It's a power, not a spell

Jiang Gu Ling was an undercover agent placed by the police in the Black Organization. After learning that the target of this mission had joined this organization, the special department of the public security found him.He will cooperate with the conjurer in charge of this task to complete it.

The first time he came into contact with this field, his three views experienced a complete fragmentation and reorganization in a short period of time.In the end, he barely calmed down with his strong psychological quality.

Although the special department is responsible for the handling of special events, it is only 'handling', which is equivalent to giving the conjurer a position of cooperation, such as controlling public opinion, cleaning up the scene, providing intelligence networks, solving funeral affairs, and so on.

This time, he only needs to obtain information about the cursed master in the organization, and cooperate with the other party in the operation if necessary, and there is no other intersection.

The target is a dangerous man who has only recently become famous.As soon as he joined the organization, he was valued by the boss and got the wine name code.He had heard about it before.But he had just learned about his coming to Tokyo.

On the night of receiving the mission, Jiang Gu Ling called Belmode.

The mystical woman seemed to be taking a bath at this time, the faint sound of water came into her ears from the microphone, and Jiang Gu Zero's expression remained unchanged.It seems that every time I call Bellmode at night, the other party is either in the shower or on the way to take a shower.

"Why do you have time to contact me?"

"Can't you simply care about your sleep quality?"

"Thanks to you, I can sleep well once in a while."

"Did you follow what I told you to do?"

"Well..." Belmode smiled, noncommittal, "You are also for "that person", right? "

"also?"

"Just now, Gin Jiu also approached me. Don't worry too much, the other party is an expert in research, he can be regarded as taking Shirley's place, but the research direction seems to be different. No one knows about this except the boss."

"Even you don't know?"

"Of course I don't know."

Selectively ignoring the suddenly louder sound of water over there, Jiang Gu Ling changed another concern, "That guy has been in the United States before, right?"

"Being targeted by the FBI guys, going to Tokyo seems to be his own choice, maybe for some purpose, well, I don't know."

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Another day.

The temperature of the air conditioner was a bit high, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who woke up feeling thirsty, went to pour a glass of water first.At this time, there was a 'beep' sound from the door behind him, followed by the sound of turning the handle.

Those who can be on this floor, except Gojo Satoru, don't think about it.Zhong Yuanzhong didn't even look at it, the water glass in his hand flew across a beautiful parabola, and flew towards the face of the person at the door.

Gojo Wuxin caught it, took a sip, raised his eyebrows, "Sweet?"

Zhong Yuan looked at him like he was looking at a fool, "Ordinary purified water." Where's the sweetness?

"But it's really sweet, would you like to taste it?"

He was dubious, but still took it and took a sip.

"Is it really... sweet?"

Gojo Satoru raised his index finger and blinked his left eye, "Because I asked the waiter to add honey to the water."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

With an indescribable expression, "Are you already so idle?"

"Yeah, it's true, 24 hours a day is free after no work."

"Then let me go to work."

"So, if I go back to work, the meaning of letting Chuya replace me will be gone!"

"...Then what do you want to do?"

"Hmm..." Gojo Satoru pondered for a moment, then grinned, "I don't know!"

"roll."

"Well~ don't be angry. Anyway, before thinking about what to do with this time, let me work with Chuya first."

Gojo Satoru seems to be very talented in making people angry. He obviously didn't want to push the work to Chuya Nakahara, but now he said it as if he was kind enough to help him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed the center of his eyebrows and said, "It's up to you."

"Eh……?"

He clearly told the other party not to be angry, but when the boy really stopped being angry, Gojo Satoru showed a regretful expression instead.

Zhong Yuanzhong also put down the glass in his hand, leaned back on the back of the sofa, and did not look at him with lowered eyes, "So, what are you doing here?"

Gojo Satoru didn't answer right away, walked over and sat next to him, the sofa sank a lot, and Nakahara was slightly turned to that side, and the two of them were almost close to each other.

"This is it."

The phone screen stretched out in front of him, and Gojo Satoru also brought his face closer.

"Ginza?"

"Well. It's still a restaurant. After all, the curse master also needs to eat."

This is of course a joke. In a restaurant in Ginza, he noticed the filth left by the surgery. If it really belonged to "virtuoso", then his purpose is definitely not just to eat.

The premise is 'if'.

In other words... In a city as big as Tokyo, new curse spirits are born every day, and filth is not uncommon. Why is this piece of information sent to Gojo Satoru.

Zhongyuan Zhong also squinted his eyes, noncommittal about Wutiao Wutiao's behavior of false publicity and selfishness.

"Go?"

Gojo Wu resolutely said: "Go."

"We've known each other for so long, and I haven't been to Ginza with Chuya yet."

He pressed the phone off, and a smile spread across his mouth.