Is it wrong to not want to use your brain?

A week after the negotiation ended, the Supernatural Secret Service Division, which was ordered to stand still, finally received the next step from Tsukimi Ri Hongying.

"Is the docking almost done?"

The young man's cold voice came from the other end of the phone, like water that cannot taste the taste of emotion.

Zhongtian Shantouhuo said helplessly: "Hongying, it's only been a week, it's not that fast, and there are still many trivial things to deal with."

It's not that the Ability and Secret Service Section is being lazy, but that two power systems that are uncomfortable with each other will inevitably cause a lot of problems. They have been working overtime every day this week, and the office floor is full of colleagues' lost hair.

"Let's put it aside for a while." Yue Jianli Hongying guessed this result, he didn't say anything more, this is not something he needs to worry about, even if they are connected for 100 years, it will not affect his plan, "please follow me first I went to the director department to propose a new policy, which is about task dispatching."

Tan Tian Shantouhuo asked, "What is it?"

Yuejianli Hongying repeated what he said to Wujo Wujo that day: "It is forbidden to dispatch internally from the Yusanjia, and treat all conjurers equally—just mention this one, and you can repeat it verbatim."

Tan Tian Shantouhuo was a little surprised: "There are also people from the Yusan family in the director's department? I'm afraid it won't pass."

He thought that the first policy proposed by Yue Jianli Hongying would be milder, which would make it easier to implement other policies in the future.

Who knew that the other party's route was an advanced version of boiling frogs in warm water—boiling frogs in boiling water. In just one sentence, the interests of the director department, Yu Sanjia, and ordinary magicians were all involved.

Although he doesn't know much about the world of conjuration, the mission inside the big family should have continued for hundreds of thousands of years. Selected missions can effectively reduce the death rate of conjurers within the family. Only ordinary conjurers with no background Need to face the hell mode full of uncertainty.

Yuejian Li Hongying asked: "Is it necessary to mention policies that are easy to pass?"

"I understand what you're saying, but we've just entered the magic world, and it's hard to move a single step." Through the phone, I couldn't see Zhongtian Shantouhuo's expression, but just listened to his tone, as if he was really embarrassed, "If you must let me This policy is passed, and the moderate means will not work unless . . . "

He stopped here on purpose and didn't continue talking.

Yue Jianli Hongying heard what he meant, and continued the unfinished sentence in a tone without emotional ups and downs: "It's the "unless". "

"Since you said that, I'm relieved, we all trust your strength." Tan Tianshantouhuo changed his disapproving attitude just now, and said with a smile, "Do you need someone from the Supernatural Secret Service? The military and police are applying to mobilize the hounds?"

"No need, please don't make trouble for me." Yuejian Li Hongying refused coldly, "You can go to the director department."

After all, he hung up the phone without waiting for a response from the other party.

The reason why he didn't go to the Director's Department to raise this point in person was because at this time, the Supernatural and Special Affairs Department needed to come out and express his opinion.

Otherwise, he would act as an agent at every important node, making it seem like all of this is his conspiracy-but the fact seems to be the case.

In any case, the magic community must clearly realize that this is the official attitude.

In the end, what he wanted to see was a situation in which the Supernatural Secret Service Division and the Superintendent's Department contained each other and reached a long-term stable balance, instead of him messing around with the Superintendent's Department alone.

For this he needs to step back for a while, to stay behind the scenes.

After explaining what to do next to the Supernatural Secret Service, Tsukimi Ri Hongying lay on the sofa and once again boarded the dark net dedicated to cursers.

Very well, Liudao Mu finally remembered to withdraw his bounty.

The two of them were in a coffee shop that day, and at the end of their chat, Liu Dao Mu casually asked where the Eye of Reincarnation was.

Knowing that he handed over the Eye of Reincarnation to the director department, the other party showed an expression of wanting to smash his head. If it wasn't for the difference in strength, they might really want to do it.

"Kufufu, Hongying Yuejian, didn't you mean to use it as a bait for the empty glove white wolf? You call it the empty glove white wolf?"

"I'm really empty-handed now." Seeing that Liudao Mukui was about to explode, Yue Jianli Hongying stopped teasing him, and added with a smile, "I'm just kidding, don't worry, I will definitely return it to you."

After he repeatedly assured that he would take back the Eye of Reincarnation, Liu Dao Mu didn't continue to pursue the matter.

But the price was that the reward of 100 billion was delayed for several days before it was withdrawn, causing him to be harassed by the curse master for several days.

Really, such revenge is too childish.

After confirming that the reward was withdrawn, Yue Jianli Hongying exited the dark web, clicked on the address book, found Gojo Wu's name and dialed it.

After a few rings, the phone was connected.

