Big guys are my vests

Teenage redhead killer sits in secret safe house.

The room was dim and the lights were not turned on. A small window was opened above, and faint light came in, separating two worlds from the hustle and bustle outside.

A layer of silk cloth was laid on the simple wooden bed, and the parts disassembled from the wooden warehouse were neatly stacked on it.

He carefully wiped each part with a silk cloth, and then evenly applied a layer of protective oil.

The last step is to test the chamber loaded and fired.

boom!

The old man made a voice that was familiar to young people.

He put away his guns, sat quietly by the bed for a while, and after two or three seconds, he got up and turned on a small desk lamp at the corner of the table.

The light was so weak that it could only illuminate half of the long table.

He took out a novel that was under the lamp, a third-rate detective novel that had been published for more than a few years.

The book was bought on the recommendation of the bookstore owner when he passed through Tokyo once he completed a mission.

Before sitting down, he raised his cuffs and looked at his watch. It was five minutes to nineteen, and it was not yet the time agreed with the intermediary.

The assassination target this time is different from the past, it is a supernatural human being other than a person with supernatural powers.Target is in school, an unrated conjurer.

The intermediary provided a special bullet, and there was only one bullet, which meant that there was no chance of missing the phone.

It's no different for him, just complete the mission as usual.Without thinking too much, the boy opened the title page of the novel.

[Three weeks, seven people, dead bodies. 】

The consistent beginning of detective novels-serial murders.

"Ordinary citizens continue to die suddenly?" Xia Youjie sat in the back seat, reading the mission description.

The three of them were not accompanied by auxiliary supervisors, and they were even picked up by the Wutiao Patriarch himself.

Something wrong.

Xia Youjie glanced at the masked man.

The high-ranking head of the Yusan family went to a special school to be a teacher. He refused to show his face and had a bad personality. That's all.

However, under the merciless "suppression" of Yuejian Lisu, the level of physical skills of the three... can be regarded as underestimating by describing it as rapid progress.

monster.Xia Youjie sighed softly as he thought of the experience of several combat lessons.

Tsukimi Ritsu made him unable to even imagine the failure of the other party.

The co-pilot, Gojo Satoru, had a cold face, counting the passing trees in boredom.

Looking at the sky and the earth just doesn't want to tilt his head in the direction of his side, he doesn't know what kind of temper he is having.

"No one wants to complain about why they drive a Bugatti Veyron? If I remember correctly, we are just going to perform the mission." Jia Ruozi raised his forehead.

Forget about these two five surnames, you should at least have some doubts.

She glanced at Xia Youjie.

No, I don't want to take over the Tucao job for the time being.

Xia Youjie pretended to turn a blind eye to her gaze, and solemnly read a short introduction several times.

"It's rare to use an ordinary means of transportation, and the teacher wants to be a bit prestige~" Tsukimi Riko clasped his fingertips on the steering wheel, beating time after time.

Xia Youjie curled his lips when he heard the words, Wutiao's nemesis can only be Wutiao, and one sentence easily hit someone's pain point - his friend has not yet mastered teleportation.

His eyes slid across Wutiao Wu's white hair that was curled up.

Gojo Satoru has been feeling a little bit wrong lately, holding back his energy during training, and it's frighteningly fierce.

Sure enough, it was the same this time.Gojo Satoru twitched the corner of his mouth downwards, but didn't speak.

Developing the spell is not that simple, but he has a clue.Teleportation, that is, compressing the space between two coordinates, like a magnet.

He has a rough outline, but there is still a thin layer of sandpaper between him and the answer.

"Serial killers are not within the scope of the conjurer's responsibility?" Jia Ruozi pulled everyone's focus back.

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"The earliest case dates back to three months ago, one in the first two months, and five in this month." Xia Youjie frowned, his tone hesitant.

"Sounds normal?" Gojo Satoru asked.

Jia Ruozi leaned over to take a look, and then opened his eyes wide: "No, five people died at the same time, the state of death... the record on it seems to have been twisted by someone alive."

The photos were too bloody, so they mosaiced their version.

However, the bloody patches couldn't stop the tragedy of the deceased. Coupled with the written description, it seemed that the scene of the crime was right in front of us.

"Yokohama... the gathering place of supernatural beings all over the country, haven't the authorities investigated high-risk supernatural beings?" As one of the cores of the magic world, the Gotiao Family, under the influence of what we've heard and seen, Gojo Satoru has a more detailed understanding of the distribution of various forces.

"Well, it's not a single known supernatural being recorded in the record." Jia Ruozi flipped to the back of the record.

"The Ability and Secret Service Division wants us to confirm whether it is the work of a curse spirit. After all, it is out of the ordinary category." Xia Youjie added.

"The task really only ends at the judgment step, so I leave it to you first-year students." Tsukimi Ritsuto didn't interrupt their discussion.

Wujo Gojo finished the second half of the sentence smoothly for him, "But?"

After speaking, he pursed his lips angrily.

Tsukimi Ritsu raised the corners of her lips: "It would be overkill to go home after solving the puzzle at the beginning, what is your wish?"

"I believe that even if you meet the first level, you won't be unable to solve it." His ending voice rose slightly.

There was a second of silence in the car, and the atmosphere instantly became high.

There is no faster avenue of progress than in personal combat.

The reception in Yokohama was quite formal.

Seeing the sign standing on the front of the car, the staff of the Supernatural Secret Service Division couldn't help twitching their mouths, and when they saw Tsukimi Ritsuto get down, they changed their expressions.

"Mr. Wutiao." He stepped forward and said enthusiastically.

The turmoil in the magic world had little impact on Yokohama, and it did not prevent them from recording the new Patriarch.

Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows when he heard the address, and glanced at Yuejian Risu, who was rarely seen in a serious social manner.

Sure enough, the outside world recognized him more as a teacher than a teacher.

"The corpse is inside. The scene has been sealed off for the first time. Everyone, please go this way." The staff led them in.

"Miss Jiajin, are you sure you want to go in?" He asked late, the scene inside was not very good.

Tsukimi Risu glanced at him lightly, "Glass is the only doctor."

Even if everyone was mentally prepared, their faces turned pale when they saw the scene of blood and flesh flying in the room for the first time.

The young man was twisted several times abruptly, as if someone twisted him like a hemp rope from both ends.

The spine broke at a strange angle, and the blood flowed from the floor to the ceiling. It was obvious at a glance that it was impossible for ordinary people to commit the crime.

"There are indeed filth in the corpse..." Gojo Satoru frowned.

The six eyes clearly feed back all the information, and the filth emanates from the corpse, not on the outside, and only a little bit, which is very rare.

"There are no rooms and corridors, is it a curse?" The housekeeper retreated to the door, and glanced sideways at the corridor leading to the only room.

She didn't notice the breath of the curse spirit, but she believed in Gojo Satoru's judgment.

"There are too few filths. It would be unreasonable if it was a long-range curse." Xia Youjie's face was serious, and the matter was far more complicated than they imagined.

Ritsu Tsukimi stared at the dead body in the middle of the room. When he first entered the room, he faintly felt a sense of familiarity, but it only lasted for a moment, and it disappeared before he could catch it.

The curse aside, though.

He glanced at Xia Youjie who was leaning against the window, blocking the outside view, exposing all his weaknesses, a perfectly suitable sniper position.

He was sure that the killer was always ready to strike, but he didn't notice a trace of murderous intent.

It seems that Kong Shiyu contacted a remarkable person.

Tsukimi Ritsu narrowed his eyes, secretly vigilant.

If it was him, three seconds would be the best time to do it - Jiarui Nitzi was standing by the door, and Wujo Wu, the most difficult to deal with, was a long way from the target, squatting beside the corpse, thinking about something.

And his eyes are slightly closed, like a fugue.

Outside the window, a bird glides past at low altitude, about to open its beak and scream.

It's now!

The red-haired killer crouched in a room across the street and pulled the trigger.

The bullets whizzed out from the muzzle of the suppressed gun, and the boy's back suddenly felt cold.

In the scope, in the corner of the room, the white-haired man wearing a black mask seemed to tilt his head slightly in his direction.

The killer is the most taboo to hesitate. If the best time is missed, it may never happen again. As experienced as he is, he will naturally not make low-level mistakes.

Before the bullet flew out of the barrel, his hand holding the gun was still steady.

But he knew he couldn't stay in the room any longer.

The boy immediately packed up his weapons, disguised himself into the crowd, and left the building through a secret passage.

In Tsukimi Ritsu's vision, he clearly saw that the bullet broke through the window, and the glass shattered in response.

Shiratori's shrill cry overwhelmed the sound of the bullet being ejected, and the three of them noticed something, but the bullet was only a few centimeters away from the back of Xia Youjie's head.

He unconsciously lowered his eyebrows, which was wrong.

Yuejian Risu foresaw that Xia Youjie rarely came into contact with assassinations, so he might not react in time for the first time, but Gojo Satoru shouldn't. He was the target of countless killers since childhood, and he was no exception until his arrival.

Solving a batch of killers every once in a while has become Gojo Satoru's regular program.

Although the plan was good, Yuejian Lisu forgot to catch his own killing intent, not others.

Not to mention that the 15-year-old Gojo Satoru is not someone who subconsciously takes care of others.

Moreover, Gojo Satoru's mind is full of his figure curled up on the sofa that day, and he can't get rid of it.

As dazzling as Tsukimi Ritou was in the battle, his pale face and slightly frowning brows were just as fragile.

Damn, that guy's injury isn't getting better at all.

Gojo Satoru once again felt powerless, he couldn't do anything, the other party would rather lie on the cold sofa than tell him what kind of enemy he was facing.

He was excluded by Tsukimi Ritsu.

Crouching in front of the dead body, Gojo Satoru had many thoughts flashing through his mind, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

He believed in Xia Youjie's strength, so naturally he didn't expect to save money.

By the time the first piece of glass hit the ground, it was too late.

Gojo Wu's heartbeat stopped for a beat, and in an instant, he formed a shield with mana power to block behind Xia Youjie.

However, the six eyes caught the bullet breaking through the magic power, as if entering the land of no one.

What else can he do if the spell fails?Gojo Satoru's mind went blank for a moment.

Similarly, Xia Youjie's barrier approached success.But he didn't know that it was not an ordinary bullet.

Jia Ruozi raised his head, watching helplessly that the bullet was about to sink into the back of his companion's head.

Her pupils constricted, no, no!

At the critical moment, Tsukimi Ritsu, as he promised himself, was the last line of defense.

In a matter of milliseconds, Xia Youjie's line of sight was suddenly occupied by Yue Jian Risu. The well-cut black soft mask fit tightly against his sharp jawline, and his white half-long hair fell across Xia Youjie's nose.

He heard the man's arteries throbbing vigorously, once and twice.Immediately Xia Youjie realized that the bullet in the back of his head was pinched by his teacher with his bare hands.

As long as he tilted his head slightly, he would bump into the side of the opponent's neck.

Tsukimi Ritsu stared closely at the gap in a certain window opposite, and the face of the red-haired killer flashed past.

A pleasant surprise, he thought.

Kong Shiyu actually contacted Oda Sakunosuke.