Illness Men's Manual

It was a battlefield of ashes and gunpowder.

The sound of gunfire among the high-rise buildings continued, and the fiery red light illuminated half of the night sky. It was destined to be a sleepless night.

The flames of war continued to escalate, and only a few crisp clicks were heard.

The huge gap spread down from the top of the tall building, shaking the earth like an earthquake, which frightened the guards in the tall building to lose their guns.

The red light shone on the roof of the building, gradually revealing the slender and petite black shadow, and in an instant the tall building toppled like tofu.

That figure was like lightning, and even the afterimage could not be captured. With a fierce momentum and destructive power that could not be seen directly, it went straight into the enemy's camp and destroyed the foundation occupied by the opponent.

A large number of men in black quickly withdrew from the scene and returned to the target location in a well-trained manner to stand by.

Like the most magnificent scenes in war movies, the rising smoke and broken trees, as well as the damaged high-rise buildings and mechanical wreckage as far as the eye can see.

The wind rumbled, and the moonlight was buried by dark clouds.

The figure under the shadow became clearer.

He pressed the brim of his hat with one hand, and the anti-gravity black cloak flew in the night sky, but the place where the man standing on the wreckage was intact.

Orange curly hair surrounded his face, but his delicate and delicate facial features were extremely sharp at this moment. He moved the muscles of his shoulders and neck, and raised the tails of his beautiful eyes, sweeping around lightly.

"It's over."

The deep and lazy voice is like a plucked string, which is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"Yes! Central Plains cadres! No fish slipped through the net!"

The sonorous and forceful answer, the uniform salute of the man in black, and the wreckage of the battlefield created by him all showed the extraordinary status and ability of the cadre in front of him.

Floating in the air with Wuzhi, she blinked. She was sitting on the tree trunk and observing quietly, but she was just affected. When the branch broke, she felt a powerful and strange force.

The strength body that does not belong to ordinary people.

This is... a different ability?

It is indeed a bit different from mana power, and there is no emotional fluctuation. The supernatural being and the conjurer are two completely independent domains, and they do not interfere and negotiate with each other.

"Central Plains cadres, the collection has been completed."

"Then let's call it a day and go back, and report to me to hand it in tomorrow." The orange-haired youth frowned slightly, but his expression showed no sign of slack, and he always felt that there was something else.

He glanced in a certain direction and dismissed his subordinates after confirming that it was correct.

Shouldn't be wrong.

There really is something there.

Zhong Yuanzhong also twisted his wrist, and walked to the highway by the woods alone. He looked around vigilantly and without any trace, and there was nothing on the empty highway.

There is no killing intent or malice, just like... a purely curious gaze.

Being watched?

This feeling of being watched is uncomfortable.

"Hey! Come out!" Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted impatiently, and put his hands with black finger gloves loosely on his waist.

The body is small and slender, but it has the same sense of strength hidden under the muscles as Fuheshier.

Although the orange-haired boy in front of him doesn't seem to have much muscle, he can still vividly see the way he trampled down a building.

Yuwuzhi came to the back of Chuya Zhongyuan thoughtfully, but turned around immediately when he saw him. He could clearly sense the direction of her even though he couldn't see her, very strong perception.

Is this also the talent of supernatural beings?

To be honest, she didn't know how to meet this person in front of her. She seemed to be a little younger than Gojo Satoru, probably about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Young and small.

Inside, there actually lives a Rage God-sama who is infinitely higher than her.

She has only been in Yokohama for two or three days, and the first thing she did was to go to Yokohama's Land God Shrine. Although the inside is intact and dilapidated, I heard that Yokohama's Land God has been vacant for a long time.

Because in such a city where supernatural beings are rampant, there is no need for gods.

She just entered the shrine of the God of Earth with a fluke mentality. There were a lot of petition lists accumulated many years ago, most of which had turned gray, indicating that the petitioner had died.

Unexpectedly, he actually found the wish list left by Lord Rage God, and it is still shining brightly.

"Tsk, if I don't come out, I will leave."

The orange-haired boy interrupted her thoughts. He walked to the motorcycle on the side of the road, took off his helmet and put it on.

Yuwuzhi didn't make a sound, and quietly watched him walk away.

... Do you need to use abilities to ride a bicycle?

It's really nerve-racking, let's observe and observe more.

I don't know why, but when I went to Gaotianyuan, I didn't hesitate like this before, and I felt a sense of tension when facing this Rage God host.

Nakahara Chuya lowered his eyes, thinking about this strange thing while riding his bicycle.

It is impossible to slip through the net, he has always been the most rigorous in finishing each task.

And there was no malice, that gaze seemed to be purely looking at him.

What the hell is that?

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt strange but couldn't think of a clue.

Since there is no malice, the Central Plains can only stand still for the time being.

He got out of the car and looked around again. The apartment he lived in was the best in Yokohama in terms of tightness and security. The people who lived here were basically influential figures in Yokohama.

seems to be gone?

That's right, no one can match his speed.

And Nakahara just happened to live on the top floor of the apartment, with a terrace and swimming pool with a great view, overlooking the entire Yokohama Night City.

