It's a power, not a spell

The siren sounded from far to near, and only 5 minutes had passed since the alarm, and the efficiency was terribly high.

The biggest reason for this is probably the rising crime rate in Tokyo.

Gojo Satoru knocked on the table, and pushed the phone in front of him when Nakahara looked over.

The above is the relevant data of Tokyo crime rate.

The crime rate this year is nearly three times higher than in previous years.On average, there are 06 cases of large or small cases every day, which should be an important reason for the high incidence of curses this year.

From yesterday afternoon to now, there have been three homicides in Tokyo, including the one just now, a total of four.Well above average.

But this kind of thing, no matter how you think about it, will not be directly put on the Internet, and Gojo Satoru doesn't know where he got it.

"The filth was found at the scene of the crime, but the existence of the curse spirit was not found." It was the same as this time.

That guy "Virtuoso" arrived in Tokyo yesterday afternoon.

Therefore, it is very likely that this incident has some connection with him.

Zhong Yuan also nodded.

I originally came here without hope, but I didn't expect to find a little clue.

But does it do him any good to raise the crime rate in Tokyo?What will be the purpose?

When returning the phone to Gojo Satoru, the extremely efficient Tokyo police also entered the door.

Nakahara Chuya, who glanced casually: ...

The world is really small.

Gojo Satoru also looked back, "Ah, isn't this the police officer I saw that day?"

"It's Mu Mu." Zhong Yuanzhong also felt quite a headache. He originally thought that he would never meet again, so he would directly attack that day.I didn't expect fate to be so wonderful.

Then he got more headaches.

The family that had been in contact with before appeared in front of Megushisan, and Mori Kogoro talked to him.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Now even Gojo Satoru couldn't help being surprised, "What a coincidence."

"It's a coincidence."

In a place as big as Tokyo, the probability of encountering a homicide twice and meeting the same police officer, the same detective and his family is not much greater than finding a needle in a haystack.

However, Zhong Yuanzhong also squinted his eyes, "The things on them..."

"It's the filth that got on it by accident." Wujo Wu rested his chin and fiddled with the wrinkled tablecloth thoughtfully, "It's true that if you get close, it will get a little dirty, but this is the first time I've seen it. .This luck is a bit outrageous."

These few people have been to so many places with magic spirit activities in a short period of time, how should I put it... It can be regarded as powerful in another sense.

Mu Mu Shisan led people into the place where the body was found, and came out soon, gathering the people in the restaurant together.

There are really not many people dining here, except Gojo Satoru and Nakahara, there are only a couple and a 30-year-old man.

Including waiters, chefs and store managers, there are only twelve people.

What's more, Wujo Wutiao is so tall that Mumu Shisan can see them at a glance.

"Mr. Gojo, I didn't expect you to be here too."

"Yes, what a coincidence. I saw... Officer Megure."

The corner of Mu Mu Shisan's mouth twitched, pretending not to hear those syllables, and continued: "The two of you left in a hurry last time, I still—"

"Hey!" The 30-year-old man interrupted rudely, "Hurry up if you want to investigate the case! My time is very precious, and there is no room for you to catch up on the old days here!"

He made a gesture of raising his wrist to check the time, revealing the famous brand longs watch, and glanced at them with disdain.

He has met many such people.

Mu Mushisan skillfully appeases the man, and begins the questioning process necessary to solve the case.

The first is the couple.

"We don't know anything, Mr. Police Officer, Zhizi and I have just entered the store within 10 minutes, and we haven't ordered all the dishes. How can we have time to kill people?"

"See? No, Zhizi and I have been talking, and our attention is on Zhizi. I didn't care about anything else."

Zhi Zi held his arm, blushed and nodded, affirming his answer.

As they say, the suspicion between the two of them is close to zero.

Gojo Satoru and Nakahara Chuya are next.

"Hey...it's really troublesome."

Although he really wanted to end it sooner, Gojo Satoru didn't directly name the murderer like last time.It didn't matter if he did something out of line because there was a spell attack before, and supernatural events had already happened. This time, it wouldn't be appropriate.

He does not abide by the task of keeping secrets in front of ordinary people, but it will definitely be more troublesome if he is exposed, and he has a deep understanding of this.

As for if they ask about that day... Just play dumb.

"Well, Chuya and I don't know anything, and we're just here too. Well... As for what we saw, there's nothing else. I was chatting with Zhongya, and I didn't pay attention to anything else."

"You too, Chuya?"

"Ah, um."

He intuited that the other party's words were strange, but he couldn't tell exactly what was strange.Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, and suddenly realized when he saw the couple.

——Isn’t this rhetoric almost the same as the couple just now? !

The corner of his mouth twitched.Glancing at the guy, the latter shrugged.

Although, it is true that we have been chatting all the time.

The man's name was Kenzhang Ohno, and he had a cold face from the beginning to the end, looking at people with a look of "you poor people, you are not worthy of being with me", and when it was his turn to give testimony, he also looked at charity.

"I was going to go—tsk, what a waste of time."

"Well, I stayed here for almost an hour, but I didn't even go to the toilet. Besides, I haven't seen that woman before. What good is killing her?"

Mori Kogoro spotted the blind spot: "Then how do you know the victim was a woman?"

