Goujuan always refuses to confess

"Huh? As I said before, Yokohama is very dangerous, please be careful."

"I didn't expect Yokohama to be the place where you and Nanami-senpai did the mission, so I came here."

Shizhikong smiled, recited what he had said in the dessert shop.

Gou Juanji didn't believe a word said by his friend with curved eyebrows and a smile. Senior Nanami didn't reveal his destination before he took him into the car. In a few seconds, Shizhi arrived in Yokohama from Tokyo. The silver-haired boy did it early in the morning. Well get ready to skip school.

Dog Roll: "Kelp?"

Shizhi: "How did you come here? I wanted to learn Wutiao teacher's spells, but he refused to teach me, so I can only... find a disciple."

A silver-haired boy dressed as a student always used the word "believer" a little bit against the law, and when he asked about it in detail, the silver-haired boy briefly explained how he came here.

"Believers give everything to me, isn't that what they should do?" Facing other people's doubts, Shi Zhikong took it for granted, "I am their god."

The silver-haired boy touched his chest with his right hand when he spoke, and his golden eyes peeled off a little when he mentioned the word "God", and a thin layer of light golden sunlight shrouded him, showing a little inhuman feeling.

It was a fleeting time, and soon Toto took the dog roll to tell me where the store of the gashapon machine I saw last time was.

Goujuan has long been used to Shizhi speaking with questions from time to time, and Nanami Jianren, who is not a teacher of our school, called the unwatchable Gojo Satoru tactfully in the language of social animals on the phone, and then he turned to look at the two curses. s student.

Two first-level conjurers plus one quasi-first-level conjurer, this building for today's work is a bit too luxurious.

But... Can Shi Zhikong really be counted as combat power?

Jianren Qihai didn't know, he pushed his glasses, called the names of two students, briefly explained the mission objectives to them, and focused on Shizhikong.

"Tuzhi-student, please wait outside." Nanami Jianren finished speaking and turned to Yiji Jiegao, the assistant supervisor who was driving, "I'm sorry, and Shizhi-student please take care of me too."

Yizhizhi: ...Why did you mention my name!I don't want to stay with Shizhikong!

Complaining in my heart, I complained, and the assistant supervisor of Jugao still settled the account honestly, muttering in a low voice why he still ran into people he didn't want to see when he came out to work...

"Hey wow!" Yidizhi turned his head when he felt someone's voice beside him, and then he was taken aback by the magnified pair of golden eyes, "Shizhi-kun!!!"

I don't know when the silver-haired boy standing next to him got very close to him, the sound of breathing was clearly visible, and what was even more frightening was those shining golden eyes - when he was looked at, he seemed to be caught by something. Directly looking creatures snap to normal.

"I can hear it." Seeing Yidizhi's expression in his eyes, Shizhi pulled the distance away, "Yidizhi, you are really nervous and afraid of me."

Shizhi opened the trunk of the car talking to himself, and found that the pudding he had emptied before had been replenished, and immediately ignored the bad things Yidizhi said about him in his heart, or he didn't care.

With his back leaning on the car door, Juzhi undid the collar of his school uniform a little, and with his hands, he took off the lid of the plastic shell of the pudding, and used a spoon to put the orange-yellow body and the bitter black caramel into his mouth.

Shizhi licked his lips, looked up at the office building covered by the tent.

He thought for a while, but asked Yidizhi a question that was wrong: "Why doesn't the school want me to come to Yokohama again?"

Although no one said it, Juzhi heard this conclusion from the hearts of two of them when they appeared in front of them.

Compared with Jianren Qihai's idea that only appeared for a moment, it was obviously the weaker supervisor Yiji who had a better breakthrough.

Just after mentioning this sentence, Yidizhi, who had just calmed down his mind, started to flick the screen again. This was something he couldn't control, and Shizhi probably found the answer in the messy heart sounds.

——It seems that he made too much noise when he was doing the task before, which made Yokohama's supernatural organization wary, and then proposed a small restriction.

"Restrict me from coming to Yokohama? Naiji, don't you need to report now?"

"...Student Shizhi, please don't give me any more work!"

The flustered auxiliary supervisor moved out of the computer and began to work on the spot beside the car. After a few glances at Shizhi, he lost interest in the overflowing text.

The silver-haired boy was eating pudding, and stood idly there, surrounded only by the sound of the assistant supervisor tapping on the keyboard.

Yidizhi, who had done a good job reporting, was suddenly patted on the shoulder from the side, even though he knew who was standing beside him, he still shrank his neck.

Yidizhi pushed his glasses and raised his head upwards: "Mr. Shizhi, my report is almost finished, please don't—"

The assistant supervisor's voice stopped abruptly, and he saw the silver-haired boy with his head raised suddenly close his golden eyes. After a few seconds, the boy's eyes fell on him.

"You said before, how many curses are there?" Shizhi asked.

"Two big ones, and some small groups of curses, so I ask Goujuan to clean up the scene." Yidizhi stepped aside, and put a bag on the back seat, which was filled with throat medicines.

"But..." Shizhi bent down, took out a bottle of medicine from the bag, and threw it in his hand, "The amount of curses in it is a bit beyond the standard."

Where there are only two big curses, there are more than four or five noisy people.

This is an office building for office use. Today, because the conjurer is going to come to exorcise the curse, everyone in the whole building is on holiday, just to make room for the space.

The curse was born in the human heart. The fear of human beings caused unknown creatures to breed in dark corners and nurtured them to grow to the point where they could devour human beings.

If you want to talk about the place of work, the fear...mostly comes from some social topics, such as overtime, promotion, layoffs, salary adjustments, etc. The accumulation of small curses will also affect people's normal life and work.

Qihai Jianren, as a senior who has graduated for a long time, took the lead and was responsible for solving the main two large-scale curses, and the rest of the small ones were handed over to the younger generation to clear the field.

After confirming that the two big ones appeared within his field of vision, Jianren Qihai separated from Goujuanji.

Originally, everything should have gone according to plan, until Jianren Qihai saw the third level-one curse that appeared outside the "window" observation.

"Does this count as overtime?" The adult male who has always said the phrase "labor is shit" as a wise saying loosened his bow tie and wiped off the blood of the curse spirit on the knife, "If there are only three... Four."

Very slowly, another strange-shaped curse spirit crawled in from the direction of the door crawling on the ceiling.

—… Three, four, five, why are there more?

It's not that I doubt the accuracy of the "window". The deviation of one or so is within the acceptable range, but it's a bit weird if it goes any higher.

What's more...Qihai Jianren's eyes under his glasses flickered twice.

——The cursed appearance in front of him was a bit strange.

——Judging from the remaining mana power...

A reliable adult conjurer is ready to save the life of the curse spirit to find the answer, but he can't figure out how the unexpected character will act.

For example - golden arrows surrounded by dancing light arcs thundered down most of the wall on the floor he was on, and more arrows shot into the fallen wall like a rainbow piercing the sun In the future, the curse spirits who were too late to escape were nailed to the ceiling on the same floor.

For a moment, the curses howled endlessly.

And the instigator who caused all this climbed in from the outside by climbing the broken wall—here is the height of ten floors, the silver-haired boy has a pair of golden peach blossom eyes with curved eyebrows.

"Eh? Isn't the thorn on this floor?"

The young man looked around the messy office environment, with a frivolous tone.

"I'm sorry, Nanami—Hai, if you need compensation for damage here, let the school go directly to my disciples."