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

I called and turned off the phone earlier, but the message disappeared, presumably it was blocked.

Gojo Satoru also had someone check this number, but they didn't get the desired result, it was as blank as a piece of white paper just registered.That super magic spirit is smarter than imagined, and understands the rules and technologies of the human world better.

Later, he hired someone to send a provocative message and there was no response, so he gave up this clue. He didn't expect to get such a surprise when he came back from a business trip after such a long time.

The bombardment of text messages is not over yet, maintaining a steady frequency of one message per second.

Gojo Satoru casually clicked on the one that just popped up.

【Curse: Say hello to the blood clot in your brain for me:)】

"Oh." This curse does not seem to be low in intelligence, but it is a bit naive.

Gojo Satoru's selective amnesia was the first move by himself.

I made a phone call and was rejected in less than ten seconds.

Looking at the text messages that made the phone vibrate uninterruptedly, Gojo Satoru pulled off the bathrobe and put it on, walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom, opened the bedside table and took out a spare phone at random, in order to verify what the hacker asked the hacker to check the location of the number.

Soon the hackers had the result, targeting the Bermuda Triangle.

"..."

Although it's just a suspicion, it's very likely that someone else is behind this curse.

Under the flyover where the cold moonlight can't reach, the real person's side.

He was exchanging information with Toru Amuro when suddenly the system told him that Gojo Satoru had called him.

[Hang up, keep swiping, see if I don't annoy him to death! ]

After a while, the system reported again: [Wujo Wu sent you back a text message. ]

Because the lattice warehouse space is isolated from the outside world, the real person did not bring the mobile phone with him, and put it at home connected to the charger to prevent it from running out of power after sending text messages for a long time.

With a conscious move, he pulled out the light screen, and was about to say to project the screen of his phone on it, when the system thoughtfully did so.

[Teacher Wutiao: If you have the guts to come find me at the High School of Conjuration]

On the text message interface, the note on the top is still the same as it was before it was blacked out. The name brought back bad memories. The real person’s eyes twitched and the system changed it for him. After a few seconds, he received five Wu Wu next text messages.

[Unethical teacher: I am waiting for you at the gate (provocative hook finger.jpg)]

Taking advantage of the darkness under the bridge hole, the real person twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly: [There is no need to send text messages, it's more enjoyable to connect in person. ]

If it weren't for Toru Amuro being beside him in this situation, he really wanted to roll up his sleeves to boost morale.

[Curse: Why should I go there?You have the ability to come along the network cable to exterminate me! 】

[Unethical Teacher: Come here to satisfy you, send me the address. 】

[Curse: Do you think I'm a fool? 】

[Unethical teacher: Hey, isn't it. 】

[Curse: No character!poor! 】

[Curse: A psychopath with a bad personality! 】

[Curse: Abnormal!A wretched boy in a student skirt! 】

[Unethical teacher:? ? ? 】

After being quiet for half a minute, the unethical teacher seemed to have organized his words and began to confront him passionately.

...

Amuro finished explaining the important information he had collected in the black organization for many years, and talked about another thing he cared about: "Bermod has been investigating you behind your back, be careful..."

Sensing the change in the aura of the people around him, Toru Amuro frowned and asked.

"Sanada, did something happen between you and Belmode?"

They had exchanged each other's real names just now.

These words finally brought the real person's attention back from the online fight to the reality. The system had told him before that Belmode was checking him, and he also helped to disguise the information. He didn't want to hear that name and just ignored it.

The real person clenched his fist and put it in front of his lips, coughing softly: "It's not an important matter."

Of course, the black history of being a cowherd must be covered up with all efforts!

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It's time to go to bed.

Conan had been troubled by what happened in the coffee shop during the day, until he lay down in bed and finally remembered who the person wearing the mask and hat might be, and immediately sat up.

A famous detective who borrowed from his childhood sweetheart's prospective girlfriend's house slept in his father-in-law's room on the floor. Mori Kogoro just entered the room after taking a shower, and was startled by him.

Listening to Mori Kogoro's snoring, Edogawa Conan pinched his chin in thought.

That person's voice was very familiar. Although the voice was deliberately lowered through the mask, it was not difficult for Conan, who had an absolute sense of pitch, to recognize it.

The witness who happened to meet in the previous case remembered that his name was Makoto Ito.

He still had a fresh memory of that case due to the involvement of anomalous existence.

