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"Zhizhi," the man asked briefly, "who is that man who sent you home?"

Gojo Satoru didn't look like he was angry either. On the contrary, he kept saying casually with a relaxed smile, "Don't worry, just ask. I'm not a rigid teacher who would deprive young people of their youth."

"But oh, that man is very good at deceiving little girls at first glance." Wujo Wu used his prejudice to spread rumors nonchalantly, "As a guardian, I have an obligation to guard Zhizhi."

Toru Amuro: All the injustices are wronged.

"He is that 'scumbag'." Xuejian Weizhi said indifferently, "Didn't I read the power of attorney for Mr. Wutiao? The client hired a detective to catch the rape, and he is the 'traitor'."

Good guy, is there no turning back for a public security policeman who serves the people to be labeled a "scumbag" like this?

"Today's commission is really interesting." Yukimi Mie said to Gojo Satoru happily lying on the back of the sofa, "The teacher will never guess how I lured Toru Amuro out of the coffee shop in broad daylight... "

Her pure and simple happiness overflowed from her throat, like soft sweet syrup flowing in the air, Gojo Satoru leaned against the cold French window, listening to her with a smile in his eyes.

When Xuejian Weizhi was away, Gojo Satoru did not turn on the light, leaving only a dim light yellow floor lamp in the corner of the living room.

The empty apartment was silent, and the gray and white decoration style seemed particularly deserted.The curtains were wide open, and the cold, pale moonlight shone on the carpet, like pieces of scattered mercury mirrors.

He used to be very used to this kind of silence, darkness, and silence, leaving him alone.

But he's not alone here.

There are traces of another person’s life everywhere in the apartment: the dog doll lying on the sofa with its belly up, the various magic circle posters on the wall, the half-eaten soy milk box on the coffee table, the black men’s leather shoes mixed in the shoe cabinet. The powder blue sandals put together, the same toothbrush cups of the angel and the devil on the sink...

The angel is only Wujo Wu, and the little devil is Zhizhi.

Cohabitation life is bound to be accompanied by purchases. Xuejian Weizhi especially likes a complete set of daily necessities, but after buying them, she can't use them all by herself.

Gojo Satoru doesn't care about these things, the little girl sneakily throws the styles she likes into the shopping cart, and while Gojo Satoru is on a business trip, he cuts first and plays later.

She didn't care at all about Gojo Satoru's reaction when he came home and found that his tableware, plates, and keychains had all turned into the dark gothic style that Chuerji's favorite.

This is an interesting and contradictory point.

Because the master bedroom where Gojo Satoru lives is still empty, and the whole apartment has been plagued by the soul of the middle school student, except for the most critical room, where she doesn't take a step.

Let’s say that Zhizhi is not close to Gojo Satoru... How is it possible, their plush slippers are all cat couple models.

But if it is said that she completely trusts and is intimate with Gojo Satoru, the person concerned knows that is not the case.

This child seems to have no sense of distance, but is actually very, very measured.She will not cross the boundary there.

So much so that Gojo Satoru doesn't know much about Xuejian Weizhi until now.

Anyone who is familiar with Gojo Satoru knows that he himself has no sense of distance and has an extremely bad personality when interacting with others. The Umge Girl in Kyoto has mentioned Gojo Satoru so far that his teeth itch.

Wujo Satoru can easily find out the secrets hidden in others' hearts.Instead of relying on rhetoric or threats, he can ask people to answer unreasonably when he asks a question confidently.

No extra means are required.The strongest asks you a question, and honestly confessing is the only thing you can do. It is a normal reaction to sweat coldly and pray frantically for the answer to satisfy him under the gap of strength like a moat.

There are no things that Wutiaowu can't ask, not to mention that the object of the question is not an enemy with gritted teeth, but a student he has cultivated and trusted him.

Logically, it should be something that can be easily asked in one conversation: about Yukimi Mie's past seven years of concealment, her longing, her interpersonal relationship, her views on Gojo Satoru...

What a simple question, but there is no answer.

Everything that is known about the person named "Yue Jian Mie" is only a shallow layer of the shell.

Whether it is soft or cold inside, whether it is pure good or evil, no one else knows.

Very, very interesting.

The unknown is the first step to arousing interest.

Don't worry, Wujo Wu thought, he still has a lot of time to teach this child slowly.

What kind of person is she?Whether you can stand side by side with him or run against him, time will slowly give the answer.

"So, that Mr. Amuro will have to explain it to his colleagues when he goes to work tomorrow?" Gojo Satoru continued with a smile, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking when he was distracted, "Zhizhi is really evil, you There is obviously a gentler way to lure him out of the coffee shop."

"Then I don't feel like I'm being raped at all." Xuejian Weizhi said very engagingly, "I acted so well, my young lady almost called the police and brought the police uncle to beat up the scumbag who abandoned his wife and son."

This is the double death scene. I don’t know if Toru Amuro’s colleagues in the police station will happen to encounter the wonderful scene where the former colleague is hugged by his “daughter” and shouted “Daddy”.

That's right, Yukimi Mie knows the identity of Amuro Toru's police officer, because she has the ability [Super Reasoning]--sorry for going to the wrong set and doing it again--because she feels a special aura in Amuro Toru .

