Rebirth: Start By Hiding In Evil

Chapter 467

Chapter 269: A heavy heart

What could it be?

What’s in the box?

Some unknown person, entrusted to the black market, after a few hands, what would be the thing that he gave to himself?

Gojo Satoru was curious.

After sending Mr. Hui away, he resisted the urge to open it on the way several times and insisted on dragging the box back to the hotel room.

Scan magic is useless.

The compartment of the box seems to be made of special materials, which can isolate the penetration of psionic particles.

This alone is worth pondering deeply.

he,

Decided to look inside first, and he was alone.

“Yesterday–”

In the empty room, Gojo Satoru placed his suitcase on the bed and unbuttoned it with anticipation.

He thought about–

Inside will be gifts for fans, clothing? Gifts? Books?

even,

Because it is a black market logistics, there will be some contraband, such as: guns, corpses (uncle ecstasy~) and the like are not suitable for children.

but

Gojo Satoru never thought it would be these things-!!

A full file bag with a “top secret” seal.

most prominent location.

There is a plastic transparent bag, how many photos are in it?

Familiar back.

Familiar face.

Impressively, Wujo realized himself.

What’s more, the self in these photos is wearing a military uniform and discussing with the comrades of Guoan.

— shudder!

A drop of cold sweat fell from the boy’s forehead, and his hand holding the plastic bag was shaking.

The injection-molded photo was rattled by Gojo Satoru’s “lala”.

tossing and turning.

The brain is blank.

After a long time, he noticed that there was a line of words behind the photo.

“Don’t worry, I won’t expose you… It’s not too late next time.”

Pupils shrink.

Originally, Wujo Satoru was ready to break out of the encirclement, but he thought about it.

This man took a lot of trouble to get these things into his own hands.

Maybe you didn’t even think about it, report yourself now.

He (she) is trying to pinch himself.

“There is room for remedies.”

Gojo Satoru muttered to himself, feeling a little uncomfortable and twisted his body.

This kind of repression like sitting on pins and needles aroused a trace of dark memory in him.

last life–

In the Celestial Dynasty, he didn’t want to experience the terrible thing of being peeped by the head teacher from the back door or outside the window of the classroom.

Kobayashi Hui,

There, you can track it down.

Anyone who walks will leave traces, as long as you check, you will definitely find some clues.

Time passed by and Wujo Satoru had unknowingly whistled his fingernails.

although

It has rarely appeared now, but when there is pressure, he will do it subconsciously.

“Fuck–

Cold sweat soaked his back, Wujo Satoru angrily exerted his strength and kicked on the cabinet.

He thought of another possibility, the worst possibility.

Should

Could it be that the Seven Sages are messing with themselves?

He remembered that Neon’s four-leafed Maya and Gu Hei of the headless dragon were all members of the Seven Sages.

It should not have been betrayed by the military.

His files are all paper, and there is no possibility of being intercepted by the “Supreme Throne”.

AB……

Is it base surveillance?

Wujo Satoru quickly picked up the photos and compared them, as expected, they were all fragments of the laboratory.

“…”

Wutiaowu twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling a little speechless.

previously,

Was the magic experiment that was done to cooperate with the Sub-Academy, intercepted by the “Supreme Throne” when the video was archived?

It’s so pervasive!

Gojo Satoru stood up, suddenly enlightened.

Outside the house, stars are shining, towering buildings with lights are everywhere, beautiful nights, beautiful pedestrians…

Inside the house, looking around for a week, the room is still not big, but it is extraordinarily fresh and clean.

“In the end,

These things, even if they have no provenance, are also untenable. Even if they are exposed, they can only be regarded as material for rape, and there is not even a face photo…

Don’t be afraid, ask her first

The words fell in and out.

Wujo Satoru adjusted his expression in front of the mirror, and said softly with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He really didn’t believe that the “clown” would jump out and exchange his limit.

Gu Hei is nothing more, a bereaved dog, fleeing everywhere.

If it was Yotsuba Maya, with such a large foundation, he could run as a monk, but not as a temple.

It is impossible to reveal one’s identity and play with him.

Not a mad woman?

Mmmm, just like that, Gojo Satoru took out the file bag from the box.

Then–

He raised his hand skillfully, and his right hand slowly shrouded a layer of faint blue moonlight, which did not condense.

–No system magic, wind mill!

The phantoms move the air, forming a small vacuum ring, like a pulverizer.

Push the material bag to the wind eye with one hand, and increase the output of phantom particles with the other hand.

“That’s it..”

The fine powder began to fall, Gojo Satoru’s tone was very flat, and it echoed clearly in the dead silent room.

Remember

The last time he used this magic was in the Middle East, where he ground a “beast” little by little into meat sauce.

one serving

two

three servings

N copies

Time passed quietly.

below

In the small trash can, half a basin of confetti powder was accumulated.

The air was suppressed to the limit.

In the dimly lit room, the boy’s eyes were half-drooped, his dark eyes looking down at the ground.

What kind of eyes are these?

If it is full of murderous intentions, it is not scary, but these eyes are full of indifference.

This kind of indifference is arrogance toward reality, disdain for the world, trampling on life, and abandoning the rules. He is really out of control. Crazy for no reason!

mere

A few NPC-like scum, dare to force me to this point?

You are looking for death!

