Goujin has something to say

"By the way, I heard that there seems to be an accident in Yokohama."

The panda smashed the fruit on the plate with a fork, and there was a crisp sound of metal collisions. He looked sideways at his companion who was sitting obediently and staring at the table in a daze.

There is always some chatting in the lunch break, Panda continued: "A lot of conjurers above the first level have been arranged there, is it really okay?"

Yi Gu Youtai stopped what he was doing, he stopped talking and glanced at the panda.

Half of the dog's face was blocked by the collar, his eyes were slightly drooping, and the contact page of Fukagawa Kirei was impressively on the phone page.

Maki, an ordinary Zenyuan passing by, glanced at a string of messages that were obviously sent by the other party before, but the dog curly spine did not reply: "The matter of the curse master is about to be resolved, why don't you contact Shen Chuan?" ?”

The dog Curly Thorn replied in a low voice: "Kelp!"

Panda patted Yi Gu Youta on the back: "If you don't know what to say, you can ask Youta! After all, he looks very experienced."

Otoko Youta: I haven't.

The young man, who was much more confident than when he first entered the high school of conjuration, was temporarily cueed, Tactical leaned back, looked at the dog with a hopeful expression, fell silent for a moment, and put forward his own suggestion.

"Actually, I don't think Fukagawa is that kind of delicate girl, besides, you two like each other." The super cursed person who already wore a ring on her ring finger suggested this way: "It's only good for her if you keep pushing away." It's harm, Goujuan just needs to make sure that he can protect her well, right?"

The spellcaster rubbed the edge of the phone.

Dog Curly Thorn is actually just hesitating how to send a message in this situation so that it doesn't look abrupt. The spellcaster is not very good at expressing, and he doesn't know how to make Fukagawa Kirei not feel offended.

——In fact, sending out a message can make her feel very happy.

Gou Juanji thought for a while, and still sent a text message.

[Tuna mayonnaise: Excuse me, is there? ]

[Tuna mayonnaise: The matter of the curse master is coming to an end, and the handling is not bad, and the mafia has helped us a lot. ]

[Tuna mayonnaise: ... have time after that?I want to find you. ]

[Tuna mayonnaise: Ah, of course not, it doesn’t matter, I can wait for you at the high school. ...It's just that Yokohama seems to be very dangerous, you have to pay attention to safety. ]

Half an hour passed without reading.

An hour passed without reading.

Still unread.

Really have to calculate carefully, since the last fever incident, Fukagawa Kirei has not had any contact with him for almost three months.

For a long time, I wanted to find her.

The panda has already finished most of the fruits on the plate, and there is still a curse to be removed later, and the conjurers are just taking a break in this season when the curse is high.

Gou Juanji frowned, rationally telling him that he should not be in a hurry, after all, not everyone could reply to messages in time, but he just felt a little anxious.

Will she meet someone she likes more?Or the people around...

Although the panda is a curse, it is still very keen in perceiving other people's emotions. He nimbly moved over to take a look, and found that the display on the screen was indeed unread.

"Fukagawa Kirei...is that a remark?"

Zenyuan Maki leaned against the wall with her arms folded, her glasses slid down a little and fell to the tip of her nose. The girl lifted her glasses up and said, "It's the retribution of Chiqian for not replying to Fukagawa."

The dog curled up visibly withered, and made a muffled sound when his forehead hit the table, looking pitiful.

Panda and Otoko Yuta looked at each other, not daring to say anything to Maki's last-ditch behavior, the former quickly pulled out his phone and started searching.

A lot of information about Yokohama has been artificially deleted, but some people still sent a signal for help through the outside world.

The more the panda looked at it, the more solemn it looked: "It seems that it has really reached a serious point. The communication between Yokohama and the outside world has long been artificially cut off by the government."

The first-year boys of the junior high school fell silent.

Zenyuan Maki glanced at them: "You guys, don't you know how chaotic Yokohama is?"

"There are often gang fights there, so don't be too nervous." As a child of the Zenyuan family, Zenyuan Maki has a little understanding of that area: "Daily life is probably the same as we were in the state of the curse master a few days ago, and Fukagawa should have already mastered it. .”

The panda said "Oh": "Can't that thorn bring sister Fukagawa from Yokohama to Tokyo? Anyway, there is no shortage of rooms in the high school."

As they walked and chatted, there was already a vehicle waiting at the school gate. In order to guard against the curse master, the first-year students of the junior high school all moved together.

But on the way to the school gate, several college students were stopped by a strange big bird.

The man in the monk's priestly robe looked around, and a strange man and two girls who looked like high school students jumped out of Big Bird's mouth.

The man in the lead greeted the students in front of him with a smile.

……

Gojo Satoru, who arrived temporarily, quickly opened the distance between the visitor and the students.

The strange curser didn't mind, he spread his hands to the side, turned and walked towards the strange bird's position.

Obviously, he broke into the base camp of the input conjurer, but he seemed to be extremely comfortable: "The upcoming December 24th, we will cast thousands of curses at sunset to start the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts."

