Special A-level danger warning

For Feng Xinzhi, there is no need to consider whether to choose the Armed Detective Agency or the High School of Magic.

Even though he crossed a world line, there were people he was familiar with at Butei, so he didn't need to think more about security issues.

In addition, the attitude of the high school of conjuration towards him is unclear.

Even if Gojo Satoru invited him to enroll, he still had some scruples.

They should be looking at the "heavenly demon" that caused great resentment on him, but at the same time they are also taboo about this supernatural ability.

Coupled with the almost completely unfamiliar spell system to him, it is obvious that choosing a high school of spell requires more consideration than choosing Butei.

However, Gojo Satoru would not let him refuse.

It's like Mr. Nakahara took Mr. Mori's order to invite someone to join the port Mafia. It is an invitation, attention, and threat.

Maybe the example he gave is not very accurate, but it roughly means this.

Feng Xinzhi saw that Chenggong was caught by Wutiao Wuqi's chaos, grabbed his arm and dragged him behind him, meowing at Wutiao Wu.

"Even if he goes back with you, he must say goodbye to his relatives and friends!"

Because of the analysis data sent by the Ability Secret Service Section, he knew the appearance of the new port Mafia leader, Feng Xinzhi's appearance was not much different from that person, and the relationship between them was clear at a glance.

Once he successfully got in touch, how could the head of Mafia, who had just taken over the position, be willing to let Feng Xinzhi take some advanced spells.

Even if Gojo Satoru didn't disclose any information, he could vaguely infer that the place the other party wanted Feng Xinzhi to go to should not be a good place.

The glory piled up with life and blood, was cursed to death in a desperate battle, and gave up everything for the righteousness of mankind...

It seems to stick to morality and order, but it is also... old and decayed.

Gojo Satoru wanted to take Feng Xinzhi away, probably because he wanted to reset their rigid power system.

Luanbu calmly analyzed the problem, and did not feel that Feng Xinzhi had the obligation to fight to the death or even sacrifice for the so-called righteousness.

Although Fukuzawa Yukichi on the side was surprised by Ranpo's words and actions, he did not choose to stop him.

Luanbu must have seen something, trying to stop the white-haired man in front of him from taking Feng Xinzhi away, so he agreed by default.

Hearing Ranpo's words, Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin. Although he felt that there seemed to be a language trap in the other party's words, he agreed after thinking about it.

It always feels like a heinous crime to prevent prospective students from seeing friends and family.

However, it should be "bound".

Feng Xinzhi's aura of a special-grade curse spirit is very faint but not absent. Even though he seems to have the ability to control it, it cannot be ruled out that what happened in the previous cemetery.

After all, he is a bit unrealistic from the past...

Wait, no, this is a public tour!It seems that there is no problem in giving myself a day or two off!

His heart was ready to move, so Gojo Satoru immediately decided to go to visit relatives with Feng Xinzhi, calling it surveillance.

"Where are you going to say goodbye to your relatives and friends?"

Let him think about where he can go.

Seeing this unexpected development, Feng Xinzhi glanced at Fukuzawa Yukichi and Ranpo, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Yokohama."

According to Mr. Ranpo, it seems that his relatives and friends by blood already know of his existence?

That's amazing but understandable.

……

...Ah, I saw another snatch target.

I don't know how it compares to Otoko Yuta who just entered the High School of Conjuration?

Standing at the corner of the street far away, Xia Youjie, a super cursing master wearing five cassocks, with long black hair hanging down, looked meaningfully at Wujo Wu and Feng Xinzhi who were quite far away from him.

He followed the large-scale hatching of curse embryos a few hours ago, and he saw his former best friend Gojo Satoru as expected.

What surprised him was that Feng Xinzhi seemed to be able to control the super magic spirit attached to him, eliminate the huge and messy grievances, and walk among the crowd like ordinary people.

So, in his plan on Christmas Eve, is it possible to obtain two super-level spell spirits?

The super-cursed wraith "Qimoto Lixiang" next to Yigu Youtai, and the unknown super-cursed spirit on Feng Xinzhi.

beep...

Just as Xia Youjie was about to follow, his cell phone rang.

"Master Xia You! Haven't you come back yet? If you don't come again, the sushi restaurant will be closed!"

Xia Youjie, who was reminded of the time, glanced at Wutiao Wu and Feng Xinzhi who had gone away, showing the face of an old father who dotes on his daughter, and said indulgently to the girl adopted ten years ago on the phone.

"Really, then I'll be right there."

Xia Youjie, who decided to give up tracking for the time being, laughed softly, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and his eyes reflected dark evil thoughts.

Wu, can you stop me?

……

The Shinkansen does not require identity information, so he can take it.

Feng Xinzhi sat between Mr. Ranpo and Gojo Satoru with his expression unchanged, not wanting to get to the bottom of why they were able to quarrel over desserts.

A battle of faith between the giant sweet party and the sweet party?

Mr. Fukuzawa on the side has nothing to do with himself and has already started to close his eyes and rest his mind.

From the names of various desserts to famous dessert houses, the top ones in the entire Tokyo row are basically mentioned.

However, compared to Mr. Ranpo, who was seriously arguing, Gojo Satoru was clearly teasing the cat.

Seeing this, Ranbu was so angry that he was about to analyze Wujo Satoru from inside to outside without using his words.

Damn, hateful.

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A little smile flashed in Feng Xinzhi's kite-colored eyes, and he took the paper bag full of snacks that Mr. Fuzawa had put away and stuffed it into Ranbu's arms.