The strongest conjurer's joyful voice sounded in his ears: "Hey, hey! This is your caring big brother—Gojo Satoru Desu☆!"

Yuejian Li Hongying: "..."

Is this emotional radio?Can you reply "TD"?

He was silent for a second, then hung up the phone blankly.

Not long after hanging up, the other party quickly called back. He struggled with the two options of connecting and hanging up for a while, and finally chose the former with difficulty.

"It's too much, brother Hongying." Gotiao Wu complained, "He died without saying a word."

"It's the phone that hangs up, not you, what a pity." Yuejian Li Hongying sighed, as if regretting it.

He changed the subject: "I won't talk nonsense with you anymore, I have already explained the matter I mentioned last time to the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

Gojo Satoru then switched to the serious mode: "Huh? That policy that makes Yusanjia jump up in anger?"

"That's right." Yue Jianli Hongying arranged, "Let's divide the work, let me hand over the director's department, and you can delay the Yusanjia's side. Try not to let them unite and make trouble to the director's department."

"Okay." Gojo Satoru readily agreed, and he asked half-jokingly, "It won't be when I look back and find that there is no one in the director's department, right?"

"How could it be? Didn't you give an important speech on the practice of killing all the high-level people?" Yue Jianli Hongying said with a sting, "How can I do a plan that even you think is unfeasible?"

Gojo Satoru: "?"

Gojo Satoru: "It's decided, the first thing after overthrowing those old things is to beat you up and celebrate."

"Where did you come from the primitive people's way of celebrating?" Yue Jianli Hongying had long been used to Wujo Satoru's warning that he was about to beat her, and her heart was not disturbed. It had been so long since he had really been beaten. "Then I can only send you to be buried with the feudal system."

Wujo Wu retaliated: "According to what you say, aren't you also a primitive?"

Yuejianli Hongying quibbled: "Primitive people don't have the concept of being overly defensive."

Gojo Satoru laughed angrily at his logic: "Why didn't you say that primitive people can't make phone calls?"

"Not necessarily." Yuejian Li Hongying said tactfully, "Just remember that you are an exception."

"Uh..." Gotiao Wu choked for a moment, and asked abruptly, "Brother Hongying, are you at home now?"

Yue Jianli, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, was full of crisis awareness, he opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I'm not here, I'm outside."

Wujo Satoru didn't believe his nonsense.

It just so happened that when I accompanied Tsukimi Ri Hongying to the director's office, the assistant supervisor drove over to his home in Shibuya, Tokyo. After confirming that he could locate it accurately, Gojo Satoru teleported directly to his door.

As for why it wasn't his home, because he didn't enter the door that time.

Gojo Satoru kept ringing the doorbell while shouting the old-fashioned lines: "Brother Hongying! Open the door quickly! Don't hide inside and don't say anything, I know you're home!"

Yuejian Li Hongying: "..."

Doesn't he, a super conjurer, have to go to work?

Only a fool would open the door for him.

Hey, hey, hey, Hongying in Yuejian didn't bother to fight with the strongest magician when it wasn't necessary. Don't you want it?Sleeping in the ruins tonight?

So, he resolutely launched "Candy House" on himself, and his figure disappeared into the living room, leaving a toy model-like candy house in place.

This is not called running away, this is called making a tactical retreat.

Wujo Wu outside the door: "?"

What about people?Why did he suddenly lose his breath?

……

A few days later, the Supernatural Secret Service Division put forward the first policy after forcibly intervening in the magic world.

——Prohibit the internal assignment of the Yusanjia mission.

As soon as this move came out, it caused a sensation among all the high-level officials.

Is the Special Agents Department crazy? ?

As the one directly affected, the Yusanjia was the first to express their displeasure. This is a privilege that has lasted for so long in the magic world. Why should an official organization with a power system with a history of just a few decades just cancel it?

As for the director department, although they have not been greatly affected, and they have always hoped to weaken the Yusanjia's right to speak in order to improve their own status, but now is definitely not a situation where they can agree foolishly.

They are a community of interests with the Yusanjia, who knows when the knife will be pointed at themselves?

Therefore, the Director's Department and the Yusanjia united front, resolutely refused to pass this proposal.

"The above is the content of the three-hour meeting they gathered together today."

Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged on the soft sofa. This time, he finally didn't have the mummy look that Tsukimi Rihongei had disliked countless times, but let go of his tied white hair and wore the familiar black circle. shaped sunglasses.

He holds a half-bitten dorayaki in his hand, and the freshly baked dim sum exudes a tempting aroma.

"Three hours of discussion on this matter? You can sum it up in one minute." Yue Jianli Hong Ying said incredulously, "Are they looking for something to talk about?"

