Illness Men's Manual

Unprecedented laughter erupted from the meeting.

The subordinates guarding the door looked at each other with question marks all over their heads. The boss never laughed like this when the very important cooperation was successful before. Could there be better things?

"Snapped!"

The door of the conference room was pushed open heavily by Nakahara Zhongya, and he walked out with a dark face, the low air pressure around his body made it difficult to breathe.

What is a child is a child!

Nakahara returned to the office with a dark face, put his hat and coat casually on the coat rack, and let out a long breath. Since the power outage that day, he always felt that gaze was always around him.

Could it really be a ghost?

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought about it and still felt unhappy, thinking of Chief Mori's proposal with a smile on his face: "Zhong can also go to the new department to have a look, after all, they are too busy."

Zhong Yuan also propped his forehead and thought for a long time, but he stood up and walked out of the office, and walked straight to the new department that was established some time ago.

Just help the BOSS to inspect the capabilities of the new department.

Department of Special Operations.

That is to say, the magicians recruited by Chief Mori some time ago. Mori Ogai, who is keen to recruit talents, doesn't care whether the opponent is a magician or a curser, as long as he can work for the organization, he will be included under his command.

Although Nakahara Chuya doesn't know much about the magic world, he has carefully read the collected information.

It is said that most orthodox conjurers are hereditary, and those who can join the mafia organization should not be good guys.

Not many people care about the establishment of the new department, and the office is also located in a relatively corner. After all, the availability of this special personnel is still in a state of development.

The vermilion office door exudes a different black atmosphere.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood at the door with arms folded. This position happened to be a blind spot where the sun could not shine in. The shadow stretched the shadow of the door infinitely, creating an extraordinarily weird atmosphere.

somewhat similar...

But it was not the same, at least that line of sight did not have such malice.

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, he finally knew the reason why most of his subordinates would not approach this place, and he also knew that these guys were definitely not orthodox magicians.

Probably... some outlaw curse masters will join the organization.

As he approached the door, he felt a vision. Zhongya Nakahara concentrated, the red light around his body lit up, and he vaguely saw a slender black figure standing beside the door, but the outline was very vague.

Put the curse spirit at the door to watch guard?

Ordinary people who dare to come.

These things are no strangers to Nakahara Chuya. Because of the relationship between supernatural powers, he can't produce magic power, but he can barely see the magic spirit through his physique and superpowers that are different from ordinary people.

That's why he wondered if he was being haunted by a ghost.

He just raised his hand before he knocked on the door when he heard a hoarse voice coming from inside: "Please come in."

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the curse spirit by the door, and simply opened the door and went in.

There were three middle-aged men sitting in the office, and Zhong Yuanzhong looked around without any trace, and the black aura really came from inside.

These guys are three brothers who have been idly staying in the organization since they were recruited by Chief Sen.

The reason is that there is no place for them to take action for the time being, so there is nothing to do to help remove the curse spirit in the building.

"It's really a rare visitor... What's the purpose of the cadres coming here?"

Among them, the middle-aged man with a more outstanding temperament poured a cup of tea, his voice was also hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been injured.

"cough."

Zhong Yuanzhong also cleared his throat, and said unnaturally: "There are indeed some things..."

The clever Zhongyuan Zhong also described it with more concealment, and successfully made them think that this kind of curse spirit is behind the scenes. The older man, the boss, pondered for a moment, and said in a respectful tone, "Master cadres should be able to see those things, right?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also recalled, "I can see the black shadow at the door, but I can't see the whole picture."

"That's weird..."

The man stroked the small beard on his chin, secretly looking at Chuya Nakahara.

"Why don't we go and see."

Several people suggested that they are really free anyway, and the opportunity is rare.

"That would be troublesome."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, but he still couldn't get used to the breath of these guys. The smell of decay and the sight with unclear meaning were really terrible.

And these people's lives are also very random.

Long time no see Yang's office is full of sluggish and damp smell. Everyone basically has a thermos bottle filled with goji berries and some unknown medicinal materials. Weird woven fabrics and chess cards are hung on the wall, and some people even brought quilts in. .

Mid-afternoon nap...?

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked away. Sure enough, older people pay special attention to health preservation.

After an agreed time, he came out with a sigh of relief. When he passed by the door, he took another look at the curse spirit at the door, although he explained that this kind of spell spirit was the lowest and harmless, and only had the function of guarding the door and monitoring.

However, this natural malice still made Zhongyuan Zhong feel a little uncomfortable.

Relatively speaking, the sight was not malicious at all, and Zhong Yuanzhong didn't think it was a curse spirit, but if the reason was not found out, it would continue to affect work and life.

The bored Nakahara returned to the training hall, ready to stretch his muscles.

"Yo!"

A sudden indecent tone sounded from behind, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was already suspicious, was also taken aback at this moment, and punched him with a backhand!

"Wow!"

