Goujuan always refuses to confess

Skipping class is not a success.

It's not that Gojo Satoru insisted on keeping him in class, but that Shizhikong's great career of skipping classes was interrupted by other things.

The people from the school came aggressively, and they ran to Wujo Wu who was standing beside him and whispered a few words, the white-haired teacher thoughtfully, then nodded, and called Shizhi's name again.

"Kong, someone is looking for you, okay, don't gossip with Ji." With his hands in his pockets, seeing that his student didn't plan to move, he was going to carry him out with his hands. I haven't come back yet, let them move freely."

After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he walked towards Juzhi. The silver-haired boy who had heard his thoughts earlier straightened his back, and stood up straight from the posture of leaning on his classmates.

He glanced at the school staff in Laitong, without saying a word, he took the initiative to take a step, not to let Gojo Goku grab his collar.

A few minutes later, he sat in an empty conference room at the school. The projector screen had already been put down. Shizhi randomly picked an empty seat and sat down. He took out a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth.

After a while, a few more people came in, filling up the small conference room.

His teacher sat straight behind him, and within a few seconds his back was poked twice.

"Is there any more lollipops?"

Shi Zhi ignored him, and after a few seconds, he was tapped on the back again.

"I said Shi Zhikong, give the teacher a lollipop."

Shizhi still didn't respond, and then Gojo Satoru kept poking twice in a few seconds, and finally annoyed Shizhi, and took out a canned herring and poked the opponent's mouth.

Of course, the non-malicious and aggressive actions were not blocked, and the white-haired teacher suddenly came into contact with strange tastes, even if he was Wujou, his face was also distorted for a moment.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, he quickly spit out the lollipop, which was so unpalatable that he wanted to put it in place. Gojo Satoru put his arms around his student's shoulder in a bad tone.

"Sora, the teacher wants to talk to you after school—"

"Ahem." Principal Ye Moth standing in front of the projector didn't give Gojo Satoru a chance to make an appointment with his students, and he began to speak as the staff arrived.

The matter is about two female high school students and a waiter who died mysteriously in a cafe in Kobe City last Saturday-the cause of death was increased brain pressure and respiratory paralysis caused by head deformation.

Principal Ye Moth manipulated the projector a few times and released some pictures for the people in the conference room to see.

Shizhi was originally distracted.

He didn't know why a room full of teachers and magicians he didn't know gathered together and called him. After the picture on the projector appeared, he thought he knew why.

This coffee shop is familiar to him, isn't it the one where he asked believers to meet?

The round candy rolled around in the mouth against the tip of the tongue, and half of the white stick was held between the lips and teeth.

He didn't hide anything when he met the believers. He was probably seen on surveillance and called him over to ask about the situation.

As for other things?Shi Zhi rolled his eyes twice. He was sitting in a blind spot for monitoring, and he couldn't see anything.

——Shouldn't it be discovered?

It also introduces the situation of the crime scene a little bit, such as what the body looks like, the abnormality is caused by external force, and nothing can be seen after calling the monitoring... and so on.

It is a matter of course that the mantra commits crimes and cannot be photographed.

The case was almost finished, and the questioning began.

Shizhi was named by Principal Ye Moth, and he lazily raised his hand, showing a lack of interest.

His performance and reaction can be called indifference. If it were other students sitting here, they would have already been angry because of the evil behavior of the curse spirit.

But he is empty.

The silver-haired boy sat up straight after being reminded by his teacher pointing his spine, saving a bit of his lazy image.

After being asked about the itinerary for the day, Shizhi rested his chin and pretended to be thinking seriously, and would give an answer later.

"I'm going to meet believers on Saturday. Do I need to say my name? Let's not talk about it for now. It doesn't feel necessary."

"After finishing the work, we chatted for a while, and asked him how ordinary male high school students should get along with each other. After the chat, he left. I sat there and ate another round of desserts."

"When I left... I don't have much memory. At that time, there were not many people in the store. It seemed that there were such two girls? The waiter seemed to have delivered food to me."

Shizhi didn't tell a single lie from the beginning to the end, but just concealed some things.

As soon as his words fell, the questioning appeared.

Unknown magician: "The curse? Curse spirit? Did you see it?"

Shizhi squinted his eyes: "Well... no, the coffee shop was very ordinary when I left."

Unknown magician: "Well... tsk, if you remember anything, you must say it!"

After speaking, the adults in the room entered into a heated discussion, and began to analyze what level of magic spirit this was, judging from the remaining filth of the magic power...

Shizhi lost interest after listening to the discussion of these conjurers, and nestled back in the chair, and took apart the lollipop after eating.

Oh good, this time it's cola flavored.

Throwing away the candy wrapper and throwing it on the table, Shizhi was about to crush the candy ball in one bite when a slender white hand spread out in front of him.

Shizhi:?

Glancing to the side, his teacher didn't participate in the small group discussion, and stretched out his hand from behind, apparently begging for candy from him.

"Teacher Wutiao, what are you doing here?"

"Ensure the safety and attendance of the students, and don't accidentally disappear." Gojo Satoru said the answer without distraction, with his hands still open, "Teacher saw the candy in your pocket, come and give it to me." Normal flavors, no ginger, no durian."

