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

Shinkansen bound for Sendai.

This case must have something to do with the curse. The real person held his mobile phone to check the horrific and weird urban legends in the local informal news reports, hoping to find clues to the criminal's purpose.

He can't keep his focus, though.

Reading the ghostly, bloody and nameless female corpse, but the constant secretion of saliva made him feel like a pervert.

Masato was sitting next to Police Officer Megure, separated by a white half-meter-wide table, opposite Mori Kogoro and Edogawa Conan who insisted on keeping up with the car.

The one-and-a-half-hour journey was coming to an end. After roughly going through it, I couldn’t find the keywords I cared about, so I simply ignored it. The boy with glasses slanted forward smiled brightly when he put down his phone and glanced over. —

Then I heard him ask: "What did Brother Sanada do before?"

The famous detective had some new idea, and suddenly approached the real person again, asking riddles several times along the way.

All the questions I asked before were childish. In order to prevent the saliva from bursting, the real person nodded and shook his head or ignored him without opening his mouth. We all know that "Sanada Hatomi" has a cold personality and doesn't like children. No one finds it strange.

But when it comes to this, other criminal police colleagues also pay attention to it intentionally or unintentionally, and are quite curious.

"..."

When Edogawa asked the bottom line like this, the real man's playful heart suddenly came up.

With a strand of unruly long hair hanging on his shoulders, he closed his eyes and pondered for two seconds.

Open the dead eyes that seem to be unable to see a ray of light under the facial paralysis program again and look at the past, learning to organize the three-handed gin to look at suspected traitor members, more like looking at corpses. cold sweat.

For a moment, it was as if all the secrets were seen through the perspective, and Conan Edogawa suddenly rang the alarm.

He saw Sanada Hatomi slowly move the corners of his mouth, and his inorganic eyes turned to this side inexplicably, and then moved away quickly.

"With the man in black."

This answer made Edogawa Conan smart, knowing that this was the other party's suspicion and temptation, he clenched his fists to hide his nervousness, so as not to expose other people behind him to be in danger.

The high school student detective whose real name is Kudo Shinichi gave up continuing to investigate, and pretended to guess naively: "Is it a bodyguard?"

That's what other people thought of first, too.

The real person said nonsense in a serious manner: "Insurance sales."

He thought his cold joke was very humorous, but unfortunately the live effect was not very good.

Edogawa Conan: "..."

Who would believe that a salesman is so good at dismantling bombs?

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According to the school archives, the Psychic Research Club of XX Fifth High School in Miyagi Prefecture was only three years old 20 years ago, and it was soon closed due to insufficient graduates in the senior grades.

There were a total of seven members. Some chose to stay here after graduating from high school, and some went to other places to develop.

Excluding the three who had died, the remaining few were all in Sendai recently by coincidence.

After arriving in Sendai City, the local police told them bad news.

When I was notified and sent someone to look for and protect the four people, I found that a woman named Mizuho Kasahara had fallen from the balcony of her tenth-floor home and died. Her original name was Mizuho Tsuchiya and she changed her surname with her husband after marriage. The younger sister of the Tsuchiya man.

Perhaps because of the urgency of time, and the successive news from Tokyo made the victim vigilant, some traces of pushing and struggling at the scene were not eliminated.

The detectives were well aware that someone was killing people right under their noses.

When searching Kasahara Mizuho's room, he accidentally found a box full of precious jewelry from under the bedroom bed.

Mizuho Kasahara worked in a clothing store of a certain brand. After verification, she stole all of these while the customers were changing clothes. Like the previous cases, the deceased was charged with a certain crime.

And this time, the crime scene was also clean and there was no curse.

The corpse's left little finger was indeed missing.

However, according to the reaction of life, it can be determined that the finger was cut off before death, which may be a necessary condition for the magic power around it to be empty.

This is also evidenced by the dripping blood on the balcony floor.

Recalling the state of Tsuchiya's corpse and comparing it with the corpse in front of him, Masato recalled the repeated obsession with the curse spirit in Matsuyama house that had probably been exorcised by the magician at this moment, and seemed to understand what standards and rules the prisoner followed to commit the crime.

"What about the rest?"

"They're all in the conference room of the police station."

The prisoner was a cautious and bold man who left little evidence.

When the police were about to find him, he still dared to implement the plan again, and he was able to escape without leaving any evidence, which made Zhenren a little worried whether the other party had other helpers?

I don't know what the black hand behind the scenes is planning for many years, but the one on the roof can only have two levels. It is certain that if the criminal succeeds in his purpose, there will definitely be a powerful curse of level one or above.

"Separate them in different rooms, don't let them have the opportunity to come into contact, and send police officers to protect them when they go in and out."

The investigation was faintly led by him. After the real person gave instructions, he did not go to the police station with Officer Mumu to ask for a statement. He had some conjectures that had to be verified.

I took a taxi and reported the address and asked the driver to take me there. The locals are familiar with the road faster than looking at the navigation.

Ten minutes later, the real person opened the car door and walked out.

The two teaching buildings, one in front and one in the back, should have been renovated in recent years. The light-colored wall paint is very white and clean, and the greenery looks a little perfunctory. The XX Fifth High School in Miyagi Prefecture in front of it looks like an ordinary public school.

Today is a working day, and the students are in class, and there are also young and beautiful figures on the playground. The students passing by holding their homework saw the strangers with unique temperament frequently looking sideways.

The real person showed his police card to the doorman and security guard, saying that he had some questions he wanted to know.

The doorman on duty has been in this position for many years, and he is still very energetic when he is about to retire. He asked the plainclothes policeman what they were doing at the school while letting them pass, and volunteered after hearing that the real person said that he wanted to investigate some old events.

