After I confessed to 5t5

Wujo Satoru expressed his dissatisfaction with the higher-ups for the truth a long time ago.

That's not the disgust that ordinary people simply hate the relationship between upper and lower classes, but the disgust that they despise from the bottom of their hearts.

At first she did not understand the truth, and she has only contacted high-level officials once until now. That time, because of Wutiaowu's instructions, she spoke as little as possible, did not make any mistakes, and did not accidentally set up any restraints. was easily let go.

Of course, that was just what I thought at the time. In fact, the quasi-first-level title was deducted for her while letting her go, isn't it for now?

The question now is, what do they want to do?

It may not be easy to exorcise the curse spirit and take away the sword under the eyes of everyone, but it is not impossible, but is it that simple?What is the purpose?Simply want to use a sword as a tool to show favor?That shouldn't be the case.

The truth is not those people with complex minds and good calculations. She cannot figure out the intentions of those people with sinister intentions in the first time.

"Want to cooperate?"

The young man who just met today sat up from the sofa, and suggested in a tone as if "want to have dinner?"

In fact, Truth didn't know his purpose until now, but she didn't seriously investigate it because she thought the other party was harmless, but when it comes to cooperation, it needs to understand each other further than this.

"So Mr. Dazai knows what I want to hear?"

The person who was asked smiled and said as a matter of course: "Of course."

Then for the first time, Truth clearly learned about his occupation and the organization he belonged to from the other party.

Osamu Dazai will appear here because of a commission from the military.

The Meguro family is very powerful, as long as they are honest enough, no one can do anything to them, but recently, the above has received news that the Meguro family has close contacts with illegal groups, and this news comes from what Osamu Dazai mentioned earlier "Mr. Nagai".

What's interesting is that Nagai and the Meguro family have always been allies, and no one would believe this business without the Nagai family's part.

The Nagai family's reporting of the Meguro family's practice may have a tendency to whitewash, but more of it is that the Nagai family thinks that the military can't deal with the Meguro family in a short time. Such behavior is also an advance for the Meguro family. Dig the next hole.

"As for what the Nagai family wants to do with the plant, no one cares." Osamu Dazai said, "After tonight, both Meguro and Nagai will be in bad luck, right?"

"Mr. Dazai, there is one thing I don't quite understand." I know the purpose of his coming here, but I still don't understand the truth. "The job of the Armed Detective Agency is to sneak into the banquet to find evidence of the illegal collusion of the Meguro family, right?"

"Yeah~!" Osamu Dazai patted her head gratifyingly while nodding, "Yoshiyoshi~ It's good to listen to the lecture~ So which part of the little truth is it that you don't understand?"

When did it become a "little truth" again? Is the default relationship better because of the confession of identity?

"Is the evidence the detective agency is looking for on this floor?"

"It's in the secret room of the master's study of the Meguro family on the second floor."

"Then Mr. Dazai doesn't need to look for it?"

"Ah, I got it before I talked to you. After some time, my colleague should have taken it out and handed it in, right?"

"So the connection between Mr. Dazai's investigation and the 'underground party' here is...?"

"No contact at all!"

Osamu Dazai, who was speaking relaxedly with a smile on his face, added: "If it wasn't for Little Truth, I wouldn't even know there was such a place, although there are gossips, but it's thanks to Little Truth's 'ticket' to get in smoothly. "

The truth couldn't help but thumped in his heart, not because of the other party's statement that sounded a little off-line, but because of this, doesn't it mean that when he met her, this person knew nothing about the underground of the manor?

Was he able to take her down that hallway because he was watching out for other people too?But he looked like he was just talking poorly?

The words to the entrance deacon were based on the limited clues at hand, and the existence of the casino's elevator key was also obtained in such a short period of time. After all, he probably didn't know that there was another floor below the casino.

"Guess that there are other passages in the casino because I found out that I am a conjurer?" Truth was surprised by her guess.

