Invincible conjurers don't need love

On the last day of the weekend, she took Oba Yozo and Akutagawa Gin to Shibuya for a whole day, and returned to Yokohama during the daytime. Before leaving Tokyo, she also got news from Gojo Satoru, saying that he was seriously practicing her first time. The gift I brought to him when I came back from a business trip to plant flowers, I will let her listen to it when I have time.

The original gift that Bai Tian gave to Wujo Wu was an erhu, because Wujo Wu's round sunglasses are too visual, and this person's temperament is also unexpectedly in line.

So I don't know why, after watching the erhu performance on the street, Bai Tian came back to his senses and found that she was already holding the bought erhu in her hand. After thinking about it, she brought it here as a unique gift for Gojo Wu.

When Gojo Satoru saw this special gift from him, he was silent for a while before accepting it. He was surprised that he didn't lose the day directly in person.

In the past three years, I have never seen Gojo Wu mentioning it, and I never thought that he was actually practicing the erhu during the day. Obviously, as a rare super magician, he has very little rest time on weekdays, and he still has to spare time To practice and those things that have nothing to do with the profession.

No matter what Gojo Satoru can achieve in the end, Bai Tian will listen to it gratefully—even if the magic sound pierces his ears.

In addition to the insiders and Xu Wangrang, there is another person who has been paying close attention to the daytime to know about the news that the daytime has left the magic world.

"Ms. Juchi?" After receiving this lady's call, Bai Tian didn't feel surprised. Mrs. Juchi's situation is special. Her eyes have undergone a very special transformation. In her eyes, the curse spirit is the same as the son she imagined growing up. They are exactly the same, so after seeing her long-dead son, Mrs. Juchi knew that she had encountered a curse spirit, so she always contacted the daytime.

Basically, during the daytime, as long as the mission arrangement does not collide, he will accept additional commissions from Mrs. Kikuchi.

I have to say that Mrs. Juchi gave too much, as if she came here specially to send money to the daytime. After finding her to solve a chicken curse that can be seen everywhere, she not only gave her money, but also invited her to eat and gave her gifts. She goes shopping.

"Miss Baitian still plans to exorcise the curse spirit?" Mrs. Juchi asked reluctantly.

"Yes, I plan to build an office in Yokohama that can entrust the exorcism of curse spirits and events related to curse spirits." Bai Zhou said, "So please rest assured, Mrs. Kikuchi, no matter how far away I will be back... If there is a situation, be sure to tell me."

"Miss Baitian... It seems that I have experienced something that I can't know and can't touch." Mrs. Juchi's tone became more gentle, "Okay, I will definitely."

Bai Tian was silent for a while, and hummed in a low voice.

"As for the expenses of Miss Baizhou's office, please be borne by me, as well as the decoration of the office. In fact, the career I always wanted to be a designer before I married Mr. Fujii was a designer." Kikuchi Madam smiled, "Can you?"

"This will cost you money, not to mention the special situation here in Yokohama, and it's not convenient for you to send a decoration team over." Bai Tian's enthusiasm for Mrs. Juchi was a bit unbearable.

"Then at least take the money." Mrs. Juchi's tone was slightly low, "I think that Miss Baitian is no longer in Tokyo, and she took care of me before leaving the magic world, no matter how I say it, I have to show something."

It was an inquiry, but Mrs. Kikuchi, who had already transferred the money from the bank, smiled slightly.

After the phone call with Mrs. Kikuchi was over, Daylight had already set foot on the land of Yokohama.

In the three years since leaving Yokohama, Byakuya has felt the indifference of the magic world towards this city. In the whole of Japan, Baitian has never taken over the tasks here. Will be here for mission work.

It seems that nothing has changed, and it is still so kind.

Strolling through the red brick walls full of the sense of the times, the sound of the sea seems to be faintly heard in the daytime, like a low singing that has passed through thick barriers and the distance between people, in the air It is also more humid than inland cities.

The noise of the flow of people seems to have a different sense of peace.

A few steps away is the flower shop named 'Flower Town'. During the day, I stopped and looked at the young man in a taupe cloak with a brown-red collar and a black peaked cap standing at the door of the flower shop. , the boy held a doll in a red dress in his arms, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Are you the owner of this shop? Then I'm really lucky. I just happened to meet you, an irresponsible shop owner." The young man turned his head to look at the daytime. Astonishing, but this astonishment soon faded to mediocrity. Obviously, he is a person who doesn't value skin.

