Social terror players, forced to become king

"Ahaha, how dare you kill me in front of the police?" The bomber was sweating coldly on the spot, but he still said stubbornly.

Miwako Sato, who was on the side, tried to step up to stop him, but Makoto Nanomiya took a step to avoid him.

"Are you still refusing to speak out?" He quickly stepped forward before everyone could react, and pulled the trigger under the shocked eyes of the bomber.

The bullet grazed the man's ear and sank into the concrete floor, sinking into the mud.

His whole body froze, and a burning sensation came from his ears belatedly.

The original fluke mood seemed to be poured with a bucket of ice water.

"Now, can you please tell me the location of the second bomb?" Makoto Nanakiya asked politely.

"...in Didan High School in Mihua Town." The middle-aged man murmured, his whole body seemed to have lost all strength and collapsed on the ground, showing a decadent appearance.

Gojo Satoru stood up rather disgusted, and patted the dust on his hands that didn't exist.

Nangong Makoto put the pistol back on the butt of Officer Sato's waist again.

"Thanks."

Miwako Sato was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly and said, "Nanomiya-kun, the police's guns cannot be tampered with. If I mistakenly think that you assault the police, there will be quite serious consequences."

"I just want to scare the prisoner." Nangong Cheng said with a smile, and when the other party's rebuttal was about to come, he continued to add, "Now the location of the second bomb has been confessed by the criminals. Officer Sato should tell others as soon as possible."

"Indeed." Miwako Sato's expression returned to her previous ability. She quickly directed her colleagues to arrest the bomber on the spot, and at the same time notified Police Officer Megure of the location of the bomb by phone.

Mu Mushisan, who was suddenly notified by her that the criminal had been found, was obviously surprised, but also knew that this was not the time to ask the other party how to find him, so he quickly issued an order, and the explosive ordnance disposal team immediately started to act.

"It turns out that Cheng-chan is here because he wants to be a good citizen." Gojo Satoru joked as he stood beside the boy.

The vague doubts in his heart were partially reduced.If it is on the side of the curse spirit, it will not help the police solve the case and save ordinary people at all.

"It's just ordinary help." Makoto Qigong showed a look of reminiscence, "I met a kind-hearted mafia who would help the old lady cross the road before."

The red-haired cadre who was far away from the mafia building in the port suddenly had an itchy nose and couldn't help sneezing.

The address mentioned by the criminal was true, and the bomb in the Tokyo Tower was successfully dismantled by Matsuda Jinpei. On this day, starting with the sacrifice of Ogiwara Kenji, the seven-year bombing case finally came to an end.

"Speaking of it, I always feel that Qi Gongjun's appearance is somewhat familiar."

As a teenager who helped capture the bomber, Nangong Makoto received unanimous thanks from all the policemen around him, including Matsuda Jinpei who had just come down from the Tokyo Tower.

The black-haired police officer continued: "Now I finally remember, I saw you three years ago, it was a bank robbery."

"Officer Matsuda's memory is so strong." Makoto Qigong was a little surprised.

"No, it's just a person like you, anyone will be impressed." Matsuda Jinping said.It seems that not long after the bank robbery, he met the little doll who seemed to come just for him.

Because they helped the police in the process of cracking the case, Qi Gongcheng and Gojo Satoru were also invited to the police station to make notes.

"Teacher Wutiao, don't you have any tasks today?" He asked the man next to him, because the other party was always elusive, presumably he often went out to perform tasks, so why would he have the time to accompany him to do the notes honestly.

"Yes." Gojo Satoru blinked, "However, I pushed it to Bone. The teacher believes that he will do a good job."

Qi Gongcheng looked at him, revealing half-moon eyes.

Although he and Yi Gu didn't know each other, they somehow felt some kind of strange pity for him.

Because he was not a prisoner, the police officer who took the record also poured Qi Gongcheng a cup of coffee.

The water glass was placed on the right hand side, and Makoto Qigong raised his right hand and stirred the liquid inside for a while, allowing the strong aroma of coffee to radiate.

Afterwards, while answering the police officer's question in front of him, he moved the water glass on his right hand to his left hand, and took a sip of the coffee in it, letting the bitter feeling spread from his taste buds.

Matsuda Jinpei stood outside the torture room of the bomber, with one leg slightly bent, and his body leaning back against the wall.His curly black hair was slightly disheveled, and his bangs covered his peach eyes.

The sunglasses he often wears are hung on the left jacket pocket, and a half-burned cigarette is held between the fingers of his left hand. The cherry blossom ring on the root of the ring finger reflects finely shimmering light under the setting sun shining through the corridor.

everything is over.

Finally, the criminal who killed my best friend and the child was brought to justice, and I felt a little sad for a while.

Being able to comfort the dead in this way is the only thing he can do.

Matsuda Jinpei passed the recording room, but happened to see the boy changing the water cup from the window to the hand.

The man froze for a moment.

Three years ago, Sakura had the same habit.Obviously a right-handed person, he puts the water glass on his right hand, but when drinking, he deliberately changes the tea cup to his left hand.

Such habitual actions are very rare.

A flash of light flashed across his brain, but it flew through his fingers like fine sand.

Qi Gongcheng silently withdrew his hand on the water glass.Of course, it was impossible for him not to notice the gaze of the people outside the window. This piercing gaze even gave him the illusion that he had fallen off the horse.

