I make a lot of money from vests

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Yuanyi heard the voice of "Morning Martin" before losing consciousness.

Sunlight slanted in from the window sill.

There was a knock on the door, and Jia Ruozi yawned, and said lazily, "Come in."

Xia Youjie pushed open the door, glanced at the bed, and asked, "How's the situation?"

Jia Ruozi took out the medical record and glanced at it: "It's much better than Huiyuan. I didn't die on the spot. Take a sigh of relief. After I cured the internal injury with the inversion technique, my body functions are gradually recovering."

Xia Youjie fell down on another empty hospital bed exhaustedly, he stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, his eyes dim.

The little fire in his eyes was about to go out.

"I've investigated. Keigo Atobe appeared there by accident. Two magicians, including a first-level magician, failed to complete the entrusted task." He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, Veins burst out, "Why is such a level of task assigned to Hui Yuan?"

Jia Ruozi had just lit the cigarette, and was about to put it in her mouth, when she remembered that she had promised Diva to quit smoking, so she extinguished the cigarette again.

"What did the Magic Association say?"

Xia Youjie sneered: "They said the task level was wrongly estimated."

Jia Ruozi picked his ear with his little finger and flicked his fingernail: "My ears are callused from listening to this kind of nonsense."

"High level."

Xia Youjie read these two words calmly, "Whether it's Yinshi's death or Huiyuan's death, it's all related to the high-level people now."

He thought that after Riko Tenuchi was revived by a supernatural power, she still couldn't escape fate and assimilated with Tian Yuan.

Xia Youjie evoked a smile for no apparent reason, a little weird and very gloomy.

"Is there any need for those high-level people in this magic world?"

Jia Ruozi was nestled in the sofa, half-closed his eyes and looked sleepy.

"Isn't Wujo Wu a member clamoring to reform the magic world?" She turned over and turned her head back to Xia Youjie, "Even if the big trees are rotten inside, their roots are still firmly rooted in the The underground is very difficult to deal with."

Xia Youjie looked at the person who was lying on the bed and had only been in contact with him a few times, he stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt and covered him up.

At least, Haibara was not alone when he died.

There are companions with him.

Jiaguozi has already fallen asleep, and there are very few people in the magic world who can reverse the spells. The conjurers are busy, and Jiaruizi, who can reverse the spells, is even busier.

He tiptoed out of the infirmary and closed the door softly.

The roots of the big tree are rooted in the ground and it is difficult to pull them out, so they simply burned them all.

***

"Did anyone find it?" Zenyuan Shier asked impatiently.

Kong Shiyu shook his head: "No, I didn't get any news, it's as if the world has evaporated."

He took the red wine poured by the servant, looked at the exquisite villa, and said directly: "Wouldn't it be better if no one appeared? Isn't this luxurious villa yours?"

Zenyuan kicked him with his toes, but Kong Shiyu dodged him, and he said angrily, "What are you farting?"

Kong Shiyu's pupils opened slightly, and he approached him: "No way, Zenyuan, when did you change your taste?"

Zenyuan Shier gave him a cold look, and said bluntly, "None of your business?"

Kong Shiyu shrugged: "Men and women have nothing to do with me. I haven't found the person you are looking for, but I have other news. I don't know if you are interested."

Zenyuan Shier: "What news?"

Kong Shiyu: "Xia Youjie, the conjurer you fought against before, has defected. I introduced the leaderless Panxing Sect to take over."

Zenyuan Shier sarcastically said: "Nothing will hinder your business, and you can do business anywhere."

Kong Shiyu took a sip of his wine: "I'm a businessman, as long as I have a lot of money, there's nothing I can't do."

Zenyuan Shi'er sneered: "Then you can find someone for a long time without any news."

Kong Shiyu smiled awkwardly when his professional ability was questioned.

"There is another message, do you want to hear it?"

"what?"

Kong Shiyu reached out to him.

Zenyuan Shier: "If you don't tell any news, how do I know if it's some worthless news?"

Kong Shiyu raised his eyebrows and said, "It's related to the death of your former boss."

Zenyuan Shi'er's face sank in an instant, and the murderous aura suddenly gushed out, making Kong Shiyu's hairs stand on end.

He shook his body and asked, "How is it? This news should be worth a lot."

Zenyuan Shier fiddled with the phone screen for a moment.

Kong Shiyu looked at the account information and put away his phone in satisfaction.

"You are not stingy, I will tell you everything I know."

Zenyuan Shi'er had a sullen face, and grabbed the sofa with his fingers and forcibly pulled off a piece of cloth.

"The explosion was man-made."

Zenyuan even said impatiently: "What do you say?"

Kong Shiyu said unhurriedly: "It seems to be related to the high-level mantra."

He turned on his phone and opened the photo album.

"have a look."

Zenyuan Shier took the phone: "What?"

"I also found it by accident. The bomb was ordered by the person in the photo. I found it strange, so I checked him. Do you know what I found?"

Zenyuan Shier glared at him: "Do you think I am someone who has the patience to listen to your tricks?"

Kong Shiyu shrugged: "People like you are really hard to deal with."

He continued: "I found out that this person is related to the high school of conjuration. I investigated deeply and found a very interesting thing."