“Hey, since that’s the case, let’s play a game?”

The handsome boy’s mouth was upturned, revealing a cruel smile: “A game where whoever is found will die”

Saying that, Gojo Satoru stood up, picked up the trash can and walked to the toilet.

He’s going to flush them down the toilet.

Then…

Play enough.

No story is isolated.

Sometimes they meet at the corners, sometimes they are one on top of the other, one on top of the other, like pebbles at the bottom of a river.

Indispensable.

If you entered the hotel with your suitcase, you should go out for a walk with your suitcase from time to time.

It’s all monitoring.

Ichihara-senpai and the others all know that there is such a thing, and they should be more sensible.

Throw a few changes of clothes in the past to dissuade their curiosity.

“Yes, it is like that.

Gojo Satoru touched the back of his head and glanced at his suitcase in the corner.

thinking–

Where do you want to bring something fresh?

It’s nerve-wracking.

“Whoosh–

While enduring the strange gazes of passersby, Gojo Satoru pulled the electric box back to the tent.

–All right!

At this time, there are still people running on the street with suitcases.

–It’s really weird!

but

No matter how strange, no matter how embarrassing… it can’t compare to now.

The staff who stayed behind all cast their eyes with interest.

The end of the eyes is his suitcase (bidc).

Very self-conscious Morley has even produced a disposable dinner plate, knife and fork.

I guess you thought that there were special products sent by the younger brother’s family, right?

Strange at first thought.

But after thinking about it, it makes sense.

Halfway through the competition, apart from the condolences, what else will the families of the participating students send?

If you forgot your daily necessities, you should have purchased them a few days ago… Really can’t buy them?

It’s been a few days!

| A small piece of land, sent from Hokkaido, should have been sent.

Gojo Satoru, who was well aware of this and completely ignored these sights, took out the contents of his bag.

“…CAD?

Without any scruples, she deliberately approached Gojo Satoru, and Mayumi spied on what was in his hand and raised her question.

Angular borders.

At first glance, it does look like CAD, but it’s not.

“No, it’s a magic weapon.”

I saw Gojo Satoru lift up the black cloth and spread it out.

Remove the metal buttons of the piece.

It was a quaint cloak that was dragged to the ground considering his height.

Upon closer inspection, the rough fabric was densely covered with twisted gold threads.

“cloak?”

Doubt appeared on Mayumi’s delicate face, and her waist became lower.

Low and heavy.

More and more highlights of his beautiful figure.

“What about this?”

“This is the matching fan

Gojo Satoru spread the black cloak on the table and took out the mass of items wrapped at the bottom of the suitcase.

Layer by layer, the grey fabric was uncovered to show her.

It is a folding fan with lacquered wood grain, without exception, the same simplicity.

“–What is this?”

There were such question marks everywhere in the tent.

only

The last member of the crowd, Gan Bigu, pressed forward with an expression of knowing but not sure.

He had a bold guess.

“The Patriarch gave me the secret weapon to use.” Wujo Satoru replied in a calm and cool tone.

One minute off.

Nine points true.

The fake is, it’s not this one inside.

Really, things are indeed sponsored by Wutiaolun (for the sake of beating a Jianghui and losing a family’s face).

Gojo Satoru intends to surprise San Gao in the final.

“Five points, won’t it violate the rules?”

Aside from the confused Mayumi and the others, Yu Bigu asked Gojo Satoru with a slightly subtle expression.

These two things seem to be classified into the category of “sacred relics”, right?

Wouldn’t it be too foul to use it in the high school league?

“From the point of view of a “dharma weapon”?” Wutiaowu asked rhetorically.

“No, you should know, what I’m talking about… it’s too dangerous, five!”

Speaking of this topic, Yu Bigu’s originally restrained tone also brought a hint of urgency.

“I’m in control, don’t worry-”

“No, it’s not a question of controllability–”

One positive and one negative.

Yu Bigu kept singing the opposite, causing Wujo Satoru, who was a little irritable, to narrow his eyes.

“Well, I think there should be no problem.” Nakajo-senpai spoke weakly.

“Just submit it together with the CAD inspection before the game starts.

In order to corroborate her statement, she flipped through the tablet: “…in the rule book, there is no prohibition for players to wear clothes woven into the magic circle.

and,

Magic tools should also be considered CAD…?”

| Xiao Zi glanced at Wujou timidly.

“Ah, yes.”

Hearing Gojo Satoru’s answer to the sample, the question mark above Mayumi’s head increased by one more.

She raised her head, looked at the two of them, picked up the blue silk on her face and tucked it behind her ear, and asked, “Enter the magic circle?”

“That’s right.

It uses ancient magic techniques as the medium, and the operation principle is the same as that of engraving magic.

This cloak has been given a special effect, and the Warlock can wear it to make spellcasting more stable. ”

“Auxiliary effect?

If the clothing itself is not woven into a specific art, it should be fine, Suzu-chan?”

Suzune, who received Mayumi’s gaze, nodded and replied, “There is no problem with the rules.

Do not!

Correctly speaking, the people who made the rules did not envision this layer at all. ”

“Is that so?

If the General Assembly says, “No!”, we give up using it.

Is that all right? Yubigu-kun?”

Mayumi frowned a little and discussed with Gambigu who was hesitant to speak.