The white unicorn just wants to raise the barren god

When Shibusawa Tatsuhiko put it under the water intentionally or unintentionally, Tsukamoto Rei broke into his dream world.

Some people say that dreams are the truest reflection of a person's heart.

No matter how much scientific basis this statement has, Tsukamoto Rei believes in it.

Half of Tsukamoto Zero's separated consciousness entered Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's dream.

As soon as he entered Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's dream, Tsukamoto Rei frowned.

There was a lot of fog.

Thick fog filled the air, and the visibility was less than one meter. Only the mottled road underfoot was faintly visible. Even Rei Tsukamoto, who was good at playing tricks in his dreams, couldn't tell where it was for a while.

Considering the stalemate in the battle situation on the other side, Tsukamoto Rei, who was determined to kill this target to recover from his injuries, did not delay any longer. He followed the mark left before and rushed straight to the target location.

He rushed into the fog.

He also saw the existence hidden behind the fog.

That existence is called reality.

With just one glance, he couldn't describe what he saw, nor could he recall what he saw. The price of seeing that glance fell on him.

Severe pain spread from his eyes, stirred his brain, crushed his body, and tore his soul. No amount of terrible punishment in the world was as painful as what he was enduring right now.

Tsukamoto Zero instinctively activated the spell, running away or running away!

What kind of new prey and what don't give up the gift marked before are all nonsense!

Survival is the most primitive instinct of every human being.

On his body, the blue magic power burned wildly, and he desperately activated the spell, trying to get out of this terrible dream.

However, no matter how he struggled, everything was in vain.

The despair that creeps in the soul declares the end.

How can a bug stuck on a spider web escape?

Ahhhhh-! !

Tsukamoto Zero opened his mouth wide, but under the extreme fear and pain, he couldn't make a sound.

At the end of his consciousness, he saw the woman in the faceless top hat who was fighting with him just now for Kudo Shinichi, like another bug stuck on a spider web, the more she struggled, the more powerless she became, her body twisted and deformed, and the edges began to blur His body was like a piece of water-soaked paper, glued together.

Something was breaking out of his body.

His life, his strength!

Tsukamoto Zero struggled desperately. After an unknown amount of time, he closed his eyes in pain and reluctance, and lowered his head.

he died.

The long Ling Chi in the dream is but a moment in reality.

Nakahara Nakaya stared at Shibusawa Ryuhiko with a serious face, and just about to count silently, he saw the white-haired and red-eyed young man blinking his eyes, and there was a clear and bright look in his eyes.

"How?" Zhong Yuanzhong also asked a little nervously.

"Very good?" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko blinked hesitantly, dream, of course he wants to fight the enemy with what he is best at, the arrangement of the fog area in "Tatsuhiko Between".

Although "Long Yanjian" can't deal with the conjurer, it's a dream there, and there is everything in the dream.

I thought there would be a vigorous killing, but I never expected that Tsukamoto Rei seemed to kneel in front of the treasure pavilion of "Longyan no Zou" in his dream.

The power kneeling together seems to be the New World Gallery mentioned in the diary, right?

As for the Shinsekai Gallery, Shibusawa Ryuhiko guessed that it should be "weird" in eight to nine out of ten.

There are three kinds of supernatural existence, the curse spirit is born from the negative emotions of human beings, the wraith spirit is transformed from the human soul, and the strangeness is a special space, and no one knows its source.It may be a house, it may be a telephone booth, with its own special power and rules, constantly luring life to be swallowed here, and it can change places from time to time.

Compared with the cursed spirits and wraiths that can be exorcised in large numbers, strangeness is the rarest and most difficult. In the known history of Yin and Yang Dao in the magic world, there is no example of strangeness being exorcised and purified.

And now...

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko put down his phone, he opened his arms, turned Nakahara Nakaya around, and said, "I'm really fine, the other party's hypnosis has no effect at all."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared wide-eyed, then looked at the mobile phone with a blind tone of "beep beep", hesitantly said: "Really?"

