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"You mean...brainy?"

Shen Guming nodded firmly, "Yes, I am brainwashed. I am really scared."

"Then why don't you come into my arms and comfort you?" Gojo Satoru opened his arms after thinking about it.

......

"reject."

"Eh—don't~" Gojo Satoru held his hands in front of his chest and shook his body.

Kamiya Naruichi really wanted to throw him out at that time. Before he acted, Gojo Satoru had put on a serious face again: "I see, that brain trick, right, leave it to me."

"... trouble."

Seeing his friend's reluctant face, Gojo Goku burst out laughing, before the other party was about to hit him angrily, Gojo Goto lay on the back of the chair, with his face slightly sideways, his blue eyes darkened a little , "Ming, in the end, you did something dangerous again."

"A piece of cake."

"What a cruel man to himself," Wujo Satoru shook his hanging arm, "I always feel that if you don't pay attention, you will die."

I have been giving everything to save others, and I am ignorant of these things, and I seem to have made such a choice instinctively.

He really doesn't look like a person with the blood of a Buddhist monastery at all.

Or, I don't know if it's because of growing up among ordinary people, this guy is out of tune with the entire magic world.

Kamiya Mingichi felt that he could live for a long time.

And even if he was injured, without pain being transmitted to the brain, even his brain would think that he was completely fine.

Rounding off is invincible.

In fact, afterward, Kamiya Naruto had a little impression of that strange brain flower, as if it was still a very important character in the comics.

Anyway, now that it's handed over to Gojo Satoru, he doesn't need to worry about it.

......

Recently, there has always been a feeling of undercurrent among conjurers. After careful study, it is probably because many conjurers who are not talented or have no family background have recently become high-profile in the conjuration world.

These people, who have always been in their own way, suddenly began to actively participate in various tasks. Even if they were beyond their own abilities, they would form a fixed partner with a few conjurers to act together. After running in, the effect was surprisingly good.

In the past, most conjurers were lone rangers. Although they didn't deliberately want to be one-on-one with the magic spirit, when the situation was unclear, most of them were assistant supervisors.

Recently, I feel that even the world has become a lot cleaner, and the curse spirits all shrink their necks and act as spirits.

These originally marginal people gradually became important.

Because of their outstanding contributions, the conjuration community is happy to distribute these tasks that could only be assigned to the few first-level conjurers and the only special-level tasks, and by the way, give some more nominal meritorious deeds.

The high-level executives can't wait to stay behind forever and do nothing.

"Obviously I can't live for a few more years, and I have done a lot of bad things. Why don't you stand up and exorcise more curse spirits, and make a contribution to the world." Uncle Ming raised his glass and chatted with other people in the bar. touched it.

The bar, which had been deserted for several months, finally slowly regained its former bustle.

After that incident, most people are still alive under the protection of the future agency, but those who were murdered at the beginning of the incident cannot come back, such as the owner of the antique shop, Jiang Jing.

Now someone else has taken over his business, one of the most important deals on the street, arms.

Even many partners didn't realize that the black businessman had changed behind his back.

Grief can't last long, and the living will continue to live.

This kind of place where people flow meet is the easiest place to obtain information.

Uncle Ming sighed helplessly: "Even if you die while exorcising the curse spirit, it's better than huddling and waiting to die like that. That's the fate of a magician."

Unlike other people on the trading street, as an orthodox conjurer from the Yusan family, Uncle Ming still has the idea of ​​hoping that the conjuration world will become better.

It's a pity that people like him have no right to speak in the magic world.

"They're all idiots." The boss said coldly.

"They thought they finally got rid of the mess and laughed at you for being a bunch of idiots behind your back, huh."

It's been so long, I can't even see through such a trick.

Those people are taking their power!

"Slowly take all the frontline battles into their own hands, and make the aloof Yusanjia more and more dependent on them."

It slowly penetrates into every corner of the magic world. If these basic tasks of decentralization are truly given to those people, then more and more power will be delegated, and the upper layers will basically be emptied.

