kill a detective

Gojo Satoru sat in the passenger seat. It seemed that the space in the car specially designed for women was a little narrow, and he had to shrink his long legs.

"Sorry, Mr. Gojo, the car is a bit small, but you can get off soon, please persevere - the destination is the Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic, right?"

The woman's interrogative sentence was full of distrust of the school, but she started the car anyway.

It will evolve into this situation from 10 minutes ago.

Gojo Satoru received the task, and a level 1 curse spirit was observed in a nearby cemetery, and he was ordered to deal with it.No ordinary people have been victimized so far. He planned to treat this incident as a dessert after dinner, but he was stopped by a female voice suddenly when he entered the forest.

The occurrence of this situation itself has a big difference.As the owner of the six eyes, no one can be so close to him without being discovered, unless the person does not have a trace of magic power in his body, and has heaven and curse like a certain man.

The sunlight at the top of the tree was dazzling, and the woman fell to the ground lightly as if she was nothing at the height.Only then did Gojo Satoru see her face clearly.

The woman looked 21 or [-] years old, wearing a light blue long-sleeved dress, her black hair was braided loosely, hanging casually on one side, her eyes were black and shiny, as if the irises and pupils were both black. Against the sickly pale complexion, it looks like a doll that has gained life, with a strange sense of stiffness at the boundary between life and death.

There is a very powerful magic power in her body - so abundant that Gojo Satoru is surprised.Such a genius has not been tricked into the school of conjuration, and this class of conjurers really is not good enough.

"I can't go any further." The unidentified woman seemed kind-hearted, and gently warned him of the danger ahead.

Gojo Satoru didn't get angry even though he seemed to be regarded as a blind person.

To be precise, not only was he not angry, but he happily patted in front of his eyes: "Huh? Did I run into the mountains? It's too bad, how sad my lovely student can't find me! "

The woman grabbed his waving hand, the soft fingertips were as cold as ice. "Don't worry, if you remember the address, I can take you back."

"Really? Then please~"

On the way down the mountain, she kept holding him carefully.Gojo Satoru always had the feeling that she seemed to be as patient as a suicidal patient, always on guard against him jumping off the cliff if things went wrong.

This is more interesting than expelling curse spirits.In the mountains and forests, I met a beautiful woman who was alone, possessing mysterious and powerful powers, and——

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a human being, but you can vaguely smell the breath of the curse spirit.

This is why Gojo Satoru chose to let go of the level 1 curse spirit first and leave with the woman.It was necessary for him to find out what was going on with her.

The two exchanged names on the way, and the woman said to him, "My name is Ming."

"What about the last name?"

"Hmm... Dazai. Dazai Ming."

Dazai Ming.Probably a fake name.

On the way to Tokyo High School, Gojo Satoru continued to insinuate: "Why is Xiao Ming there? Isn't a girl afraid of danger?"

He looked at the expression on the woman's face reflected in the rearview mirror of the car, relying on the fact that he is now "blind", he observed wantonly.

Kaoru Nishikujo frowned slightly - she didn't like such a familiar title, it reminded her of a certain ex-boyfriend.However, she did not express dissatisfaction with this, knowing that the other party could not see, she still quickly adjusted her expression and smiled comfortably.She feels that smiling when meeting someone can convey happiness.This point coincides with the Tujian brothers and sisters.

"I'm just passing there, stopping for a rest, nothing else to do. Where's Mr. Gojo?"

"There is a cemetery nearby. Those who want to go to the cemetery will run away without knowing it."

That goes far enough.

"In that cemetery, is Mr. Wujo's important person also living?" Wujo Wu noticed that she used the word "ye".

"No, it was just entrusted by others. So, Xiao Ming just went to the cemetery to pay respects to... an old friend?"

"It's father." Said Nishikujo Kaoru.She seemed to feel vague gazes on her body, and turned her head to see that the white-haired man was still wearing a black blindfold, and his head was resting on the small pillow at the top of the seat.It seemed like he was about to fall asleep.

It's an illusion.

But he is really defenseless... You know, there is a monster sitting beside him.The kind of monster that could eat him in one bite.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Magic and Magic.The school is located in the depths of the mountains and forests. It is a very majestic ancient style building complex, under the shade of rustling trees, with red walls and green tiles, so majestic and majestic.

It is completely different from the poor architectural style that Kaoru Nishi Kujo imagined, it is simply too grand.

Obviously the name is really suspicious, like an organization that specializes in brainwashing people, but the entity turned out to be unbelievably formal.

"I haven't officially introduced you to Xiaoxun yet, but I'm a regular people's teacher in this school!" As if he heard her voice, the man touched from his bosom, took out a teacher qualification certificate, and opened it.

"Ah, oh, sorry, sorry."

By the way, what does this school teach... Spells... Could it be that... Isn't there that?

A picture appeared in my mind: Mr. Wutiao in black, wearing black sunglasses, set up a stall under the overpass, with a flag hanging beside him, and wrote: Le Tian knows his fate, so don't worry, or just ask for divination and fortune-telling - don't Said, just looking at Mr. Gojo's hair color, it really feels like an outsider.

There should be many rich women looking for him.feel.

Perhaps this school is a place for disabled people to learn special skills, so the name is so strange, and it is so remote.It's amazing.

Mr. Wujo, as a teacher, is a model of physical disability and determination, which is admirable.