He reached out and took a dorayaki on the tea table, took a small bite, and the sweet but not greasy red bean filling was sandwiched between two soft, honey-flavored pancakes, blending together in his mouth, making one wonder Take another sip.

As expected of him making it himself, it tastes good.

"The answer is correct, they love to talk nonsense." Gojo Satoru spread his hands helplessly, "Maybe he is getting old and wants to talk more to prevent dementia."

Yuejianli Hongying thought of the superiors of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Although he never participated in their meetings in person, he still has the same style of painting. For details, you can refer to the weekly routine assassination of another extremely dangerous superhuman proposal.

"I can't bear it." He shook his head and suggested sincerely, "If you have too much time, you can go to exorcise the curse spirit, and you should exercise that old bone."

Gojo Satoru chuckled, with obvious sarcasm: "How can this be done? Curse spirits are not as important as their status."

"Conjurers are indeed a very magical group." Yuejianli Hongying was amazed, "There is such a bad director department on top of it, and no one wants to overthrow them until now."

He patted Gojo Wu on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Although you have planned for eight years without any splashes, and you are still restricted by them everywhere, I always wonder if you are the strongest magician, but at least it can explain You are avant-garde and ahead of the times. Come on, thinkers of the new generation.”

Wutiaowu: "..."

How did he achieve the mocking effect with an encouraging tone?

Yuejian Li Hongying continued to ask: "So, the high-level people can basically be divided into two factions, the opposition and the neutral faction?"

Gojo Satoru ate the dorayaki three times and twice, swallowed it and said: "It's not considered neutral, except for those who support my faction but are inconvenient to speak out, the rest of the people are actually against it. But last time your wonderful appearance made them have some scruples, they were worried that if you refused too simply, they would kill you."

"They judge the situation quite well, and it's a good sign to have this concern, but they're not smart enough." Yuejian Li Hongying curled her lips, "Actually, I thought there would be a few supporters in the top management, but in the end there was none. "

Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "There is one."

"Who?"

Gojo Satoru pointed to himself: "Me."

Yuejian Li Hongying: "..."

It turns out that he supported himself by default?

He rolled his eyes indecently, resisting the urge to burn the gong on Gojo Satoru's face: "Thank you so much for supporting me."

Gojo Satoru accepted the yin and yang's strange thanks with a cheeky face: "You're welcome, this is what I should do, brother."

Yuejianli Hongying smacked: "Are you addicted to being an older brother, uncle?"

Gojo Gojo was selectively deaf, so he took another dorayaki from the plate and started ordering on his own: "Brother Hongying, I want to eat Xijiufu, can you make it?"

A vein popped up on Hongying's forehead in Yuejianli.

This time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw the pillow out: "You can go, if you want to eat, you can queue up to buy it yourself."

……

Before driving Gojo Satoru out with a dorayaki in his mouth, Tsukimi Ri Hongying did not forget to ask him for a list of opposition parties.

The number of the opposition is very large, accounting for at least two-thirds of the top.

He opened the electronic version of the data he had sorted out before, compared the opponents in this list one by one, picked out the harmful garbage and non-recyclable garbage, rearranged them according to the priority, and came up with Two new lists.

After such an operation, there are still only a few people with harmful garbage, and the coincidence rate with the opposition has reached 100%, but the names of a few people are missing in the non-recyclable garbage.

He sent the latter to Liudao Mukuo, and he picked out the details of the former from several G-sized files.

Although at the time he felt that the materials sent by Wujo Wu were as smelly and long as the old lady's foot wraps.

But I have to admit that these materials are very comprehensive, and he doesn't need to spend extra money to buy information.

Not to mention the specific address, even the floor plan of the house and which room they lived in are clearly different, and their daily arrangements are also attached. For example, this senior man named Nagai will go to the tea room to taste Tea.

After going through the information on harmful garbage, Yue Jianli Hongying immediately made a decision, it is better to hit the sun than to choose a date, so he should do it now.

He glanced up at the time.

With any luck, all can be resolved by the end of the day.

……

As night fell, a blue-colored figure ran under the moonlight like lightning, like a meteor falling into the world, speeding past in ice splendor.

After arriving at the destination, as if casting a spell on it, he disappeared the moment he stepped through the gate, as if the thin figure was a hallucination produced between half-dream and half-awake.

The bunch of fancy enchantments in the magic world made him take advantage of the loopholes. The arrogance of the magician and the advantage of the non-warlock are like stacking debuffs, which are of no use to him.

Yue Jianli Hongying walked through the corridor, and according to the tile map in his memory, he successfully found the room he was looking for.

He pushed open the door lightly, undid the "king's new clothes" the moment he entered the room, and closed the door.

There was no sound during the whole process, and it did not disturb the sleeping people in the room.