Even with the crystallization of spiritual powers as a means of defense, Shibusawa Ryuhiko's reaction was too easy.

"Really." Shibusawa Ryuhiko grinned, he quickly took Nakahara Chuya's hand, and said solemnly: "There is Chuya in the world, how could I want to leave."

"Heh." Nakahara was not at all moved by the other party's sweet words, he withdrew his hand, and gave Shibusawa Tatsuhiko a brain-bump with his knuckles, and hummed: "I haven't said you yet, making up nonsense It's a good job."

"True and false are mixed together to appear real." Shibusawa Ryuhiko covered his forehead as if he was wronged, but a trace of helplessness flashed in his red eyes. As for which ones were true and which ones were false, although he really wanted to say to Nakahara Nakaya This is clear, but he is afraid of scaring Chuuya away.

After a pause, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko seemed to ask casually: "But, Chuya, to be honest, who do you like more, Hanao or I?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

As a primary school student, you have to fight over who is your best friend.

But seeing Shibusawa Ryuhiko watching eagerly, he would not give up until he got the answer, and if he got an unsatisfactory answer, he would go crazy, Nakahara said helplessly: "You, you, you, I like you the most, it's okay."

[You, you, I like you the most, let's go. 】

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko pressed the play button of the phone's built-in recording device, grinned, and said decisively, "Okay!"

"Aren't you childish?" Nakahara Chuya almost jumped up, Shibusawa Ryuhiko actually recorded his words, which is too shameful.

"It's not a question of childishness or not." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko held up his phone as a sign of piety, "This is Chuya-chan's sincere confession to me, so what if I don't keep it well."

Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed his fist: "I think your mental state is very good."

Desperate, depressed, wanting to commit suicide?

Huh, maybe not at all.

"Hmm." Shibusawa Ryuhiko said with a smile, "I've said that Yuchu is here, I'm doing great."

"I'm going to pack my things."

Nakahara Chuya turned around and left, heh, today he won't bother with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko about this trivial matter, tomorrow morning when he practices taijutsu, all accounts will be settled together.

Nakahara Chuya's little thoughts were all on his face, which made Shibusawa Ryuhiko lament for tomorrow's self for two seconds, and then he turned his palm, and a blue rhombus crystal appeared in his palm.

"Let's call it a spell crystal."

That's right, this blue crystal is not a supernatural crystal that suddenly changed its color. Its source is not a supernatural being, but a conjurer.

It is the result of the spell "Dream of Death" by the sorcerer Tsukamoto Rei.

Maybe it’s a professional misnomer. The fog zone in “Dragon Yan” cannot separate the conjurer’s spells. If a conjurer strays into the fog zone, they will be sent to that time-stopped place just like ordinary people. space until he unlocked "Longyan Between".

The same is true for mantras.

To Shibusawa Ryuhiko, the division of "Ryuhiko" is quite rough, and the distinction is between people with abilities and people without abilities.

Now, after a battle in the dream that ended before he had time to fight, "Long Yanjian" actually brought him a spell crystal separated from the magician's body... Is it because the opponent's spell is special, or Because their battlefield is in a dream, and the dream is omnipotent, so his "Longyan Between" can even separate the spells of the conjurer?

It can't be that his "Longyan" suddenly evolved, right?

But he didn't feel it.

There is also the possibly weird New World Gallery, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko really felt that his "Tatsuhiko no Ma" used Tsukamoto Zero as the medium to crush the other party, but there was no spoils of war, he did not Determine whether the other party has completely kneeled or cut off the tail and escaped.

However, compared to the rare weirdness, the fact that "Long Yanjian" suddenly showed power against the magician is more important.

"Let's go back and find a magician to test it out, um, there are also magic spirits."

If even the magic formula of the curse spirit can be separated, when meeting Hua Yu again, hey!

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko casually threw the first spell crystal separated from "Tatsuhiko Noma" into the Treasure Pavilion.

busy now.

Busy preparing for the festival.