Zenyuan Shier looked at the photo. It was a surveillance video. Now that technology is so advanced, there are surveillance cameras and sky eyes everywhere in the city.

This photo was discovered by Kong Shiyu when he investigated Yazawa Nicole's death.

The photo is blurry, and the face of the person on it can hardly be seen clearly.

Zenyuan Shier zoomed in on the photo. In the photo, the man's face was a mess, and the black blur could be vaguely seen on the forehead.

He carefully identified, but did not see what it was.

Kong Shiyu found that he had a strange black spot on his forehead.

He said: "The photo is too blurry and I can't see it clearly. I didn't know what the thing on the man's forehead was until I found these."

He handed the information bag beside him to Zenyuan Shier.

"You gave me a lot of money, and correspondingly, I gave me a lot of information. Doing business also requires principles."

The Chanyuan didn't even bother to listen to what he said, and opened the file directly.

"what is this?"

Some are materials of conjurers not long ago, and some are portraits.

Whether it's the photos of the conjurer in the data or the portraits of people thousands of years ago, they all have one thing in common, that is, the sutures on the forehead.

"Sewing thread?"

Zenyuan Shier didn't frown, realizing that a large part of Yazawa Nicole's death was because of him.

She even said that if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have died at all.

The information slipped down from the monastery, Shi Er, he took a breath, no emotion could be seen on his face.

"What are the sutures on these people's heads?"

Kong Shiyu sat up straight with a serious expression: "I guess, from a long time ago, this suture has been alive until now."

Zenyuan Shier: "What?"

Kong Shiyu spread out the information in order: "Look, these people with sutures did not appear at the same time, they continued continuously from thousands of years ago to the present. As for what this suture is, I don't know." .”

Zenyuan Shi Er didn't know what to think of, and quickly packed these materials into a bag.

"One person knows."

Kong Shiyu said casually: "You want to be with me, the only one who has lived for a thousand years, but you almost killed the astral body, can the other party tell you?"

Zenyuan Shier said to himself: "There is no permanent enemy."

He asked again: "I obviously shot the astral body at that time, how could he still be alive, or is the astral body just a cover?"

Kong Shiyu said helplessly: "Please, can you make up the knife before killing someone next time? No one died completely, and was rescued by a supernatural being in Yokohama."

Zenyuan Shier: "..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't make up the knife in the astral body. You didn't make up the knife when you killed Wujo Wu, and you almost killed yourself." Kong Shiyu said curiously, "Your life is really hard, and that part is covered by Wujo Wu's curse Razed to nothing, you're still alive."

Zenyuan Shi Er was silent for a moment, picked up the information on the table and said: "I'm leaving, you get lost."

Zenyuan Hui came back from school, he scanned around but couldn't find the person he was looking for.

He asked awkwardly, "Ms. Atobe hasn't come back yet?"

The Chanyuan said in a rare way: "It's coming soon."

Zenyuan Hui: "If Teacher Atobe doesn't come back, I will never let you occupy his house!"

Zenyuan Shier: "..."

What an unlucky son.

"I'm going out."

He was grabbed by the corner of his clothes, Shi Er leaned over, and saw Hui Hui with a slightly nervous expression.

"You won't come back, will you?"

Zenyuan Shier's expression slowed down, "No" turned around his mouth, and changed into: "Don't worry, I will give you such a big house for free?"

Chanyuanhui: "..."

What is he doing to humiliate himself.

Chan Yuan Shi Er waved away.

On the way to the High School of Conjuration, he kept thinking about Kong Shiyu's words.

Why is he still alive?

He looked down unconsciously, and the place where the doll was originally hung was empty.

The scene of brushing shoulders with death spread out in front of him again.

Countless memories, good and bad, flowed out like a revolving lantern.

The god of death is approaching holding a sickle, and at the last moment of his life, he was calmer than expected.

Not even any resentment.

He has killed many people, and it is normal for him to be killed.

The doll around his waist suddenly swelled up, enveloping his whole body, and he remembered for a long time the feeling of being soaked in amniotic fluid before he was born.

Freedom, no restraint, life begins to expect everything.

The expected death did not appear. He opened his eyes again and was transferred to a strange place. The doll on his waist was gone.

He clearly knew that all of this had something to do with the doll he accidentally got from Yazawa Nicole.

Who is she?All doubts surfaced at this moment.

He looked at all this calmly.

When he wanted to find Yazawa Nicole to fulfill the dinner agreement and talk routinely, a piece of news that made everyone explode on the Internet made him almost explode.

It's ironic that Yazawa Nicole died, the damned didn't die, but the undeserving died.

Zenyuan Shier suddenly turned the car around and went to the cemetery.

He put a broccoli in front of the tombstone.

The little assistant arrived at some time, she smiled helplessly: "Do you want Nicole to eat salad down there?"

What a loss.

"Pretty healthy."

"Mr. Shier, the boss died to save me."

Zen Yuan didn't even bother to comfort her, and said coldly: "Oh."

That fool probably knew that he would not die before he dared to do so.

Zenyuan Shier sneered, to see if he didn't catch him and let him go to his own grave!