult to snatch it. 】

The strange atmosphere was broken, Xia Youjie reacted, held up the umbrella helplessly and tolerantly, and tilted the umbrella in the direction of the other party when the other party did not hesitate to hold his arm.

Because if the manga gets wet, I still have to run with this guy——he casually explained his behavior to himself.

The white-haired young man laughed, looking very happy: [I heard from the clerk that the top ten will give away T-shirts. I snatched it. Are you serious? 】

Xia Youjie praised Shunmao: [Enlightenment is very powerful, a child in every hand. 】

【Hey hey, that's right! ] The white-haired young man is complacent: [I'll give you the T-shirt, Jie, I just want comics. 】

【...Then why did you rob?That high school girl behind you is crying. 】

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