[Comprehensive] The growth record of the god judge

Tsurumaru took Wuji and Hakata straight to the school all the way without stopping, and soon arrived at the destination.

From far away, a slightly noisy sound was heard, and the snoring drifted away along the night wind, which did not match the night.Fu Sangshen hid in a corner and saw the current situation of the school clearly.

The gate was surrounded by a yellow seal, and several police cars were parked here and there, as well as guarding police officers. Judging from their clothes and equipment, they were probably special police officers from the explosion-proof department.

Something must have happened.

Tsurumaru took a deep breath of cool air in his heart, and the cold breath soaked through the trachea. He turned his head and glanced at the two companions behind him, and said in a low voice, "Let's try to get in."

Wuji and Bodo looked at each other, and nodded silently.

The school is so big, it is impossible for the police to guard every corner, not to mention that it is night, in fact, there are only a few important entrances and exits here that are strictly guarded.

A few police officers and the not-so-high wall of the school will definitely not be able to stop the Fusangshen.Not to mention Tsurumaru, a fake student who stayed in school for a while, led the way.He sneaked into the campus easily with Wuji and Bodo, squatting in the shadow of the teaching building.

"Where are we going next?" Bodo asked.

Tsurumaru looked around, but found nothing unusual, he thought about it and analyzed it softly.

"Something must have happened to the school like this. I am afraid that the retrograde army couldn't bear it and moved their hands on the campus. It is very likely that there is some kind of violent attack, and it may even cause innocent casualties. "

Tsurumaru made a reasonable analysis with a calm tone, Hakata and Mukichi looked at each other, and saw the bright worry in each other's eyes.

They can see Tsurumaru's feelings for Tokiya, and it's not an exaggeration to say it with obsession. Today, Shiya's life and death are uncertain, but Tsurumaru's analysis is so calm. This abnormal phenomenon really can't tolerate them. Think more.

"This is a teaching building where classes are held from time to time. His usual range of activities is very regular, nothing more than classrooms, clubs and studios. Since the classrooms here look normal, let's go to the studio to have a look."

Tsurumaru made a decision, noticed the strange look in Mukichi and Hakata's eyes that had not been well received, was stunned for a moment, and then sighed softly.

"Don't think about it too much, the most important thing is to find it now."

Wuji pursed his lips, and patted Tsurumaru's shoulder. The other party took a deep breath silently, and turned to lead the way.

They went to the last place they stayed in school, the studio of the art club.

As mentioned earlier, California Qingguang is an excellent fusangshen. Although his detection ability is particularly outstanding, it does not mean that his combat effectiveness is not strong.

As one of the initial knives, although California Qingguang is not stronger than the top combatants of Honmaru, it is by no means weak.

But California Qingguang's serious face is not because he is in danger. The retrograde army surrounding him is indeed stronger than what he encountered on the battlefield just now, but it is not to the extent that he cannot handle it.He was just worried about the main hall that he might have disappeared.

This is the rear of the battlefield, and the ambushing retrograde army is even stronger than the front-line enemy. This abnormal phenomenon makes California have to worry about Shiya's current situation.

His lips were tightly pursed, almost into a smooth straight line, imagining various phenomena in his mind, but he kept waving the blade in his hand, and the splashed snow-bright blade light covered the marching army surrounding him, and then there was blood splash.

After solving the ambush enemy, California Qingguang quickly went to Sanada's house, and saw the lights of the house lit up in the dark night from a distance.

He was taken aback for a moment, it was so late, and the Sanada's house hadn't turned off the lights to go to sleep.

California Qingguang quietly flipped into the courtyard wall and landed on the grass in the backyard.He approached the brightly lit living room and squatted under the corner of the living room.

In the living room, Sanada's mother's face was red and swollen with worry, and Sanada's father was smoking a cigarette anxiously. California Qingguang keenly noticed that the ashtray on the coffee table was already full of cigarette butts.

Not seeing Grandpa Sanada and Genichiro Sanada, Kami Kiyomitsu thought for a while, then turned around and changed a window.

