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

[Victory! 】

[Congratulations to player Holy Sword Judge for defeating player Ji in the duel! 】

Gojo Satoru suddenly disconnected at the same place, and the PK automatically judged that the real person won.

When the game jumped out of the settlement interface, the head portrait of the female magician had already dimmed. Naturally, this was invincible. The real person threw the game aside and picked up his mobile phone, sending a text message asking him if he disconnected the Internet on purpose because of the bad situation.

The system is remotely monitoring over there, so that the host will stop typing in vain.

[The principal of the Tokyo Conjuration College, Yamo Zhengdao, went to Gojo Satoru. ]

The real person snorted: "It really doesn't have the spirit of e-sports, if you say you are offline, you will be offline."

The system calmly narrated what happened, [The game console was crushed by the nocturnal moth Zhengdao, you just sent a text message, Gojo Satoru tried to explain but it became more and more black and white, and now the phone is also useless. ]

"..."

After the brain processed this piece of information, the real person couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Can't wait to ask: "Is there a fight?"

[He fights. ]

The system uses other equipment in the room, although listening to the sound is the lesson of Noctuid Righteous unilateral shot.

The real person laughed for a while before he stopped, the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed, he picked up the game again, exited the arena and clicked into the instance, just reached level 20, he went to PK a lot of skills that he hadn’t learned yet, so let’s upgrade now, next time he’s done torturing that back German teacher!

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The Black Organization is an international criminal organization with influence all over the world. Over the years, it has also gained a place in the food, pharmaceutical, Internet, and even fashion and entertainment industries, and many companies worthy of its name are in its hands.

It is not easy to uproot this cancerous tumor that has spread to the root system. There are two or three strongholds of the organization in Tokyo alone.

The internal mechanism pulled the dusty metal door up, and walked out from the warehouse of a certain stronghold. It seemed that the woman with a perfect figure wrapped in a dress should not appear in this aisle that was not cleaned.

The woman brought something out of the warehouse, and there was an empty syringe in the transparent evidence bag in her hand.

This person is Belmode, the Witch of Thousand Faces, who failed to follow Makoto Ito during the day, and obviously did not let her give up.

On the contrary, this head-to-head confrontation further confirmed that her intuition was correct.

There is a big problem behind Makoto Ito.

Being able to easily gain the trust of the third leader of the winery is far more unfathomable than she thought.

Her vigilance and skill are far superior to hers. How could such a person be put down by a glass of red wine with sleeping pills?

It should have been as early as at the entrance of the Cowherd's shop, when the blonde insisted on ordering the novice who looked easy to manipulate, she had discovered that the other party had other goals, which was in line with Gin Jiu's recognition and evaluation of his strength.

or……

That day, Makoto Ito actually used his tricks, and Belmode himself was not the only one who had plans.

The woman pinched the weightless plastic product in her hand, touched her upper and lower red lips lightly, "treau..."

She will catch the secrets hidden by the celebrity in front of Gin.

On the day of the cruise ship mission, the last thing to return to the abandoned factory to clear the traces was gin. In addition to the murderous and quick-witted former servant vodka, Belmode asked all of his brains from him, because the safe was very valuable. Come in handy.

I came to look for it by chance, but I forgot to clean up the vodka inside.

Regarding Ito Makoto's remarks, the few names he reported, the results of the investigation by the prison have already come out.

They even sent people to prison to inquire in person, and there was no problem with it.

Of course, Belmode doesn't doubt Gin's means. She believes that Makoto Ito is indeed a real person, but she has doubts about whether this person in the current organization is the same person as the "Makoto Ito" who was illiterate and incapable of fighting and fighting since childhood. A little puzzled.

And this verification is actually quite simple.

As a repeat offender who has been in prison many times, DNA data and fingerprints must have been recorded at the police station.

They must be cautious in this line of work. Most of them maintain the good habit of wearing gloves when they go out on missions. Fingerprints are more difficult to obtain.

During this period of time, Belmode has been trying to get Makoto Ito's DNA, and even took the risk of turning over the antique Porsche. Who knows that his hair is too fine to be troubled by hair loss at all.

Mingming stays up late with gin every day.

