It's a power, not a spell

The person Gojo Satoru identified as the murderer was named Kaga Zukaichi, and he was a staff member of Shinjuku Yuwan.When the police went to inquire, their attitude was cooperative, and their words made people feel comfortable.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a pervert who can abuse high school girls.

Of course, it is impossible to look at people only by their appearance, and it is not uncommon to see the existence of a human face and a beast's heart. Kaga Zukaichi was called over anyway.

Mu Mu Shisan just had the mentality of giving it a try, and asked casually: "Where were you after midnight last night?"

The most 'fresh' of the six corpses died around midnight last night, hence the question.

Kaga Zukaichi's pupils shrank unnaturally, they were very small, but Mu Mushisan, who had been observing him, could see clearly.

"Of course I slept at home. After all, when the cherry blossoms are in bloom, work will become extremely busy. If you stay up late, it will affect your energy for the next day."

There was no problem with the answer, and there was no problem with the tone of voice, but Mu Mu Shisan was very concerned about the change in his eyes at that moment.

"Go check the monitoring."

Kaga Zukaichi didn't show any abnormality.That's just weird.Even a really innocent person would panic when being suspected by the police, but he was always calm - as if confident and confident.

Of course what he said was a lie, last night he had a 'date' at home with Zhiyue, the latest victim to die, but he was sure that no third person knew about it.Neither will monitoring.

Zhiyue is his girlfriend.

So did the other victims.

Students always have fantasies about such things. Falling in love with mature people in society will make them feel superior to others when they mention it to their friends. At the same time, maintaining this relationship with men with a huge age difference will also have a kind of Secretly excited, not to mention Kagazuka Kazuka fits the public's definition of handsome, and spends money generously.

So Zhiyue was easily hooked just like everyone else.Of course, it was a secret relationship at his request.

At first it was just chatting online, and then when we met, he deliberately chose a place with many people and no surveillance, or a desolate corner.Does not leave a trace.

He had already used the same method to lure and tortured five female high school students, and he did it very covertly. So far, the girls' records have been filled with 'missing', and no one has ever suspected him.

Until now.

Although I don't know how he doubted himself, but it doesn't matter, because his actions are perfect——

"There are bloody earrings thrown by the victim under the bed in the basement of this guy's house." Gojo Satoru learned the general incident through the unconscious words of the weak magic spirit on his body, and confirmed that he was just a purely addicted pervert. .

I like to leave incomplete marks on the white skin of innocent children, and I like to see them show painful expressions, but what I like most is to see their dramatic performance when they are betrayed and hurt by someone they trust. Generates great excitement and satisfaction.

Just like a drug, it will make him obsessed and addicted to it.

No wonder the curse spirit only regarded men as targets of attack before, it was angered.

What a scumbag.

"It's silver carved in the shape of wings. This guy bought Zhiyue-chan as a birthday present last week. Zhiyue-chan has always cherished it hanging around his neck and hiding it under his clothes."

Hiding this gift like a love affair, not even telling the 'lover', the secret thoughts belonging to a high school girl, unexpectedly became evidence against the murderer at this moment.

Originally thinking that there would be no third person knowing about things coming out of his mouth, Kagazuka subconsciously said, "Why are you making up a random story."

He stopped in time and changed his words, but none of the people present were idiots, and his reaction could already explain a lot of things.

The facts have also been proved to be the case.

The sleeping Kogoro didn't have the chance to appear this time, and the case was solved in such a muddled way.Next, as long as Zhiyue's DNA is detected from the blood stains on the earrings, the identity of Kagazukaichi's prisoner is certain.

Mu Mushisan looked at the wing earrings in the evidence collection bag with a complicated expression, and turned his gaze to Gojo Satoru who was talking with Zhongya Nakahara, "Gojo-kun, how do you know this?"

"I heard it." Gojo Satoru pointed to his ear.

Not expecting to get any serious answer, Mu Mushisan waved his hand to make Kagazuka be arrested.

A sharp fruit knife suddenly slipped from the latter's sleeve, slashing the policeman who stepped forward, and then came behind Zhongyuan Zhongya, and the blade with a cold light pressed against the boy's neck.

Just landed in the center of the black collar.

"Don't move!!"

"Ah..." Gojo Satoru slightly frowned.

Mu Mu Shisan had just signaled the police officer not to act rashly, and was about to reassure him not to worry when he heard the young man's dissatisfied voice say:

"—will leave scratches."

? ? !

Listen to what this is saying, the students are taken hostage by the bad guys, and if the murderer shakes his hands, he will die. Now, this guy is actually worried about the scratches on the collar? !

By the way, why does such a well-behaved child wear a collar?