That was the window of Grandpa Sanada's room. The big light inside was turned off, and only a small light was on. California quietly looked over and saw Grandpa Sanada sitting at the table with a sharp sword on it.

Thinking of the tough style of this martial arts judge who was once known as "Ghost Seeing Sorrow", California Qingguang felt a chill on his back, and tapped on the window glass lightly.

"Da da"

The two crisp voices were very clear at night, but they were not very loud due to their extremely light intensity, so they could easily be ignored, but Grandpa Sanada turned his head extremely keenly, and looked over with a pair of eagle eyes.

His eyes were sharp and unceremonious, but California Kiyomitsu was strangely depressed because of this, and gestured for Grandpa Sanada to open the window.

After he came in through the window without a sound, Grandpa Sanada closed the door and asked directly, "Is Shi also with you?"

California silently shook his head.

Grandpa Sanada fell silent, silently clenched the sword in his hand and placed it across his knee.

California Qingguang took the lead in breaking the silence in the room, "The situation is urgent, so I will make a long story short. We found some clues on the front line, which may be a trap, so we sent people back to find the main hall. We hoped that the main hall would be safe and sound, but now it seems that we are afraid." What really happened?"

Grandpa Sanada sighed, "Indeed, this afternoon, there was an explosion in the school, which was of a bad nature and caused several students to be injured. The police temporarily classified it as a terrorist attack, but I don't think so."

"Toki also disappeared, along with Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro who protected him."

California Qingguang was shocked and murmured, "As expected..."

"Is this an attack by the retrograde army? Do they have any conspiracy against Tokiya?" Grandpa Sanada asked, and sighed again and again, "Now is not the time to explain in detail. If you have anything you want to know, please ask as soon as possible." Well, I don't know much. I can tell you, old man, I don't have any other requirements, I just hope that you can bring Shi Ye back safely."

Grandpa Sanada looked at California Qingguang, "You are Fusangshen of Shiya, protect him, can you do it?"

California Qingguang met the old man's gaze and said solemnly, "This is nature."

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Here, Kiyomitsu and Grandpa Sanada exchanged some information, and they are rushing to school, and Tsurumaru's search work is getting better.

It is also ironic to say that this "beautiful scene" is just that they successfully evaded the guards and sneaked into the studio surrounded by yellow lines.

Fortunately, it's late at night, and no one came to investigate. They just surrounded the studio tightly. Tsurumaru's infiltration work went smoothly. Even though this guy was wearing a white coat that was so white that it was so reflective, he was not found. .

The high school attached to Lihai University has all kinds of facilities, and the activity room for students and students is also spacious and bright. As the mainstay of Lihai University, the art club naturally has more conveniences.

They have their own independent studio. In an activity building with excellent lighting in the school, a whole row of classrooms is their activity room, not to mention an independent studio in a remote corner of the school with excellent scenery.

Opposite Gein is a greenhouse with flowers blooming all year round, so the classrooms here are particularly popular. The small classroom on the first floor of the art club was created in the bloody battle of various departments.

Now, this beautiful place has been encircled by a yellow circle, and it is in a mess everywhere, and the stones are flying. The power of the explosives is really impressive, almost turning this place into ruins.

There was no one guarding the ruins, so they began to investigate openly.Fu Sangshen's excellent eyesight allowed them to distinguish directions at night. Although Tachi Yari was not as good as the short sword Wakizashi, after so many years, their eyes were not dimmed.

A strong dark atmosphere remained at the scene, apparently a large number of retrograde troops had visited here, and the Fu Sangshen tried their best to identify the tiny remnants of spiritual power mixed in, and followed the fluctuation of spiritual power to simulate the whole process of the battle.

Tsurumaru walked to the central part of the ruins, knelt down and touched the gravel and soil on the ground, "They were here at the time, and they should have been painting at the time." The soil was mixed with broken easel powder, which was obviously not taken by the police as physical evidence Part of the walk remains.He raised his head and looked forward, muttering to himself, "Should Yamabugiri be drawing for him when he was there?"

Wuji murmured, "It's really lucky."

