God is still on the way to recovery

The reward promised by the gods is extremely exciting.That's God, can you still talk and count?

Thinking of the younger generation's spring-like green eyes, Mr. Gojo changed his clothes in a good mood. Hisuhito watched him return to the master bedroom, rummaged in the closet, and chose from a pile of black uniforms of the high school. Put on more formal clothes.

If you come out in this way, it will not be the teacher's Wujo enlightenment, but the society's Wujo enlightenment.

"So formal—"

Yuren sighed.

Brushing up the bangs hanging from his forehead, putting on the blindfold again, Gojo Satoru stepped on the floor and walked down the courtyard, saying, "I'm going to visit the headquarters of the Public Security Exorcism Division today, so I have to match the client's taste—"

The Tokyo Public Security Exorcism Division specializes in dealing with demon-related incidents. There is even a national flag on the top of the magnificent seven-story building of the headquarters, symbolizing that it is driven by the country.

Although demon-related cases have a very high mortality rate and rank among the top three in terms of risk factors, they belong to the government after all, with complete medical insurance and a considerable salary level, so they always attract a large number of new blood to join.

When Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, and Yiji Jiegao were led into the meeting room by a demon hunter, they could see that the surrounding staff were all in black suits and white shirts, if not for the occasional one or two carrying □□ Yes, it really looks like a pure government official.

"Please wait here for a moment, Miss Macchima will be here soon."

The young man who led the way tied his long black hair into a small braid behind his head. When he introduced himself just now, he said his name was Akira Hayakawa.

Hayakawa Akira has a pretty handsome face, Yizhi Jiegao looked at the demon hunter standing upright, and then looked at his two conjurers, and suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment that my family had just grown up—the serious Mr. Gojo And Mr. Qihai is still very supportive of the scene, and the degree of seductiveness is no worse than the official ones~

"Wait, everyone."

When the door of the meeting room was pushed open again, a woman walked in.

The orange-pink mid-length hair was meticulously tied back with a hair tie, and the eyes were light golden, but they didn't have solid-colored irises like ordinary humans.

As the first-level supervisor of the Tokyo Public Security Exorcism Division and an official directly under the jurisdiction of the Prime Minister, Machima has a cool temperament like a "weapon".

Her eyes were a strange golden color, and her pupils were in the shape of complex and dense concentric circles. With just one glance, Gojo Satoru could read the other party's kindness, rigor, and strangeness.

Some kind of mutated pupil?Or is she not human?

Since meeting for the first time, Gojo Satoru didn't allow himself to show an "observation" attitude too much, and looked away after just one glance.

"Nice to meet you, everyone."

Maqima smiled decently, and directed her subordinates: "Qiu Jun, prepare the slides, I need to confirm the situation with the conjurers first."

The capable lady in charge went straight to the point, without any official hypocrisy or obedience. When the slide showed a beautiful white bungalow, as well as some surrounding gardens and real estate conditions, there was noise outside the meeting room.

"Where did that woman named Maqima go? The problem hasn't been resolved yet, has it? I can't even go home. Does she want to send me away as soon as she says it will be done! Really—I can warn you, this Do you know how many congressmen know me? If she dares to be perfunctory, I will not be polite!"

The harsh words made everyone in the room silent for a while, and suddenly the door was pushed open. The sufferer of this incident and also the client, Takahiro Eguchi appeared.

"Mr. Eguchi."

At that time, Mazima was still standing in front of the slide with a laser pointer in her hand, and the thin white light hit her petite body, making her look very weak.

However, the way she looked at her employer was interesting, as if she were gazing at a corpse.

Eguchi raised his eyebrows, and said: "What, are you in a daze here? I didn't say that Miss Machima is a woman, and her ability to deal with emergencies is always poor. It has been a day since I reported the case. It’s okay if your progress is zero, but you don’t know how to send a few more powerful police officers to guard my house, is it because you want me to be cursed and killed by the devil?”

The man had several rings on his hands, and a gemstone brooch pinned to his neckline. A string of diamonds was set on a gold bird-shaped brooch, and on the bird's wing was a green gemstone leaf.

All in all, the whole body is full of riches and grandeur.

"No." Maqima replied like a broadcasting machine, with a calm expression and no emotional ups and downs due to Eguchi's slander, "You have given too little information. We haven't even found any traces of the devil yet. Proceed with caution."

"That's because you guys are not capable enough - I've said it all, send some stronger ones to my place to protect me, like the little boy next to you can't do it, you can't hit him just by looking at it."

Three years of work experience, a gold medal demon hunter in the Public Security Bureau, a favored fox demon, Akira Hayakawa, his eyebrows twitched at the phrase "little white face", and his reason was repeatedly rubbed on the edge of breaking.

After slapping the police, Eguchi noticed that there were three more embarrassing people present.

You can guess the identity just by thinking about it.

"You are conjurers, right?" Walking towards Wujo and the three, Eguchi seemed to be quite satisfied with the gender configuration of this group, and walked directly in front of Qihai, "You seem to be the oldest, the supervisor? I'll go and see later Look, to be honest, several of my servants have disappeared, you said the curse is not strong, if this continues, my mansion will become a haunted house, who would want to live there, it’s really bad luck—”

At the age of 27, Qi Hai Jianren, who is one year younger than Gojo Satoru, said "the oldest", with suspicious veins on his temples.