Must be an illusion.

After the transcript was completed, Qi Gongcheng followed Gojo Satoru to leave the police station, but was stopped by a curly-haired man standing at the door.

He casually stubbed out the still burning cigarette butt, and said to the young man who came out: "Mr. Qigong, is it convenient for me to take a step to talk?"

Looking at the other party's gaze, which seemed to imply a certain heavy quality, Qigong Makoto's refusal that he originally wanted to say was silenced in his throat for a while.

"……All right."

Gojo Satoru stood aside, and suddenly interjected: "Wait, now that the transcript is over, as his teacher, after asking him what he meant, shouldn't you also ask my opinion?"

He hugged his student's shoulders affectionately.

Qi Gongcheng felt that the other party didn't want to defend himself, but simply thought it was very happy to be skinny.

"Are you his teacher?" Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyes to look at the man wearing a strange black blindfold.

"If it's a fake replacement."

"I can go with you, Mr. Wutiao, you can wait or go first." Qi Gongcheng stood between the two, seeing their confrontation, inexplicably had a sense of foreboding, and said hastily.

Following Police Officer Matsuda to a secluded place, the black-haired man looked at him and suddenly said, "Does Qi Gong-kun know about supernatural powers?"

"I've heard it." Qi Gongcheng thought for a while, but still told half of the truth, "Why did Officer Matsuda suddenly ask me this?"

"Actually, I have always wondered whether there is such a supernatural ability that can control objects other than myself." Matsuda Jinhei stared at the boy in front of him, trying to see the flaws in the other's expression.

However, there was obvious doubt on his face: "I don't know such a person with supernatural powers. The reason why I know this concept is because I lived in Yokohama for a while before."

Matsuda Jinhei watched his reaction carefully, but did not see anything unusual.

"...Is that so?" His voice was very soft.

After a brief silence, Matsuda Jinpei seemed to have returned to his usual appearance, and said, "Then I have no other questions, thank you."

"Ah, you're welcome, actually I didn't help much." Makoto Qigong said, "Goodbye, Officer Matsuda."

He walked towards the white-haired teacher not far away without looking back.

Since it was Sakura who really bonded with the other party, it should end with Sakura.

Players themselves have been deeply involved in too many organizations with abnormal abilities, and rashly making friends will only bring disaster to the other party.

Can not get married.

This is the reason Qi Gongcheng woke up from other games early on.However, many games do not have the option to save files. Even if you delete the account and restart, the NPC you meet again will no longer be the original character with whom you have contacted.

In this way, it may be the best choice to let time dilute everything and let Sakura be buried in the memory shared by Matsuda Jinpei and the players.

Mihua Town, Nangong House.

Looking at the white-haired man who followed him all the way home and still seemed to be taking it for granted, Qi Gongcheng stood in front of the gate and asked helplessly, "Teacher Wutiao, what time is it?" It's getting late, are you going back to school?"

"I don't!" He is a mature man who is ten years older than him, but he behaves like a child, "The way back is too far, Cheng-chan, please take me in~"

"...But, teacher, I remember that you seem to have a teleportation technique?" Qi Gongcheng was silent for a while, and asked.

"It won't be romantic after using that kind of thing." There was no one around, Gojo Satoru leaned in front of the young man, raised his hand to caress the other's ear, "Occasionally, I still want to experience the life of ordinary people."

He took off the boy's sunglasses, revealing the fluorescent blue pupils behind the lenses, with subtle geometric patterns looming in them.

"...If you want to grab dinner, just say it." The young man's delicate and beautiful face seemed to be covered with a golden halo under the setting sun, and he looked especially delicate when he curled his lips and looked over.

"Then please Makoto!" Gojo Satoru cheered.

There are very few dishes Makoto Qigong knows, but the most convenient food that can never go wrong is of course hot pot.

Even for the poorest cook, it is difficult to make it unpalatable.

What surprised him was that even Gojo Satoru, the patriarch of a big family and the strongest magician who seemed to be inattentive and indiscriminate in five grains, could cook.

The other party selected the ingredients familiarly, and cooked a pot of miso soup that smelled delicious.

Seeing the man wearing his apron awkwardly and bowing his head in front of the cooking counter, Qi Gongcheng, who was arranging hot pot ingredients on the dining table, suddenly sighed.

If character can be ignored, Gojo Satoru is indeed a pretty perfect man.

However, with the other party's appearance, it's no wonder that during the sister school exchange meeting, the teacher named Angeji would be blown up by him every time.

"Hmm, this looks so spicy." Wujo Wutiao glanced at the pot full of bright red peppers, half of which was shiny with oil.

"If Mr. Wutiao is afraid of spicy food, you can just eat the dishes in the clear soup pot." Makoto Qigong said that the NPCs in this game seem to have a mild taste, including the rice sold in convenience stores, which do not have a heavy seasoning taste. .

"I want to try." Gojo Satoru put the first chopsticks of beef into the spicy pot.

After 3 minutes, Cheng Cheng was so hot that his face was flushed.

"Well, it's so spicy, water, where is the water?" His voice was a little out of tune.

Qi Gongcheng reluctantly went to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk by the other party's hand.

If you can't eat spicy food, don't try to be brave.