Goujuan always refuses to confess

Qihai Jianren doesn't really understand Shizhikong.

In the entire conjuration world, the second-year student at the Tokyo school may be Wujo Gojo who knows him best, followed by the students and faculty members of the school, and finally the conjurer like Nanami Jianren who has a few encounters.

But now Gojo Satoru was sealed in the prison gate, he followed the silver-haired student out of the main force, and his way forward was covered by a thick fog.

He didn't know...he didn't know that Shi Zhikong had contact with the upper echelons of the conjurers.

As an ordinary first-level magician, it is rare to be summoned, so where can I get the other party's contact information.

In fact, Shi Zhikong had a lot of strange moves, but he was used to playing cards unreasonably, so he couldn't tell which move he did deliberately.

Now that Nanami Jianren thinks about it carefully, Tokueda always felt that he—

"What do you think of me?" Hearing the majestic voice of an adult conjurer, the ten branches still lowered their heads.

Press the screen with your thumb to slide the message to the top. Since it is not your mobile phone, Shizhi regretfully turns on the cloud synchronization for the software.

Thinking about bringing the matter of getting a new phone to today's schedule, Shizhi glanced at the time before the screen went off at 24:[-], and looked up at Jianren Nanami.

"Is it strange that I know the people there?" With the mobile phone resting on his chin, ten elbows wrapped around the other arm, "I'm also the one who gets the most attention, it's normal."

"..."

"What's the matter? Qihai, why don't you be so silent." The silver-haired boy bent his eyes, "It's just that the people above know that I care about Ji, so they sent me a message. It has no other meaning, at most... want to appease me?"

——How could he believe such a statement.

Jianren Qihai paused for a moment, "The finger of Su Nuo?"

Shizhitou bit by bit, "Well, if you have to ask, someone asks me to find that thing and hide it and don't hand it over. Do you have any questions?"

It was also because he hid it for a while, otherwise this finger would probably have entered the stomach of Knotweed Yujin in Shibuya.

The blond-haired man didn't speak anymore, he lowered his eyes to inspect Shi Zhi's body, as if he was looking for a point that was three to seven points from which he could make a move.

Shizhi smiled, and read the other party's deeper doubts but did not explain too much about the name in the address book.

"Hmm... Is that what you said? Curiosity will kill the cat anyway, Nanami Kento."

After Shi Zhikong said this, he remembered his purpose of abandoning others and came out to find someone, and reached out his hand to Jianren Qihai.

It's not compulsory to be one's own believer, even a half-knowledgeable person like the conjurer in front of him is fine.

So Shi Zhikong sent out an invitation to people.

His topic changed extremely quickly. A few minutes ago, he was clearly refusing Qihai Jianren to inquire about information, but now he asked the other party to make a wish to himself.

"Any wish is fine—oh no." Suddenly caught something, the silver-haired boy changed his subject, "The wish to release Gojo Satoru is not allowed, if Qi Hai Hai doesn't want half of Japan to be paralyzed."

Jianren Qihai, who never knew whether what Shizhikong said was true or false, let out a breath of foul air for a long time, "Will it be worse than Shibuya last night?"

"Yes." Shi Zhikong replied with a smile.

The atmosphere between the two froze all of a sudden, even though the relationship was not very good.

Jianren Qihai froze for a long time before he adjusted his mentality. Shi Zhikong directed the man to try several times in a row, ranging from begging for an item to healing all the injuries on his body, such as changing places of two things. .

Without exception, the price paid was not collected from the two of them.

Shi Zhikong was like a child who got a novelty, his eyes lit up.

"Ten Zhikong." Jianren Qihai shouted with a headache, "Don't—"

"I'm not Knotweed Junior." The implication is that he won't listen to others like Knotabagi Yourhito.

Jianren Qihai stopped talking again.

Shizhi didn't care about the changing heart of the adult conjurer, and fiddled with the phone in his hand a few times.

The floor suddenly became quiet, so quiet that only the sound of people's breathing was heard.

But the silence didn't last long. There were ding-ding-dong-dong sounds from the ceiling directly above his head, and from time to time there was a changed name of a move and a roar.

Shizhi looked up.

He remembered... right above is the conference room, right?The few humans and non-humans he brought back were in the conference room.

Just now, during the conversation between him and Jianren Qihai, he heard the quarreling voices from above, but he didn't expect to make a real move.

The movement of suspected fighting is getting louder and louder, and this is an ordinary office building that does not have explosion-proof and explosion-proof functions. After a while, a projected short knife penetrates the ceiling and embeds into the fragile ground.

Shizhi thought for a moment while looking at the dagger nailed between him and Nanami Jianren.

Then very decisively, he chose the bottom-up violent dismantling.

The golden long knife condensed in his hand, drew a crescent-like arc and pierced into the upper ground, and then drew a circle.

A gap as wide as one person was dug open, and when the silver-haired boy climbed upstairs from the hole, he put on a bright smile as soon as he appeared.

"Hit it?" The golden long knife pierced through the ground next to his palm, and Shi Zhi used his strength to send himself higher, "Take me one?"

The smiling golden peach blossom eyes are chilling.

The fight didn't end.

The appearance of Shi Zhikong stagnated the atmosphere in the meeting room, which was full of sex, and then it was like a balloon with a hole poked, and all the anger leaked out.

Twin ponytails... well, the girl named Tohsaka Rin was standing in a corner of the conference room holding his blood sister.

In the opposite corner are three Emiya Shiro who are "one person" in name.

Red heroic spirit: "Get out of the way, or I will kill you together."

Emiya Shiro: "Hey, but you were going to kill me...don't be so angry, this is brought over by the people from Sora, you should ask him how to deal with it."

