Domineering Mafia's Silly Goose Wife

I:……

The name of this school seems familiar, and it seems to be the place where one of my blind dates works.

It's really inconvenient for me to see someone in this situation, but it took too long to be able to speak, so I can only use the contact information of Gojo Wu's mother to ask him if it's convenient to meet? On the one hand, I have something about the curse spirit? Things want to ask him.

In fact, it's a bit embarrassing, after all, I have been rejecting him before, but now I have to ask him for help.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru didn't say much. He told me that he was on a business trip, and sent me an address, telling me that I could find his friend here.

The address that Gojo Satoru gave me was on the outskirts of Tokyo, and the Kusuo Express train took me directly to the mountainside.We walked up the mountain road, and there were mountains and birdsong everywhere. We could faintly see the old buildings in the mountains, and the walls almost surrounded the entire mountain.

...Damn it!In this kind of TV series, people will be scolded for being too exaggerated. Does the school really exist in reality?

'Could you stop being so unsophisticated? 'My brother glanced at me speechlessly,' Please close your mouth, please? '

I rubbed my face and followed him silently.

Sorry, brother? I mean, I'm serious. I haven't seen the world.

There is a wooden signboard of [Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Magic] hanging at the gate of the school, and a young man stands under it.He tied his head in a bun, and smiled at me faintly: "I am enlightened? My friend Xia Youjie, this is the first time I have met you."

I pressed the phone calmly, and the mechanical? Electronic girl rang.

[Mr. Xiayou, hello?, I'm Saya Saiki, and this is my younger brother Kusuo Saiki.I have injured my vocal cords and can only communicate with you in this way, I hope you don't mind. ]

"Of course I don't mind." He smiled.

He took us to a reception room, where a man wearing sunglasses who covered his eyes was waiting. He claimed to be the headmaster of the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Magic and Magic, and sat upright, watching with a smile with us.

Brother Mickey told them what happened. All in all, I awakened my magic power because of my near-death, and now I need to find a way to not see the magic spirit.

Even through the sunglasses, he could detect the probing gaze of the Noctua Moth, and he said cautiously: "It is true that there have been cases where the curse spirit was seen due to accidents, but so far I haven't heard of it being able to be eliminated artificially. The method of mantra."

I thought of the magical glasses Gojo Satoru once wore for me, and asked tentatively: [Then? Did you wear? Just? Glasses that can see? Curse spirits? ]

"There is no such magic tool in the school, and I will keep an eye out for Miss Qi Mu next. But," he changed his voice, "if there is such a magic tool, it must be rare to see it. Treasures, super-grade spells are basically priced in hundreds of millions."

I nodded very calmly to show that I understood.

It's only a few hundred million. If it's really not enough, I, I will go to Kongzhu's brother to borrow money.

Didn't make a sound all the time? Xia Youjie suddenly laughed, and turned his head to look at me: "Miss Qi Mu must feel very troubled when I suddenly see the curse spirit."

I tilted my head and thought for a while, and it was true that I couldn't tell the difference between human beings and spirits.I don't know whether it's luck or bad luck. I'm dumb now and can't make a sound, so I didn't make any embarrassing toes.

I answered honestly: [It's okay for now, but it's going to be "not good" in the future. ]

"Wu You mentioned Miss Qi Mu to me," Xia Youjie said, "He said that you are a rare good seedling in the world of conjuration. The nature of your job and your personality are very suitable to become a conjurer. Master, you also told me to persuade you."

He laughed after he finished speaking. Before I finished typing, I heard him laugh and said: "Of course, everything is based on Miss Qi Mu's wishes. Curse magician is not an easy job. ? For the police? Surely you can understand."

[Thank you very much Mr. Gojo for your trust in me, I will seriously consider it. ] I sincerely bow to them, [at the same time, I am also very grateful to Principal Ye Moth and Mr. Xia You, if you have any progress, please feel free to contact me. ]

After rejecting Xia Youjie's offer, my brother and I walked down the mountain along the same road, and within a few minutes I tugged on my brother's sleeve.

My younger brother turned his head to look at me, and said calmly, "Do you want to become a magician?" '

In the future, stop calling you Saiki Kusuo, and change your name to Saiki Saya Translator.

I sighed, and held up my phone to show him: [Is it true this time? I have thought about it carefully.When I can't work as a police officer in the future, I'll switch careers and become a conjurer. ]

"The world of conjuration is not as simple as the government," he said helplessly, "if...you are holding on to the current idea, I don't agree with you becoming a conjurer. '

[Of course I understand. ]

This kind of thing exists everywhere.

I am very sad and want to cook.

I asked my brother, is there a way to taste the food with the mouth and get the food directly to the stomach without passing through the throat?

The younger brother said: You are thinking about peaches.

I really want to eat peaches. I just drank a few mouthfuls of soft and glutinous white porridge these days, and if I don’t eat anything substantial that can fill my stomach, I feel like I’m going to die.

Then I swallowed a mouthful of cold water with difficulty.

Freezing can relieve the pain, but my throat still hurts like a knife cut, and the pain is so painful that my tears are about to come out.I tugged at my brother with tears in my eyes: [Brother, I want to eat roast chicken. ]

Brother: '...No, you don't have anything? Don't want to eat. '

[Wow--]

'Do you want to use this kind of particle? Don't play it, it's embarrassing. '

[Kusuo, you are ruthless and unreasonable, I am going to find Sorasuke, I don't want you anymore. ]

'Aside from this rhetoric, you? Can't find anything else? Threats? '

[There are not many rhetoric, as long as it is useful. ]

'Do you find it useful? '

I pressed the play button solemnly: [I think it is useful.In the younger brother's heart, the elder sister is the most important in the world, nothing is more useful than threatening him with the elder sister. ]

younger brother:'……'

He looked at me with a mentally retarded?

bold!I knocked him hard on the head.

