Spell Corrosion

Yidizhi's back was already drenched in cold sweat, and it took him nearly a minute to stand in the sunlight at the entrance of the hospital before the cold air rushing from his back to his brain dissipated under the sun exposure.

"Yidi knows what are you doing there? Hurry up and follow."

The culprit who caused his psychological shadow poked his head out from the hospital gate. Gojo Satoru held the door with one hand and greeted him with the other. On the premise that he put on his sunglasses and did not face Chuya Nakahara, he looked the same as the usual casual She looked the same, she was a completely different person from the car just now.

"...Okay, Mr. Gojo."

I hope the two of them sort out the relationship between the two of them soon.

Yizhi thought in his heart.

Although the feeling of being a light bulb is not very good, the abnormal Mr. Gojo is simply terrible.

God knows, when Gojo Satoru said the phrase "Only you can't escape" in a charming tone, the atmosphere didn't develop into a more intimate one.

On the contrary, Yi Dizhi had a feeling that if Nakahara had refuted him at that time, he might be lying on the bed with a plaster cast like the high school student detective in the hospital by now.

After all, when those two fight, it is really unknown whether anyone will remember him sitting in the driver's seat and working hard.

Fortunately, Zhongyuan Nakahara seems to have a much higher EQ than Wujo Wu, at least he only said "Get out", which neither stimulated Wujo Wu nor directly smashed his car.

Why do I have to bear so much as a mere assistant supervisor!

He didn't regret risking his life to face the terrible curse, but if he died because of the AOE caused by the family conflicts of his teammates, Yi Dizhi felt that maybe he couldn't help but curse Gojo Satoru for being single for the rest of his life.

At this time, Yidizhi didn't know that his thoughts now were exactly the same as Jiarui's thoughts in the morning, and Jiaruizi even said this sentence directly.

"Want to make a bet?"

The broken cigarette was balled into a ball in the palm of the hand because of being stimulated by the holder, and the shredded tobacco squeezed through the white paper packaging and made it sticky.

Jia Ruozi took out a paper towel and wiped his palms slowly but meticulously, while relieving his muscles that were a little cramped due to the five compulsive auras, he opened his mouth.

"I bet you won't be able to catch up."

It is pure and terrifying attachment.

Naruto recalled the look in Gojo Satoru's eyes just now. If Nakahara Chuya died one day, maybe they would become a distorted relationship like Otoko Yuta and Kimoto Rika.

"Glass, although you are single, you can't be single like you because of this curse!"

Ha ha.

To this, Jiarui Glass only responded with a sneer.

She waited for Gojo Satoru to come back crying to find her, an "older single young woman", for help. If she didn't laugh at him severely, she would quit smoking for the rest of her life.

Kudo Shinichi's ward is on the third floor of the inpatient department. When the three found the ward with the "Kudo" name plate on the door, they found that the door was not closed. There is another person.

It was the black long-haired girl who had dinner with them that day. If I remember correctly, it was Kudo Shinichi's childhood sweetheart, who seemed to be called Mo Lilan?

"Mr. Gojo?" The girl who was peeling an apple raised her head to look at them. After noticing Chuya's height, she almost shaved her finger with a trembling hand. "Um, Chuya-kun?"

"Miss Maury."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't explain his height, but just greeted the other party politely.

"I just said that Mr. Gojo and the others are coming to see me. Xiaolan, you still don't believe me. I really didn't lie to you. Look, it is indeed not the police officer Mugure who came here, and I was not involved in a strange serial murder case. This car accident It's really just a coincidence! So can you go buy me some drinks and snacks now?"

Kudo Shinichi was leaning on the hospital bed that was shaken up, his right leg was fixed with a plaster cast, and a protective collar was worn around his neck, which made it difficult for him to even turn his head. Chin bumped against the protector, blurring words.

"Who told Shinichi that you always encounter criminal cases inexplicably!" Xiaolan was distracted, but forgot to ask the question about Nakahara Chuya's height, and it seemed that the person who appeared was not the fat criminal policeman. The husband did let her breathe a sigh of relief.

After blaming her childhood sweetheart boyfriend, Mao Lilan stuffed the peeled apple into Kudo Shinichi's hand, put down the fruit knife and stood up.

"Mr. Wutiao, you talk first, I'll go shopping."

The girl said goodbye to them politely, and before she left, she asked them to help watch over Shinichi, and told him not to sneak out alone.

"Kudou-kun's girlfriend cares about you very much." Gojo Gojo pulled the vacant chair, pressed Chuya's shoulder to signal him to sit down, and stood behind with his hands on the other's shoulder, "You deliberately spread She, don't want to involve her in it?"

"After all, this time is not a problem that can be solved by law. For Xiaolan, it is better to stay in this world." Kudo Shin put an apple on the plate, "Let's make a long story short before Xiaolan comes back, Wutiao gentlemen."

Gojo Satoru made a "please" gesture, "Then we will listen carefully."

"Let's start with why I appeared in the Wutiao Building last time."

When Kudo Shinichi knew about this weird supernatural event, his first reaction was that someone wanted to harm Mr. Suzuki. Generally speaking, except for the mentally twisted lunatics who enjoy killing people, most of the murders in this world can be summarized into several categories: .

For love, for money, and the so-called accident.

However, Mr. Suzuki's status made him suspect the second category first.

Kudo Shinichi asked Sonoko about any accidents in the Suzuki consortium's employees' families recently. Suzuki Sonoko, who never cared about it, asked three questions. In the end, Kudo Shinichi approached Police Officer Megure in private after Mr. Suzuki's third accident, but At that time, there was no accidental death of the Suzuki consortium.