Wait, did he forget something?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

***

At this very moment, the Shinsegae Gallery located at 52 Nishiri Shiomiyacho, Sanjo-dori Nishitoin, Kyoto City is collapsing.

When the consciousness was barely recovered, Kudo Shinichi felt a jolt under his body, his eyes were blurred, his head seemed to be stabbed with a knife and stirred back and forth, the pain was splitting, only the familiar fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

"Xiao Lan..."

Kudo Shinichi thought his voice was very loud, but in fact, his voice was extremely weak. If it wasn't for being close, Mao Lilan could hardly hear his voice.

Mao Lilan's eye sockets turned red all of a sudden, she bit her lip hard, and shouted out of breath.

"Shinichi Kudo, you bastard!!!"

Kudo Shinichi was completely awake.

Surrounded by cracked and collapsed walls, the ceiling was crackling and falling wood, thick black blood poured out from the cracked and collapsed walls, and the stench of corpses rushed in, while he was softening his hands and feet, being beaten by his own family. The bravest and most reliable Ome Maurilan ran towards the exit in front of the gallery with his back on his back.

Kudo Shinichi didn't tell Xiaolan to put him down and run for his life, because he knew that Mao Lilan could not agree, and such an argument would waste Mao Lilan's energy.Moreover, his body is weak now, and his head hurts one after another. If there is no Mao Lilan, let alone running, I am afraid that he will not even be able to stand firmly.

He can only try not to add unnecessary burdens to Mao Lilan.

Finally, before the building completely collapsed, Mao Lilan rushed out with Kudo Shinichi on his back, and fell down the street together.

"E, escaped." Mao Lilan took a breath, and quickly checked the situation of Kudo Shinichi.When she rushed to the gallery, Kudo Shinichi was the only one in the entire gallery, and he didn't know who did it. Half of his body was embedded in the wall, as if he was half buried alive.

Mao Lilan was so frightened that she rushed over to rescue Kudo Shinichi.

The person was unconscious and couldn't wake up, but there was no trauma, maybe it was the effect of drugs?

Mao Lilan didn't dare to delay, so she quickly picked up the person on her back, and when she was about to run out, the marble floor under her feet shook, and then there was an earthquake scene where the walls cracked and the ceiling fell.

Fortunately, really fortunately, she successfully rescued Kudo Shinichi.

At this time, the three-story building of New World Gallery had completely collapsed.

This three-storey building sandwiched between a coffee shop and a company club was originally silver and white, full of a sense of new-age technology, but the ruins after the collapse showed a sense of defeat as if it had been abandoned for decades.

The merchants and passers-by on the street approached one after another, exclaiming in surprise.

"What's the matter? What's going on?!"

"Look, it's blood!"

"Ah, it's a corpse, it's a corpse."

5 minutes later, the police car roared up.

When the police took over the scene and conducted an investigation, Mao Lilan had already pulled Kudo Shinichi into an ambulance, went straight to the hospital, and gave Kudo Shinichi a full set of examinations.

There is no drug residue, and there is no problem with the body, but the reason why Kudo Shinichi continues to have headaches cannot be found out.

The police quickly sent someone to record the statement.

Mao Lilan did not hide anything, and explained clearly how he found out that Kudo Shinichi was missing again, and how he judged that he sneaked into the crime scene alone and rushed to rescue Zhuma, which was very general.

Kudo Shinichi touched his nose guiltily, and after the police officer responsible for recording the statement left, he dialed the number of police officer Wakamiya and said quickly: "Tsukamoto Rei, the address is Xinshan Complex, No. 81, Takedacho, Fushimi District. Room 507 in the apartment, he is the zero who has been inducing others to commit suicide through the phone."

Officer Wakamiya's breathing became obviously heavy. When they were struggling to investigate and had no clues, it sounded unreal to suddenly send such a clear clue.But it was Kudo Shinichi who made the call. Although he was disgusted with detectives intervening in the police case, Kudo Shinichi would not use this kind of news to trick the police.