After swallowing half a bowl of porridge with difficulty, I honestly changed into my uniform and went back to work at the police station.

The colleague still looked at me with teary eyes, hugged me into his arms, and cried: "Wow—— Qi Mu, are you real? You're still alive."

I knocked on her head angrily, gesticulating: [How many days have you been repeating this sentence, I found out that you were cursing me, and found the evidence. ]

"I can't help it, I'm so excited. Wow - I will be well? Well? Cherish our time together."

Probably my half-dead? Appearance aroused the leader? Minimal? Sympathy, he did not assign work to me.I touched fish in the office all afternoon, and when I was about to leave work, my phone suddenly vibrated, and a prompt [You have a new email] popped up on the screen.I clicked to open it, and it was the email from the third blind date.

[Miss Saiki,

I'm Ango Sakaguchi. Mr. Chuya asked me for your contact information, but I have declined for now.

He asked me to convey it, and he wants to talk to you in person. ]

I thought about it for a while, probably nothing? I didn't think about it, so I replied: [OK?. ]

'Are you crazy? ' said the younger brother.

[If I'm crazy, I'll go to Mr. Nakaya by myself, instead of calling you to come and escort me. ] I glanced at him helplessly, [Look at my gestures tonight, don't appear casually. ]

The younger brother laughed.

My younger brother has grown up and rebelled. As an older sister, I am also tired.

I knocked on his head: [Do you know, if you don't follow suit, I won't take you there. ]

My younger brother looked at me expressionlessly, and on his face? Ming? Ming? It was written in vain: Stupid? Sister, do you think you can stop me?

I:……

Okay, well, I can't beat this superhuman.

The meeting place was set at Shiokaze Park. I leaned against the railing to blow the sea breeze, watched the sunset and the moon rise, and felt the ebb and flow of the tide.

I'm so sad, I want to eat roast chicken.

'Shut up. 'The next second, my brother's voice sounded in my mind.

Alas, I am more sad.

When will this rebellious period of Brother Kusuo end? If? I am not a reliable? Sister, I want to call Sorasuke to come back and fight poison with fire.

The street lamp above the head was on, and occasionally a few moths bumped into it and made a crisp sound.The familiar footsteps sounded from far to near behind me. I turned around and looked over, and I saw Zhong Yuanzhong wearing that black suit as always, his complexion obscured by the dim streetlights.

"Who are you?" He stopped in front of me, his voice flat, as if he didn't even think about getting an answer from me.

I hold his?back of hand and write on his?palm: MAFIA?

He looked at me, and answered after a long time: "Yes."

I nodded and let go of his hand, and walked slowly along the invisible bluestone trail, with a peaceful heart, and I just wanted to go home and sleep.

"What about you?" He asked me, "It's impossible for a nightclub lady to have such a well-trained fighter. The organization wants to establish a cooperative relationship with the Mafia, so it is impossible to send someone to assassinate the Mafia at this time." Cadre... I thought about it for a long time, and the only possibility is that a third party wants to use you to sow discord between the two parties, and you were sent to me on purpose, just to kill me."

I didn't speak.

He probably didn't care about my answer, as if he was talking to himself, and then asked: "You are indeed not a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, but you are also inseparable from the government. Miss from the nightclub? The identity is also fake, and in the first place you were in C-CLUB because of hallucinogens, right?"

you're right.

You are right.

There is nothing good at this time? Hidden?, but I still don't know what to say.

He said he was a corporate executive, but in reality he was a mafia cadre.

On the surface, I am a nightclub lady, but my real identity is a policeman.

He lied to me, and I lied to him.

Deception happens to different people, and it will produce different results. For example, as the most important relatives, if Kusuo and Sorasuke lie to me, I will be angry, genuinely angry, but As for the two younger brothers who were raised by themselves, there was nothing I could do; if the criminals lied to me, I would calmly arrest them and eat pork chop rice.Not to mention being angry, after all, I knew it early in the morning, and I have seen many prisoners tell all kinds of lies in order to escape legal sanctions.

So I thought for a long time, how to define the relationship between me and Chuya Nakahara.It doesn’t seem like we’re friends. We’ve never had a heart-to-heart relationship, and even our identities are fake.To put it more harshly, he is just my patron.

But, but.Although he said that he was not forgiving, he never did anything to hurt me substantially from the beginning to the end. On the contrary, he helped me a lot and saved me and my friends.Even though the method is not something I can agree with as a policeman, his behavior is indeed venting for me.

Therefore, I couldn't guess what Nakahara Chuya was thinking, nor could I understand my own feelings.

[Mr. Chuya, do you hate me? ] I looked at the phone screen, thought for a while, and felt that this question was really bad, so I deleted these words and re-entered other words.

[Sorry. ]

Mechatronics sounded between us.

His footsteps paused, and he simply stopped.

"I just have one question at the end," he asked me. "That?night?, was your?killing intent real?'"

I can't deny it.

Even though both the leader and I know that the assassination is impossible to succeed, our intentions and actions are real.

"If you have that order, if you have that opportunity, you also knew in advance that the target is me—" He turned to face me, and stretched out his hand to grab my neck.It can't be regarded as a pinch, the palm of the hand rests on the neck without any force, and I can feel his thumb gently rubbing through the bandage.

"—Are you real? Will you kill me?"