There were no traces of hands and feet on the car, and the police did not find anything suspicious after making a circle of notes. In the end, they could only persuade Mr. Suzuki to change to another car, and then send the one that had the accident back to the factory.

The initial guess didn't work out.

If you can't find the end of the thread, and if you don't have a little bit of evidence, reasoning cannot be called reasoning.Kudo Shinichi claims to be a detective who uses facts to reason, and he directly relies on his brain to conclude that a case is his father's field of work, that is, a detective novelist.

The turning point of the matter is that Xiaolan proposes to invite Yuanzi to watch a movie together the next day to relax.

When Kudo Shinichi heard the name of the movie, he seized the fleeting inspiration. He ignored the voice conversation with his childhood sweetheart, turned his head and looked for a map, and marked the places where Mr. Suzuki had several accidents one by one. , found that these places have a confluence.

The abandoned Wutiao Building became the key point to break the situation.

Kudo Shinichi started to trace back from this starting point, and finally found an incident related to the Suzuki consortium, the Wutiao building and the car accident from an inconspicuous social news two years ago.

"You should also know the whole story of the abandonment of the Wutiao Building, right?" Kudo Shinichi licked his dry lower lip halfway through the talk, and Nakaya who noticed this got up and poured him a glass of water, "Ah, thank you."

"I probably don't know about this part, he just came here not long ago." Wutiao Wu generally skipped the resurrection from the dead, "The Wutiao Building was originally the property of the Wutiao family. They resold it to the Suzuki consortium, but there seemed to be problems with the funding chain of the project, and as a result, the demolition and reconstruction have not been started, and it has been put on hold until now."

"Yes, because it's been a long time, and I didn't have time to investigate. But I suspect that a listed construction company bribed the project manager of the Suzuki consortium and got the project through improper means in the bidding." Kudo Shinichi looked serious, "I found several residents of the Wutiao Building back then, and I heard that the compensation promised to them has not been fully paid up to now, and only one-third of the promised amount has been paid. But here I am. When I asked Mr. Suzuki about this matter, he said that the project was stopped due to a loophole in the fund accounting, and then it was transferred to another company. In other words, in fact, the follow-up of this matter is no longer under the control of the Suzuki consortium, but However, the news received by that group of residents was not like this.”

Zhong Yuan also frowned: "No one complained to the Suzuki consortium? No one used the contract to defend | rights?"

Kudo Shinichi's expression was indescribable: "I asked one of the residents to fax me a contract, and that contract was a trap contract, that is to say, they were tricked into it. But because the residents signed it, so They can't get the compensation later. As for the complaint, the customer service manager and the project manager used to be lovers in college."

"What a boring story." Nakahara probably guessed what Kudo Shinichi was going to say through this incident, "Is there someone in those households who is short of money? Residents of Wutiao Building, car accidents, there may be huge debts or Need to use a lot of money, such as a serious illness in the family? You put these together and locked the target?"

"The middle is also very sharp!"

Gojo Satoru standing behind him was playing with the end of his hair again, Nakahara also slapped that hand away with a cold face, but it took a while for Gojo Satoru to grab the long hair back into his palm.

"I can't even do this level of intelligence analysis. How do you think I survived?"

Although he was always ridiculed by that bastard with bandages for having muscles in his head, Dazai Osamu was the only one who dared to say this.If Zhongyuan Zhongye is really a pure fighting faction, it is impossible to climb to the top cadre position in that living environment.

It's just that in most cases, he can ignore the conspiracy and tricks by relying on force, so he is naturally too lazy to think uselessly.

"So? Who is the target?" Nakahara didn't bother to entangle with Gojo Satoru about these things, and Nakahara stopped caring about the long hair, and asked Kudo Shinichi, who was silently observing them.

"It was Mrs. Hojo Kyoko who died in the car accident. The last time I went to the Wujo Building to investigate was her husband, Hojo Kosuke, who was still alive. They had a son named Hojo. This son had blood cancer, and the medical expenses and surgery costs added up far away." It is not something their families can afford. Two years ago, the compensation fund for the Wutiao Building gave them hope, but the money did not reach their hands in the end. Not long after that, Hojo Kyoko had a car accident, and I also checked Here it is."

Kudo Shinichi reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table, and because his neck was inconvenient to turn, he picked it up and handed it to him. After thanking him, Kudo Shinichi unlocked the mobile phone and showed them a donation message on it .

"At this time period, there was an anonymous charity donation. Based on the medical condition and the brief description of the family background, it can be guessed that the fundraiser was Mrs. Kyoko, but the money could not be withdrawn in time because of Mrs. Kyoko's death. In the end, Hojo asked The medical expenses were paid by Mrs. Kyoko’s life insurance after the car accident. To this day, Hojo Kosuke still lives alone in the abandoned Wujo building. That thing you call the magic spirit, Ms. Nitiko, explained the reason to me. I think you are in the Wujo building. The curse spirit killed by the building was created by Hojo Kosuke, and if the car accident was caused by someone else..."

"Which hospital does Joe Hojo live in? Have you been there?"

Nakahara Chuya glanced at Kudo Shinichi's broken leg and sprained neck.

Zeng ran to confirm the situation by himself, and then Kudo Shinichi, who was cursed, scratched his cheek in embarrassment, "...the third hospital."

Knowing the situation was enough, Nakahara also pulled back his hair from Gojo Satoru.

"Stop playing and work."