Tsurumaru didn't answer, his eyes wandered around the land, trying to find familiar traces, "At that time, there was an attack suddenly, there was no blood here, and Yamabukiri escaped when he should have taken it with him, but this place was destroyed like this, There are no traces to be seen..." Tsurumaru squatted and moved, while carefully inspecting the scene, "How did they escape? There are so many people in the school, it is impossible to draw their swords in public? I remember that Taught me a teleportation formation..."

As he said that, Tsurumaru's eyes fixed and stopped somewhere, "I found it."

Wuji and Bodo followed his gaze. In the corner of the room, there was an area that was not destroyed by the explosion. The distribution of this area was normal, and it looked like a normal floor. Only those with spiritual power After careful investigation, some different clues will be discovered.

Tsurumaru looked carefully for a long time, and confirmed that this is a spiritual power transmission array.At first he tried to activate it again, but found that it was a one-time teleportation array, and later he tried to copy it, but because the traces of spiritual power left on the scene were too slight, it was impossible to do it at all.

Unwillingly, Tsurumaru gave up restoring the teleportation array, and continued to search carefully among the ruins.

The ruins are in disarray, with broken walls, broken canvases, scattered tables, chairs and benches, as well as the lingering sulfur smell.The three Fusangshen acted separately, trying to find some more clues.

Suddenly, Bodo let out a soft "Huh".

He brushed up a cloud of dust, revealing a white point that was extremely concealed under the sporadic rubble.Wu Ji pulled away the gravel, and found a dusty cloth bag under a large stone slab, with only a small corner exposed.

Bodo moved the huge stone slab with ease, and gently put it aside.Tsurumaru and Wuji pulled away the gravel and dust on the ground, and took out the thing exuding hidden spiritual power.

It was a long strip of cloth bag, cast with extremely protective spirit spells, and even attached a small spell that could be easily ignored by people, which was why it was not found by the police and taken away as evidence.

They were too familiar with the spiritual power fluctuations on the cloth bag. It belonged to Tokiya's spiritual power. Tsurumaru took it from Mukichi and unlocked the spell with ease.

A gust of wind blew slowly over, gently blowing away the dark clouds that covered the moon in the sky, and the clear moonlight cast down, providing illumination for their undoing the bag.

An exquisite scroll slipped out of the bag, it was well protected under the defensive spell, and it appeared in Tsurumaru's hand intact, and it was even cast with magic spells that would not be stained with dust or dew, which clearly showed that the master love and care for it.

Tsurumaru's heart thumped, and for no reason, it almost jumped from his chest to his throat, and there was a little light in his eyes, like some kind of impatient anticipation.

He untied the rope that bound the scroll, flicked his wrist lightly, wow——

The axis follows the gravitational force and spreads a long stretch of white on the ground.

The moonlight fell on the white paper, as gentle as a layer of transparent water gauze.

Tsurumaru could hardly believe his eyes.

It was a long scroll, almost three or four meters long, and it was covered with portraits of people, large and small. Tsurumaru saw almost all of them familiar to him at a glance.

Tokiya himself was the first one, wearing a white safari suit, with black hair, smiling happily with crooked eyebrows.Behind it are the portraits of everyone in Honmaru. The order is estimated to be arranged according to the knife tent, and the first one is Mikami Tsukimune.

It looks like it should have been drawn for a long time, every stroke is very careful, the movements and expressions of the fusangshen are very vivid, and you can know who it is at a glance, the facial features and clothes are traced without any trace, Tsurumaru saw When I was alone, I could even see the knife pattern on the scabbard held in the hand of my portrait clearly.

Bodo sobbed heavily suddenly, and Wuji couldn't help covering his face, with clear tears overflowing from his fingers.Tsurumaru silently looked at the scroll for a while, then carefully rolled it up again.

He didn't dare to pinch it, for fear of breaking it, he carefully put it back into the cloth belt and sealed it before he dared to hold the scabbard hard.

His teeth smelled of blood, and the bright pupils clearly reflected the clear water.

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This chapter is so thick and long.