How can I broadcast live in Yokohama as a normal person

Walking out of the Armed Detective Agency, Kiyoshi Aihara took out the terminal and dialed Gojo Satoru.

"Mr. Aihara, it's really rare...you contacted me on your own initiative."

Holding the packed puffs in his left hand, he stepped on the struggling mantra with one foot, and mercilessly ground and played with his toes.

"Speaking of which, Yokohama's curse spirits are really terrifying. I've been exhausted these past few days."

The curse spirit screamed out of fear and pain, but the man was unmoved.

"Then why are you looking for me, Aihara-sensei?"

Aihara Kiyoshi walked unhurriedly on the street, looking up at the Port Hei Building in the distance.

This is the symbol of Yokohama.

"I met a conjurer, or a curse master, who can control curse spirits."

Manipulating...a curse spirit?

Mantras?

Involuntary force under the feet.

"I only know you, Mr. Wutiao, in the entire magic world. I thought you might know him, so I contacted you directly."

After regaining his senses, Gojo Satoru discovered that the curse spirit had been exorcised by him.

"Mr. Aihara, where are you now?"

"Near Armed Detective Agency."

"Wait a minute, I'll be right over."

His tone was rarely serious.

spell manipulation

Jay...

is it possible?

The other party is clearly—has been executed by him himself.

Although he had doubts in his heart, the red brick downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency appeared in the next moment.

"Yo! Teacher Aihara."

Raising his right hand, Gojo Satoru warmly greeted Aihara Kiyoshi.

He takes off the blindfold.

"Can you describe it in detail? The...conjurer who can manipulate the spirit?"

......

Port Black Building

The Port Black members in black suits walked into Mori Ogai's room.

"leader."

"Huh? What's the matter."

"Aihara Kiyoshi came downstairs and said he wanted to see you."

"...Oh~"

Mori Ogai's eyes widened slightly.

"This is really..."

It's a little surprising.

"I missed it this time, Rintaro."

Alice was lying on the table, scribbling randomly on the paper, and the brushes were scattered on the side.

"Your useless idiot."

"It's really merciless, Alice-chan."

Mori Ou turned his head outside, with a helpless smile on his face.

Aihara Kiyoshi...maybe more to be feared than he imagined.

"It's true that I was too conceited this time."

Yes, he does hold scales in his hand.

But——Aihara Kiyoshi also had it in his hands.

Weights are in their own hands and will not be added easily.

Cooperation has always been a matter for both parties, and only when both parties are profitable can they reach an agreement.

"Sensei Aihara shouldn't care about this little trial, right?"

"I don't know, the idiot Lin Taro caused the trouble himself, let's solve it by himself."

"Ah... so heartless, Alice-chan."

Straightening his back, Mori Ogai put his fingers on the table.

"Aihara-sensei, please come up."

"Yes, chief."

"Also inform the Zhongye cadres to come over."

"Yes"

Only Nakahara Chuya is the only one who can contend against that still unknown power.

It seems that in the future, matters related to Aihara Kiyoshi will basically be handed over to Chuya.

The posture of the current leader relaxed again. He leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes fell on the door, and patiently waited for the arrival of the guests.

......

Walking through the long, dimly lit corridor, Aihara Kiyoshi did not squint.

This is his second visit to this place.

Only this time, Bai was by his side.

walk into the room

Mori Ogai sat on a wooden chair next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a gravity user standing beside him.

Seeing this, the corners of Aihara Qing's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes were full of understanding.

It seems that he holds a lot of weight in the heart of the leader of the port mafia.

It's just that such a weight should be more defensive.

"Long time no see, Mr. Aihara, please sit down."

Mori Ogai gestured for Kiyoshi Aihara to sit on the chair opposite him.

There is only a small wooden coffee table in the middle.

Aihara Kiyoshi sat down obediently.

"Only two weeks, Mr. Mori."

"One day is like three autumns. I always look forward to seeing you join us, Aihara."

"Sorry, my answer is still the same."

"Really? That's a pity."

The two sides exchanged friendly greetings.

"Come back to the subject... Aihara-sensei, why are you here this time?"

Putting the black tea back on the coffee table, Aihara Kiyoshi and Mori Ogai looked at each other.

"If you guessed correctly, Mr. Mori should have received a commission from the magic world."

"About my... wanted warrant."

Mori raised his eyebrows.

"I really can't hide anything from you..."

"As the leader, I can't help myself. I'm completely a slave to this organization...I'm really sorry, Aihara-sensei."

Because the magic world can help the development of port black, Mori Ogai will accept the commission without hesitation.

Ai Yuanqing's current value is far from enough to make him give up cooperation with the magic world.

"It's completely understandable, Mr. Sen, please don't mind."

"I came here this time just to entrust Bai to you. During my absence, I hope the port black can protect him well."

"As long as Bai is safe, our cooperation will not be affected."

"Is that so...I see."