"How do you know?" Wakamiya police officer asked in a deep voice.

"I... I called Zero before." Kudo Shinichi hesitated for a while, and said the reason.

It can't be said that there are some more memory fragments in his head suddenly, the protagonist is that Tsukamoto Rei, and the name and address are collected and organized by him from those memory fragments, right?

Hypnotized, it's amazing.

Police officer Wakamiya interpreted it as Kudo Shinichi confronting the zero routine against the danger of the other party's hypnosis, and coupled with reasoning, he dug out the other party's true identity.In order to prevent the suspect Tsukamoto Zero from escaping in advance, the police set off quickly.

Putting down the phone, under Mao Lilan's threatening eyes, Kudo Shin shrugged his shoulders and explained carefully: "I just entered that gallery and found myself hypnotized, so I just called that number and asked The owner of the gallery has a hypnotic competition with Linglai..."

"New One!"

Mao Lilan roared again because of the bamboo horse's recklessness.

Although Mao Lilan was very angry, because of Kudo Shinichi's recklessness, two major cases under the pressure of the Kyoto police were solved.

One of them is naturally the phone-induced suicide case, and the suspect has been identified as Tsukamoto Rei.

Although I don’t know how he, a 35-year-old ordinary person who has not yet married and has not received higher education and has been engaged in physical labor, suddenly comprehended a set of hypnosis techniques that even professional psychologists can crush, and even embarked on the journey of inducing others to commit suicide. There is no way back, but after the police search and Tsukamoto Rei's mobile phone and diary as evidence, he is indeed that Rei.

Ironically, when the police broke in, Tsukamoto Rei was found dead on the bed, committing suicide by cutting his throat, still holding the mobile phone that was one of the key evidences.

Kudo Shinichi suspects that this is the result of Tsukamoto Zero's failed hypnotic confrontation with the owner of the gallery.

The second is the disappearance of Kudo Shinichi's classmate Kazuo Ando.

In the ruins of the New World Gallery, the police unearthed a total of 130 corpses. To the police's shock, these corpses were very fresh, and each of them died within seven days. One of them was the missing Kazuo Ando.

This case is far more vicious than the previous phone-induced suicide cases.

The police are almost stunned by the dug up corpses. Within seven days, Kazuo Ando was the only missing person reported in Kyoto. How come there are so many fresh corpses? Who are these? What happened to that gallery? What happened, so many people were killed under the noses of the Kyoto police.

Worst of all, the gallery owner, who most likely caused so many deaths, escaped!

Kudo Shinichi had met the gallery owner, but he was under hypnosis and plotted against him, so he could only tell about the person's clothes, but he couldn't describe the other person's facial features at all.

The police carefully investigated and questioned the residents of the merchants on the street where the gallery is located, hoping to dig out some clues from them.

Only after this inquiry did I discover that the three-story building where the gallery was located had been vacant for more than ten years, until seven days ago, it was cleaned up and an art exhibition was held there.

The owner of the gallery behaved indifferently and had no intention of visiting the neighbors at all, so none of them knew the owner of the gallery.Some people wanted to enter the art exhibition, but they were forbidden to enter without a ticket.

The very few people who have met the owner of the gallery can't remember what she looks like, only remember that she is an elegant and indifferent woman.

The helpless police continued to investigate and finally found something wrong.

Among the bodies they found familiar faces, people who had been reported missing in the police system.The time period of their disappearance ranged from ten years ago to seven days ago, and their disappearance locations were all over the country.

Realizing that the case might have a supernatural connection, police officers notified the Superintendent of Conjuration.

The Director of Conjuration quickly intervened in the case.

That afternoon, an urgent mission was sent to the Tokyo Conjuration High School, and the DK duo was rushed to Kyoto again by helicopter. The classmate who was in Nitro escaped once because the wounded were being treated in the infirmary.

"Wow, do all those rotten oranges eat rice?" Gojo Satoru said very clearly with a lollipop in his mouth, "I really don't want to go, Jie."