"Huh? Isn't that obvious? The woman ran out and called 'Yaozi' just now. The one with that name can't be a man, right?"

So although it is very unpleasant, he is indeed not suspected.

Originally, the people in the store were killed, and the most likely reason was the insiders.It was no surprise that Mu Mu Shisan was the first to ask the guest first. He focused on the next step.

Accompanied by the clerk's description, they went to the back kitchen to facilitate a more intuitive reconstruction of the case process that happened not long ago.

Knowing the identity of the prisoner for a long time, the two are not interested in the process of solving the case.Gojo Satoru yawned, and just about to ask the police officer over there if he could sit down and sleep for a while, Kenzaki Ohno came over.

Of course, the goal was not him, but Chuya Nakahara next to him.

"Hey you."

The 30-year-old man already has the beer belly necessary for middle age, and his face was greasy. He moved his arms so that his wristwatch worth 20 yuan could be clearly seen.The man lowered his voice and said:

"Why don't you follow me, the treatment is definitely better than now, I don't know how much."

Nakahara Chuya: "... Huh?"

The man first glanced up and down Gojo Satoru with critical eyes.The clothes are tasteless and worthless, and they have swollen faces to pretend to be fat when they come to eat here.He is a bit taller, but he is as thin as a pole, and he doesn't have much strength at first glance, and Zhongya followed him, presumably just to show his face.But the face, where the money comes from is important.

"How much did he pay? Huh? I'll pay 100 million. Besides, I can satisfy you more than the kind of chicken that has no ability at first glance." The man said, and couldn't help reaching out to touch Zhongye Zhongye. .

Looking at the delicate and smooth skin, it seems that it has been well-raised, and I don't know how wonderful it will feel.

To be honest, when he saw this young man for the first time, he had an idea. That face alone was already top-notch, and the collar on the kid's neck made him unable to take his eyes off it.

It seems that the white-haired one is pretty good at playing, but it's a bit of a waste, and when it's in my hands——

"Oh?" Gojo Satoru snorted, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes behind the sunglasses were as cold as ice, "I'm sorry, uncle~ Can I trouble you to repeat what you just said to my students Is it?" He emphasized the word 'student'.

"what--!!"

The "white chicken" in his mouth grabbed his wrist with one hand, and with only a slight force, Kenzhang Ohno couldn't help but let out a scream like a pig being killed.

The police officer over there looked over, "What happened!?"

Gojo Satoru smiled and let go.

Kenzhang Ohno stepped back, clutching his wrist, staring at him with bloodshot eyes, startled and angry.

"You, do you know who I am! How dare you treat me like this!!"

"Oh, I encountered something dirty, Mr. Police Officer, can I go to the bathroom to clean it?"

"Bastard! Who do you call a dirty thing!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, there's something making noise, Chuya, did you hear it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled, the smile was very weak, "It should be a corpse."

"Eh? Do corpses make sounds? It's amazing."

The police officer who was cue didn't find a chance to intervene, and looked at them in bewilderment.

Kenzhang Ohno's face turned green with anger, his beer belly was trembling, and he didn't care about the police officers beside him, so he yelled: "What kind of thing are you! Maybe I can give you some money if I'm in a happy mood, or don't blame me for being rude!"

"And you, it's an honor for me to buy you! You can't make a lot of money with this guy for a night, why are you playing reserved in front of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? That thing on your neck—"

Locked by the murderous intent of the two, he was like a cock whose neck had been strangled, and he could no longer make any sound.The ridiculous expression froze on his face like a mask, and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinprick.

He was in a warm room, but it seemed as if he had fallen into an ice cave in the North Pole. The bone-chilling chill made his teeth chatter uncontrollably.A blank, almost unthinkable brain frantically sounded the alarm.

I'll die I'll die I'll die I'll die I'll die—

Terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible—

He fell to the ground.The light-colored liquid smudges.

"Oh, it's so dirty."

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to pinch his nose, and Nakahara and Nakahara took a step back at the same time in disgust.

"Are you all right?" The policeman also ignored Ohno's remarks, and stepped forward to check, "Are you acutely ill? Hello! Can you hear me?"

Hearing the sound, Mu Mu Shisan hastily ended his inquiry to the first waiter, and came over to check.

Mori Kogoro, who was serious about solving the case, was interrupted and said impatiently, "What are you doing, you are not in a hurry to leave—what's wrong with him?"

When he saw the middle-aged man slumped on the ground, he seemed to be suffering from some kind of acute illness.

"Bei Dao." Mu Mu Shisan frowned, motioned for the policeman to take Kenzhang Ohno to the hospital first, and then asked, "What happened?"

Gojo Satoru casually glanced over Kenzhang Ohno who was taken away, "Well, this guy wants to attack my students, of course a teacher can't just sit idly by. But I haven't done anything yet, suddenly I became like that, Hmm... a disappointment."

start...

Hearing this word, and then contacting the words that Kenzhang Ohno had vaguely heard just now, Mu Mu Shisan probably guessed the process, and his brows were furrowed.

"Ah, by the way, judging by this guy's proficiency, it's definitely not the first time he's done something like this." Wujo Satoru added.

"I see. We will investigate this matter carefully, and if it is true, we will never forgive you lightly."

"Hey~ Then please the police officer."