Sure enough, Osamu Dazai said: "You are sure that what you are looking for is here. It is easy to draw conclusions based on the premise of the magician, right? What's more, this is the Meguro family, it is just a casino, so there is no need to do it. trouble."

Double insurance is always a favorite drama of these people.

As for how to tell that the girl is a conjurer, apart from the ability to appear suddenly without a sound and the friendly attitude towards strangers who can't be seen as a bad child, it's more about the way she observes her surroundings.

She doesn't pay attention to the content of direct conversations between people, and all her attention is like finding differences in a big fault, that is, she can see things that others can't see.

Then it's a psychic user or a conjurer, choose one of the two.

She asked him if he was also here to investigate, which was equivalent to explaining her own reason for coming.

It is not impossible to investigate the Meguro family for private purposes, but the probability is too low, and there is no organization for psychics to become a climate, so he temporarily put the conjurer on the first candidate list.

As a result, everyone was happy, and the guessing game was a big success~!

"I see." Truth already had a rough idea of ​​where she was exposed, and she asked while thinking about what to pay attention to in the future, "Then Mr. Dazai mentioned cooperation, what do you want me to do?"

"Isn't it annoying that such a place exists?" Dazai Osamu stretched out his index finger and said, "Since everyone is here, let the Meguro family have a little more misfortune~ In exchange, um... that's fine."

He pointed to the monitor above the middle of the field.

"Even if you can escape smoothly, it's hard to not show your face at all with surveillance around here, right? So..."

Just how good of a man is Dazai-san?

When splitting up with Osamu Dazai, Truth couldn't help but think.

She stayed in the room and didn't take any action for the time being, but Osamu Dazai had to leave first. He called the nearby attendant for the reason of going to the bathroom, and it didn't take long before Truth's cell phone rang.

A piece of information came from Osamu Dazai on the mobile phone, click on it to see the floor plan here.

Truth was too lazy to ask how he got this kind of thing in such a short period of time. She quickly wrote down the map, and calculated the specific coordinates according to the ratio of the map to the actual site.

It seems that the people behind the scenes released two monsters one after another in order to show the strength of the man on the field. From the fact that the onlookers can obviously see it, it is speculated that they should be two monsters. She didn't expect that someone would raise monsters?

After the man opened the show with a bloody beheading of the monster with a sword, he had another temporary break.

At this time, Truth found that a screen in the room was lit up, which looked like a touch screen, and it showed the players who would face No. 7 next, as well as the current bet amount.

So this is not only a place for rich people to enjoy raging, but also a game field for betting on people's lives?

Truth only glanced at it, and the amount of money on No. 7 was already an astronomical figure.

She didn't delay any longer, and immediately adjusted the coordinates that she had calculated before, and used the time-space converter to instantly come to the backstage off the field.

The coordinates calculated in this way are inaccurate, so the moment the truth just landed, with the help of the white light of the time-space converter, it quickly lifted the knife and shattered the surrounding surveillance.

Footsteps gradually came from nearby, and she stunned the staff who came in the second the door opened.

Then she met the eyes of the man who followed the staff's footsteps and came in.

He looked thinner than when she looked at it from above. He should be just an ordinary person, but with a sword parasitized by a curse spirit and his eyes blank, he looked terrifyingly like an evil ghost.

He had no intention of attacking actively, and he didn't respond to the attack and collapse of the staff who brought him here. One can't help but wonder if he still has self-awareness.

There is no time to delay on the side of the truth. The destruction of the surveillance will be discovered soon, and other people will come here at the same time. She decided to make a quick decision.

The goal is to exorcise the curse spirit and take the knife away.

While she was moving, the other side also moved. He reacted quickly as if he could distinguish hostility. He pulled out the knife at his waist. At that moment, the truth seemed to be able to escape from the knife. Heard whining.

So she became even more angry.

