Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

A few days after the end of the exchange meeting, the work of the teachers of the High School of Conjuration also started to work normally.

At this time, Gojo Satoru was driving the car, and Machima was sitting in the passenger seat, driving all the way from Tokyo to Yokohama.

As for why it is Yokohama again, that is the request of the Armed Detective Agency. Yokohama is now in a state of "three agencies".

Noctua took it as a matter of course, but he was a little worried about leaving it to Wutiaowu alone, so he asked Maqima to follow.

After all, he would be more at ease if Maqima was around.

The atmosphere in the Armed Detective Agency is a bit delicate. There are not many people in the agency, and they seem to be busy outside. It can be seen that this incident has really had a great impact on the Detective Agency.

Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses, narrowed his eyes and recognized Gojo Satoru: "Are you... Gojo Satoru?"

It was probably because this was the first time he had seen Gojo Satoru's real face. The last time he came, he was still a woman, and Kunikida Doppo had difficulty recognizing it.

Kunikida Doppo shifted his gaze to Machima next to him: "Then there is..." Miss Machima.

But before he could say me, he was interrupted by Osamu Dazai.

The black-haired young man took Maqima's hand and said affectionately: "Beautiful Miss Maqima, do you want to die in love with me?"

Macchima: ? ? ?

Gojo Satoru:! ! ? ? ?

The five cats and cats were furious.

The white-haired man snatched the person in front of him, and put Maqima behind him, the veins on his forehead twitched slightly: "I said... you are a little too familiar, right?"

Osamu Dazai gave a "tsk", took two steps forward, and said aggressively: "This is called love at first sight and love at second sight. Is there any problem in inviting someone you like to die in love?"

Gojo Satoru:? ? ?

He had never seen such a brazen person!

In the next second, Kunikida Doppo slapped Osamu Dazai flying with his handbook: "It's a big problem!!"

After chatting for a while, I quickly got to the point. It seems that the members of the "Guild" have written a letter of challenge for the backbone of the Armed Detective Agency, but it has been a whole year since Edogawa Ranpo and Yosano Akiko set off. three hours.

Kunikida Doppo told the two of them what happened: "Although there are other things to deal with, Mr. Ranpo's side is more important. I hope you can go there."

So Gojo Satoru drove the car to the place on the invitation letter. It seemed to be a western building, but it didn't have the modernity that Yokohama had.

The two walked in, and what they finally saw was a wooden door. Gojo Satoru touched the surface of the door with his hands, and it seemed to be no different from ordinary doors, it was extremely smooth.

Withdrawing his hand, Gojo Satoru touched his chin again: "Are the detective and members of that organization inside?"

But with his six eyes behind the door, he only saw the flow of mana on one person.

Mazima blinked: "It seems that there is only one person listening to the sound of snorting."

Not only her breath, she could also clearly feel the flow of the mantra of the people in the room, the number of people is the easiest to distinguish.

Gojo Wu heard the words and suddenly turned his head to look at the orange-pink haired woman beside him: "Huh? Can Maqima hear snorting from such a distance?"

Although she had known for a long time that her hearing was not at the same level as that of humans, it seemed too scary to be able to hear the sound of snorting.

Can she still hear the sound of blood flowing in the human body?

The answer is yes.

Of course she can hear, but the premise is that she wants to hear, because her hearing is too good, so many messy sounds will be transmitted to her ears, and at this time Mazima will selectively transmit sounds to her ears, useless sounds will be filtered out directly.

But loud voices won't work, that's forcing voices into her mind.

Machima thought for a while and said, "It's okay, it's not very far."

And it's just through a door.

The next moment, Gojo Satoru pushed the door open, it was unlocked, and he opened it with almost no strength.

In front of the table in the room was a man sitting impressively, supporting his chin with both hands, in front of him was a book that glowed with golden light, his eyes were covered by dark hair, and a civet cat lay on his back.

Gojo Satoru looked around, and sure enough there were no figures of Edogawa Ranpo and Yosano Akiko, so he locked his eyes on the man in front of him again: "Oh, what organization are you a member of?"

The man asked, "Who are you?"

Gojo Satoru held his chin in doubt and said, "Isn't it the most basic courtesy to state your own name before asking someone else's name?"

The man's expression seemed a little surprised, but he recovered after a long time: "I see, is there such etiquette in Japan? Then I'll just do as the Romans do..."

Macchima: "..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

No, isn't this common sense that every country must have?Has he never been beaten?

After muttering by himself, the man began to introduce himself: "My name is Poe, so may I ask who you are?"

Gojo Satoru: "Well, this kind of thing doesn't matter, we are all enemies anyway."

Poe became puzzled: "? Didn't you tell me it was polite?"

Macchima: "..."

So don't believe what Wujo Wu says.

She saw the man with dark purple hair grit his teeth, picked up a hardcover book from the corner of the table and threw it at the feet of the two of them, and said, "Forget it, after all, we will never see each other again."

