Vests are the ceiling of combat power

"Chapter 36 Into the Night"

Hitting and hitting, the curse spirit deformed and shrunk, and escaped along the sewer.

Without intelligence, and lacking the skills to control the enemy, such a curse spirit also knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages...?

If this is its technique and true strength, there is no need for Lisuo to set up a special situation.

"The other side didn't try their best."

The catfish in the birth field curled its tail.

"Or maybe it's just "lure" you guys to make a move.I didn't intend to kill you at all. "

So don't make a big resistance.

So quickly ran away.

As for why...

Cat Yashiki and Knotweed, who were chased to the end, went out and met with Snake Kumenko.Nekoyashiki followed them not too far away, finding clues bit by bit in his heart.

Then the bell rang, and the tingling and drowsiness came together.

"It's night."

A group of three people lost consciousness almost at the same time.

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Cat House Shiki Hanako was woken up by the knotweed.

Nekoyashiki, who was almost in a coma, woke up, propped up on the wooden floor and opened her right eye, the cardboard was already standing in front of her.

The dark red crayon quickly slid across the surface, and the scrawled and eye-catching handwriting made a silent announcement.

"Someone."

"In the bathroom just now."

"died."

A gentle breeze lifted the corners of the paper.

"It's cursed and filthy."

"The murderer was a conjurer."

This news was like a basin of cold water, directly waking up Nekoyashiki who was still in chaos.

Someone probably took this faction game seriously.

She leaned on the window sill to stand up, and let the knotweed lead her to see that in the innermost compartment, the female student wearing the uniform of the private Hundred Kao Academy was tied to the water pipe with a thin rope, and her abdomen was completely cut open. Cold and sticky blood dripped from the turned up flesh.

The cursed and filthy Nekoyashiki seen above by Knotweed is also very familiar, or too familiar.

That is her magic power.

"Ding dong dong dong, the body was found."

The broadcast that had been modified so that the original tone could not be heard rang in their ears again.

The snow-white magic tool on the wrist gradually became hot.It seems that there is an invisible thread pulling it, going in the same direction.

"Please gather in the conference room and have a meeting of good people."

Nekoyashiki looked at the knotweed who was still struggling with the magic tool and wanted to collect the corpse of a stranger no matter what, and sighed silently.

"Let's go first, Knotweed. There will always be time."

The boy who was an ordinary person not long ago lowered his head and let go of the hands that untied the corpse.He clenched his fists fiercely, almost bleeding.

Knotabagi Yuhito is a good guy without a doubt.

It's so good that when you see death, you will be sad, because you are parasitized by Su Nuo, so you take the spell as your responsibility.

He's a guy with more talent and heart than her.

Because of this, Knotweed Yuren is much easier to break than Nekoyashiki.

"Nekoyashiki, can I... trust you?"

Knotabagi Yuhito slowly raised his head, and stood there without moving.

"today is good."

Nekoyashiki turned his head and gave a gentle smile.

She probably knew why the super magic spirit deliberately lured her and the knotweed to make a move.

While walking, she quietly opened the buckle that locked the knife, and as expected, her hands were sticky.

Nekoyashiki gently wiped away the blood.

The door of the meeting room was open, and Nanami Jianren, Momokiki Rori and the vice president were already sitting inside.

"I've already visited the scene." The calm adult said.

"The deceased is the last survivor. The murder weapon used to kill her should be a short-edged knife. At the same time, magic power is used to assist, so that an open wound can be caused."

In other words, knotweed can actually do it too.

It's just that he never uses a knife, and he is not a child who can kill.

Nanami Kento's eyes locked on the former curse master, Nekoya Shiki Hanako.

"Cat Yashiki-san, can you take out your usual spring knife and have a look?"

A sneer appeared almost uncontrollably on Hanako's lips.

She fumbled into her backpack and was about to pull out the knife that she had handled——

Only to find that the place where it should have been lying was empty.