The man behind him took two quick steps back with an exclamation, and the jacket he wore behind him rose and fell again. He patted his chest and shouted at Zhongyuan Zhongya in shock: "Hey, what do you want to do, you slug!?"

"Ta, Dazai?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye was stunned for a moment after seeing it clearly, and then shouted angrily: "Don't call me that! Who told you to appear suddenly! Are you the spirit behind it!?"

"That's not it, I obviously greeted Chuya!" Osamu Dazai rubbed his chest seriously, and his bandaged eyes approached him, revealing a single iris-colored eye full of meaning.

"Or did Chuya do something guilty to be frightened?"

"what!?"

The curly orange hair surrounding his face paused, Nakahara Nakaya's delicate eyebrows were immediately stained red, and he vigorously swung Dazai Osamu's face away: "What kind of greeting is that! Normal people would do this!?"

"Ah, ah, ah, I won't. If you find such a handsome man behind you, you won't be frightened, right?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye had small wells on his forehead, twisted his wrist, and suppressed his anger and said, "Get out of here immediately."

Osamu Dazai gave a strange laugh, turned his back and spread his hands: "Hey, I don't have any sense of humor at all. Sure enough, slugs are not single-celled organisms?"

"Damn it killed you!??"

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evening.

"Thank you." Nakahara Nakaya looked down at his watch, and with his coat in one hand, he said goodbye to his subordinates and walked towards the underground garage.

Several curse masters have been waiting in the garage for a long time. Due to the number of people, Zhong Yuanzhong did not ride a motorcycle, but changed to a red sports car.

In the exclusive garage of the cadres, the vehicles placed in it can't be seen at a glance, which is staggering.

The middle-aged man greedily glanced at the dazzling garage, carefully concealed his eager eyes, and sat in the back row.

Nakahara Chuya put one hand on the steering wheel and the other propped his forehead, and sighed.

What is this called.

Too exaggerated.

Come to get rid of the curse spirit?

Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips and looked out of the window, and he found that he unexpectedly didn't hate that kind of sight, at most... he was not used to it.

Trying to figure out what the hell that is.

"arrive."

Under the careful inspection of the three curse masters, there was no smell or filth, and the whole room was clean and deserted, extremely luxurious.

"That's weird..." The middle-aged man rubbed his chin and swallowed: "It stands to reason that there is nothing there. Are you sure Master Zhongyuan is not an illusion?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he sighed, "Since there is nothing, let it be."

Definitely not an illusion.

"Oh, let me take a look, maybe there really is a ghost!"

"?!"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, and suddenly turned around.

The four people looked at each other in unison, a fluffy head emerged from the sofa, and the smiling eyes took the opportunity to look around and sighed: "The Nakaya family looks like this, it's really tasteless..."

"Hello!? How did you get in here!?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also widened his eyes, stepped forward and grabbed his collar.

"This level of lock is not difficult for me." Dazai Osamu showed a rather smug smile, and his tone was exaggerated: "I was still wondering if I was secretly plotting with the subordinates of the new department after work. It turned out that it was because The house is haunted hahahahaha——!”

"You bastard!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also's face became darker, he raised his fist and smashed it down without saying a word!

But Osamu Dazai slipped away from his coat, like a loach, he couldn't catch it no matter what, Nakahara suddenly slapped down the table and gritted his teeth: "Bastard! Catch him! I'm going to throw him off the roof!!"

Curse Master: "Ah, this..."

Both of them are cadres and adults, so they are not easy to offend.

"I'm responsible for something! Catch this dead mackerel for me! Don't let him touch my wine!!"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, bent down to pick up Osamu Dazai's coat that had fallen on the floor, then stretched out his left hand to make a handprint, and pointed his index finger on the coat. A blue force immediately lifted Osamu Dazai up.

"Is it amazing?"

Osamu Dazai was surprised, but he didn't panic at all.

The boy with iris-colored eyes curled his mouth, and the moment he rushed over in the Central Plains, his fingertips touched the blue power, and immediately offset the restraint and fell to the ground.

"This?!"

The middle-aged man was stunned, why?

Mana gone?

"Tsk, is disqualification in the world also useful for spells?" Zhongyuan Zhong also snorted coldly. If he didn't want to damage his house, he would have caught this guy a long time ago.

"Sure enough."

Osamu Dazai walked to the middle-aged man and took back his coat, and said lightly, "Although I have powers from different fields, it seems that I am special."

Disqualification in the world is a special existence even if it is placed in a different ability, no, Dazai Osamu is the most special existence.

"Since it's not because of the curse spirit, has Mr. Chuya done too many bad things?"

"how could it be possible!?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a livid face, even if he was mafia, he had absolutely a clear conscience for what he did.

How could he do those rubbish things? !

He glanced at the other three curse masters, and suppressed the emotions that were about to explode, but just as he was about to speak, Osamu Dazai walked to the door swaggeringly.

The slender index finger lowered the corner of his lips, revealing meaningful eyes.

"Since it's not, then Zhong can also try to communicate with that ghost?"