Gojo Satoru found something was wrong, picked up the book and flipped through it, and the pages of the book suddenly showed golden supernatural words, which was exactly the same as the appearance of the supernatural power user he had seen when using the supernatural power.

He also finally knew where Edogawa Ranpo and Yosano Akiko went, probably because they were sucked into the book.

Poe's faint voice came: "The background of the story is a snowy mountain village. A dead body was found behind the cold courtyard. The protagonist and his wife woke up from the snow and were involved in a terrible tragedy. During the murder..."

"Only by finding out the real criminal and killing him can we get out of the book, otherwise we will fall into endless reincarnation."

"It is very difficult for you who are not even detectives to tell the truth, but this is also my purpose—"

"—Goodbye, both of you."

With the disappearance of the supernatural text, the two of them were completely sucked into the book, and the hard book fell to the ground with the pages spread out.

Maqima only felt the world spinning for a while, and she fell into the icy snow. The biting wind and snow made her mind become extremely clear. In sharp contrast, the gentle touch attached to her waist was also infinitely overwhelmed. enlarge.

She turned her head slightly, and the white-haired man was lying on the dazzling white snow with one arm around her waist.

Snow fell on Gojo Satoru's head, and his white hair was mixed with the snow. For a moment, people couldn't tell where was his hair and where was the snow.

Two seconds later, the opponent's furry head moved, shaking off a large amount of snow on top of his head, then turned his head again, his azure blue eyes looked straight at Mazima.

Mazima also opened her eyes wide and said, "This seems to be the world in a book."

Gojo Satoru nodded with difficulty: "Oh, yes."

Probably because there was no sunglasses on the bridge of the nose, Gojo Satoru closed his eyes again not long after he opened them. It was tiring to look directly at things with the six eyes, and the eyes were covered with shiny white snow, which was visually unacceptable.

"Wu, can you put your hands down, I'm about to get up."

I don't know how long it took, it seemed to be a few seconds, or maybe a dozen seconds, Maqima's voice came from Gojo Satoru.

Wujo Gou pulled away his paw resentfully, and replied, "Oh."

Mazima got up, patted the snow on her body, and wrapped her coat around her body, but the wind and snow poured in from the collar again.

The cold will only make her feel clear-headed, and the dominating demon won't catch a cold easily, so she doesn't care.

Just as Machima took a few steps forward, she realized that Gojo Satoru, who had just been lying on the snow in a daze, had stood up, quickly took off her coat and wrapped it around her head.

The white-haired man helped her arrange her clothes and wrapped her up tightly: "Yo Xi, it won't be cold this way."

Maqima asked, "Are you not cold?"

Gojo Satoru sniffed, his nose was red from the cold, and said, "I can use the reversal technique, and if I catch a cold, it will be cured immediately."

Maqima stopped talking, and let the other party pull her here and there.

She obviously doesn't need it at all.

He pointed to the building in front of him: "The manor is probably ahead, and it should be a few steps away."

Gojo Satoru, who gave the overcoat to Machima, only had a thin fleece on his body at this time, and he knew that he had been blown through by the cold wind at a glance.

But the other party walked in front of her, blocking some wind and snow for her, and shaking off the snow accumulated on the top of her head from time to time.

After walking like this for nearly 10 minutes, the two of them finally walked into the building of the manor. Because of the sudden warming temperature, all the snow on the young man's body had now melted away, and he was completely wet.

As strong as Gojo Satoru, he still sneezed irresistibly after entering the room.

The lady at the front desk was wearing a Western European-style dress, with a smile on her face: "Guests, please follow me."

At the door of the room, the lady at the front desk handed the key to Gojo Satoru: "I wish you a happy day."

Turn around to leave.

Gojo Satoru looked at the key in his hand, and suddenly felt something was wrong, but couldn't tell.

Maqima stopped the woman who was about to leave: "Um...why is there only one room?"

The lady at the front desk frowned in embarrassment: "The two guests only booked a double room, aren't you husband and wife?"

……couple?

In this way, the background of the story seems to be like this. The protagonist and his wife wake up from the snow...

And Gojo Satoru is the protagonist, and she became his wife as a matter of course.

After thinking about it, Mazima nodded, "Sorry to bother you."

Gojo Satoru, of course, heard the conversation between the two, and before he had time to say anything, he sneezed again.

Machima turned her head quickly when she heard the voice: "Wu? Do you have a cold?"

Gojo Satoru was still covering his mouth. He had discovered from the very beginning that the infinity couldn't be used, and now the reversal technique couldn't be used either.

"I'm afraid it's... and I can't use any spells here, and I can't feel the presence of spell power."

When he first came here, it wasn't the fatigue brought by the six eyes at all, but pure visual fatigue. Now he can't even see the slightest magic power in these eyes.

Things are really... troublesome.

Blizzard Manor, episode one, day one.

Officially begin.