Sure enough, labor is shit, and the client of a conjurer is not a good thing!

The old social animal let out a ferocious cry in his heart.

In fact, compared to the police, conjurers receive less information, and the information transmitted through the intermediary has almost zero useful information. They don't even know whether this is a curse, how far it has been incubated, and whether it has a domain. ...

"Take a look at the scene, and you will know everything. You should be more flexible in your work, don't be too rigid—" Eguchi tried to persuade, his eyes swept over the faces of these people, "My car is parked downstairs. It’s a ten-minute drive, so there’s nothing to be delayed.”

Nanami Kento is a tall man, and Eguchi didn't think he could "please" him, so he set his sights on the petite Machima.

"Why don't Miss Machima and I go and have a look, I'm really terrified." Eguchi slowly walked towards the only woman present, "The new general election is about to start, you don't want the adult directly under you to be out of competition Bar……"

A faint threat was revealed in the meaningful words, but in the next second, he was blocked.

The opponent was more than 1.9 meters tall, blocking him like this, so Eguchi had to look up, and then he noticed that the white-haired conjurer who had been sitting quietly on the chair was so tall, and his chest and arms were obviously exercised. In contrast, Eguchi's youthful baldness, big arms and round waist are very conspicuous, and the two seem to be comical if they are not in the same style.

For this kind of good-looking person, Eguchi habitually wanted to pick a few words to frustrate the other party's spirit.

However, the white-haired conjurer spoke first.

"Why are you so obsessed with your mansion?" Gojo Satoru leaned over slightly, and he lifted the corner of the blindfold with one hand, his ice blue eyes were like the pupils of some kind of large beast, with a cold luster shining inside, "So many residences, it's a big deal Just go abroad, why always choose a place with problems? Besides, did you just report the case? The dark circles under the eyes are so serious that the foundation can’t cover them. It must have happened earlier, so strange—— Are you nervous? This question makes it difficult for you to answer?"

Just one look is terrifying.

The pressure brought by Wujo Satoru not only enveloped the magic world, but also the condescending feeling endowed by his own superior talent. A human being without special abilities would naturally be nervous when facing him.

Eguchi almost followed the other party's words and said something, but at any rate, he had been in the gray area of ​​international trade for many years, and he had a deep-rooted tact. Sprinkling holy water-style exorcism, I still prefer a more local approach. Okay, I’m here today to urge you. I didn’t sleep well last night, which made me tense. I just spoke a little too aggressively. I hope you don’t mind. .”

Seeing the client leave in a hurry, Maqima pondered for a moment, and ordered: "Mr. Qiu, go and collect the surrounding news of Xiajiangkou Mansion in the past few months. If there are some unfounded legends, remember to collect them too."

"Yes." Akira Hayakawa recovered from the dissatisfaction just now, followed the orders of his superiors, and walked out of the meeting room with a standard posture and chest out.

At that time, Yi Dizhi was trying to persuade Gojo Satoru in a low voice, although he knew that the other party would not listen at all: "Next time a primary client like the Tokyo Public Security Bureau doesn't say anything, so let's stop talking and learn from them to be patient. Some clients The forces behind it are intricate, and there is no need for us to provoke each other..."

"Mr. Wujo." Maqima came out from the projection lamp, with a faint smile on her quiet and fair face, "Thank you just now, you reminded me and helped me out."

If Gojo Satoru hadn't blocked Eguchi just now, the client would probably have grabbed Machima directly and wanted to take her away by force.

It is not a gentleman's conduct to treat a woman like this.

"It's easy to say, it's just that the client's words are full of loopholes—" Gojo Satoru "watched" Maqima walking in front of him with blindfolded eyes, and then, the female hunter closed her pale gold eyes, The little face suddenly moved closer to the conjurer, and sniffed his nose.

"What are you doing?" Gojo Satoru's back straightened, and all movements stopped.

"Mr. Gojo has a smell that I am very familiar with." After smelling it, Maqima straightened up, as if reminiscing, with a little smile in his eyes.

This "familiar taste" has a similar context to "I seem to have seen it somewhere" and "Like a friend of mine".

The expressions of the conjurers present became very exciting, and Wujo Wudan said: "Really."

"Ah, I'm not trying to strike up a conversation." Machima realized the impoliteness of her behavior just now, and explained, "I have a very keen sense of smell, and I can tell people by smell. Mr. Wujo has a smell, very similar to me. dead man."

That's it, so it wasn't flirting.

The white-haired conjurer regained his relaxed tone and said, "Old man, how did he die~"

Yi Dizhi winked desperately at the side.

It's really impolite to ask someone how to die like this!

And Machima wasn't offended.

With a gentle expression on her face, she replied in a very low voice: "I killed it."

Such a gentle tone, but said terrible words.

The female official tilted her head slightly, and the lines in her eyes turned strangely like spirals.

"Just kidding." Shrugging, the young woman turned around, her eyes fell on the national flags decorated on the wall. "After all, I love him deeply."