Ten sticks covered his pockets, what he came up with today were all weird flavors, he had to save a few sticks for the dog roll that normal people could eat, and the rest were only suitable for pranks.

Gojo Wu pretended to grab a few times, but fortunately he still had the morality of a teacher, so he didn't really fight Shizhi.

The man wasn't discouraged even if he didn't eat candy, his eyes seemed to pass over the people in front of the projector, and then fixed on Shizhi.

"So Kong really didn't think of any clues?"

After hearing this, Shizhi turned to look at his teacher.

The silver-haired boy had a lollipop in his mouth, and the round candy bulged his right cheek.

The watery peach blossom eyes were rarely opened, unlike the usual lazy and feline posture, the golden pupils stared at his teacher for a long time.

After a while, the silver-haired boy thought of something and slowly raised his hand.

"Everyone, I remembered something."

Coins, buttons, get drinks.

Juji bent down and took the soda out of the delivery port.

He was only released from the meeting room 10 minutes ago. Those conjurers kept asking him for such important information. Why didn’t you say it before? Now that the corpses are gone after so long, how can you prove that what you said is true? .

Shizhi's way of coping was also very simple. He put on the expression of facing the believer and smiled happily, but was stunned by the conjurer on the opposite side.

"I don't know, I thought you could see it?"

"As a student, do I need to take the initiative to report this? Sorry, I don't understand this very well, I haven't learned it yet."

I didn't know how to bite myself to death, and read my mind from time to time to annoy the conjurers on the opposite side. Seeing that they couldn't get any useful information from him, the conjurers let him go.

As soon as the door was closed, the adults started a heated discussion about the abnormal and strange death.

After leaving the teaching building, Shizhi went to the vending machine to buy drinks, bought two cans, opened one of the cans and drank by himself, and threw the other can directly to the right.

There was no sound of metal cans rolling on the ground, and the sound of human footsteps gradually approaching.

"I'll give you lemonade, what are you having for lunch in the cafeteria today?"

"Omurice, Ochazuke, Tamagoyaki, Mentaiko... Kelp?"

"Huh? I heard you came here and waited here to buy it for you."

Juzhi turned his head sideways and saw the spellcaster with a towel around his neck approaching him.

Goujuan blinked, looked at Shizhi and then at the direction of the teaching building.

——Where is Mr. Wujo?What did the school ask you for just now?

"Teacher Wutiao has been detained in the conference room. If you come to me... there will be a curse spirit with bad behavior." Shizhi briefly explained to Goujuan, "The coffee shop I went to on Saturday died, They called me over to ask a question."

"Big mustard?"

"It's nothing. Nothing happened when I left the coffee shop. I'll be back to school by the time the incident happened." Counting the time, Shizhi bent his golden eyes, "So they let me out, teacher, they went to discuss Countermeasures."

Unknown spell spirits always need to be on guard, Goujuan nodded after hearing Shizhi's remarks.

After finishing his drink in small sips, Goujuan took the towel around his neck and wiped the thin sweat from his face. When he remembered what he planned to talk to Shizhi, he turned his head, but was startled by the golden color that was so close.

Gou Juan immediately put on a serious face, and pushed away the face that was almost stuck.

——Almost kissed!

"Huh? That's a pity, I just remembered, in fact, you have seen the thorn..."

--what?

"It's the corpse that the gang of conjurers were discussing." His lips pressed against the soda can, Shizhi raised his eyebrows slightly, "That time Qihai Jianren took you to do a mission, in that office building."

"...?" Goujuan, who took a few sips of his drink, frowned. He recalled it, but he didn't remember anything special.

Hearing Goujuan's heartfelt voice, Shizhi curled his lips and smiled.

Of course, Gou Juan would not know that the most obvious limbs of the "curse spirit" were disposed of by Shizhi, and it was stitched together by a curse spirit and human corpses, so it didn't look normal.

Goujuan fell into deep thought, and after a while began to report the rice ball fillings and ask questions.

The two stood very close to each other, in order to hear Goumaki's words clearly, Shizhi bent down slightly.

Panda Manko, who was one step late and was going to buy water, was standing in the aisle five meters away, looking at the magic tool in his hand that was being carried by Chanyuan Maki, and suddenly felt that he was full without having lunch.

Still hesitating whether to break into the weird atmosphere ahead, thinking that Maki is still waiting for him to buy water, he can only take a step forward, and when he stops by the vending machine, the other two have already discussed whether to want to go on the weekend Let's go to Yokohama together.

Pang Da pondered for a moment, then interjected and asked, "To eat or to play? I think Nagasaki, who is in the first grade, has always wanted to go..."

The following words were swallowed by Shi Zhi's "good intentions" staring.

Panda: Nagasaki-san is not a senior and won't help you!The light bulb is too hard to be!

However, the "three times" trip to Yokohama that Shizhi had been thinking about was still not completed, because a sudden visitor came to him.

The guests who came from afar from the United States brought a lot of money, charged a sky-high price to Shi Zhikong and made a request.

——"Please revive my daughter."