"The location is the crucible of curses, Shinjuku, Tokyo, and the holy land of spells, Kyoto." The arrogant curse master said with a smile: "The order given to them is [Kill them all]!"

He raised his hand and climbed onto the strange bird's feet: "Let's curse and kill each other as much as we want!"

……

December 24.

The Dragon Head War ended after 88 days.

Because Fukagawa Kirei deliberately weakened his power to hide himself, except for those who had known her for a long time, everyone around him felt that Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Nakaya were the ones who deserved the most credit for this war.

The two people who were raped gave a title of [Double Black], but both of them disliked it very much.

The Fukagawa Kirei class applied for a large amount of fees from Mori Ogai, treating it as their own three-month salary.

Sakunosuke Oda was busy with all kinds of trivial matters at the grassroots level, Ango Sakaguchi was overwhelmed by heavy official duties, and Dazai, who had a better mind and had been with Mori Ogai for a longer time, was assigned a more confidential task.

In contrast, Fukagawa Kirei and Nakahara Chu, who are martial arts factions, were free.

— very idle.

Human beings tend to think about other things when they are free. After all, Fukagawa Kirei usually doesn’t have any goals. The battle for the top spot took almost all of his attention away. Now that he is free, he just...

I especially want to find Mr. Goujuan.

She stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, then quickly got up from the bed and decided to walk out of the room to hang out around the port mafia.

The subordinates she met on the road greeted her respectfully, but Fukagawa Kirei passed them quickly, looking like no one.

The winter chill returned, and without knowing it, winter had wrapped Yokohama, and the transition between autumn and winter was blurred in the flames of war. Fukagawa Kirei suddenly thought that last year was this time, and he fell in love with the dog at first sight.

It's a one-year anniversary.

The exhaled breath touched the cold air and permeated the night. Yokohama, without the noise, was quiet and unaccustomed.

The gate of the Port Mafia was not empty. A cool motorcycle was parked beside Nakahara Nakaya. He looked up at the sky with his hands in his pockets, and he had the air of a melancholy young man.

Fukagawa Kirei poked his head out from the gate of the port mafia: "Chuya, why do you have such a boring expression."

Nakahara also heard the voice, turned to look at her, Fukagawa Kirei was wearing a thick coat, with half of his face buried in the collar - this habit was learned after she knew the dog curly thorn.

"What are you doing here?"

Fukagawa Kirei blinked, then suddenly waved his hand towards Nakahara Chuya, and turned the phone screen to Nakahara Chuya.

The boy took two steps forward with some doubts, and looked at the screen of the phone she had specially shown to him.

—— Fukagawa Kirei showed off his savings to him.

Nakahara also glanced at it, roughly counted the zeros behind, and understood that Fukagawa Kirei was promoted to a local rich woman.

"You deserve it... But, what do you want so much money for?"

"You don't understand that!" Fukagawa Kirei proudly turned off the screen: "If there is a chance, I plan to adopt the boy I like."

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at her, and easily guessed who this boy was: "Oh, dog curly thorn."

Fukagawa Kirei's gaze drifted: "...Don't say it like this, I'm embarrassed."

But if Mr. Goujuan really refuses again, he will die alone with this huge sum of money.

Nakahara didn't know what she was thinking, he touched the cigarette in his pocket, Fukagawa Kirei stared down at his hand, and the boy stopped his movements.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little helpless: "Has the communication not been restored yet?"

Speaking of this, Fukagawa Kirei began to feel sad: "I haven't recovered, I don't know when I can contact Inumaki-kun."

The message displayed on the line is still the message sent by Fukagawa Kirei a few months ago, and a small red exclamation mark is marked next to the most recent message.

How painful it is to let modern people disconnect from the Internet.

The curse master has been dealt with cleanly now, if it is not handled well, then the senior curse master and the curse master will be too useless.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look at the port mafia base behind him. The flickering lights created a depressing atmosphere like a cage. The battle for the leader had just ended, and the base had not had time to repair it. The overall situation was still dilapidated.

"Ango Sakaguchi will go on a business trip to Europe in the future, and Chief Mori also intends to ask you to go to Russia to track down an intelligence source in the leading war."

Fukagawa Kirei was stunned for a moment: "Is it really okay to employ child labor to this extent?"

"Didn't you know it a long time ago?" Zhong Yuanzhong also casually replied, and he turned the car key in his hand.

"Dazai and Chief Mori are talking, and Sister Hongye is still interrogating." He walked to the side of the black and red motorcycle, and turned his head to the side: "Do you have your ID with you? Do you want to ride on the motorcycle?"

Fukagawa Kirei just looked darkly at the building behind him, guessing something from Chuya Nakahara's words, and his eyes lit up instantly when he turned his head.

"Won't Mr. Mori be angry? Besides, Dazai's place is also very troublesome."

The port mafia's gravity user stepped onto the motorcycle and handed her the helmet: "So while no one is looking, I'll take you to Shinjuku."