During the day, I originally planned to follow up and take the opportunity to obtain it, but I didn't have a chance to approach it before being found and strangled.

There is a research institute capable of verification in this stronghold. It originally belonged to the missing scientist Sherry, who betrayed the organization. It was not too early and Belmode was too lazy to change places.

Hope Makoto Ito can extract what she wants from this syringe that Makoto used.

After giving the things to the researcher, Belmode waited outside.

But the door opened much faster than expected, definitely not more than 10 minutes.

"Only two and a half fingerprints have been extracted, and they have been sent to you."

"But the other thing...sorry."

The researcher who was woken up in the middle of sleep said he couldn't do the job.

Belmode frowned and asked, "Is the blood contaminated with poison?"

The researcher shook his head, wondering: "There is no blood on it at all, and there is no trace of blood detected by the luminol reaction."

Belmode opened his eyes wide in surprise, and a guess was instantly connected in her brain, the light and shadow in her eyes flickered, and the heavy makeup couldn't cover the change of her face.

She suddenly remembered that day on the second floor of the bar sealed by the police, the mysterious man who tore off his mask ignored the bullets, and when he went to the scene later, he did not find any traces of blood or cleaning on the ground.

Although there was an accident in that mission that I learned about the monster "curse" afterwards, it was a world that most of the gifted people had no chance to live in.

What Belmode cared more about was what the person who tore off her disguise|mask and whose identity was still unknown wanted to hide it.

She suspected that it might not be a human being, but now she has a bold guess——

That person is Ito Makoto.

I don't know what kind of magic technique has deceived everyone's eyes, and she has superb acting skills that she can't see through.

—

—

[Stop playing, something went wrong. ]

The system electronic sound suddenly sounded.

The real person was still leveling up in the dungeon, so he glanced at the upper left corner upon hearing this.

"What happened?" It's [-]:[-], I'm sleeping at this point, what could happen?

Just like getting an agent card at the beginning of the game, the system knows the host's unlucky physique, and usually separates multiple lines to keep an eye on the six directions to help him avoid many dangers. It is also behind the investigation of the winery and Bellmode.

During this period of time, Absinthe has not given up on investigating Ito Makoto. I don't know when he suspected that Ito Makoto was not the person in the data.

Makoto Ito originally had someone in his vest, but after being selected by the police, his sentence was commuted and he was sent abroad. Later, he was replaced by XX Sanada to perform undercover tasks. After the system filled in the vacancies, it was almost perfect.

Even the system has to admit that a woman's intuition is indeed terrifying.

[Belmode took the syringe you used to inject the poison to the laboratory. ]

"It's her again..."

The real person choked on his breath, and quickly tapped the skill button twice on the phone.

Seeing that he is still interested in playing games, the system may not realize the problem.

[I can't change the reality, and I can't manipulate the result, because there is no blood detected on it at all, and the blood of the curse spirit has already turned into magic power and dissipated shortly after leaving the body. ]

As long as it is entered into the machine, it can be rewritten, just like the measured fingerprints are immediately replaced in the police database.

But the host species is a curse spirit, and the parts that are separated from the body will automatically decompose and disappear, and Belmode has taken a fancy to the syringe that may not be able to get useful blood.

The real person took time out of the game to think for two seconds, and the character stopped where he was and was cut off with half a tube of blood.

"Will Absinthe make a point of that?"

[90.00% chance, she can't wait to get hold of you. ]

The real man pondered, and stretched out the tip of his tongue to moisten his lower lip.

His finger fell back on the button again, and he operated again with concentration. The character swung his sword and hacked to death the surrounding mobs. He said confidently:

"I don't think Gin can be trusted, just kill him and just admit it!"

It's been so long, and there is no mark on the syringe which one it is.

[......]

The system felt that he was a little swollen, looked at the game through his eyes for a while, and gave a solution before Belmode made other actions in a short silence.

Said persuasively: [Actually, you can threaten her...]

The real person quickly played a series of combos.

"You mean..."

System: [Yes, use what she cares most about—]

"Ah, wait a minute! The boss is finally opened!"

[......]

md, this is disappointing.

Snapped.

The light in the living room suddenly went out, and the game interface also popped up the loading interface due to the disconnection of the network.

