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

The first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds, and the moon gradually sank into the sky.

The early morning at Sanada House was kicked off by the sound of rhythmic airflow.

The snowy owl from the nearby shrine dojo flew over on time, grabbed the branches with the soles of its feet and landed, watching the children below with its round eyes.

The black hair was tied into a small tug at the back of his head, and the child swung the knife tirelessly repeatedly. The sweat dripping from the corner of his forehead could not affect his concentration, and his movements had begun to show momentum.

After counting the last stroke silently in my heart, I retracted the knife in a dignified manner.

The boy had a composure unlike his age, and only after finishing the work did he look at the animal on the height that had been watching him.

The idea of ​​climbing a tree was not born.

Instead, with a stern face, he nodded.

The snowy owl named Feng seemed to understand that this should be a greeting, and responded with a characteristic high-pitched cry.

After all, he is only three or four years old. The homework assigned by his great-grandfather is mainly to develop good habits, which will not affect normal growth and development. He rests in place for a while, and is about to go back to the house to wash his hands and eat.

Suddenly, I noticed that a shoji door under the corridor on one side, which was always closed, was half open today.

I remembered whose room it was, reacted, and walked over there.

Stopped at the door to see the situation inside the house, and found that the other party was sleeping at home last night.

The long hair was spread randomly on the pillow and the bed, and the sleeping position of the young man was not very honest, with one arm resting on the back of the head, the sound of long breathing was very shallow, and there was no sign of waking up while facing up.

When I visited the grave, I saw this face appear on the tombstone.

Sanada Takuma held on to the door frame. He was still young and hadn't understood the concept of life and death. To him, the blue-haired youth was only rarely seen, so he was not considered a familiar elder.

At this time, the snowy owl also saw the sleeping humans, and flapped its wings and flew towards the house in order to avenge the hatred of these years.

The boy tried to stop him, but his hands and feet were still too short.

He could only watch helplessly as the white shadow swept past his head and entered the room.

Then the sound of birds struggling quickly resounded over the courtyard.

"……It is you."

The moment the air current approached, the young man reacted vigilantly, raised his hand and grabbed the sneak attacking creature.

After opening his eyes, he was sober that he didn't seem to have just woken up. He squeezed it twice and looked at the child at the door: "Tuozhen, good morning."

The snowy owl struggled to escape immediately after the human's reckless efforts were relieved.

Sanada Takuma had no expression on his face, and plucked the feathers that fluttered when the wind flew past his head.

"Good morning, third grandpa."

"Well... I want to ask you something."

Still unable to accept this title with a normal heart, Sanada Hatojian put on a coat and asked the young son of the sage to sit with him in the courtyard for a while, chatting about what happened at home recently.

The child seemed to be a young adult, and there were no obstacles in daily conversations.

Not long after, Zaoji came over on clogs.

From a distance, she saw one big and one small sitting on the veranda, and the bright colors in the stone jars on the side caught her attention. When she got closer, she realized that it was an unknown species of plant.

The stems are very bare with only a few leaves hanging on them. They are inserted into the silt in the water. It is hard to imagine how they are supported. It looks like heavy and huge flowers from above.

"See you, what is this?"

Although it has been transplanted into the water, it does not look like aquatic.

The touch feels unreal, too stiff and flexible.

"A friend gave it to me before. It's very easy to grow without fertilizing." Sanada Jiu couldn't help saying when he saw Ninja, without exposing Zaoji's wonder that it was actually a fake flower.

I went home last night and found a few low-level curse spirits. After expelling them, I thought about it and kept them in the lattice warehouse. I took out the flower that Huayu gave me and placed it like this.

Maybe Huayu didn't think too much about it when it was made, but it was very attentive, so this is actually the mind formed by the magic power catalyzing the plant, which contains a lot of magic power, and it can be regarded as a magic tool.

While it can play the role of avoiding other curse spirits, the biggest advantage is that it is close to nature and will not have any negative impact on human beings.

Seeing that Sanada Jiujian cherishes him so much, Zaoji can only promise to take good care of him.

After washing and changing clothes, it is not yet seven o'clock.

The blue-haired young man combed his hair, and when he went to have breakfast, he ran into his nephew who was currently in high school.

Genichiro Sanada was going to participate in the morning practice of the school tennis club, so he only had time to say hello, "Uncle."

"Be careful on the road."

Sanada Hatomi waved and sat down to the right of his father Genemon.

He had already confessed by himself last night that he now has the spell, so he has the confidence to obtain information alone. If there is a channel to use the license, it will be approved soon, so don't worry.

After Wu Yan finished eating, Sanada Jiujian helped Zaoji clean up the table.

I saw my father take out a transparent evidence bag and push it to him, and there was something familiar in it.

"The tomb has already been opened, and there is only this inside."

"Um……"

Hatomi Sanada picked it up and held it in his hand. He carefully watched the things that had been with him for many years and were endowed with different meanings. He felt emotional and recalled his youthful years.

Genemon Sanada didn't ask where the missing body was, and soon his subordinates came to pick him up and take him to the police station.

Tuozhen's mother worked in a financial company, and Zaoji and the old nanny usually did the housework. The young man helped wash the dishes, and then went out.

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He was temporarily dismissed by the police for disobeying orders.

Sanada Hatomi conveyed his thoughts to his superiors, and the application to continue working in the Metropolitan Police Department was quickly approved, but the job arrangement still needs to be adjusted.

So these two days before he came down from his new position, he had no work as a holiday.

Although he didn't tell the police superiors that he had the technique, Wutiaowu's certificate would be approved, and the data would be entered into the library.

With the prepared sacrifices, Sanada Hatomi drove to the cemetery, where the second brother Sanada Takuya was buried.