That kind of aura, like the police flower lady who gave her sweets every time Zhizhi went to the police station to claim Osamu Dazai who was fished out of the water, like the wig was accidentally ripped off by her and she comforted her with an awkward smile. The bald-headed guard, like the police department who was so angry with Edogawa Rampo that he ate the special-effect Jiuxin Pill and had to pinch his nose to thank him.

That [Sorry, I'm the police] aura!Like a big aggressive light bulb in the night!It is impossible to ignore!

This guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes must be a policeman!

It's a pity, it's a pity, Toru Amuro prides himself on being an excellent [-]-year-old boy. He is a part-time emperor who works a lot in multiple organizations.

His skin color made it impossible for him to conceal the identity of the boy, and his aura made him lose all his underwear.The Skynet was sparse but not leaky, and finally fell into the hands of the famous detective Zhizhi.

"Toru Amuro seems to be investigating something." Yukimi Mie said, "It may be an organization code-named after liquor, I saw him and Belmode calling each other 'absinthe' and 'bourbon' when they talked. "

The name of the wine is used as a code name, which is very compelling, and Zhizhi likes it.

"Which teenager with secondary illness has not joined a mysterious organization, and everyone calls each other dreams by code names. In the dark, we are a group of men in black who carry out mysterious plans, and we don't know anyone on the bright side in the daytime." Who, just cast a look of understanding at the moment of passing by, and then left without nostalgia."

Yuki Mie said longingly: "During the day, you are the handsome boy of RT-Mart, and I am the president of the student council with perfect scores in the classroom; at night, you take off your rubber gloves and pick up the sniper gun, and I throw away the math papers." Pick up the mace. When the locomotive gas pedal hits, when the red light runs, the strong never look back at the explosion."

so cool!so cool!This is the highest state Zhizhi pursues!Every adolescent girl should have the dream of slaying a dragon!

Gojo Satoru: Subway, old people, mobile phones.

You secondary patients have so many tricks.

"There are quite a lot of underworld organizations active in Tokyo." Gojo Satoru said, "But it has nothing to do with us. If you see a group of curse masters, remember to report it."

"Yeah." Zhizhi nodded.

She understands that different industries do different things, and conjurers cannot steal the work of the police, because the police do not pay them wages.

"It'll be fine." Gojo Satoru said with certainty, "As long as there are no accidents, you won't be able to touch them."

This is a judgment based on facts. The larger the underworld organization, the less likely it is to be contaminated by the magic world. The difference is clear.

Although Gojo Satoru is a very unreliable person, it is rare for him to say a reliable truth.

However, the law of heaven is unfair, and he insisted on slapping him in the face.

Just two weeks after Gojo Satoru said "Zhizhi won't touch the Black Organization, and nothing will happen if he does", Xuejian Weizhi meets them on a narrow road.

People, don't set a flag.

This encounter was different from the beauty of chatting with Bellmode. The scene was very chaotic at one time, and the screams and explosions almost pierced people's eardrums.

People around were shouting and howling, the sound of gunfire and the metal impact of bullets hitting the deck was clear and frightening.

Xuejian Weizhi loosened the bandage wrapped around his arm without saying a word, and the dark golden hairpin on his forehead jingled and fell to the ground.

The girl with different pupils raised her head and reached out to tear off the black choker around her neck.

"Come on." Her eyes were filled with an excited smile, "Look who died here."

Facing Yukimi Mie, Nakahara also let go of the hand holding the brim of his hat.

The sea wind howled, and he bit off the black leather gloves with his teeth.

"Okay." The Gravity Manipulator laughed wantonly, and the black-red light flooded his figure.

The war is about to start.

Some people will definitely be confused when they see this:

What is the relationship between the Black Organization and Zhongyuanzhong?Why did Xuejian Weizhi fight with him?What is the deck? Which unfortunate little cruise ship was bombed in Ke Xue's world?

You are very confused, and Gojo Satoru who hurried to Yokohama is also very confused.

In order to make things simpler, let us abandon the high-end techniques of flashbacks, and use a normal and clear narrative method to tell this magical story from the beginning, which includes many elements such as accidents, police and gangsters, gangster transactions, and Newton's madness. .

The story begins with the gangster who hired Xue Jian Weizhi to catch the rape. He was very satisfied with Zhizhi's report, and besides the final payment, he also gave her a cruise ticket.

On the large cruise ship from Tokyo to Yokohama, all expenses are free during the period. Not only can you have fun, but you can also take a trip back to the detective agency. Naturally, Zhizhi happily agreed to the invitation and boarded the ship on time.

The boss has a good heart, but he forgot that this is a cruise ship that simultaneously undertakes the dual responsibilities of carrying tourists and trading with black organizations.

It doesn't matter, as long as you don't kill people and set fires in front of her, Xue Jian Weizhi will not disrupt people's business negotiations.

Never should, never should, cruise ships should not run any lottery for the purpose of advertising and attracting customers.

Not to mention that this event should not be held in Mihua Town.

The moment Mori Kogoro took Mori Ran and Conan boarded the cruise ship, the fate of the cruise ship was already doomed.

It must be bombed!

Yukimi Mie, who was looking forward to the trip, boarded the cruise ship knowing nothing.

Nakahara, the head of Mafia, the port that traded with the black organization, boarded the cruise ship unknowingly.

At this moment, there are still three hours before they meet.

There are still three hours and five minutes before the cruise ship is bombed.