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"There are strangers approaching the office in Tsujimura, please pay attention."

"Received." Tsujimura Fukatsuki turned his head to look at the pedestrian Ayatsuji who was sitting on the wooden bench and smoking a pipe, "Ms. Ayatsuji..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a pedestrian from Ayatsuji: "Is there a visitor?"

He straightened his body and moved the chair to the table with his feet.

The table was in a mess, and there were a lot of documents, and half of the documents that were pressed underneath were exposed, and the photos pasted on it were obviously God's prayers.

There was a piece of paper at the foot of the table, which had been crumpled carelessly. Through the wrinkled surface of the paper, the person who could vaguely recognize the exposed photo was Gojo Satoru.

Dim lights, crumbling glass windows, this office is a bit too old.

Shenqi even saw mildew on the floor.

He took off the dog roll's coat and put it on his body. After leaving the museum, he didn't need to hide his identity.

[Teleportation point: Yokohama, Ayatsuji Detective Agency, yes/no to unlock. 】

"Unlock."

There was a "creaking" sound when the feet were on the floor.

Seeing the visitor, Tsujimura Fukatsuki asked in surprise, "It's you?"

Shenqi and Goumaki didn't expect to see Tsujimura Mizuki from the Supernatural Secret Service here.

Gou Juan nodded slightly and said, "Kelp."

Tsujimura Shenyue asked suspiciously, "What is he talking about?"

God prayed to help translate: "Can you go out for a while, we have something to do with him."

The him that God prayed for was obviously Ayatsuji pedestrian who was sitting on a chair and was very interested in them.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki is the investigator of the Supernatural Special Affairs Division, and his main job is to monitor the "super dangerous supernatural person" - Ayatsuji Pedestrian.

In addition to her, there are also sniper teams monitoring Ayatsuji Pedestrian around the office. Every move of Ayatsuji Pedestrian is under the surveillance of the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Shot through his head without hesitation.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki said: "We both know each other's identity, and there is no need to hide it. What is the purpose of the two conjurers coming to Ayatsuji Detective Agency?"

Two conjurers who had little contact with Ayatsuji's pedestrians came to him specially, and Tsujimura Mizuki had to be suspicious.

She said: "If you are looking for a detective, I suggest you go to Ranpo Edogawa from the Armed Detective Agency."

Ayatsuji passerby narrowed his eyes slightly, and stopped and said, "Tsujimura Fukatsuki, get out for me."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki refused: "Ms. Ayatsuji is the subject of surveillance by the Supernatural Secret Service Division. It is my responsibility to monitor you. Please do not embarrass me, Ms. Ayatsuji."

"Don't make me say it a second time." Ayatsuji pedestrian's eyes were deep, without any emotion, as cold as stagnant water in a cold pool.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki gritted his teeth, walked out of the room and closed the door of the room.

She raised her hand and pressed the call button of the microphone hidden in the collar: "Call for support."

"receive."

"Please closely monitor the target object in D2, and pay attention to the dynamics of the target object and the two men around him."

"Ok."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki took out the monitor from his pocket, put it on his ear, and hurriedly took it off when he was stung by the harsh electronic "Zi La".

Ayatsuji pedestrians groped under the table for a while, pulled out a monitor and threw it on the table.

"Tell me, what are you doing here with me?"

Shenqi first asked, "Are you a homicide detective?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian looked at him with great interest, and readily admitted: "I am."

Shenqi continued to ask: "Are there dolls in your basement?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian: "That's right."

"I want the dolls from your basement, six."

Ayatsuji Xingren answered him decisively: "Dream."

"I can pay for it," God prayed.

Ayatsuji Pedestrian drooped his eyelids and said uninterestedly, "I'm not short of money."

God prayed: "How can I give it to me?"

If he refuses again, Shenqi is ready to grab it.

[Shenqi: If he still refuses, Gou Juan, you can use the spirit of speech to hold him down, and we will grab it directly. ]

Goujuan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this behavior, and he got used to it after grabbing things with Shenqi several times.

However, Ayatsuji pedestrians unexpectedly proposed a condition: "I want to know what is in front of the two of you."

***

There is a building leading to the basement at the back door of the office, and the black cat raised by Ayatsuji pedestrians followed his footsteps to the basement.

Shenqi and Goujuan followed behind him step by step.

Shenqi raised his head suddenly, his eyes met the distant sniper who hadn't had time to avoid it.

He smiled and said silently, "Hello."

The sniper flinched, the boy looked quite harmless.

Ayatsuji Pedestrian pushed open the basement door, groped his fingers on the wall for a while, and found the switch.

The lights in the basement came on, and the dim light enveloped the cramped basement.

The ceiling in the basement is so low that Shenqi can touch it directly with his hand.

There are all kinds of handmade dolls in the basement. In addition to humanoid dolls, there are also lifelike animal dolls and even human and animal dolls with strange postures.

The air is a bit cold, but not humid, and the basement is spotless. It seems that Ayatsuji pedestrians are very concerned about the maintenance of these dolls.

The six arrows were pointing at six different dolls, and Ayatsuji glanced at the dolls he wished for, which he had specially customized from foreign masters for several months.

But once the words have been spoken, he will not go back on his word.

He took out a box from a corner, just enough to hold all six dolls.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki was a little unbelievable when he learned from the surveillance sniper that Ayatsuji pedestrians led them into the basement.

The door of the room was opened, and Shenqi, who came empty-handed, had an extra box in his hand.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki stopped them: "Excuse me, can I check the contents of the box?"

Shenqi opened the box, and after Tsujimura Fukatsuki inspected the contents, he couldn't help but said, "The reason why you came to see Mr. Ayatsuji is for these dolls?"

