Spell Corrosion

Mariko's house is in the well-known wealthy area of ​​Mihua Town, and Nakaya originally wanted to have a blast on his motorcycle and drive directly there, but his throbbing head made him give up this idea.

The stamina of the wine has not gone down yet, and all night, my mind is full of frequent switching memories, all from the age of seven to 15, and some incoherent interspersed fragments in Hong Kong and Hei, the second half of which is full of The bandaged bastard who jumped up and down caused Nakahara Chuya to look quite bad now.

Chu also suspected that he might have been besieged to death because Dazai Osamu was too unpopular and made too many enemies when he came to power.

In fact, this guess is quite close to the truth.

"If you don't feel well, you can actually rest at home."

Gojo Satoru didn't go to the co-pilot, opened the door and sat in the back seat with Nakaya.

Nakaya, who had grown nearly ten centimeters overnight, closed his eyes and leaned on Gojo Satoru's shoulder.

"To shut up."

From the age of 15 to now, the lines on Chuya's face are a bit sharp, and his voice is a little hoarse when he speaks.

He doesn't really want to listen to Gojo Satoru right now.

After the game session ended last night, his nerves paralyzed by alcohol were no longer as sensitive as before. Although Wu Tiao didn't ask any too far-reaching questions, he didn't intend to continue to hide the memory.

But the problem is what happened after that.

The spirit was already sleepy, and Nakahara Zhongya wanted to get up and go back to the room in a daze after answering the five questions, but he tripped over the handle thrown on the ground, and the sudden increase in height had not yet adapted, and he almost bent his knees and fell short on the table.

Nakaya, who couldn't walk back to the room smoothly, was carried back by Gojo in the end.

The increase of nearly ten centimeters made the originally comfortable pajamas narrower. Nakaya Gojo took a piece of his own pajamas and changed it for him. He closed his eyes the whole time and let the other party play with him. He just pretended that he had fallen asleep and lost consciousness. It seemed that in this way, the other party would not discover the fact that he was still awake.As for her fair skin, which was already reddened by the smell of alcohol, she couldn't tell whether the specific reason for the redness was alcohol or embarrassment.

Tucked into the air-conditioning quilt, when the bangs were pulled away, Zhongye breathed gently and took a short breath.

In fact, he didn't really need this good night kiss, that bag of spoils was enough for him to sleep peacefully for several days.

Thinking this way in his mind, the other party seemed to have really received his brain waves, nothing happened, and the bangs fell back to his forehead steadily.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and was waiting for Wutiao to go out quickly, but his right hand that was outside the quilt was pulled up.

The tip of the index finger that had been in the mouth a few hours ago was scalded, and the familiar mantra flowed.

Finally, a smiling "good night".

The kiss imprinted on the fingertips was more nerve-wracking than the forehead, and Nakaya almost used the willpower he had received during the torture training under the hands of sister Hongye before curling up his fingertips unconditionally.

He didn't open his eyes until the door was closed, but just retracted his hands under the quilt, turned over, and buried half of his face in the soft pillow, only revealing the tip of a red ear.

He didn't want to know if Gojo Satoru found out that he was pretending to sleep.

Because of the recovery of his body, most of the clothes Gojo Satoru prepared for him before can no longer be worn. I thought I would have to find a loose-fitting one that I could wear today, but in the morning Yijizhi was carrying a bag Clothes rang the doorbell.

Other people's auxiliary supervisors are ruthless loan lenders, and Wujo Satoru almost regards the auxiliary supervisor as a life assistant.

But what he said made sense.

"Mr. Suzuki probably provoked the curse. Isn't it a routine operation for me to ask Shang Yizhi to release the account?"

Yuanzi had obviously greeted the family yesterday. Yidizhi was released by the security after the gate guard reported his house number and the last four digits of Wutiao's mobile phone. He walked along the circular path to the second half of the community and found it near the artificial lake. The three-storey villa mentioned in Wutiao.

Like Sonoko, the chairman of the Suzuki Foundation, Suzuki Shiro, is also quite easy-going. Chuya quietly listened to the two people's greetings on the sofa in the living room. After sending out the amulet engraved with the magic formula, Gojo asked Sonoko The so-called weird situation.

"Anyway, nothing major happened. I guess it's just bad luck."

Suzuki Shiro, who had been troubled by this strange incident for a week, took off his glasses and wiped them off. The middle-aged man still had thick dark circles under his eyes caused by insomnia. Obviously, he didn't care as much as he said.

He didn't get any more useful information from Mr. Suzuki, and Nakaya, the figure-detecting magic-spirit radar, didn't sense the existence of a magic-spirit nearby. Gojo Satoru finally proposed to go to the garage to have a look.

Although I don't understand why Wujo, a people's teacher, is so concerned about this matter, Suzuki Shiro didn't refuse. It's not a big deal, so he asked the housekeeper to open the garage|garage with the two of them to check when he sent them out.

"It is indeed as Miss Suzuki said, there are no problems with the brakes in all aspects."