The real person used the limit of hand speed to decisively cut off the traffic, but a notice of network failure popped up.

He was stunned for a moment, and tilted his head to look out through the half-drawn curtains. The neon lights were still flickering, and there were still several night owls in the opposite building that had not turned off the lights. He finally realized.

"Did you pull the main brake of the system!"

The real person wronged and complained, "I still disconnected from my Internet!"

[you should go to bed. ]

What answered him was the electronic sound of the system without the slightest ups and downs.

This familiar sentence made the real person feel like he wanted to be a fucker, and he immediately got goosebumps.

Inexplicably, the system could be heard to be angry from the narrative sentence. The real person put down the game reluctantly, and unconsciously corrected his weak sitting posture on the sofa: "I'm sorry I was wrong, call Belmode now..."

[no need. ]

—

Just two minutes and five seconds after Belmode discovered the blind spot, she was still thinking about this shocking discovery when suddenly her phone rang.

The default ringtone is in the quiet corridor of the research institute at night, combined with the lights that only come on every few days, it inexplicably renders the atmosphere of a horror movie.

The woman's first reaction was that the researcher with dark circles on his face and yawning leaning against the cold white wall rang, because she clearly remembered that her phone was in silent mode.

But the direction from which the sound came from was impossible to ignore.

Belmode took out his mobile phone and saw an unknown number on it.

The timing of this call was too subtle.

Swiping his thumb across the screen, he indicated that the researcher could leave. After connecting, Belmode seamlessly switched to the slightly shrill male voice of the researcher just now, and asked impatiently who it was with a sleepy thick nasal voice.

"Ah……"

There was a familiar chuckle from there.

"It's me, Vermouth."

When calling her name, imitate her tone of pronunciation.

Belmode felt chilly in the height of summer.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Aren't you very interested in me and have been investigating me?" Makoto Ito's voice came out of the phone harshly, and there was no trace of his previous reticence, coldness or youthful shyness.

Belmode was speechless for a while, thinking about what was going on with an ugly face. She just got the key clue, did she put eyeliner in the stronghold?

I haven't heard a response for a long time, and the young man over there suddenly became impatient.

"Hey talk."

"The tail that has been attached to the back is really annoying. It will be very hard not to kill you. Don't burden me any more."

Invisible oppressive feeling Belmode breathed slowly, and resumed her original note. The first note she said at the beginning was a little breathless, and she was surprised that she was showing timidity.

Immediately adjusted her state and jokingly said: "This is your true face, Gin must have never imagined that everything displayed by his trusted subordinates is just a disguise." She had previously speculated that Makoto Ito had misophobia, but now hearing the tone of the other party, she just felt that like a joke.

It's not without surprises, at least this phone call can prove that she is in the right direction and has indeed caught Makoto Ito's tail.

Makoto Ito was not controlled by others at all, and his words were full of ridicule.

"Haven't you seen the situation clearly, how stupid!"

The young man chuckled a few times: "I can now hold the head of your dear silver bullet to see you."

"His real name is Kudo Shinto, right? Since APTX4869 has become smaller, I should have found the right person. Of course, please rest assured, I will not forget to send your angel on the road together."

The threatening tone was cold, with an inorganic coldness.

Belmode suddenly seemed to be strangled by the throat, unable to breathe.

Makoto Ito, who has taken off his disguise, looks like a barely restrained lunatic.

It took her a while to find her own voice: "...I see, what do you want me to do?"

Ito Makoto suddenly softened as if bewitched, and said with satisfaction.

"Don't hinder me, be an obedient boy."

—

"Huh? Why... I really don't want to play anymore."

In order to prove himself, the real person pushed the game to the coffee table.

The electronic voice didn't reply for a long time, he was a little overwhelmed, and called a few more times: "System?"

The electronic sound is finally online: [It has been resolved. ]

"Do not be angry……"

When the real person organized his self-examination, he suddenly got stuck, "Solved?"

[I called Absinthe and threatened Edogawa Conan, she will not trouble you again, and the call records of both parties have also been deleted. ]

The system said to help him turn on the lights in the bedroom to guide him.

[You can sleep peacefully now. ]

Reality: "..."