The other party’s testimony before was all correct, except for the inexplicable as if he was allergic to something on him, there was nothing suspicious. Originally, after the case was over, Conan wanted to ask him to learn more about the monster, but unfortunately the other party signed a non-disclosure agreement and quickly left. .

Conan Edogawa recalled what happened in the Polo coffee shop downstairs during the day. Although he couldn't see his mouth moving while wearing a mask, the scene should be what Makoto Ito said, and Toru Amuro accidentally knocked over the dinner plate.

Moreover, Ito Makoto's movement of catching the cup afterwards was so agile that ordinary people can't do it.

Makoto Ito and Toru Amuro, is there any connection between them...

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I don't know what the good detective has discovered with the clues.

No sleep for one night.

Going home after meeting Toru Amuro, Masato picked up his phone and played against Gojo Satoru all night.

It wasn't until after six o'clock the next morning that I received a text message from Gin Jiu.

【Curse: I went to work (manual goodbye.jpg)】

[Unethical teacher: Which company recruits the curse spirit? 】

[Unethical teacher: how much is the daily salary, how about I hire you a hundred times. 】

[Curse: Then you may destroy the Wutiao family. 】

Afterwards, the unethical teacher sent a few messages questioning the stereotypes. The real person threw the hot mobile phone into the grid warehouse to cool down, went to the bathroom to change clothes and wash, and then drove to the location notified by Gin.

The location was the organization stronghold where the suitcase was submitted the day before yesterday, and the real person entered with a familiar face.

Go directly to the shooting range on the bottom floor, where Gin should maintain his firearms.

This is the core area of ​​the organization's stronghold. After the real person entered the password and the soundproof door opened, the continuous gunshots in the huge basement carried the smell of gunpowder.

The real person walked in without pausing, and the door closed automatically behind him.

After firing a box of bullets, Gin stopped pulling the trigger to change ammunition, and the shooting range returned to a brief silence.

The real person walked behind him, and saw that the red circle in the center of the target 45 meters ahead had been cut off, and the wall covering behind it had been completely hollowed out.

Qin Jiu didn't continue to shoot, but turned around and pointed the gun at the real person.

"The boss gave you the name of the wine."

The real person paused.

Knowing that the physical and chemical attacks of ordinary humans can't cause harm to him, the experience is more and more developed towards the game. He didn't feel the killing intent from Qin Jiu, he hesitated because he didn't know how to answer.

After confronting Gojo Satoru for a long time, he won't be able to adjust for a while.

How long has he been with the winery, has it been two months?

The speed of promotion is too fast, so the real person has the illusion that Gin valued him and trusted him...

It's a pity that Gin usually doesn't talk much, and the system can't monitor what he thinks.

The eyes were a little dry after staring for a long time, the real person was not shocked by honor or disgrace, he blinked calmly, his eyes moved down to the gun in Qin Jiu's hand, and then he saw the muzzle of the gun turned to the ground, making a movement for him to take it .

Gin got out of the way and tapped the side button to change the target: "Play a group."

When the real person took the gun, he felt flattered.

He aimed as he said, and then [press 1 to use the right hand weapon].

After consecutive gunshots, the trajectories of all the bullets almost overlapped and passed through the bullseye that was only a circle bigger than a coin.

After using it, the real person was immediately surprised by the feel: [This gun——]

The system can only recognize this military gun with a caliber of 0.45ACP, [it should be a semi-automatic pistol modified by myself, with excellent performance. ]

[Is this a promotion gift...]

The real person looked at Qin Jiu without a word, and suddenly felt that he was really miserable.

Although Qin Jiu didn't say it directly, he did give him the gun.

"Cointreau, treau."

The silver-haired killer's sharp eyes fell on the young man with blue hair tied into a ponytail, "This is your wine name."

"Yes."

The new core member of the organization held a gun in his hand, and responded somewhat jerky.

The system pops up an introduction for hosts who don't understand wine.

[Cointreau liqueur. ]

[Alcohol concentration 40%, belongs to fruit liqueur. ]

[The color is crystal clear, Cointreau is actually a brand, a type of liqueur.Cointreau orange was created by Adolf of France in the early 18th century... The brewing material is an uncommon blue-colored orange-like fruit...]*

The real person stared at the name of his freshly baked wine, and said to the system seriously.

[I don't think this wine name is worthy of my heroic figure. ]