Angela Mainuu: "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The blond girl with a serious face on the side is wearing armor and holding a sword high, looking like she wants to chop or not.

In the end, everything ended in Shi Zhikong's words "take me one", and he drew everyone's attention to himself.

The silver-haired boy shrugged, not feeling that he said something wrong.

As soon as the golden long knife was retracted, the ten branches slowly climbed to the upper floor, opened a seat, and Shi Shi sat down. The knife that was gathered by the mantra immediately turned into a little bit of golden light and dissipated in the air. .

The spellcaster at the entrance of the cave looked up, but instead of following, he left in the opposite direction.

"You're welcome, just find a place to sit." The silver-haired boy sitting at one end of the long table tapped the table with his knuckles in the attitude of a master.

"I don't eat people." Shizhi said, he remembered something, and added, "I don't eat heroic spirits either."

All the magicians were skeptical about the second half of the sentence, and their eyes were wandering on Shizhikong's evil temperament and the black disc above his head.

No matter how you look at it, it is in danger of being swallowed if you get close.

But someone had no sense of crisis, so the orange-red-haired boy moved away from the seat closest to Shizhikong and sat down, and even called his followers to sit down together.

The female King Arthur refused. Due to Emiya Shirou's enthusiasm and trust in him, she kept a seat and sat down.

In fact, the two masters present could not explain much about Shizhikong's state, not even as much as the red heroic spirit, but the latter was unwilling to say.

The red heroic spirit touched the weapon repeatedly, thinking about whether he had a chance to attack.

In the end, Emiya Shiro called his adoptive father who was far away in Fuyuki. The not-so-hard man asked them how they were doing with a breathless tone that sounded like he was dying.

After Emiya Shirou said the matter, the man on the other end of the phone fell into a weird silence.

During the silence, there seemed to be extremely distant murmurs coming from the microphone, questions like "Can this Holy War continue", "Can this Holy Grail still make wishes" and the like.

After a while, accompanied by a few gunshots, the man kicked something away, and the sound came closer again.

"It should be similar to Matou Sakura's previous state. I don't know the specific difference. If possible, please... come back to Fuyuki within five days."

Shizhi rested his face, "Oh? Why?"

"...Don't force me, just be careful with Matou Zouyan." The man hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

In the room, Shirou Emiya asked in a low voice who Matou Zouken was, why did it sound familiar.

After being told by Tohsaka Rin angrily that it was Matou Sakura's grandfather, the orange-red-haired boy suddenly realized.

The teenagers and girls were still wondering why they should be on guard against the old man, but Shi Zhikong tapped the tightly screwed lid of a glass jar under the table with his fingertips.

Inside the glass jar was an ugly bug that seemed to have a human breath.

The heroic spirit with white hair and red clothes sitting opposite seemed to notice something, and glanced at Shizhi calmly, and Shizhi smiled back.

"So it can't be solved for the time being, can it?" Shizhi raised his head, and the black ring hanging above his head tilted back with his movements, dripping a lot of black mud onto the floor at an inclined angle.

With a thud, a shallow pit was corroded on the floor.

The people present raised their vigilance again because of the sound, Shizhi fished out the jar under the table and threw it to the other end of the long table.

Gululu's rolling jar knocked against the walls, and before it fell to the ground and shattered, the jar was stopped by a hand of the red heroic spirit.

"This is for you guys. In Shibuya, I got into my body while I wasn't paying attention, and the muttering in my heart killed me."

"What's the name of this worm? Macky...Makyrie Zorgen."

"Isn't it ugly and disgusting to abandon my original body in pursuit of 'immortality'?"

Shizhikong said disgustedly.

In terms of the disgusting degree of the technique, in terms of the senses, a certain curse master who devours the curse spirit and takes it for his own use can give a one-two-three impression.

——Like a rag that has been treated with vomit and excrement, the difference may be how long the "vomit and excrement" has fermented and how bad it smells.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Boy, what do you want to ask me so much?"

The wandering soul has nowhere to go. After being detained by people's side for a long time, no matter how hot the temper is, it is almost wiped clean.

None could touch him, except Shizhikong.

The silver-haired student with the power of faith took a slightly different path from ordinary conjurers. Even Xia Youjie, who had dabbled in other fields in the ten years of his defection, had never seen such an existence as Shi Zhikong.

He is a man who cherishes talents, and if there are high-ranking students in front of him when he is alive, he has to recruit them no matter what, just like he did with Yi Guyoutai.

But now that he's dead, he's been pulled out of his fitted penis by an external force, so he can't do anything.

The ability of the student Toshiedora is really interesting. Compared with Otoko Yuta, he is another shortcut that can directly change the world!

—if he's still alive...

Shi Zhikong ignored Xia Youjie's inquiry, and instead talked about other things indiscriminately.

The topic suddenly jumped from the magic spell to a person.

"You appear quite frequently in Teacher Wutiao's heart."

The soul floating there narrowed his eyes, "Oh? Why does Wu miss me?"

"A best friend, an excellent ex-conjurer, and a trustworthy person, but it's a pity that we don't agree with each other."

Xia Youjie laughed after hearing this, "Did Wu introduce me to the students like this? Is Teacher Ye Moth angry?"

"No, Mr. Wutiao didn't say publicly that he—" Halfway through the words, Shizhi stopped suddenly.

At the end of the path he was walking on, a figure appeared. With his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, he slowly drew out his weapon.

"I'll tell you later." Ten Zhi narrowed his golden eyes, "Let's deal with the conjurer on the opposite side first."

The soul floating in the air looked at the other side, touched his chin with interest, "Isn't this Yi Gu, what a coincidence."

Is it really just a coincidence?