Goujuan always refuses to confess

"Ten branches are empty!"

"Hey, here, Nanami, you don't have to shout so loudly, I can hear you"

"..." Jianren Qihai pushed his glasses, covering Wu Yan behind them, "Stand up, what does it look like!"

The silver-haired boy who was reprimanded turned a deaf ear, and still stuck to his companion as if he had no bones. In the end, the spell master couldn't see the black face of the senior in front of him, and pushed the person leaning on him.

Dog roll: "Dried bonito."

The people who were pushed and shoved were unmoved, but the shorter person was hugged even tighter by him. The spell master showed a embarrassed expression, and looked helplessly at the adults leading the team.

Behind Qihai Jianren is the half-collapsed office building, surrounded by a difficult-looking assistant supervisor, and in front of him is a "hard-to-break" high-spirited student.

The reliable adult conjurer took a deep breath.

"Give it to me." Nanami Jianren reached out and took the note with the phone number from Idichina, and showed the number in front of Shizhi, "What's going on?"

Shizhi raised his eyelids: "Huh? The phone number I gave Yidizhi? What's wrong?"

Qihai: "I'm not asking you to tell the obvious facts, what is the situation of the person behind this number?"

people?Wen Yan Shizhi took some time to think about what was wrong with the number he gave.

Does he think there is no problem?In Yokohama, don't you have to find the local snakes in Yokohama to deal with the aftermath?The last time he was in a bad mood, he only remembered the profession of illusionist. This time, of course, he was looking for the port Mafia.

Is it because the level is not enough?Shizhi puffed up his mouth, this is a bit difficult, he will not be able to get his own people to be promoted and raise their salaries for a while, this team leader is the highest position he can find.

Ten-branched jaws rested on Goujul's shoulders, and he replied vaguely, "O believers, believers who work in Yokohama."

Qihai froze for a moment: "What?"

Seeing that the adults leading the team had some doubts, Yidizhi quickly went to Qihai's ear and explained a few words, roughly meaning that the student Shizhikong was a magic stick before he was brought out of the ravine.

"A believer? Last year's kind?" Even though he didn't participate in it himself, Qihai Jianren still heard about last Christmas's incident.

"No... In fact, Juzhi-san is quite formal." Yizhi went through the materials of the second-year students in his mind, "The shrine opened also has procedures and certificates, and it seems to have been handed down from the Edo period."

Yidizhi didn't say anything more specific, and he didn't know how many believers Shizhi Kongkou had and where they were distributed, but he only heard the silver-haired boy mention it occasionally, and it always surprised people.

Seeing two adults talking together in a low voice, Shizhi asked, "So is there something wrong with this phone number? Did I give it wrong?"

"No." The two adults looked at each other for the last time, and the questioning ended with Jianren Qihai putting away his phone number.

Of course, they couldn't ask the people at the port Mafia to deal with the aftermath. After making several phone calls, Yidizhi nodded and bowed to the air for a long time, which made Qihaijian people say "labor is shit" again.

Standing on the unfamiliar streets of Yokohama, Shizhi was still holding a can of soda in his empty hand. The cold water vapor slid down the can and landed on Shizhi's fingertips.

The text message he just received on his mobile phone let him know exactly what happened to him at the moment.

—he was probably forgotten.

——Oh, Thorn was also taken away by the cart.

Shizhi read the explanation message sent by Yidizhi several times, and the text was full of apology from the assistant supervisor, with sincere words, saying that he did not mean it several times.

Shizhi seemed to be able to see a terrified auxiliary supervisor standing in front of him tremblingly, explaining that he was urged by a fellow first-level conjurer, so he stepped on the accelerator and passed through a traffic light. There is no one in the car.

There were only three people in the car when they came, and after all, Shi Zhi was the one who suddenly appeared.

[I'm very sorry, Jueda-kun!Mr. Nanami is in a hurry!Send me your address or location, and I'll pick you up with navigation! ]

There are still a few lines behind the message. Yi Dizhi was too nervous and made several typos, but Shi Zhi looked around and felt that the river next to him looked familiar.

There is no bridge on the side but there is a tram passing by. It seems that it is not far from the place where a dark thing jumped into the river to commit suicide...?

Shizhi, who was remembering the road name, heard something, he lowered his head while holding the unopened soda can, and saw a white-haired boy with piercing eyes under the embankment.

If Shizhi was an ordinary person, he probably wouldn't be able to guess what the white-haired boy staring at him was thinking.

But Shizhikong is the special one.

The white-haired boy was dressed in rags, his face was black and gray, and only a pair of golden eyes shone like a hungry tiger looking for food. When he faced Shizhi, he swallowed unconsciously. Drooling.

Ten Zhi playfully opened the soda can in his hand and took a sip. He asked condescendingly, "Are you looking at me?"

The white-haired boy obviously didn't expect Shizhi to take the initiative to talk to him. The ferocious expression he tried to put on froze, and he became flustered for a moment, and then immediately straightened his face again.

The young man's heartfelt voice kept echoing in Shizhi's ears, probably because of his pretentious calmness, the contrast between his bravado and his appearance, and the fact that the other party's target was himself, so Shizhi was not in a hurry to leave.