Picking up the glasses that were set aside and putting them on, Ogai Mori could clearly see the mantra lying on the back of the chair, playing with his fingers with the young man's long black hair.

Sensing his gaze, Mana Ling raised his head and looked at him, grinning.

He felt the overwhelming, very straightforward... malice against human beings.

Oh yeah~ this is really...

Mori Ogai's pupils shrink

The weight on the balance suddenly increases and slowly tilts to the other side.

The person holding the scales looked down on him, watching all this happen with a blank expression.

The curse spirit I saw in the dungeon before was in a special weak state.

But this time, he really saw through the essence of the humanoid curse spirit...

and instinct

With a muffled laugh, Mori Ogai lowered his eyes and took a sip of black tea.

On the one hand, there are reformers who can tame the natural evil, and on the other hand, there are old stubborn people who are corrupt and self-styled.

Which is lighter and heavier, at a glance.

There is no need to hesitate any longer.

"Bring it up."

The port black member hiding in the dark came over with a box in his hand.

"This is a spell tool sent by the magic world to arrest and escort you."

Mori Ogai took the box, opened it, and placed it in front of Aihara Kiyoshi.

"Ms. Aihara...you should understand what I mean?"

The young man reached out and picked up the magic tool in the box.

It was a pair of black shackles.

There were only shackles in the box, but no keys.

The moment he touched the black, cold metal shackles, they snapped open.

Aihara raised his eyebrows.

The current leader kindly explained.

"The magic power of the spell maker is the key to unlocking the shackles, but you don't seem to need it, Aihara-sensei."

The young man looked up at him.

"Mr. Mori...you do this..."

Mori Ogai shook his head, his tone a little careless.

"I didn't do anything, did I?"

Aihara Kiyoshi was a little surprised by Mori Ogai's sudden change of attitude, and then he couldn't help but began to laugh, his voice getting more and more presumptuous.

His laughter echoed throughout the room.

Even though the young man's voice was very attractive, under such circumstances, the onlookers couldn't help but feel a little trembling in their hearts.

Observing Aihara Kiyoshi, gravity frowned.

This familiar feeling...

"It seems that my behavior pleases you, Aihara-sensei."

Mori Ogai doesn't seem to care about the wanton behavior of young people.

As if he had laughed enough, Kiyoshi Aihara wiped away the physiological tears overflowing from the corner of his eyes with his index knuckles.

"This is really... Is this a surprise you prepared for me, Mr. Sen."

"If you understand it this way, there is no problem."

"You are so generous, I will make progress."

"Oh? I'm looking forward to Mr. Aihara's progress."

Mori Ogai watched Aihara Kiyoshi with great interest, as if he was looking forward to the next behavior of the young man.

"Please lend me the scalpel, Mr. Mori."

"Hey! You are too presumptuous!"

Gravity couldn't help but make a sound to stop it.

Mori Ogai shook his head and raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't be rude to your guests, Chuya."

Taking a deep breath, Nakahara Chuya's eyes closed and opened again, as if he had done some psychological construction.

"Yes, boss."

The current leader didn't care about Xiang Yuanqing's offensive request, and handed Xiang Yuan Qing the knife.

"How do you want to use it, Aihara-sensei."

Leaning on the back of the chair again, Mori Ou put his head on the outside, supported it with one hand, and kept his eyes on the young man without moving away.

"It's still very sharp. I cherish it very much. Please use it carefully..."

Lowering his eyelids, Kiyoshi Aihara held his long black hair with one hand and put it behind his head with a smile.

The silky hair slipped through Bai's fingers.

next moment

The sharp knife raised.

The severed hair swayed away in an instant, and fell back to the young man's ear obediently after a while.

The waist-length hair was cut off mercilessly by the master.

"teacher..."

Seeing this scene, Bai opened his eyes wide and didn't seem to react.

why...

"It's getting in the way, these hairs."

The hair in his hand was pulled, and Aihara Kiyoshi let go of it.

"If you want, these are left to you, Bai."

It's just that the hair that is separated from his body will no longer have the ability to be immune to spells.

It's just a very ordinary haircut.

Aihara Kiyoshi returned the knife to Mori Ogai.

"Thank you, Mr. Sen."

Mori Ogai chuckled and took the knife and put it back in its place.

"You really surprise me every time... Aihara-sensei."

"Looks like I'm pleasing you too."

Looking at Kiyoshi Aihara, the corner of Mori Ogai's mouth curled up, and he never let it go.

"Yeah, it's been a long time since I...have been so surprised."

"As a reward for making me happy, Aihara-sensei, what more do you want?"

Watching Aihara Kiyoshi, Mori Ogai was waiting for his request.

"Give me a pair of gloves, Mr. Mori."

"Then..."

Standing up, Aihara Kiyoshi walked outside Mori Ou and spread his hands, smiling and looking at him.

"Turn it in to me."