"Our school's teaching quality is very high, Xiao Ming, do you want to think about it? We will cover all the food, clothing, housing and transportation~" Gojo Satoru suddenly lowered his head and leaned into Nishi Kujo Kaoru's ear and said.He was tall, and Kaoru Nishikujo only reached his chest, and he had to half-bend to speak.

In the distance of breathing and smelling, the woman's chaotic and dark eyes are like an inorganic black gemstone wrapped in a butterfly with broken wings, or like a deep forest swamp without boundaries, swallowing up the endless moonlight.

What beautiful eyes—he couldn't help but sigh.

Kaoru Nishikujo was not used to being so close to people, so he hurriedly took two steps back, waved his hands again and again, suddenly remembered that the man couldn't see, and said loudly: "Thank you, but I graduated a long time ago, so the school will forget it--but there will be others in the future." Opportunities will support your business!"

It would be great if I could calculate the marriage for her—it is very interesting. In the long time to come, will there be any new peach blossoms waiting for her?

Business?what business?Wutiaowu tilted his head in doubt, but that didn't prevent him from hitting the snake with the stick. "In that case, let's exchange contact information~"

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Kaoru Nishikujo turned on the phone, entered the number, and noted: Gojo-san, the light of the rich woman.

After exchanging contact information, Kaoru Nishikujo sat back in the car, stuck his head out the window and waved: "Goodbye, Mr. Gojo."

Then the car started slowly and drove in the direction it came from.

Gojo Satoru, who watched her leave, lightly lifted the blindfold, a pair of pale blue pupils covered with white mist reflected a strange and beautiful brilliance in the sunlight.

"It seems that things have become interesting—" he said happily, turned around and used teleportation to rush back to the forest before the woman.

……

The car stopped by the side of the road, Toru Amuro hesitated whether to continue walking.The afternoon sun was still hot, and after standing for a while, a thin layer of sweat was already oozing from my forehead.A white butterfly passed by, chasing the small flowers of different colors along the way and flying away.

Further on is Xiaoxun's home.

About six years ago, Xiao Xun led him along the same road.The tension at that time seemed to come back to him with the recovery of memory, he lowered his eyes and smiled, unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip of water.

That little fool thought he was really not nervous.

How can you not be nervous?He was afraid that he might not do well, and his parents would not give him the apple of his eye.The fear, worry, confusion, and pretending to be calm at that time are vivid in my mind.

If it is the current self, maybe it will be more calm.He couldn't help thinking that.

"zero?"

Toru Amuro was taken aback by the sudden yell, and turned around to see a woman standing not far behind with a vegetable basket.A look of surprise mixed with joy.

"It's really you! I thought I was wrong, but it seems that I'm not too old to be cured."

That woman is one of the protagonists of the memories, Kaoru Nishikujo's mother, Keiko Nishikujo.Although she is over fifty years old, Ms. Keiko is still very beautiful, as if the vicissitudes woven by the years have just turned into a misty veil, covering her with a bit of hazy tenderness.

She took a few steps forward, smiled and said, "Good afternoon, Zero."

"Auntie, hello, good afternoon." The sudden encounter disrupted Amuro Toru's position, and he rarely showed embarrassment.

He had only met him a few times, but he didn't expect Keiko Nishikujo to still recognize him.

For Toru Amuro, who is undercover, this is very dangerous.

"Since you're here, why don't you sit at home."

But facing Keiko Nishikujo's invitation, he found himself unable to express his refusal.

"Let's have some tea first—" The servant brought the black tea and then backed away. In the dense tea fragrance, Amuro Toru was sitting upright on the sofa, his nerves were more tense than facing the gin.

Keiko Nishikujo was chatting with him one sentence at a time, and at the same time she was digging through the drawers of the locker, as if she was looking for something.He muttered in a low voice, "Strange, where did you put it?"

Amuro took a sip of tea, and tentatively said, "Are you looking for potions and band-aids?"

"It was guessed out, Zero is still so powerful."

"On the way back, I noticed that you walked a little awkwardly. I was wondering if your shoes were rubbing your feet. When you entered the door to change your shoes, I saw the blood stains on your heels. As for the medicine, I saw that it seemed to be on the TV. In the little box on the cabinet."

"Really." Keiko Nishikujo said, and took out hydrogen peroxide, povidone iodine and medical cotton swabs from the small transparent box on the TV cabinet. "What about the Band-Aid?" she asked Amuro naturally, as if he was also a member of the family.

Toru Amuro hesitated, and his gaze drifted to the stairs leading to the second floor.

"...I'm sorry, I just remember where Xiaoxun used to put the band-aids."

"Then let's go and take it out together." Keiko Nishikujo seemed to regard this as an adventure game.

Toru Amuro thought of the news he asked Kazama Yuya to find out.The letter that could not be delivered, Xiaoxun who left the apartment, Xiaoxun who was running around, and finally Xiaoxun who never heard from... During the five years he did not participate, it turned out that she did not live in the place he imagined. Parents, but after disappearing one day, he never disappeared again.

Kaoru Nishikujo, who loves her parents so much, what happened that made her leave without saying goodbye, and even didn't show up for her father's funeral?

For the five years that are blank for each other, where is she?

Tormented by this question, I drove here without knowing it.Following Keiko Nishikujo up the steps step by step, in the dull echo, Toru Amuro kept circling this question in his mind.

Where the hell is she?