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

Seeing the real person take out the phone from the space, the system hesitated for a while looking at Belmode's number on the screen, then put it back where it was when it was not connected.

[What's wrong? ]

[It’s not convenient for Hana to be in the next car...]

The system guesses whether the host's post-traumatic stress disorder has not been cured, and thinks about how to help without hurting self-esteem.

He probably knew what he was going to say to Wujo Wu, and it was the one who completed the script, so he took advantage of the situation and said, "Let me answer it for you." ]

[I am not cowardly! ]

The real person straightened his waist and retracted his jaw line, cleared his throat and explained solemnly: [Leave it alone, the immoral teacher responded as soon as he contacted, as if I was nervous and caring. ]

But from Gojo Satoru's point of view, you probably don't know that he is holding Belmode hostage on the other side...

The system did not raise it after a little analysis, and confirmed that the absinthe had returned to freedom, but it didn't take much care after the phone was seized.Continue to monitor the situation in the magic world, and investigate the possible haunts of super leaky corals.

The real person picked up the task list and remembered it.

[By the way, do you have Kuroko Tetsuya's personal information? ]

[Sent email. ]

Due to the increase of vehicles on the road, the return journey took half the time longer than last night, and it was not until noon that we bumped into the finish line.The two curse spirits got off the bus after the passengers, and followed the crowd out of the passenger station into the bustling street.

Daoist is not in a hurry to do the main storyline, so he first locates Heizi Tetsuya.

I saw him last year when he was still in the "Generation of Miracles", and judging from the information collected by the system just now, he graduated successfully and entered Seirin High School. I was a little worried that the other party might be participating in a dormitory, but fortunately, he didn't.

The current location is quite far from Heizi's residence.

Walking in the noisy city, it is the time of the day when the traffic is the most, the first companion is very obedient and easy to get along with, and obediently follow behind half a step.

The real person suddenly made a stop gesture. Not long ago, there was a shower, and a speeding vehicle ran over the low-lying place on the side of the road, splashing mud and water stains half a person's height, and falling on the ground in front of him.

Stepping on it lightly, he sewed his face and turned to ask his companion.

"This is Tokyo, the place where one of the only two high schools of conjuration chose to establish. How does it feel?"

Hana put her branch-like eyes on her head: "—"

[Many humans. ]

Two short laughs escaped from his throat, and the real person couldn't help teasing that it was a simple answer.

"That's right. Humans are very good at hugging together for warmth, and the number is far rarer than them. We, born from the series of the most real emotions of fear and hatred, should also learn this advantage."

"To subvert the current relationship, it is necessary to establish a force that can fight against the magic world."

The real person asked Huayu to wait, and walked into the clothing store not far away that was blown open by the wind.

Within a few minutes, a grim white-haired man wearing a mask with only sharp eyebrows and eyes almost engraved with the words "Keep close to strangers" was carefully sent out by the waiter.

Wearing the casual clothes that had just taken off the trademark, he came before the special curse spirit.

The eyes met, and Hanayu was also the type who relied on breath recognition rather than vision.

I immediately recognized who this "human being" was, but I didn't understand why the clerk in the clothing store didn't notice the more conspicuous self beside the street if he could see the real person who was also a curse spirit.

"I can control whether I'm seen by humans."

The real person explained and walked to the side of the road. The light on the roof indicated that the taxi was empty. He opened the rear compartment door close to this side and made an invitation letter.

After pausing for a while, he closed the car door, and under the weird gaze of the driver in the front seat, he opened the passenger seat and sat in by himself, not forgetting to fasten his seat belt carefully, before reporting the address.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Just one person?"

The white-haired young man said "hmm".

The driver looked back suspiciously, and did not see anyone who seemed to be traveling with this passenger, so he couldn't help muttering something strange.

The taxi driver didn't want to spend too much time with weird people. The behavior of the white-haired young man just now always made him feel that something was really sitting on the back of the head. He has been driving for many years and is very familiar with the performance of the car. Now the body is heavy...

It was as if someone was sitting in the back seat.

The real person rested his chin casually and looked at the rapidly receding street lights outside the car window, thinking about how to get his hair.

It can't be pulled out directly like the last time the system helped him to open it. The main system stipulates that it must be obtained with the consent of the target.

After the car started, the system suddenly said: [Curses are gender-neutral, but according to past cases, you will not be against gentlemen of the same sex—]

The real person's eyes twitched and was interrupted in time.

