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

The surface of the lake is clear and vast, reflecting the dark blue sky full of stars.

Together with the surrounding dense forests, hills surrounded by roads, and cities dotted with neon lights in the distance, it constitutes an airy and refreshing night, but it is a pity that there are uninvited guests invading.

Gojo Satoru and the principal meet regularly at a private teahouse to discuss some matters concerning the transformation of the magic world, and Yidichi Kiyoko drives him there.

Although the high school is also very safe, but in the Tianyuan barrier, it is more suitable to set up the tent by yourself.

On the way, the strongest man in the magic world is playing games again.

The white-haired man in the back seat quarreled with the netizen again. It has been like this for more than half a year. Yidi Zhijie Gao should not be surprised, but he is still often frightened by the conversation between them.

I thought the bandage was troublesome, so I switched to a high school teacher who covered it with a pure black blindfold and clicked on a certain voice.

The youthful voice with a harsh tone sounded:

"Wujowu, are you blind?"

Yidizhi Jiegao tightened his hand on the steering wheel, straightened his back and stared at the road ahead, and tried his best to drive the car smoothly.

At the beginning, he thought that person was just an ordinary netizen, and he was happy that Gojo Gojo could come out of "Hundred Ghosts of the Night" so quickly.

Until one time when I heard their conversation, I found that the two parties not only called each other by name, Gojo Satoru also asked the opposite side if the super magic spirit would also eat, and the other side answered very rigorously that it was possible but not necessary.

It turned out to be someone related to the magic world, Yizhi Jiegao sent Wujo Wuyao's dessert, and asked curiously at the same time.

"Is the gentleman who spoke to you specialized in the study of spell spirits?"

Gojo Satoru opened the packing bag and said, "He is."

"Is... a researcher of curse spirits?"

"It's a curse spirit."

"..."

Could it be that Gojo Satoru really has a game friend who is a super magic spirit! ?

Really confused, Yi Dizhi later asked the principal Noctua, and got an affirmative answer.

Sanguan suffered a shock, and for a moment he didn't know whether to focus on the super curse spirit, playing games, or Gojo Satoru getting along well with the curse.In detail, the strongest business trip had him power leveling before.

Rounding it up, he, Yidizhi, is also someone who has had close contact with super-level curse spirits...

The background sound of the game in the car compartment is intertwined with the human voice.

"Or is it that the blindfold blinded your six eyes? Didn't you see that my health bar is about to bottom out!"

"Depending on you being a grandma, where do you put your big move!"

In contrast, Gojo Satoru seems to be playing the opposite side leisurely.

"Isn't it dead yet? We'll talk about it after we die."

But soon, Wujo Satoru couldn't continue to calm down without knowing what the super-level mantra spirit had done: "What's going on all of a sudden!"

"If you misplace it again and restore blood to the boss, I'll take care of you too."

Yidizhi Jiegao gradually emptied his mind.

"..."

This super magic spirit spends every day in the game, bickering with the combat power ceiling at most, it is really harmless!

Soon there will be no more games there, and Gojo Satoru continues to browse through things casually in boredom.

Suddenly said: "Stop."

"Eh?...here?"

Gojo Gojo got out of the car and let the confused Yiji Jiegao leave first.

Then he "looked" at the ambusher who fell from a high altitude and hit him in front of him, destroying a large section of the road and setting off a heat wave.

Without knowing the opponent's technique, Leu Hu didn't rashly get close to sneak attack.

Instead, he kept a certain distance and watched warily at the man in the manga uniform, which was the same as the one seen in the photo.

"Are you Gojo Satoru?"

"I know I'm famous, so uninvited—"

The white-haired young man raised the corner of the blindfold, scanned the life form made up of curses with penetrating six eyes, and said strangely: "A super-class who can talk? What can you do with me?"

The first thing that answered him was the magma that spewed out from the trap that had been buried in advance, suddenly drilled out of the mountain wall beside him.

After probing with a long-range attack, Leu Hu watched the smoke and dust dissipate unscathed, and was still dissatisfied with the target who was choking on the dust, and understood that the opponent was indeed very strong.

But not necessarily invincible!

It has never let up this year, if it can kill Gojo Satoru here——

Does it mean that it is stronger than real people?

Firing up his fighting spirit, Leu Hu, eager to fight against the strong, opened his mouth full of black teeth and attacked again: "Of course I'm here to challenge you!"

After a short fight, Wujo Satoru, who started the close combat, was more than capable.

Suddenly remembered something.

"Ask a question, do you know a real person?"

"Do you remember the leader?"