After obtaining the consent of the housekeeper, he ignited and tried it, but Zhong did not find any faults. The car he was sitting in was the Renault that Shiro Suzuki hit the insurance salesman when he went out for the last time.The situation at that time was that the brakes failed, but just now Zhong also tapped the brakes, and there was no problem at all in terms of sensitivity.

"There's no filthy spell power either." Gojo Satoru circled the car, "If it's really not due to man-made reasons, then it seems that the ability of this spell spirit is very interesting, probably the type that needs triggering conditions."

That is to say, Suzuki Shiro was not necessarily cursed somewhere, maybe on his way from get off work one day he passed by the place where the curse was entrenched, the condition to trigger the curse may be to cross the river where the curse lives, or simply buy a Takoyaki.Generally, this kind of curse will have various omens before it is completely fatal, such as the front car radar that sounded for no reason this time.

If they want to save Suzuki Shiro, they can't just stay by his side. The key point is to find out where the curse is.

Suzuki Shiro was lucky, Sonoko told Gojo Satoru about the accident before the accident, but there is no guarantee that there will be other victims of this curse, and the police who are not sensitive to curses may have dealt with it as an ordinary traffic accident.

"Don't you have a conjurer who is responsible for the investigation?" Zhongya turned off the ignition and got out of the car, talked with Gojo, and walked towards the garage door, "For example, the magic formula can reveal the truth at a glance. "

"It would be great if there was such a convenient ability."

The two bid farewell to the housekeeper, and before they left, they asked Yidizhi to drive around the entire neighborhood. In the end, Gojo Satoru, who found nothing, planned to deal with the incident according to the usual procedures.

After dialing the phone number of Police Officer Megure, Gojo Satoru explained the possibility of Suzuki Shiro being cursed in a few words, and after confirming that the other party had understood the seriousness of the situation, he asked for the specific trajectory of the other party's actions in the past half month.

Accompanied by a crisp keyboard knocking sound from the other side of the phone, Police Officer Megure clamped the phone between his ears and shoulders: "I always remember that someone asked me for Suzuki Shiro's information a while ago." The knocking sound After a pause, Police Officer Megure, who was so busy recently because of frequent curses, opened his mouth wide, and let out two hecks in his throat, "Mr. Gojo, you said that you have confirmed that Suzuki is a curse?"

"Yeah, Almighty, I think so, then it must be so." Gojo Satoru's narcissistic statement made Nakaya, who was playing with his mobile phone, give him a sideways glance, and Gojo Satoru, who felt that there was nothing wrong with his words, walked around Chuya Going to click on the character on his screen, he almost succeeded in causing the character in the explorer costume to deviate from the right path and fall off the cliff, "Did you remember the key clue?"

"No." Although he couldn't see it through the phone, Gojo Gojo felt the uneasiness in his eyes through the trembling tone of the other party, "Two days ago, a high school student detective who often helped me solve cases also asked me for Suzuki's Because he is familiar with Mr. Suzuki's daughter, I showed him the information after I asked Mr. Suzuki."

Speaking of this, Police Officer Mu Mu swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

After all, that kid is also the son of a great writer, and the parents themselves know it. If something happened to him, he would definitely feel uneasy for the rest of his life. ordinance.

Nakaya also obviously heard this sentence. When Gojo asked the name of the high school student detective, he had already forked out the game that was interrupted by Gojo.

"It's the son of mystery novelist Kudo Yusaku, Kudo Shinichi." Megure had already found all the information at this time, and sent an electronic version directly to five mailboxes.

And Zhong, who contacted Yuanzi, also got a reply. Today, Shinichi didn't come to class or ask for leave.

Kudo Shinichi lives alone in Tokyo, and Xiaolan, who has the closest relationship with him, was the last person who contacted him.According to Xiaolan, Shinichi seemed to have been inspired by something when they chatted about the latest suspense movie last night, and said that he knew what happened to Mr. Suzuki, and then hung up the phone, After that, Ran couldn't contact Shinichi anymore.

Originally, Xiaolan wanted to ask about it at school today, but Xinyi not only did not come to class, but no matter how many calls he made on his mobile phone, it was always a message box.

"This is troublesome."

Hanging up the phone, Gojo Wujo clicked on the received information, pulled down the progress bar, looked at the dense itinerary, and directly mourned the lost Kudo Shinichi for three seconds in his heart.

Suzuki Shiro is worthy of being the chairman of the Suzuki Group. Just looking at the itinerary, you can tell that he is a very busy person. If you investigate them one by one, it is estimated that by the time they find the way, the high school student who plays detective games may be completely chilled.

"Near the places where Mr. Suzuki's accident happened, is there any building that can see all of these places?" Nakahara Nakaya raised his phone, and there was a movie introduction on it, "I asked Miss Mori and Kudo which movie they were talking about yesterday. The movie, Ms. Suzuki said, is called "The Omnipresent Sight."

Gojo Satoru quickly recalled the places he had just scanned, and couldn't help rubbing the top of Chuya's head: "Nice job, Chuya."

"Go to the Wutiao Building, Yidizhi."

The author has something to say: There is still a chapter to add more (because I miscalculated my word count, the number of words was not enough to 7W before the scheduled time to enter V, so I made up the previously owed add more in advance!)