[system! ]

[Um? ]

The real person doesn't really want to hear the following: [Let's talk about something else... let's talk about nihilism?For example, what videos did the "real people" watch in the original book. ]

The system was silent for two seconds, ["The Giant's Demon" has been downloaded. ]

An interface pops up on the light screen, which is considerate and does not block the mini-map.

10 minute later.

Real person: […]

System: [Still watching? ]

Real person: […]

He stared stubbornly at the text.

—

Arrived at the destination soon.

The Ji who set off did not bring any cash with him, and there were only a few credit cards in the grid warehouse. When he bought clothes just now, he just exchanged banknotes.

After checking the amount, the driver found that the amount was twice as much. Seeing the white-haired man get out of the car after paying the bill, he was about to stop him when he opened the rear door again.

"..."

The moment the door was able to close, the driver slammed on the accelerator and fled.

The real person waved the dust and exhaust in front of him, praying that the unlucky driver would recover quickly and not run the red light, he couldn't let Hua Yu pick up the roof of the car.

This is near Heizi Tetsuya's house, where teenagers often come to shop, including haircuts. Looking at the more crowded commercial street around, the real person said: "I have some things to do, let's move freely first."

"Hana Yu."

Leaving the front side and turning back, "Remember what I told you, don't attract the attention of the magic world."

"—"

[I remember. ]

Hua Yu's eyes fixed on a certain place, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The real person asked the system to push the winning discount coupon to the device used by Heizi, trying to deceive him.

[The fee has been deducted from the account,] The system suddenly said again: [Wu Tiao Wu said to himself just now, this call is no longer answered, so we should just issue a wanted bounty to capture the super magic spirit. ]

"This guy!" the real person cursed, so he could only find a place to make a phone call, and turned into a closed smoking booth a few steps away, a square and transparent building, which was also the place Huayu had looked at just now.

He doesn't smoke and doesn't like the smell, but it's the only place on the street that's relatively quiet.

Pedestrians also deliberately avoided.

There are already people in the space of no more than ten square meters.

He is a delinquent with dyed hair and pierced ears. He wears ragged jeans, pointed leather shoes, and an embroidered jacket. He has a strong social atmosphere, and no discerning person will rush to find it.

After the real person entered, he deliberately avoided it and stood at a farther corner.

Unlike the previous face-to-face in the interrogation room of the Metropolitan Police Department, the maneuverable space is simply not too large.

The pinnacle of his acting skills is facial paralysis, and he has no script skills, so he decided to work with the system to perform finely.

The system became interested a little bit, and worked hard: [Are you in charge of the magic part? ]

The real person confirmed that he was eager to try: [I'll scold him. ]

[Give me some polish. ]

[it is good. ]

Before the real person swipe to answer, he raised his eyes and stared at his own faults with scrutinizing and provocative eyes. He briefly considered that there were too many people, and he did not act invisibly and transform into a living person, but only released murderous aura.

He glanced at it as if he was looking at a dead object, and then retracted his gaze.

At the same time, he uses the technique of inaction to transform, and simulates the weapon model in the position where the gun is often not attached to the back waist. He often deals with guns, and he can draw with his eyes closed even if the weapon is in his hand.

After answering the phone, he inadvertently exposed the body of the gun by raising his arm.

"what's up."

In the background sound of the gangster fleeing the door, the system simulated the audio of Hatomi Sanada.

Immediately there came Wujo Wu's arrogant voice from the other end: "I said what are you running away from? Couldn't those words before lie to me?"

"Sanada Hatomi" seemed to sigh slightly, and said, "No."

"Tell me the address, and I'll pick you up in person."

"Sanada Hatomi" really reported a series of positions.

But Gojo Satoru didn't believe in leaving immediately, but suddenly asked: "Which one are you now?"

"Pfft."

There was a breath on the other end of the phone, and the tone of "Hatomi Sanada" suddenly changed.

"you guess?"

Gojo Satoru was quite cooperative, but there was a creepy danger in his relaxed tone: "I guess it's a super magic spirit."

After leaving the Metropolitan Police Department, he was on his way back to the Tokyo Conjuration High School. The auxiliary supervisor of the car, Ijichi, straightened his body and tried to shrink his presence. He was not sure if he knew something he shouldn't know.

I really hope that my ears will be consciously deaf at this moment, but in the airtight compartment, I can still hear a slightly distorted ridicule from the other end: "Although Mr. Wutiao is often called an idiot by the students, he is actually so stupid that he is hopelessly stupid!"

"I heard that you are very popular."

"After being detained, no one is willing to release on bail."

"what."

Gojo Gojo laughed out loud.

"!"

With cold sweat falling from his forehead, Yidizhi Jiegao was extremely worried that he would be silenced.