The unregistered super-level spell spirit was simple and direct, and immediately asked back.

Wujo Wu recited its name silently, and already had the answer in his heart.Although it was natural to play with real people, he did not forget that it was born from the curse of human malice towards each other.

Sanada Hato saw the corpse with his own eyes, and he can confirm that he died in 2016.

The words of the real person are true and false, and most of the people I come into contact with from the beginning to the end are only one person, and there is no so-called public security police.

But the influence of "Sanada Hatomi" is also true. This can also be seen from the appearance. Although the "real person" is highly acceptable to human society, he really has plans.

Has it formed a force yet?

Gojo Satoru somewhat believed what the blue-haired youth said in the interrogation room to create a cursed era.

"Of course I remember, I was playing with him just now."

Neither high-temperature lava nor physical attacks had any effect, and almost exhausted the means without any damage. Gojo Satoru didn't even pay attention to it, and his violent emotions quickly piled up.

It broke through the earplugs and erupted completely, lighting up the night sky and setting off fireworks.

"I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Gojo Satoru swung it into the lake to cool down, flexed his wrist joints and said with a smile.

"Want to know my technique, yes."

"Before you are cast out, tell me, where is your leader?"

—

—

The real person at the center of the topic over there has already arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department.

It's been a long time since I stepped into this building, and I feel a little strange.

He didn't take any disguise measures when he didn't come to work to check in. He passed through the busy criminal police on duty openly and aboveboard. Most of them were familiar faces, no different from the past.

On a whim, I went back to the office area to have a look, flipped through two case reports, and found that the crime rate in Tokyo had soared again after "Hatomi Sanada" disappeared.

In the end, he came to the corner of a certain floor of the criminal department with ease, and the real person looked up at the sign, and asked what was bothering him in some difficult words.

"Why the toilet?"

[Only here is crowded and remote. ]

"……All right."

The real man pouted, walked in and found a place by the window to stand.

The system explained to him what was being prepared during this period.

The last preparation it made was to fabricate a "weird".

It sounds a bit like ghost stories, such as Hanako in the toilet.

It is a system of a certain world that is undergoing fusion. Real people don't know much about it. The system gives the most concise explanation-weird is more inclined to monsters, and it is created by human thoughts, which is different from the curse born of negative emotions.

Since Sanada Hatomi disappeared in Rome, although the body has not been exposed, it has been considered dead by default.

The high-level silence on this is the best evidence.

The system sneaked into the internal forum of the Metropolitan Police Department and opened a mourning section.

Occasionally hack into someone's equipment and use various hypnotic hints to make him have the illusion that he has seen "Sanada Hatomi".

After taking the lead to leave a message, gradually many people spoke up and saw it in the Metropolitan Police Department.

There is an unfulfilled wish about the dead soul who is the police chief, so the theory of returning has become mainstream.

This time, the real person should go to the Metropolitan Police Department to show his face, to be sure of this.

If successful, when the mind is strong enough, he can reappear in the Metropolitan Police Department regardless of whether death disappears or not.

Zhenren felt that the preparations were sufficient, and he didn't want to do it at first. He always felt that this would make him the ultimate social animal.

"That's enough, I'm also wearing the Resurrection Armor."

[Integrating various accidents that may occur during fusion, calculate the current success rate of your resurrection to be 99.9%. ]

The system said: [I think you are like that [-] percent. ]

"..."

Unable to refute.

The real person said with a dry smile, "It's not that dark-faced," and walked into the building honestly.

—

Late night toilet.

Regardless of whether there is a bathroom at home or a partitioned toilet in a public place, while adding mystery, it is always inexplicably like being in the scene of a horror movie, and something will crawl out of the mirror or even the water tank at any time.

Especially when there is only one person.

Officer Koizumi splashed water on his face to clear his mind, turned off the tap and wiped his face, and was about to leave.

The eyes blurred by the water droplets saw the person standing behind him in the mirror——

He turned around immediately.

"... Chief Inspector Sanada!"

No one responded, only his own voice was extraordinarily clear because of the silence around him.

The window is empty, and there is no serious blue-haired youth.

Officer Koizumi sighed, "Is it an illusion again?"

He left the bathroom feeling sentimental.

"Ugh."

A sigh came from the open window.

"Standing in the toilet is like a pervert."

Watching No. 17 almost equally sad figures disappear around the corner this night, the real person who only appeared briefly for a few seconds was sitting on the window sill, turning on the facial paralysis mode according to the human design.

He is not interested in comparing size.

Hearing from the system that the battle between Gojo Satoru and Lehu on the other side is finally over now, I really didn't expect them to consume such a long time.