Covering their ears and letting them cover their own eyes really made the world more harmonious in the eyes of high-level officials, but that was all false.

But even so, so what, the pit has been dug, can they not jump?If you want to keep shrinking, you have to jump, otherwise who will deal with those curse spirits.

What a good move.

Uncle Ming poured himself another glass of rye whiskey, "Hey, why don't you feel like good words in your mouth?"

The boss gave him a blank look: "I'm not praising you."

Uncle Ming said in his heart, one of you now, and you will be the one who contributes the most.

Knowing that Uncle Ming didn't care about this, the boss took a big sip of wine irritably: "I know you trust your children, but you also have a good heart."

Outside the open gate, there were people in white uniforms who used to supervise the place secretly, but now they are all over the street.

Although Trading Street finally chose to embrace the thigh of Future Organization—it was only after I joined that I realized that the organization behind Future Company had such an ambitious name, and the entire Trading Street moved because of this, but the boss still kept a copy in his heart. alert.

The movement of the other party was too great. As soon as they took over Trading Street, they began to arrange for them to seize power secretly. Every step was methodical, as if they had already calculated everything, and it seemed that the things to be done were not small.

What's more, as a future biopharmaceutical company with skins on the outside... the water itself is quite deep.

"It's...doctor." The boss narrowed his eyes.

There is an urban ghost story circulating in a small circle recently. On the street late at night, you will come across a shop that doesn't sell anything. The owner of this shop is a strange doctor.

He doesn't heal people, he only heals people's hearts.

If you happen to be lucky enough to walk into the shop of the strange doctor, he will lead you out of the predicament and into a bright future.

No need to pay.

Although many people know that free is the most expensive, but it is still difficult to resist this temptation.

Ah, this strange talk also combines the stalks from one of the most popular anime nowadays.

"It's not a good person when you hear it." The boss complained.

Uncle Ming glared at him, "Keep your voice down."

This place is full of doctors.

Although he didn't think the doctor was a small-minded person, but now, the doctor is the immediate boss of all of them, so it's better not to say bad things if you can.

It was only after joining the Future Agency that he gradually learned about the existence of doctors from Bai Uniform.

Even if he had never met him, Uncle Ming was still impressed by this man.

Because the Future Agency usually looks normal, but when it comes to doctors, there is an abnormal frenzy.

This [doctor], which is often mentioned by members of the future agency, seems to be not just a code name, but may actually be a psychiatrist.

This doctor is the real operator behind the future agency.

If you don't have a deep understanding of the future agency, no one can imagine how huge the future agency is.

In Uncle Ming's heart, he also gradually built an image of a doctor through contact.

Calm, smart, personable, with knowledge unmatched by ordinary people, good-looking, very popular with women, but also ruthless enough, sharp eyes can see through people's thoughts.

It must be a terrible thing to be his enemy.

So Uncle Ming couldn't understand the boss's worries.

"However, Mingyi will definitely not let us have an accident." He said firmly.

The boss was noncommittal about this, Ming Yi was a weakling, and he didn't know how he was tricked into it. If something happened to him, he might not be able to survive, so he still protected him?

"That doctor, you must not let your guard down easily." The boss said coldly.

When necessary, they can also backstab the trading street.

It's Amin's stubbornness, and he may not agree to it at that time.

At this time, the phone that the boss put on the table rang, and he glanced at the caller ID, his face turned livid.

There was a look of patience on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Obviously, he was resisting to answer the call, but as if he had already guessed what he was thinking, the person on the other end of the phone persistently made one call after another.

Finally, he took a deep breath and picked up the call.

A hearty voice came from the receiver, and he swore: "Hey, boss, I have come up with a new route, this time I have confirmed every link in it, 100% no problem, just need a little bit from you Just help."

The boss's expression changed, and he turned sideways, making sure that no one would see him, so he immediately grimaced.

He covered his mouth and said in a low voice: "The ball has killed the ancestors, please forgive me!"

The clear voice on the other side of the phone sounded very innocent: "It's really not going to happen, trust me."

Boss: I believe you are a big-headed ghost, you said the same thing last time! !