After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

Although he is the leader of the curse spirit party, the real person is not the final boss of the curse world.

It is always human beings who can really do things.

There was a seam on the forehead of the strange man, which was exactly the same as the one on the forehead of the villain who finally killed the real person in the comics.

That person is Yansuo, a warlock thousands of years ago.

Occupying other people's bodies by transplanting their brains and surviving to this day, they have the grand ideal of making all the people in Japan evolve into specific human beings. They also have a friendly nickname called Brain Flower.

Maybe it was the police colleague who helped stop him, and the real person who ran out of the three streets was pleasantly surprised to find that he had successfully got rid of the other party, or maybe Yan Suo was just a little interested in his technique.After all, he is a human being in the eyes of the other party, belonging to the conjurer's side.

Hackers hacked into the system of the cell phone of the person who is currently possessed to monitor his location, and told the real person that the person had been tracking him for a period of time after a brief contact with the police.

Because the system helped him erase the filth, he gave up after losing his trace.

It was also heard before that Yan Suo was disguised, or maybe his current body is a high-level professional, and explained the traces of the scene to the police.

[With the development of the times, the speed of human reproduction is inconceivably fast, and there are more and more spell spirits. It is an inevitable trend that the window monitoring cannot be carried out. The navigation really needs to be upgraded.But the important thing in comparison is——]

The system has become extremely serious since it hit the brain, and every electronic sound is rigid as if it is framed in a grid: [This time, the curse spirit has a high probability of being related to Yan Suo. ]

[And that's where... really serious vulnerabilities come in. ]

It's just that there is a problem with the navigation, and it can't accurately help the host avoid danger. Such accidents will happen occasionally.

The main system has a basic program called "Parallel Line" in the auxiliary leisure mode. The host and the original character are like two straight lines that will never overlap to ensure the synchronization rate of the host is stable.

The host meets the original villain, and that's the problem.

And it's not the first time this has happened.

When I met Gojo Satoru at the beginning, I could explain it because the system hadn’t been connected yet, but yesterday I met the dog curly thorns and the suture thread on the top of the head just now. If this continues, the original Jiu Jian is destined to enter the plot mode.

The ending of the role of the real person is death.

The system was so easy to talk about yesterday, except that it failed to discover that Belmode created the disguise | mask in time, which caused the host to fail to change his face, and it was more compensation for the failure to evade the possible accidents caused by the original characters.

The illegal operation just now is also part of the compensation.

The system is half-talking, and there is no time to explain the details to the real person: [I want to go back to the main system to screen for vulnerabilities, you...]

"I'll go to a shrine to pray."

The real person said with a numb expression.

The system fell silent for a moment, then helped him locate the shrine with the best online rating and the closest distance, and sent a link.

To be honest, it also felt that this host might have some problems in terms of luck. It was the first time that it doubted its own ability after taking over dozens of hosts, which was no longer considered a new system.

Masato sighed and walked into the subway to buy a ticket to go to the shrine.

He vaguely remembered that before the time travel, his luck was mediocre, and he could occasionally get another bottle, why is he so unlucky now, as if he was cursed.

...Wait, it's really possible.

The real person suddenly looked up at the sky, remembering that he used to hang out in various forums, and often cursed the villain curse spirit of Tma with everyone, and sent all kinds of vicious curses without hesitation.

Every day I asked if I died today.

Regret, regret now!

Who is not good at cosplay? Want to cosplay real people?

Across time and space, he raised his middle finger at the chief culprit who made him cosplay a real person.

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I bought ten omori at the shrine and put them close to my body, so I went to the Metropolitan Police Department to report.

I don’t know why the information doesn’t specify the unit he works for, but considering the context, Hatomi Sanada, who graduated from the police academy, cut off contact with the Kanagawa police family. In addition, the apartment prepared by the system is in Tokyo. It can also be guessed that he is in charge of public security in Tokyo, the capital of Japan. police department work.

The system originally intended for him to wait for his colleagues to contact him at home, but the fighting spirit couldn't sit still.

His clothes were stained in the previous battle, and Zhenren took the time to go to the clothing store to change a set.

He came to the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, typed a lot of drafts, had already figured out how he would say when he met an acquaintance, and walked in confidently.

Yushou seemed to have really worked. The first policeman who met him with a slightly thick body recognized him at a glance, and quickly stepped forward with a surprised expression: "It's you!"

The real person nodded and smiled, "Yes, it's me, I'm back."

The policeman motioned him to wait, and picked up the walkie-talkie hanging from his waist.

"Yes, the man has been found."

Listening to his report, the real person couldn't help feeling a little emotional: xx Sanada, look, there are so many people who care about you.

It's a pity that you can't see it anymore, but don't worry, I will inherit your will, take your share and live a good life, and continue to shine in the post of punishing rape and eliminating evil!

Which boy didn't dream of being a policeman when he was a child?He couldn't remember what major he studied before. He had already downloaded the textbooks of the police school, and he was going to let the system tutor him and try his best to do his best.

Soon the chubby policeman ended the call and looked at the real person again: "Mr. Makoto Ito, right?"

"…Um?"

"Come with me to the conference room and describe what happened."

"…Eh?"

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Finding that things were completely different from what he had imagined, the bewildered "Makoto Ito" was brought into an ordinary meeting room with two square tables lined up side by side, where several police officers were already sitting.

The leader is a middle-aged police officer who has put on a lot of weight, and is very familiar with the police department wearing orange clothes and hats. When they saw the door open and they walked in, they first said to the slightly fat policeman: "Chiba, go to the scene first."

Then the real person was seated and introduced himself.

The real person didn't hear what he said after he said his surname Mu Mu, looked at the person next to him, and smiled a little forcedly: "Could it be that you are..."

"Hmm!" The man with the mustache clenched his fist in front of his mouth and coughed twice, "Yes, I am the famous detective, Mori Kogoro himself!"

Mori Kogoro stood up suddenly, slapped the table heavily, and stared sharply at the real person: "Say! Are you the criminal in the case?"

"..."

Garbage guard, no use for fart, refund money!

The real person waved his hands and tried to explain, "I don't know what the case is, I'm here to work at the Metropolitan Police Department..."

Mori Kogoro sneered: "What nonsense, didn't you come to surrender? What's more, how could the Metropolitan Police Department accept you, a high school dropout who just came out of prison with bad records."

This was a bit too much, Police Officer Meguro shook his beard and warned: "Detective Maori!"

Real person: "???"

He sat there for a while, slowly raised his hand, and pointed his index finger at himself.

"You...don't know me?"

The few people on the opposite side didn't understand why he asked such a question, and shook their heads one after another.

"..."

What went wrong?

The real person kept calling the system in his mind, but he never got a response. He went to the main system to screen for loopholes and didn’t know when he would come back. Could it be that he was about to cry behind bars in prison?

Suddenly he felt a little cold at the corner of his mouth.

I reached out and touched it and found it was saliva.

It's strange, after becoming a curse, it doesn't need to eat, and it's still secreted so fast for the first time.

"Big brother, where is he at six o'clock this morning?" Suddenly a childish voice came from beside him.

The real person blinked and looked down.

In an instant, it is like a traveler who has been trapped in the desert for many days and meets an oasis, like a hungry wolf seeing a flock of sheep, drooling so much that it can't be controlled.