The main reason is that Wujo Satoru used routine as his main purpose, almost following the opponent's rhythm.

He almost forgot to bring the students who died in suspended animation for extracurricular teaching, but the result was the same as the original book, opening the boundless space in the field and screwing off Leuhu's head, and Hua Yu, who was watching the battle, intervened to save it.

Guessing that it's time for the strongest to call himself, the real person took out his phone and waited.

Suddenly, a question popped up: "I'm here, so the policewomen won't be able to see me."

[You still want to go to the women's restroom? ]

The system ends the topic with one sentence.

"……In no mood!"

At this time, someone walked into the bathroom again, and the real person stood up and showed up at the right time.

Soon Gojo Satoru did contact him.

"I almost got rid of a super-curse today. I wanted to bring it back to the high school of conjuration to torture it, but at the critical moment, let its companion take it away."

The real person hummed casually.

"Just don't die."

"Is that your subordinate, so indifferent?"

Zhenren doesn't shy away from his ambition to organize a group of weirdos: "Leihu wants to fight with you, but I can't help it."

"Didn't you send it?"

Gojo Satoru's tone was relaxed as if there was no barrier, and there was a surprised voice from Hirohito Kojo, "That's right, you should know that that kind of mess is just to die in front of me."

It was actually called a super-grade offal equivalent to seven or eight Nuo fingers, and the corner of the real person's mouth twitched.

"Hey, Leuhu who only has a head left will cry."

Gojo Satoru grasped the point, he didn't say what exactly happened to him: "So you were there just now?"

At this time, the system saw that the real person didn't pay attention to the small map, and suddenly reminded him.

[Edogawa Conan comes over. ]

The real person paused.

Although others cannot see the spell spirit, the voice in the device may still be heard, and a keen detective will definitely detect it.

And Gojo Satoru could also hear the human voice on his end.

So the real person didn't blush and said, "No, I'm sleeping."

"Continue to sleep."

Hang up without waiting for the other party to say more.

At this time, a row of dots on the map had come to the door. It was the combination of "Sleeping Kogoro". It was visually estimated that they came to take notes after the case was resolved.

Mori Kogoro's cheeks were flushed and his body was full of alcohol. It was convenient for him to drink too much. Edogawa Conan was a colleague, and it was heartbreaking to support him with difficulty to prevent him from falling down.

Suddenly, he saw the young man in the bathroom standing against the wall, with the night wind blowing his broken hair.

Edogawa stopped in place.

——"See you Sanada Hato".

He immediately thought of meeting several detectives who mentioned Chief Inspector Sanada sentimentally.

Toru Amuro told him that the other party was fine, but was assigned to carry out other tasks of the organization, and had not been in the country for a while... Is this person really Hatomi Sanada, or is he pretending to be someone with a heart?

Mori Kogoro stumbled to turn on the water, not noticing the person by the window who couldn't blend into the night.

After all, he was drunk, and Conan Edogawa didn't notice anything wrong.

He made a look of surprise, and ran to the young man quickly.

"Officer Sanada, you are finally back!"

The young man with blue hair and ponytail lowered his eyes, and his eyes were filled with speechlessness, as if there was nothing in it.

[Why can he see me. ]

The system speculates: [It should be related to him being the source of your soul enhancement. ]

Edogawa Conan continued to say a few more words, but there was no response.

"Sanada Hatomi" stood mechanically like a model, remembering that the other party repulsed him from approaching before, so he quietly tried to shake the young man's hand.

was avoided.

Next to him, Kogoro Mori tried hard to unzip his pants, and asked drunkenly, "Who are you talking to?"

"Ask Chief Inspector Sanada."

Edogawa Conan smiled at the plainclothes young man in front of him, and gradually became puzzled when he saw that the other party remained silent: "Why don't you speak?"

"Captain Sanada!"

Mori Kogoro, who admired the opponent's ability, turned his head in surprise, and opened the compartments one by one to search: "Where is it?"

Edogawa couldn't laugh or cry because of his exaggerated behavior: "It's right in front of me."

Just thinking about taking sober medicine for a while and then going home, I heard Mori Kogoro look over here, frowning with genuine doubts:

"Before the window sill... Is there anything?"

The cool night wind penetrated into the neckline, and the hair on the back of the neck stood up.

Edogawa Conan froze suddenly.

He looked up at the blue-haired youth.

The real person kept smiling and didn't speak.

[Reunion after a long absence, I want to give him a gift. ]

system:[……]

[Give me a picture of Godzilla. ]