Yuejianli Hongying walked to the bedside, leaned slightly, stretched out her right hand forward, opened her tiger's mouth, tightly pinched the cheeks of the person lying on the bed with her thumb and index finger, and two obvious knots stretched out on the inside of her wrist due to force. palmaris longus tendon.

At the same time, frost spread and covered the mouth under the palm.

The other party woke up suddenly, and it was hard to tell whether the sudden chill came from this layer of frost, or from the blue-haired and gray-eyed boy in front of him.

His first reaction was to resist, but his limbs were frozen, and he tried to counterattack with a magic spell but failed. The magic power turned into light white foam, and the moment it touched the ice, it condensed into a layer Thin cream.

He wanted to call for help, but his mouth was blocked by ice and he couldn't make a sound.

He could only stare wide-eyed in horror, fixedly staring at those silver-gray pupils that were as cold as metal.

Tsukimi Rihongying stared at this high-level man whom he classified as harmful garbage, and pinched the opponent's cheeks as if treating a hamster with no resistance, and fixed the desperately dangling hamster. head.

But there is a world of difference between the wrinkled skin and the soft, springy feel of a hamster.

It seems that Wujo Wu's metaphor is not accurate enough. If he wants to describe it, it should be a rotten ugly orange.

In Yuejianli, Hongying raised the corners of her mouth, her calm and relaxed appearance was in stark contrast to the person under her palm, as if he was just passing by here, and visited by the way.

He moved his lips, and said the first words when we met: "Good evening."

……

In the early morning of the next day, the top executives of the magic world held an emergency meeting.

A more serious and heavy atmosphere permeated the meeting room than before, and the high-level members looked dignified, and no one spoke for a while.

There are now six vacant seats that should have been filled.

No one thought that six high-level executives would be lost overnight, and they were all extremely conservative and stubborn types. Yesterday's three-hour meeting at 0340; all of them voted against it.

The six victimization scenes were surprisingly consistent. It was the world of ice and snow that made the high-level executives feel ashamed when they saw it. When they heard this description, they thought of the extremely dangerous person with supernatural powers.

A hoarse voice broke the solemn atmosphere: "I think everyone has heard about it."

The person who spoke was a gray-haired high-level male. He sat near the middle, and his cloudy eyes scanned the six vacant seats one by one.

Another high-level executive gritted his teeth and squeezed out a name that came to everyone's mind: "Hong Ying in Yuejian..."

As soon as this remark came out, the high-level executives seemed to explode, and you said everything without mentioning it.

"Who else can control ice to such a precise level, except that lunatic?"

"It must be because the proposal was not passed that the Supernatural Secret Service Division called the evil god to take action."

"Hey, yesterday I said that we should take a long-term view, and slowly delaying and spending with them is definitely better than directly opposing."

"Who would have thought that the superpower side would be so arrogant? But we haven't notified the Superpower Secret Service Section yet, how does he know who voted against it? It can't be randomly selected, right?"

"Judging from Yuejian Li Hongying's temperament, this possibility may not be impossible."

"It could also be Gojo Satoru. Don't forget, he and Tsukimi Ri Hongying are in the same group."

"Where's Gojo Satoru? Why didn't you come? Is he late again?"

"I think he is going to avoid the limelight."

……

Before it was completely chaotic, the high-level executive who spoke first interrupted their discussion in a deep voice: "Everyone, please listen to me first."

After everyone was quiet, he continued: "After receiving the news this morning, I immediately sent someone to the scene to collect some evidence."

He took out a transparent sealed bag containing photos from the skirt of the kimono, took out the blood-stained photos inside, and spread them on the table one by one, a total of six.

"This is……"

"He left behind."

A closer look reveals that these six photos were not taken on the spot, because the protagonists in the photos are, without exception, the dark blue-haired boy who has caused them psychological shadows.

In the photo, Hong Ying in Yuejian raised one hand upwards, gestured "Yeah" with the other hand, with a harmless smile on his face, and his slightly curved eyebrows made him seem to have an affinity, but if you notice in the photo The background just makes people feel creepy.

The people who fell behind him were uncertain, at least at the moment the shutter was pressed.

He took pictures of the scene with a Polaroid, and then threw them on the ground, waiting for someone to find out. That's why some photos were stained with scarlet blood.

Every high-level person who saw the photo was so angry that he almost passed out.

What is this doing?Afraid they don't know he did it?

Such an aboveboard provocative behavior is tantamount to him stepping on their faces, and crushing them several times!

But it's not over yet...

The gray-haired executive turned the six Polaroids one by one, and wrote a few words on the back of each photo with a bold black marker, connecting them to form a complete sentence.

He lowered his head and read the line above.

"Why do you object?"

At the same time, no one noticed the flirtatious red light flashing past his right eye.