"I'm not the owner, I'm just a clerk here. The manager has passed away for a long time." Bai Zhou said, "Do you want to investigate anything?"

"Been dead for a long time?" The young man looked at Bai Tian seriously, "You don't feel like you just came back from outside, but you have been living here and never left."

"Then it means that I am loved by this city." Bai Tian smiled softly, "So I came back and continued to guard this place."

The boy was silent for a while before he said: "Really, it sounds great, but what I care about now is not this - you have the key to this store, I have something to investigate your store... Although I want to investigate The prisoner is dead, but I have other doubts."

Although this flower shop is very clean, it has obviously not been opened for a long time. The young man can tell that someone comes here to clean it regularly, and they are very diligent once a day. The murder weapon to be used is discarded here, but why is the murderer so sure that no one dares to come here to investigate.

The boy narrowed his ruby-like eyes slightly and had his own speculation: "Mafia?"

"Mafia?" Bai Tian heard the words: "Before I left, this place was handed over to my brother to manage. He is a person with supernatural powers."

"Really, that's not surprising." The young man pointed to the store door, "There's so much nonsense, please open the door, Miss Guardian."

Bai Tian took out the key from her satchel and opened the store door. All the furnishings in the store were kept as they were before she left. This is probably Zhongyuan Zhongye's order, and the subordinates who respect Zhongyuan Zhongye did not dare to slack off in the slightest. Even if the object has been wiped and cleaned, it will be carefully returned to its original place.

Bai Tian looked around and turned to the boy: "The clue you want is not in the backyard, but in the utility room upstairs."

"Having someone familiar with this place really saved me a lot of effort."

The murder weapon was found in the utility room. Looking at the unused fruit knife that was not stained with blood, it was obviously bought from a supermarket, and new doubts emerged.

"This is indeed an object related to the murderer. You can use it as evidence, but it is not evidence that can point to the real criminal." Bai Zhou said.

"...What do you know?" The boy turned to Bai Tian who was standing at the door of the utility room, "Can you tell me."

"Do you know why there are so many unsolved cases in the world? Because the real murderers of those unsolved cases were created out of thin air, just like the instigator and the knife-wielding murderer, and the murderer...is not a human being." Bai Tian Looking at the boy.

"You are such an overly honest person. I don't dislike you, on the contrary, I quite like it." The young man smiled, "Miss Guardian."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"I am Ayatsuji Xingren. In order to investigate clearly that there is no mistake in this case, I temporarily got rid of the surveillance of the Supernatural Secret Service Division and came here. Someone will 'pick up' me in about 10 minutes. Oh, yes, I'm a detective."

"My name is Baitian, and I plan to establish a conjurer in Yokohama that specializes in dealing with inhuman incidents. You may be more familiar with my other name-'Huo'er'."

The top-level person with supernatural ability who has been recorded by the Supernatural Secret Service Division but can't do anything about it, is initially judged as a ruthless character of a 'transcendent'.

Ayatsuji pedestrians didn't expect that "Huo'er" would be the existence like the son of God in front of him.

Her eyes were so quiet and plain, as if one glance was enough to pierce one's heart, and the dark uniform would not make her feel gloomy and dark at all.

She stood there, he stood here, it was only a one-time meeting, but it seemed that he had waited for too long, watching this person stepping on light, time, and space, and experienced a long journey. the long river, they were separated by an open door—

Face to face, between light and shadow, she stands in the bright corridor, he is in the dim utility room, the light makes her shadow spread into the utility room, and it is difficult to tell who belongs to whom in the dim utility room Shadow, only the darkness that merges into one.

Ayatsuji Xingren's heart skipped a beat, as if her shadow covered him.

A detective's intuition is never wrong, and if he is wrong, the light has deceived his eyes.

"Inhuman event?" Ayatsuji pedestrians couldn't see his expression, like a child who was very lonely with empty hands, as if he had found his favorite toy.

Yes, he has long been tired of that kind of life, but the only thing is that he still can't give up on reasoning. This is the nature of a detective, who can't give up pursuing the truth and is crazy about it.

But because of the supernatural ability, as long as he receives the entrustment, obtains key evidence and reasoning, the murderer will die in various accidents.

He's a homicide detective.

It's not the first time that Ayatsuji Xingren has thrown off the surveillance of the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Sometimes it's just to relax and take a walk outside, and go back to appreciate the particularly interesting idiot expression of the agent who watched him, and sometimes it's also to continue the investigation. What is hidden behind the suspicious incident.

like now.