"I worked here 20 years ago, a few years longer than the current principal!"

The real person happily said: "Do you know any legends about wicked people offering sacrifices around here?"

The guard wondered what the policeman was asking this for, and thought for a while that he really knew, so he came slowly.

The four-faced god in the shrine that was burned down 18 years ago...

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No wonder no relevant information can be found on the Internet, it has already been converted into a hotel.

There is no record of the underdevelopment of the Internet more than ten years ago, and of course the hotel will not let the old stories that may affect the turnover spread.

After thanking the guard, Zhenren, who had gained something important, planned to take a look at the Spiritual Research Institute by the way.

At the same time, he once again anonymously reported to the "window" what might have happened here.

Suddenly remembered something, and asked again: "Do you have any impression of the name Matsuyama Kazuji?"

"It's a bit familiar... It seems to be the child who got the admission letter from a famous medical school a long time ago. He should be a doctor in Tokyo by now and have married and had children long ago, right?"

Zhenren remembered that in the information, the other party did not study medicine but graduated from the University of Finance, and his health was not that bad before. It was a complication left over from an accident, and the time was also when the other party had just graduated from high school 18 years ago.

Something must have happened to those people in the Four Phase Shrine.

And according to experience, it is mostly the root cause of the current series of cases.

The activity room of the so-called Psychic Research Institute has long been used as a utility room for many years, and has not been reopened. When the door is opened, there is a moldy and dusty smell, which is particularly pungent.

The real man covered his mouth and nose, and did a quick search, but found nothing useful. The curse spirit in the house had been replaced for so many years.

On the way back to the original road, he visited the school with great interest, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

I remember that the hometown of the protagonist in the spell ◎ battle is here, but the opponent should still be in junior high school in the current timeline, and the school is not the same as the current school related to the case.

The parallel line program that has been repaired by the system has not made mistakes for so long, so there is no need to worry about encountering——

Suddenly, as the floor descended, he smelled an extremely ominous strong mantra, and the real person froze.

"..."

This strength must be super class, right?

He grabbed the railing of the stairs and quietly lowered his head.

At the corner of the stairs in front of him, two bad guys were blocking a cowering black-haired boy. The powerful curse aura came from him, or from the curse spirit behind him.

Recognizing who that person was, Daoist put on a stiff face, and couldn't help wondering if he forgot to check the calendar when he went out today.

There are two options before you.

【Lend a helping hand】←

【Passing by indifferently】←

...

...

...

"--stop."

A blue-haired young man suddenly appeared to stop the campus bullying. He didn't look like a student or a teacher. He was a strange face that he had never seen before.

The bad boy, who was as big as two, glanced at the opponent's thinner body than himself, and was very confident in the fight, "Don't dare to meddle in other people's business, do you know who we are?"

The innumerable holes in the ears are also arrogant, so he spat.

"Who is your kid?"

The blue-haired youth paused and answered honestly.

"police."

"what?"

The blue-haired youth jumped down the stairs without giving them a chance to react, his movements were smooth and unsloppy, easily knocking people down with one punch at a time.

Seeing that "Li Xiang" had retracted the wide palm that almost crushed the heads of the two gangsters just now, he didn't give the black-haired boy a chance to speak at all, and turned his face away before leaving, and quickly said:

"If you don't know how to solve it, you can go to the Tokyo Conjuration High School for help."

Then he walked away from the fifth high school without stopping.

The real person didn't care about his image for the time being. He found a tree, squatted down facing him, hugged his head, and thought about the seriousness of his actions just now.

Just pointing the way, you won't be angry if you change the plot system without authorization?

Hmm...it shouldn't be a big problem.

Anyway, it's already November, and it's not too far before Yigu Youtai enters the Conjuration Academy...

The real person stared at the light screen and heaved a sigh of relief at the value that was still stable at 2%. He couldn't hide his guilt and opened an email to report to the system what happened just now.

[I met Yi Gu Youtai. 】

The system did not reply immediately.

Half a minute later, an electronic sound that I haven't heard for a long time suddenly sounded in my mind—[Beep, the system is reconnecting...the connection is successful. ]

The first sentence after the system's electronic voice was officially launched: [I knew that something would happen to you sooner or later. ]

Reality: "..."

Not happy.

After the system complains, put the things that have been prepared directly into use, [Parallel line enhanced version patch downloading...]

[Download is complete and installed. ]

[The parallel line has been strengthened successfully, the current version is 2.0. ]

The system is very satisfied with the things transformed by its Unpredictable Prophet, and it can almost be expressed in words: [This time there is absolutely no problem, 100% avoid the original characters! ]

[... Mmm, that's great!Thank you system! ]

The system sensed that he was in a bad mood and glanced at the backstage.

Wei Shen just smoked an electronic cigarette: [You didn't do anything unnecessary, did you? ]

The real person decisively pretended nothing happened: [How is it possible hahaha! ]

System: [Really? ]

Real person: […]

Guilty.

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On the other side, in the teacher's dormitory of the Tokyo High School of Conjuration.

Gojo Satoru, who was relaxing and enjoying dessert time, suddenly received a mission call.

"Mr. Gojo, there may be a super curse here in Sendai, do you have time to go there?"

Gojo Satoru responded lazily with a fork in his mouth, "Okay..."

Before the words fell, the other side suddenly changed their words: "Ah no, I am very sorry to disturb you, Mr. Gotiao. Someone else has taken over this task."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

"I said I'll go, do you know that you rejected the strongest magician just now?"

The other end of the phone was very troubled, "But..."

Gojo Satoru twirled the fork on the dinner plate, and gave a solution that must offend one party in a bad manner: "I'll give you a minute to push over there, and send me the mission information."