Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

"Where's the dog? I'm your cat."

Gojo Satoru spoke very brazenly, as if the fact is really the same thing.

Strange tropes added.

Maqima broke away from the other party's palm on her wrist, stood up as if nothing had happened, patted the dust on the black suit, and did not pull him up again.

She straightened her collar, and then said again: "So, I heard that when cats bite people, they play games with their owners. I hope you are the same."

And it's not heavy on the mouth, it's like a tickle for Makima.

"Who knows, isn't there a saying that cats can bite people when they are nervous and angry?"

After Wujo Satoru finished speaking, he straightened up slowly from the floor, and he still had to estimate the height of the cage's ceiling to avoid bumping his head, and walked out with a stooped body.

The white-haired man followed behind the orange-pink-haired woman, holding his hands behind his head, with a comfortable expression, giving people a leisurely feeling as if he was taking a walk.

The two walked in the police station one after the other. Even though they had already shown their faces once, Maqima was followed by a 1.9-meter-tall man with a face that fascinated all sentient beings, but they couldn't help but arouse the attention of the employees.

I just don't know why, the atmosphere seems to be particularly depressed today.

Gojo Satoru couldn't see it, but he could feel everyone's gaze. He ignored all the gazes, thinking about some problems in his heart.

He asked, "Where is Machima going to arrange for me?"

Mazima replied blankly: "You can move freely, and you won't be specially arranged there. In that case, there will be no difference."

"Oh, I mean where to live."

"my home."

"Oh, yes."

The short conversation ended without a start, and Gojo Satoru found that since the last time he came back from the playground, Machima's words had obviously decreased.

It was probably because Maqima wanted to kill him before, but because of some chainsaw man, he lost his nature and survived with difficulty, but Gojo Satoru didn't feel happy at all.

The chainsaw man turned out to be more important than him.

Rather, he might not have held much weight in the opponent's heart from the very beginning.

Now that things have happened, Gojo Satoru certainly won't be sad about this kind of thing, but he still doesn't like the feeling of the Cold War.

To be honest, before Maqima wanted to kill him last time, he was very annoyed by the nonchalant look he pretended to be. After the other party told him everything, he became much happier.

He found that he suddenly didn't pursue reconciliation, just like a cracked plate that couldn't be restored to its original state.

Moreover, such Maqima, even if reconciled, would mean nothing to him.

The Devil Police has a plan, and he will participate in it after he comes out of the cage where the devil is imprisoned, that is, from now on, he will assist the Devil Police to catch Machima.

There was no more dialogue along the way, and Gojo Satoru was taken by Maqima to the reception hall of the police.

Gojo Satoru sank into the sofa, closed his eyes and meditated.

For a while I didn't know what to do.

This is the place where Machima worked, and it was also a place he had always been very curious about before, but it didn't seem so interesting if he couldn't see it with his own eyes.

Wujo Satoru has never been a person who likes to enjoy vision, because in the world seen by the "six eyes", many things are not the original appearance, and what he sees are mostly the source and flow of the magic power.

Using the "six eyes" consumes a lot of mana and energy. Basically, he is tired of seeing everything. Over time, he doesn't rely on his eyes much.

Of course, except when fighting.

As the sound of steady and powerful footsteps gradually approached, Gojo Satoru realized that someone was coming here, and raised his eyelids symbolically.

The sound of footsteps was very familiar, Gojo Gojo guessed that he should be the shore.

Sure enough, the vicissitudes of life's deep voice came quickly: "Should I congratulate you on being released?"

Gojo Satoru blinked: "Thank you."

A middle-aged man over half a century old sat on the sofa opposite Gojo Satoru, put two cups of coffee on the coffee table in the middle, and pushed one cup in front of Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru smelled the aroma of coffee in the air, so he walked along the coffee table to the cup, picked it up and smelled it.

Hey, it's so bitter.

It's just that he didn't show any disgust on his face, and Kishi just asked indifferently: "Seeing that you are very idle, you should need to wake up, so I poured you a glass by the way."

Because he didn't know Wujo Satoru's taste, he followed his own habit.

After finishing speaking, the shore said again: "You won't drink bitter, right?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

A real man would never say no.

Wujo Wu's eyes were dead: "...I drink."

He lowered his head and smelled the unacceptable smell, frowned, and then took a gulp like a medicine.

The expression on the handsome face of the white-haired man immediately collapsed, his brows were furrowed, but he still pretended to be nonchalant, and put the quilt on the coffee table: "...not bad."

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shore:"……"

Shore took a sip of his coffee and sighed: "I see, pay attention next time."

After not coming out for two or three days, Wujo Wu found that there were significantly fewer people in the Devil's Public Security. The time was not long but not short. In fact, only one person from the bank passed the living room.