"Hmm... Your name is Dun? Are you hungry and have no money?...Oh, I was kicked out of the orphanage. I didn't want to take this step, but I really couldn't make it through, so I had to resort to this trick to grab it." My money—hey, you are very brave and want to rob me."

Sentence by sentence, he repeated the white-haired boy's heartfelt words for a long time. After he finished speaking, he took a sip of soda, and Shi Zhi caught the boy's terrified gaze.

The white-haired boy who had been peeped into his heart couldn't help taking a step back.

——What's the matter with this person?He knows why I think!

"What's the matter? Don't plan to grab it?"

The white-haired boy is like a cat with a frizzed fur at the moment, and did not answer Shizhi. Shizhi drank the soda in a leisurely manner. He squeezed the finished soda can with one hand, and the aluminum can was crumpled. A small piece was synthesized.

——Wait, is this going to hit the iron plate?Is it better to replace it?

Shi Zhi looked at the boy with great interest as he was about to withdraw, his head started to turn, and he denied that he wanted to rob.

"No... I'm just a little thirsty. I couldn't help it when I saw the soda in your hand..." After explaining far-fetchedly, the white-haired boy turned his head to look at the river, "I don't know what you said!"

Seeing the white-haired boy retreat, Shizhi felt a little bored.

He originally thought that he could have some fun before the man from Mangao came to pick him up, but who knew that this young man had a wicked heart and no guts.

Shizhi lowered his head and began to give Yidizhi his position. The assistant supervisor over there seemed to be waiting, and replied "received" in seconds, asking Shizhi to wait for a while.

Shi Zhi re-locked the screen of his phone in boredom, and was about to raise his legs to wait for the vehicle on the side of the road. As soon as he raised his feet, he turned his head after stepping on a step.

The silver-haired boy raised his eyebrows and looked down at the river below from a height. The boy who had murmured in his heart that he was going to rob him was still standing there, but this was not what attracted him to turn back.

——If Yokohama is so big, he has only been here twice recently and met both of them... That is indeed quite a coincidence.

In the familiar river channel, a figure floated down from the upper reaches in an upside-down posture, while the white-haired boy struggled with his legs for more than ten seconds before jumping into the water.

This should have nothing to do with Shi Zhikong.

But I couldn't stand the nagging voice of the "black mud spirit" in the water. Unlike the last suicide tutorial, this time the "black mud spirit" had a lot of tricks in mind.

——What detective agencies, commissions, man-eating tigers, etc.?

So Shizhikong walked down.

When the white-haired boy snorted and snorted to fish the "water entrant" to the bank, Shi Zhi just stood by the river bank and looked at him, showing no intention of helping.

The white-haired boy didn't expect that the person he had just read into his heart would come down when he saved someone. When the other person got nervous, he let go, and the person who had just rescued fell back into the river.

"Wait—" There was another burst of panic.

Shi Zhi had a pair of peach blossom eyes, and couldn't help laughing.

This "black mud spirit" was already cursing in his heart, obviously he didn't expect to be able to choke on another sip of water after being fished up, but he couldn't open his eyes as he pretended, so he could only cough several times in a suffocated manner.

What follows is the mutual disgust between the rescuer and the "rescued".

"Speaking of which, the one next to you...you seemed to have laughed just now, didn't you?"

As if he had just discovered the existence of Shizhi, the man in the windbreaker who was soaked all over his body gently grabbed his wrist with his bandaged hand, and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

This was originally a very common pulling action, and there was no skill at all.

But it was such a moment of skin contact that made Shi Zhikong's pupils constrict and his expression froze.

—He...couldn't hear.

No, to be precise, it is not deaf. He can still hear the sound of gurgling water, the sound of people talking, and even the sound of cars and trams passing by in the distance. All the sounds that can be received by ears He could hear the voice.

But the most annoying wave disappeared without a trace.

——He couldn't hear the human voice.

—what just happened?

There were no red marks left on the loosened wrist, and bruised blood vessels were throbbing under the skin. Tokae Sora's complexion was pale because he stayed in the shrine all year round and didn't go out. Now he looked a little transparent under the sunlight.

—he heard it again.

Shizhi's absent-mindedness lasted for quite a while, he frowned and turned his wrist over and over again, indifferent to the development around him.

Let's conclude that one of his own mutations is related to the black mud spirit... Oh, his name is Osamu Dazai, and his colleague who just arrived earlier shouted his name.

Juzhi stared straight at the man named Osamu Dazai, and the gaze that could send chills down the spine was ignored by the man—he didn't even turn his head.

After experiencing mutual dislike among colleagues and mutual exchange of names among strangers, the three people who just met in front of Shizhi seem to be planning to have a meal together.

"Can you bring me one for dinner?"

A soft and gentle male voice came from behind, Kunikida, who was annoyed by his partner, quickly put away his hideous expression and turned around, only to find that it was the silver-haired boy who was standing by the river in a daze just now.

The boy's golden peach blossom eyes narrowed into a long and narrow line, looking a little seductive at the moment.

"Tun, can I call you that? If you want tea and rice, I can also treat you."

With one hand behind his back, Shizhi turned down the volume of the phone and at the same time turned off the vibration of the incoming call.

A notification popped up on the screen of the mobile phone that hadn't turned off, and a short line of words was covered by the thumb: Missed call - dog roll spine.