Because of the delicate appearance of the ochre-haired boy, their first impression is "well-behaved".He looks like the kind of good boy who will help the old lady cross the road.

Mu Mushisan put aside distracting thoughts, "Calm down first, if you have any request, just—"

"Okay, Chuya, teach this trash a lesson!" Gojo Satoru's voice covered Mu Mu Shisan, who was stunned.

Nakahara Nakaya grabbed Kagazukaichi's knife-holding arm with his left hand, and before he could use all his strength, he screamed and let go of his fingers.

The fruit knife fell downwards with the force of gravity. The young man exerted force with his left arm, and using himself as a support point, he dragged the man who was nearly 1.8 meters behind him over his head, let go of his hand and let the man fall heavily to the ground in front of him, and then He caught the half-fallen fruit knife in his hand and threw it casually into the open space.

The young man glanced at the other people who were stunned, "Don't you hurry up and catch him?"

It was just like waking up from a dream.

Gojo Satoru had already gone in front of the boy, reached out to touch the collar around the boy's neck, and pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, "It was scratched."

"Eh? What was it just now?! That brat easily threw an adult up!!"

But at this time, an uncle who can't read the atmosphere yelled.

Although others thought so too.

Even an adult may not be able to easily throw an adult away, let alone a slender boy with one hand...

Can this kind of plot that only appears in anime really happen in reality?

— Anyway, it happened.

The two over there completely ignored the farce here.

Fingers touched the skin of the neck, a little itchy.Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his eyes, "Sorry."

He should have knocked people down the moment Kagazuka approached, and the result of his momentary scruples was that Gojo Satoru's gift suffered.

"Well, it's nothing, just buy another one." Gojo Satoru immediately put on a smiling face, "How about buying another pair of earrings? Does Chuuya like earrings?"

I suddenly became interested in accessories.

Or to be precise, he became interested in the accessories that could be given to Zhongye in the Central Plains.

"Whatever." Neither liked nor disliked, Nakahara Chuya said, "I like hats better than this."

Mori Kogoro: "Hey! Are you listening to me! Hey, come back!"

At this time, Gojo Satoru and Zhongyuanzhong had already walked a certain distance.

The middle-aged uncle could only mumble a few words sullenly.

According to the dictation of the injured people after waking up, the dark red sky, blood-like cherry blossom petals, and distorted monsters.

A person with a normal IQ would not believe such words. When they were about to undergo another mental state test, they suddenly received an order from their superiors, asking them to stop all actions and hand over the case to another department.

They don't know much about the intelligence of that department, they only know that it is specialized in dealing with "special incidents".

As for the two people who Mu Mushisan was very concerned about, Gojo Satoru and Nakahara Chuya, shortly after starting the investigation, they also received a warning from their superiors, saying that these two people had special identities.After asking, I found out that the superior also received a warning from the superior's superior.

In this way, everything becomes confusing.

What kind of special law are these two "special"?Could it be that the two are somehow connected?

These questions circled around in their hearts, and it was hard not to care.

At the same time, there is also an unbelievable guess that has faintly taken shape.

But... this... is not likely... is it?

----

Because of that incident, the cherry blossom viewing finally came to nothing.

The things I bought were basically useless, and Gojo Satoru didn't plan to take any more, but it wasn't very good to just leave them there.

Gojo Satoru went back and only brought back a mat.

Even the sake bottles that were almost spilled were stolen by unknown thieves.

Well... It also saves him the effort of throwing.

Finally got free.On the way back to school, Zhong Yuan was also in a good mood.

Gojo Satoru crossed his fingers behind his head, looked up at the sky above his head, and kicked his legs crookedly as he walked.From Nakahara Chuya's perspective, he couldn't see his face completely, but he could clearly feel the slightly oppressive atmosphere around him.

"Hey, Wutiao." He said suddenly.Then, when Gojo Satoru lowered his head, he took a picture with his mobile phone.

"Eh?" This was obviously a development that Gojo Satoru hadn't expected, and he tilted his head in doubt.

The corners of the mouth of the young man frozen in the screen were turned down, his lips were tightly pursed, and his silver eyelashes protruded a little from behind the sunglasses, drooping slightly, which naturally had a sense of grievance and pitifulness.

If he is not happy, Zhong Yuanzhong is also happy.

Shaking the phone, the boy smiled happily, his cobalt blue pupils shone in the sunlight. "Compared to this, tens of billions of famous paintings are nothing more than that."

Gojo Satoru, who was photographed with an 'ugly' photo, smiled without any sense of shame: "After all, I am the one who will cause traffic jams when I walk on the street."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Cut, narcissist.