Gojo Satoru originally hated it because of the smell of rotten oranges in Kyoto, but now that there is an unsightly white unicorn, he wished he could walk around that wretched place.

As a result, in just a few days, another urgent mission from Kyoto was sent, and I was so annoyed to death.

Gojo Wu grumbled, his small sunglasses slipped down, and his blue cat eyes stared eagerly at his friend Xia Youjie, waiting for him to express his position on being one country with him.

Xia Youjie was not used to him.

The fox-eyed boy with a bunch of strange bangs lowered his head slightly, flipping through the mission information repeatedly.Unlike Gojo Satoru, he was full of anticipation for this urgent mission.

"Wu, the goal of this mission is weirdness."

He has a lot of curse spirit brothers, but it's weird, he has never met them before.

Although in the known records of the magic world, there are no examples of weirdness being purified and exorcised, but what if.

To dream big.

"Wow, Jie, you have such a villainous smile." Wujo Wu raised his hand and poked Xia Youjie's shoulder, "Are you an expert in collecting monsters?"

"You don't understand the happiness of Quan Tu Ji." Xia Youjie closed the file with a snap, and said proudly.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, obviously Jie's collection addiction is too crazy.He can understand the accumulation of first-level and second-level spell spirits. After all, special-level spell spirits are not so easy to come across. The combat power is already quite impressive.

But Jielian didn't let off the third-level and fourth-level curse spirits.

Such a weak teeny head would break if poked, so there is no value in keeping it, but Xia Youjie catches a teeny head from time to time, the reason is that their shape is different from the teeny heads he collected before, so they are worth collecting...

Fortunately, Jie was able to endure such unpalatable curse spirit jade.

This time, when he heard that it was a mission related to the weirdness, Gojo Satoru hadn't expressed his complaint before he was dragged into the helicopter by Xia Youjie.

Alas, there is really no way, what can he do, Jie likes it, he can only work hard.

After getting off the plane, Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie rushed to the old site of New World Gallery.

Gojo Satoru took off his small sunglasses, and carefully looked at the ruins with his six eyes.

The Sorcerer Department sent the urgent task to Gojo Satoru because of the powerful and special tracking ability of the Six Eyes.With the addition of Xia Youjie, they also want to see if Xia Youjie's "spell and spirit manipulation" can subdue the weirdness.

With Xia Youjie watching from the side, Gojo Satoru had to use 100% energy to search the place carefully up and down.The strange composition is different from the magic spirit, it is not made of magic power, often before the accident, the magician walked in front of it a hundred times and could not see anything abnormal about it.That is Gojo Satoru, his six eyes are special enough and he saw something strange ten years ago, so he has a little more judgment ability.

One minute later, Gojo Satoru pushed the sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose with a strange expression.

"How is it, Wu?" Xia Youjie was full of expectation.

"It's really weird, but it's already dead." Wujo Wu spread his hands, "It's gone, it's gone."

Xia Youjie: "Huh?"

Say that there is no case of exorcising and purifying weirdness?If the weirdness can be killed by blowing up the house, there won't be so many unlucky humans who died under the weirdness in this world.

Gojo Satoru was also very surprised, because according to the known strange occurrences, no matter in the form of houses, caravans or objects, they all suddenly appeared and then disappeared completely, but the ruins of this gallery building are actually left here , looking like the spooky never left.

The strange existence is special, it is not like the birth domain of the curse spirit, as long as you enter it, you will lose your life.Weird pays special attention to the rules, as long as the relevant rules are not violated, the person who enters will not die.

Therefore, once the weirdness is found, there is no future for head-to-head confrontation. Enclosing it and prohibiting living people from stepping in is the best solution.

If it weren't for this strange incident, not only the house blew up, but even the corpses collected for many years were removed by the police, and it didn't respond. The five enlightenments of the six eyes.

The possibility of exorcism and purification would never have been thought of by the Director of Conjuration. This is a lesson for future generations that countless conjurers and onmyojis have left with their lives.