"Are you very busy today? It feels like there are not many people."

"They should all be busy with the aftermath. Yesterday something happened. The support troops sent by the police were wiped out on a large scale. Oh, no accident, there are still people preparing for the funeral."

The original folk demon hunter who suddenly appeared, and her companion, the demon man of the sword, were defeated by the police in the end, but the casualties against the special and special classes were horrific, and there were many demon hunters who died in this incident.

After this incident, Kishibe was also assigned as the captain of the new anti-monster class 4, but this team is really difficult to discipline, and Maqima is willing to release anyone to the police now.

Oh no, not just humans, but also demons and devils.

Gojo Satoru realized today's atmosphere "Oh... Then I missed a lot."

"Machima was shot yesterday on her way to Kyoto."

"what?"

Kishi saw the other party's expression of surprise and anger, without the slightest fluctuation in his heart, but took another sip of coffee.

"Although she won't die, the intention is already obvious to choose to do it when Maqima is on a business trip."

Gojo Satoru didn't care about his intentions or not. When he heard Kishi saying that Machima had been shot, he suddenly felt his head heat up, and he couldn't control himself to calm down in an instant.

No wonder Maqima didn't come to see him the whole day yesterday. These days, she obviously came to see him once a day, but she didn't yesterday.

He certainly wouldn't allow anyone other than himself to think of Machima.

According to Gojo Satoru's current understanding, Machima is undoubtedly the most authoritative role in the public security department, and she is a demon hunter directly under the cabinet. Judging from the fact that the Japanese government signed a contract with Machima, her status is Definitely not low.

Gojo Gojo rubbed his temples: "What's the intention?"

Kishi said: "A few days ago, Maqima brought back a chainsaw kid. He should have something to do with this incident."

Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered what Machima said before: "Could it be the chainsaw man?"

Kishi was puzzled: "You know?"

Gojo Satoru thought for a while, "I just heard about it."

Listen to what Machima said.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help wondering whether this matter could be told to Kishi in a fair manner, because now that Maqima is still in the police, she might know what they are talking about with one ear up.

Of course, Kishibe knew what Gojo Satoru's cryptic answer meant, and he didn't continue to ask: "Well, it doesn't matter, that kid was arranged by Maqima to come to me, so it doesn't seem to be a worry."

The newcomers who have been with the Tokyo Demon Police for so long, I have seen all kinds of newcomers on the bank, some with the goal of revenge, some with the goal of making money, and of course there are guys who came here with a frivolous mood.

It's just that they were all paralyzed by him, and they would never want to be an evil hunter in this life.

The only thing they have in common is that they are young and have never experienced beatings from society.

Gojo Satoru thought about it, and immediately empathized: "Hahahaha, I understand, I understand, after all, I have also taken care of difficult students."

Kishi raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Gojo Satoru straightened up and began to share his teaching experience with Kishi: "When I was over there, I was still a teacher. How many children do you think are good at learning spells? It's really a headache. oh."

Kishi Bian felt the same way: "That's right, the public security is similar. There are quite a few little ghosts with ambitions, but there are only a few who can become weapons in the end."

After chatting for a while, the conversation between the two quickly returned to normal.

If you want to say what is the most important thing after Gojo Satoru is released, then it is probably to assist the demon police to deal with Maqima.

Compared with civilian demon hunters, public security demon hunters have better salaries, and the threshold is higher than that of private demon hunters. Tasks will be issued every day, and all demons that come into people's sight will be reported to the police.

Public security demon hunters generally have one or two contract demons. Because of the gun demon incident, even the police are forbidden to use guns, but with cold weapons and the power of demons, the strength is absolutely sufficient.

But last time, Kishi said that all the police's combat power could not defeat Maqima, which was enough to show Maqima's strength.

After experiencing the Zedu incident yesterday, the police's combat power has been greatly weakened, and it is estimated that it will take a period of rest before they can get on the right track again.

Gojo Satoru thought for a moment, and said, "Since you want to join, you must join thoroughly."

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The next day's weather was very good, very sunny.

Maqima routinely came to the police to work. Before she left home, Gojo Satoru was still sleeping, but on the sofa, probably because he was afraid that someone would wipe his neck while he was sleeping.

After Mazima walked into the office, she found that there seemed to be someone who shouldn't be here.

A white-haired man in a black suit was sitting in her seat. Seeing Maqima come in, he waved at her: "Hi, wife!"

Macchima: "..."

Obviously, Gojo Satoru teleported here after she left.

Maqima blinked: "Wu, why are you wearing a police uniform?"

Gojo Satoru looked shocked: "What? Did no one tell you? I'm joining the Demon Police from today!"