Truth did not decide the winner with a sword at the beginning, but appeared in front of him with [shaved] at a speed that could not be discerned by the naked eye, raised her leg and kicked the man's head violently.

The eyes in the mucus on the man's body turned to her, and it was obviously irritated, but it didn't fight on its own, it just controlled the man to lift the knife, and the sharp and ominous blade pointed at her.

Truth had a hunch that the knife was not good, but she didn't change her previous thoughts.After kicking the man's head to the side, she supported his shoulders and turned around, and quickly hooked the man's neck, and wrapped his other hand around his sword-holding arm.

Click.

She pressed her foot against the man's back, dislocated his arm neatly, and followed the same pattern to remove the other side.

The other party is a parasitic spell spirit and she can't contact it for a long time, otherwise it would be too dangerous. After finishing all these truths, she left and retreated. She wanted to say that the dislocated arms should make her unable to hold the sword, but she saw that the man didn't seem to be affected in any way.

There wasn't even the slightest bit of pain on his face, and his body was controlled by a curse spirit like a marionette.

With that weird look, is this person really still alive?

If she can't be sure, she can't do anything that will actually hurt the opponent's life. This curse spirit uses the sword in her hand throughout the whole process. This is the first time she has used this method to fight the curse spirit.

There are no extra special skills, and there are no difficult and weird moves, but that kind of swordsmanship is really not like that of an ordinary person, and it is so exquisite that it is a headache.

However, this might be a bit difficult for other people, but it is not so difficult for the truth. The only trouble is how to separate the curse spirit from the man directly, and she cannot get rid of it without separation.

Coincidentally, the curse spirit was also tired of the current situation, and its attack method began to change.

The mucus formed barbs around the sword body, and while attacking, those barbs were aimed at the target like a homing bullet, which was a stab, making people pay attention to its attack and have to be distracted to avoid other attacks.

She was caught off guard at first, and a cut was made on her shoulder.

I don't know if it's because of the special attack method of the curse spirit or what, but the wound has not stopped until now. Just as she was thinking of countermeasures, the little tiger on her shoulder whimpered and licked her wound.

Before he had time to think about whether he should let the little tiger go to a safe place aside, something happened.

The little tiger was suddenly filled with strong spiritual energy, Zhenzhen felt that the dagger at her waist seemed to be getting hot, so she quickly took out the dagger.

Before it became uncontrollable, the little tiger jumped off her shoulders, its figure continued to elongate, and when it landed on the ground, the original small tiger had completely disappeared, replaced by An adult white tiger.

At the same time, there was a young lady in front of her, he seemed a little cautious, with a little blush on his face: "That, that...Although we have been together for a long time, this is the first time we met... It melted so no, no five little tigers, sorry..."

In front of the five tigers that she had seen from the other pills, the short knife with white hair turned to the enemy nervously: "Woo ... so annoying, but but it is not possible to hurt the owner ..."

The tone of the dagger sounded weak and timid, and he really wanted to say "don't worry, she will handle it", but before he could say it, the dagger was already on the handle.

What kind of speed is that?

A text message from Osamu Dazai asking about her situation came from the mobile phone. Truth looked at the scene in front of her. The man controlled by the curse spirit couldn't keep up with the speed of the dagger.

The white tiger stepped on the man's chest. The curse spirit seemed to want to wrap itself around the tiger's body, but the short knife seized the opportunity and cut off all the bonding points with the man with lightning speed. , completely stripped the knife from the man's hand.

And the moment Da Dao was out of the man's hand, the curse spirit immediately reacted, and got into the blade of Da Dao, and the man who was not controlled by the curse spirit fell to the ground powerlessly.

Wu Hutui climbed up to the solemn truth with a knife in his hands.

When she looked over, the dagger seemed a little hesitant, and the big white tiger beside him also looked up at her. They were all white, and one person and one tiger looked strangely unified.

Holding the knife in his hand, the short knife said nervously and shyly, "Well, can you pet my head?"