Dog Roll nodded: "Salmon!"

Tsujimura Shenyue stopped Shenqi from translating: "You don't need to say it, I understand this."

She opened the door of Ayatsuji Pedestrian's office, and asked in confusion: "Ms. Ayatsuji is willing to give them your precious doll?"

And one gives or six.

Ayatsuji pedestrians lay on the rocking chair, looking unhappy.He was holding a three-colored cat in his arms and was kneading, and another black cat was coiled at his feet.

He said bluntly, "Shut up."

Tsujimura Shenyue understands, it seems that she is still not reconciled to what she gave, otherwise how could she look so dead.

Ayatsuji pedestrians opened the box left by Shenqi, found a candy, and threw it into his mouth when he tore it open.

There was a sneer on his lips, the panel used to chat with the spell master?He didn't believe such nonsense.

After getting the six dolls in the basement of "Murder Detective", Shenqi can immediately make the food "Spicy Tendon Meat".

Just in time, he hasn't had dinner yet.

The two returned to the High School of Magic through the teleportation point.

[All the ingredients for "Spicy Tendon Meat" have been collected, and players can make it at any time. 】

Shenqi released the pot on the spot, and the black smoke slowly floated up.

He put the ingredients into the pot one by one according to the steps.

First, the well-prepared second-level curse spirit, Tianzhu radish, and then two packs of potato chips from Luanbu...

The ingredients put in the dog rolls at the beginning can be understood, but the ingredients placed later gradually confuse him.

Blank paper, dolls, dying magic pigeons.

No matter how you look at it, they are making dark dishes that can poison people to death.

Finally, Shenqi put [-] "poisonous mushrooms picked by Dazai in the wild" into the pot and covered the pot.

There was steam leaking from the gap, and Shenqi could already smell the appetizing spicy smell.

"Just wait for 10 minutes."

***

After returning the magic tools lent out a few months ago to the warehouse, the five Wuer roots were purified.

He scratched his ears with his fingers and said impatiently to the moth on the other end of the phone: "It's been paid back."

Wutiaowu knew that the right way of the moth would definitely teach him endlessly, so he simply hung up the phone directly. There was no sound of reprimand, and Wutiaowu's ears were quiet.

There are not many people in the high school of conjuration, and the whole campus becomes deserted when night falls.

The only sound that can be heard along the way is the rustling of leaves.

The light cast by the street lamp stretched Wujo Satoru's figure very long. He walked forward alone, and unknowingly reached the dormitory where he lived in high school.

There was a light coming out of the window, and the students living in the dormitory were second-year students.

There were people living in both rooms, and Gojo Satoru could smell the faint fragrance of vegetables wafting from the room.

Hiding in the dark, he saw the door open, and the boy with the rice bowl knocked on the door next door.

"Wu, do you want to eat?"

Gojo Satoru has recently devoted himself to research on how to combine the reversal technique "He" and the forward rotation technique "Cang". After his continuous research and practice, he found that the conflict between positive infinity and negative infinity can make the power of illusion pour out However, if he controls this power, he can use the strongest imaginary style.

However, these are currently in the experimental stage.

He forgot to eat and sleep for research and even forgot to eat. Xia Youjie called him, and he remembered that he had locked himself in the room for a day and hadn't eaten rice.

Indulging in the fun of the experiment made him forget his hunger.

Xia Youjie handed him the water thoughtfully, and he sighed slightly: "If I don't come back today, will you starve to death?"

Gojo Satoru ate too fast, the corner of his mouth got rice grains accidentally, he rolled his tongue carelessly, and swallowed the rice grains.

"It won't starve to death."

Xia Youjie rested his hands behind his head, and he hadn't closed his eyes for nearly a month. As long as he fell asleep, the ugly faces of ordinary people he thought the conjurer needed to protect would surround him one by one.

The sound of Gojo Satoru swallowing food reached Xia Youjie's ears like a lullaby. He closed his eyes and fell asleep under the moonlight.

Gojo Satoru had already finished his meal: "Jie..."

He found that the person beside him had fallen asleep, took off his coat and covered him, and murmured, "Have you been so tired lately?"

He leaned against Xia Youjie, raised his head and started counting the stars boringly.

One, two, three, anyway, many...

The sound of the door opening made Gojo Satoru withdraw from his memory, he let out a chuckle and turned to leave.

The scent wafted along the wind, Gojo Satoru moved his nose, and immediately guessed that the disobedient student Shenqi was eating supper behind his back.

He teleported to the source of the fragrance.

10 minutes has come.

Shenqi put the spicy tendon meat in the pot on a plate, the tight meat was wrapped in red red oil, and a layer of fragrant spicy pepper was sprinkled on the meat.

The dog roll smelled it, and it was spicy before eating it.

"Muyuhua..." Goujuan had an aggrieved expression on his face, it was too spicy for him to eat.

Shenqi took out two bottles of iced Coke: "There is this."

The chopsticks picked up a piece of meat, Shen Qi just lifted up the chopsticks, and the plate and chopsticks in his hand were snatched away by two sudden hands.

Shen Qi said angrily: "Teacher Wutiao!"

The meat had already entered Wujo Wu's mouth, and he said vaguely, "La La La, the teacher will taste it for you first."

Wujo Wu's mouth was hot red, like a layer of bright lipstick.

He opened his mouth and said involuntarily: "Appear, mascot!"

Drops a doll-sized human from midair.

He half sat on the ground, rubbing his black hair sleepily.

Around his mouth, there is a scar from top to bottom.

He glanced at Wujo Wu, frowned and said, "Why are you?"

"unlucky."