He glanced at his watch, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and the first thing he did after returning home was to take a shower.

The interior decoration of the apartment is also quite grand and luxurious, especially the wine storage cabinet on the entire wall has a very gorgeous visual effect, and the crystal chandelier reflects brilliant streamers.

The boy wearing a bath towel stepped on the fluffy carpet, his orange hair that was still dripping fell on his white shoulders, the boy looked extremely soft surrounded by the hazy mist.

He was bored and brushed his hair, sat on the large sofa and sank slightly, and started watching a TV program at random.

"Welcome to enjoy our weekly exploration of real supernatural events!"

Zhong Yuan was too lazy to change the channel, he threw away the remote control and continued to wipe his hair. After all, he didn't turn on the TV to watch the show, but just wanted to make the room less silent.

It's not good if the house is too big.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it casually, but he couldn't help being attracted by the host's exaggerated tone.

"Come—! Let's interview this guest who witnessed a female ghost!! It's too scary to be entangled by a female ghost?!"

There is no doubt that this is a late-night supernatural show. He has always scoffed at such things. How can such things as ghosts and UFOs exist? At most, they are cursed spirits, right?

Speaking of which, this is something he only learned recently. There are also many people who call themselves conjurers in the organization. It is said that ordinary people are invisible, and only special people can see and exorcise them.

But the ordinary people I saw should all be dead, how could they still be interviewed on the show?

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought of the department that Chief Mori had set up specially for the new colleagues. It seemed that there had been no movement and no missions.

And very lonely, this kind of subordinate is the most difficult to discipline.

"Just, that night... I went to explore an abandoned building with my friends, and suddenly heard a strange movement, like the sound of a branch being snapped!"

"Wow! It's really scary! Could there be something following you?"

"That's right! That's what I thought at the time! Then I ran out immediately!"

"You have to go through the woods to get to the road outside, but as soon as I ran into the woods, I immediately felt that someone was watching me!"

"Really? Will there be anyone in the woods late at night?"

"I don't know either! But that gaze kept staring at me, it was so scary, so I kept running and finally reached the road."

"Have you been saved?"

"No! That line of sight followed all the way to the road. I couldn't see anyone even though there were street lights!"

The host took the microphone and sighed: "It seems that I was really haunted by a ghost."

"...?"

Zhongyuan Zhongya's hand wiping his hair stopped suddenly, and his eyes locked on the TV screen.

"Fortunately, a passing truck took me for a ride. When I got home, I thought I was saved and was about to call a friend. The next scene almost made my heart stop!"

"Wow! What happened?!"

"I turned around and saw a white woman standing on the balcony!"

Zhong Yuan also subconsciously turned his head to look at the large terrace, which was empty.

The host's tone became more and more excited, as if to arouse the audience's curiosity, he kept asking questions: "Did it really appear!?"

"Later, I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the one-piece dress my mother hung on the balcony!"

The host breathed a sigh of relief cooperatively: "What, it's too exaggerated, it's psychological."

What a crappy show.

Nakahara Zhong also picked up the remote control expressionlessly, as if he was about to turn off this trash show, and the background sound that deliberately created a terrifying atmosphere filled the empty room with a terrifying silence.

Why did he really click on this kind of program?

The next morning, I have to report to the leader of Sen, so I should turn off the lights and go to bed early.

"As a result, when I was going to bed, the power went out that night!"

"That piercing sight just stared at me all night, it's still creepy to recall!"

Click.

The moment the TV program was turned off, the overhead lights dimmed instantly.

The whole house was not only silent but also dark.

power cut.

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

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"Mr. Zhongye."

"Mr. Zhongye?"

"what?"

The boy with bright orange hair raised his head immediately, the dim light in the meeting room made the dark circles under the boy's eyes more intense, and his expression was a little dazed.

"It seems that Mr. Zhongye hasn't had a good rest recently. Is there something wrong?"

The leader who sat at the top was quite amiable in the face of his subordinates' wandering mind, and even cared a lot: "If Mr. Zhongye encounters any problems, you can discuss it with me and Mr. Hongye."

"Ah, maybe it's because of the heavy workload recently. Shouldn't the children be given some rest time?"

Sister Hongye covered her lips and smiled a few times, her red eyes were slightly raised, and she was dressed dignifiedly and gorgeously.

"Huh? Is that so?"

The leader, Mr. Mori Ogai, propped his forehead, sighed helplessly, and raised his eyebrows again: "The recent workload is indeed a bit heavy, and Dazai-kun has already returned from a business trip. Why don't we organize a team building after this incident?" Bar?"

"No, that's not the case..." Zhong Yuan Zhong also had a weak voice, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only tug on the black collar around his neck in boredom.

"Ok?"

Miss Momiji and Mori Ogai cast questioning glances at the same time.

Mori Ogai has always disliked his subordinates hiding anything, even if it is a private matter, if it will affect the work, he must report it.

"that……"

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his orange hair. He was very glad that the dead mackerel was not there at the moment, so he said hesitantly: "Boss, big sister, do you think... there are really ghosts in this world?"

Sister Hongye: "...?"

Mori Ogai: "...Huh?"