It seemed that there was an invisible thread leading him away. Even though the murderer was dead, the Ayatsuji pedestrian who always felt something strange resolutely chose to go against the orders of the Supernatural Secret Service Division and continue the investigation. The facts were as expected.

The hapless dead murderer probably died of a real accident, not his power 'Another'.

His supernatural ability is an extremely special and completely objective supernatural ability, which involves cause and effect, so it is so powerful that the Supernatural Secret Service Division wants to kill it but is reluctant.

Ayatsuji Xingren is not sure whether his supernatural ability is effective for non-human beings, because he cannot determine with the naked eye.

Let's try again, Ayatsuji pedestrian looked at the fruit knife in his hand.

This time, someone who could see came to help him confirm.

However, the other party seemed to be planning to solve the real murderer by herself. She glanced at the fruit knife in his hand, as if confirming something, turned around and walked away. Ayatsuji pedestrians quickly followed her to the brightly lit corridor, dragged stopped her.

His movements were decisive and certain, but his fingers only grabbed the corner of her sleeve, tightly holding the small corner of the fabric.

"Take me away."

The white-haired girl was slightly startled, as if his words seemed familiar.

Of course, Ayatsuji Xingren also knew that what he said was ambiguous and could be interpreted in many ways. At this time, no matter how lazy the detective is, he should add explanations to avoid misunderstandings, but he not only did not want to add embellishments.

"I want to be with you."

"Are you asking me for help?" Her words seemed to have ambiguous meanings, but Ayatsuji pedestrians could see that this person had no intention of ambiguously speaking, unlike him.

She didn't understand Ayatsuji pedestrian's words in the direction of 'take him to find the real murderer' at all, but only understood it literally, it was so simple and clear, as if she didn't use her brain at all.

Ayatsuji paused for a moment, the other arm holding the doll named 'Misaki Naruto' tightened slightly, and he suddenly laughed: "Are you an idiot?"

"My friends say I'm intuitive." She said irrelevantly.

"So?" Ayatsuji pedestrian asked again.

"Want to come with me?" she continued.

"Let's go." Ayatsuji pedestrian heard his answer.

The supernatural detective agency opened for the first time when the agency itself had not yet been established.

No client, no pay.

But quite interesting.

Bai Bai picked up a famous detective, and because of this, the ghost agency that was planned at the beginning turned into a ghost detective agency in the end.

The author has something to say:

【Cat and Cat Theater】:

Wu Maomao is a big cat who can meow very sweetly and softly.

It has a soft voice that doesn't match its appearance.

But Wumaomao, who is usually very noisy, is very quiet at this time.

It stands in front of the window, looking at the city full of tall buildings, listening to the sound of rain outside the window.

The owner of the house has not been back for several days.

"Miwu..." Its voice was so hoarse that it didn't look like it. It didn't eat or drink water, and even the dessert that it used to love to secretly open the refrigerator didn't interest it at all.

It fell weakly to the ground.

The door opened, but it knew it wasn't the one it wanted to see.

"That's not okay, that person asked me to take good care of you before he left, but you don't eat or drink like this..." The visitor sighed, but still replaced Wu Maomao with new cat food and drinking water, Whether it's cat strips, canned cat food, or Xijiufu, the whipped cream and edamame stuffing that Wu Maomao loves most, they can't arouse Wu Maomao's interest.

If it goes on like this...it will die.

Thinking of this, the helpless person left the room and closed the door behind him.

With the sound of the door closing, the room fell into a dead silence again.

When she came back from a business trip, Bai Tian was already prepared to be stuck by her clingy big cat purring and purring until she couldn't move an inch, but when she entered the door, she saw that she wanted to jump on her but she was limp on the floor and became a cat The savvy cat of the cake was so frightened that his pupils trembled——

"Enlightenment!!!" She was only on a business trip for five days, right?

"Meow..." Dear...

As soon as he picked it up, Bai Zhou was shocked to find that it had lost a lot of weight!Although she did want to make Wu Maomao lose weight, but this is too light!

In the following days, under the hand-feeding during the day, Wu Maomao was quickly raised back, and even became heavier.

Facts have proved that cats can die of loneliness, at least her cats will definitely.

Being clinging to Wu Maomao, all the snow-white cat fur in front of his eyes could not see the daytime of the computer screen, he sighed a long time.

Is this the truth that extremes must be reversed?