Ranpo, who was comforted, hugged the snack tightly and glanced away from Gojo Satoru, trying to keep out of sight and out of mind.

Gojo Satoru, who was just bullying a child, didn't feel ashamed at all. He turned around and started following Feng Xinzhi Anli's high school in spells, wanting to put this cabbage in the bowl firmly.

"I can see that the power and spells in your body are not a system, but just like one uses physical methods and the other uses chemical methods, sometimes the two can achieve the same effect."

Wujo Wu stroked his chin, spoke casually and naturally, and pointed to Feng Xinzhi's left hand.

"That power can gather and even catalyze the birth of spell spirits."

The degree of danger can be judged as special level.

Feng Xinzhi glanced at him lightly, and could understand Wujo Wu's unfinished meaning.

To some extent, the "demon from heaven" is the complete opposite of the conjurer's position.

The conjurer exorcises the curse, but this ability can infinitely magnify and draw out the evil thoughts in the human heart, giving birth to curses of all levels based on negative emotions.

Once the control is not good, the position can be instantly tilted to the side of the curse.

Seeing Feng Xinzhi with a thoughtful face, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder. Unlike last time, he was not bounced away this time. This realization made Gojo Satoru smile wider.

"It's no problem. Among the freshmen who just entered school, there is a special-level cursed person like you. It is indeed fate that the two special-level people collide."

The super-cursed wraith "Qimoto Lixiang" cursed with love and the super-curse on Fengxinzhi that can catalyze the birth of the cursed spirit.

Hey, this class of students is really interesting.

As for the weird chemical reaction that will happen when the two special grades are put together, Gojo Satoru has considered it but doesn't care.

Anyway, he is the most powerful, just two special grades, not to the point where he needs to be treated with caution.

……

What happened after getting off the Shinkansen was a bit beyond Feng Xinzhi's expectations.

After ten o'clock in the evening, it began to rain lightly.

Fengxin Zhiben thought that he could go to the staff dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency for a night, but there were two rows of black-clothed men in strict attire outside the station, and a luxury car was parked straight in the middle of the field, followed by a row of black cars .

This scene...

For a moment, Feng Xinzhi had a very bad premonition.

Hundreds of burly men in black lined up to clear the way, and they were just short of shouting "Welcome to the young master" and other quite suffocating Chinese two words, and the surrounding crowd who had dodged to the side all paid attention.

The social death scene is nothing more than that.

Feng Xinzhi's eyes were blank, and he couldn't believe that the father of this world would come here.

It's okay to stay in the port of Mafia, and it doesn't matter if you become the leader, but why do you want to do it like a public execution?

Ranbu next to him closed his eyes, and sympathetically stuffed Feng Xinzhi with a handful of candies, expressing that he was comforting him.

Although the members of the mouth flew away, but thinking that Feng Xinzhi would continue to clean up the mess for someone in the future, and even become a social animal who devoted himself to the port Mafia, Ranbu felt that it was not important whether he was a member or not.

Feng Xinzhi, who was not comforted, did not change his face, sighed softly in his heart, and inexplicably had the idea of ​​following Wujo Wu to the high school of magic.

Yokohama made him feel a little bad.

"Hey? Is Fengxin from the Jidao family?"

No wonder the conjurer expert couldn't find out his identity information.

Looking at the black-clothed strong men lined up neatly and orderly in front of him, Gojo Satoru held the dessert spoon and asked serious questions.

The script of the young master of the underworld changing to a conjurer seems... pretty good?

No, his roots are just sprouting red.

The above only refers to before he crossed the world line.

Feng Xinzhi, whose parents both work in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, feels that the world is a bit unfriendly.

...However, there is not much difference, anyway, it is one of the three moment ideas.

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The Armed Detective Agency looks much more reliable than Port Mafia.

The windows of the luxury car in the center were down, and the door of the rear seat was also opened by the followers.

"Children~"

Dazai Osamu who came down from the back seat was wearing a pure black coat, and the red scarf inherited from the previous leader trembled slightly as he greeted him, his iris-colored eyes, just like Feng Xinzhi's, were filled with a starry smile Meaningful, beautiful and stunning.

Osamu Dazai smiled brightly, trying his best to release his greatest kindness, just like a novice father trying hard to care for his children, calm on the surface but flustered inside.

Feng Xinzhi blinked his eyes lightly, as if he could see the inner embarrassment and nervousness of the other party, he nodded in response to Osamu Dazai's words, and opened his mouth without difficulty.

"Mr. Zhi."

Osamu Dazai got the response, his eyes lit up and he waved his hands vigorously, and waited obediently when he saw Feng Xinzhi walking towards him.

Docile and well-behaved.

This slaughter is definitely not normal.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was sitting in the driver's seat, also rolled his eyes, and lit a cigarette for himself with some vicissitudes.

Bastard mackerel, pay attention to the image of the leader, you have completely lost the face of Mafia at the port.

Glancing at Osamu Dazai who wanted to get tired of lying on Feng Xinzhi's body and refused to get off, Nakahara couldn't help but suffocate for a moment.

Damn it, he really should be up and down.

Anyway, Garbage Dazai found an heir.

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The author has something to say: Zai: Hey, if you don't make the noise louder, the goose will follow Wuzhen.

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future.

After learning about Feng Xinzhi's superb working ability.

Zhong Ye (without emotion): Chief, it's time to abdicate.

The Zai who hugged the young gentleman and acted like a baby: Okay, let's go to the top, I want to play with the goose.

Zhong Ye:? ? ?