The tomb next to him has been dismantled and is now empty.

The blue-haired young man leaned over to wipe the tombstone, the ring on his wrist swayed with the movement, and the wind rustled through the leaves.

Suddenly, the small map showed a special spot of light approaching.

Sanada Hato turned around in surprise, and saw the short-haired black boy with agitated expression who quickly stepped forward and stopped behind him, hesitating and not knowing how to say hello.Between teenagers and young adults, the body has gradually developed.

There is also a visible scar on the forehead, which has faded over time.

Clenching his fists and showing his best appearance, his eyes are bright as if there are lights flickering.

"Mr. Sanada—"

Seeing the young man in a hurry, it should be that when he went to the Sanada family dojo, he heard the news that he was not dead and had returned, and then found Sanada house, the itinerary told by Saki.

Sanada Hato saw that he did not expect to meet the other party here, and seeing that he was living a good life now, he couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed.

Wuwei Transformation's ability to see other people's souls is passive, and suddenly feels that in the body of the person in front of him, the soul on the other side, which should be unfamiliar, has an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy.

Sanada Hato was stunned for a few seconds before looking away.

He smiled, "I'm very happy, Yoshino-kun."

Unexpectedly, Sanada Hatomi still remembered himself, and Yoshino Junpei was a little incoherent.

"That time... really thanks to you!"

Patting the young man on the shoulder, he could feel the solidity of his well-trained body under the clothes. Sanada Hatomi squeezed the muscles in his arms to make a rough judgment on his physical condition.

"Practice well."

He motioned for Yoshino Junpei, whose ears turned red when he heard the praise, to walk aside, "You should have a lot to say to me?"

"um, yes."

"Don't be so nervous, I heard that you are studying at the Police Academy of the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Because I really want to be as good as you!"

Yoshino Junpei showed a shy side, and found that Sanada Hatomi had been looking at him with gentle eyes, and gradually let go: "Many of your cases have been included in the textbooks, it is really good, especially the demolition of explosives | aspect."

Hearing what he said, Sanada Jiu scratched his cheek, but felt embarrassed.

After walking along the tree-lined road for a few minutes, we arrived at the anti-fall facility at the end that separates the cliff from the sea.

Turning downhill, there is a slightly narrow staircase.

Sanada Hato saw the man in the sand-colored windbreaker who was coming towards them, heading in the opposite direction, without pausing, as if he had never seen him before, passing him calmly.

Climbing up the stairs, after reaching the highest step, the man with a bandage around his neck can be seen turning his head sideways.

Osamu Dazai has an impression of the blue-haired man.

He met once in a certain incident, and the identity he was interested in investigating afterwards was not easy. Although he was a high-level police officer on the surface, but actually had a lot to do with some evil forces, these could not confuse him.

Osamu Dazai knew he should be a police officer.

Not long after, there was an extra piece of land for him in the cemetery...

Passing somewhere on a detour, I stopped humming the martyrdom song, and confirmed that the tombstone of Sanada's surname was missing.

"Fake death, really capable."

Osamu Dazai quickly put this insignificant episode behind him, and came to a destination that was located alone in a corner of the cemetery.

Sitting on the ground with the back to the tombstone, looking up at the mottled sunlight falling through the layers of branches and leaves.

For a long time, the wind blew a somewhat distorted murmur.

"Recently, a newcomer came to the detective agency, very similar to you, Odasaku."

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Hatomi Sanada exchanged contact information with Junpei Yoshino, looking forward to the day when he graduated and came to the Metropolitan Police Department.

At noon this day, he went home and undertook the work of preparing lunch. Zao Ji was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he gave the greatest recognition to his cooking skills, and no longer worried that he could not take care of himself alone.

Sanada Genemon, who was going to deal with it casually, also made time to come back.

During the lunch break, he played chess with his father, and received a call from Gojo Satoru not long after.

It seems that the documents have been processed, and the speed is very fast in less than 24 hours.

Amidst the criticisms from his father who hadn't improved after so long, Sanada Hato finally found an excuse to escape with a smirk, and went back to the room to connect: "Is it done?"

"uh-huh."

Gojo Satoru's tone was full of complacency, "When are you coming to get it?"

Originally, I wanted to say send it over, but the logistics here is not very convenient, so I said: "Let's make an appointment to meet at a place."

Thinking of something, Hatomi Sanada deliberately added: "I can treat you to dessert."

Ignoring that he had solved a pack of great blessings before the finals yesterday, the strongest conjurer casually said sincerely: "I don't have much appetite recently, and I still feel a little uncomfortable. You should come to the conjuration college for a visit."

He coughed twice at the end.

Without waiting for the slightly twitched Sanada Hato to say something, "That's it, I'll wait for you."

beep...

Hatomi Sanada looked at the mobile phone that was hung up and returned to the desktop, and then called back to indicate that the phone was turned off.

"This guy!"

I can only go to the High School of Conjuration.

I am also a little curious about the world of conjuration after the reform of the system. Hatomi Sanada is not against going to the high school of conjuration. If the premise of being called by Gojo Satoru is added, it will be inexplicably uncomfortable.

Sit in the car and turn on the light-screen navigation, and follow the guidance to drive on the road.

An hour later, the private car with superior performance suddenly stopped in front of the suspected temple, but the plaque read the school building.

The blue-haired young man got down, slammed the car door and walked up to someone who was leaning on one side, and said angrily, "You're the one who has a lot to do."

Gojo Satoru didn't look a little unwell, he threw the certificate he was playing with to the other party, and pointed at the door behind him.

"It's all here, come in and have a seat?"

Sanada Jiujian glanced at the proof in his hand and raised his chin.

"lead the way."