i'm not interested in big success

Letting go of those books that represent belated fatherly love, Tachibana and Ya's fingers are on the spine of philosophy and biology books.

At first glance, these are related to the "pure and flawless" god who can "evolve" mentioned by the client.

In fact, before, Tachibana and Ya thought that if the sect was not related to the Cthulhu mythology, it was just fooling people.

But after the magic world emerged, there was option C again.

Cursemen and cursers, and even the curse itself has strange powers.

If ordinary people have seen this power, they are shocked, and thus set up a religious order to worship them, it should be possible, right?

Just ask in a while.

It was extremely difficult to succeed in the detection check in the study, so Tachibana and Ya found a booklet carefully placed in the interlayer of the desk drawer.

The cover of the booklet is strong kraft paper, with golden words printed on it—Pan Xing Cult believer's rules.

Tachibana and Ya were refreshed, they never thought that they could get the name of this sect so easily.

This is really thanks to the prudence of the police, who suspected that there was still a curse in the house, and did not let people search carefully, otherwise the fish that slipped through the net might have nothing to do with him.

He opened it with great interest and looked at it, and there was another record of their first character——Tianyuan.

The key clues are really easy to come by.

He believed he was 90 lucky again.

The entire code mainly records a hundred things that believers need to know.

For example: what kind of etiquette should be observed in the church; what words should not be said;

The part about collecting money is written in great detail. It seems that this religious group has the sacred mission of stripping those filthy foreign things from the believers.

Tachibana and Ya calculated with his fairly good brain, and tears of envy flowed from the corners of his mouth.

I can't do these shit, I just know why the fool can make so much money, the world is so unfair.

With 'negative emotions', Tachibana and Ya walked around the other rooms, and voted for [Investigation] even if they didn't fall.

But maybe it was all his luck to meet the "Rules of Panxing Cultists", and all subsequent skill checks failed without exception.

But Tachibana Heya didn't care, he went downstairs with one of his biggest gains from this operation, and went downstairs to meet Wujo Wuxia Youjie downstairs.

The two of them didn't leave him as an oil bottle and slip away, but sat in the dining room chatting honestly.

They glanced at him as he entered, and the conversation continued.

"I haven't seen that kind of curse power in my memory. It should not be the curse master I know." Wujo Satoru lay on the table with his head sideways like a boneless slime.

There were three cups of Snowtop coffee in front of him, two were empty, and the last one was empty.

Xia Youjie was speechless: "Is the curse master who dangled in front of you still alive?"

Gojo Gojo pretended to think: "...um...basically not!"

Xia Youjie knocked on the dining table with his knuckles, rolled his eyes and said, "Then what you just said was nonsense!"

All the curse masters I've seen have been killed, if they reappear now, it's a perfectly fake corpse!

Wujo Wutiao hissed, sat up, covered his ears, frowned and said in displeasure, "It hurts! Jie! I'm going to be angry!"

"Sorry, sorry." Xia Youjie withdrew his hand from the table.

It was a subconscious reaction of excitement just now, but I forgot that the sound wave was very lethal to the friend lying on the table.

——Ah, although Satoru deserves it a little bit.

"It seems that you didn't find any useful clues?"

When Ju and Ya walked over, they were about to sit down, but they saw a thin layer of dust on the chair.

He frowned in disgust, took out a wet towel from his bag, and wiped clean the chair he was going to sit on and the table in front of him.

Gojo Satoru looked at him, only to realize that he was wearing gloves.

He was surprised: "Isn't it hot with gloves on?"

Ju Heya glanced at his and Xia Youjie's clothes, and asked, "Isn't it hot to wear a long-sleeved black uniform at this temperature?"

"It's hot!" Gojo Satoru howled without hesitation.

He swallowed the last of the Snow Top coffee in one gulp, and sighed, "I bought three cups just because it was hot!"

Xia Youjie leaned on the back of the chair, half-closed his eyes lazily, his already slender eyes were even more invisible: "No way, our college doesn't have summer school uniforms, even if it's hot, we can only endure this."

He looks like a bitter summer lazy fox.

"Jie is pretty good." Wujo Wujo looked at his friend enviously, "When he is hot, he usually releases a curse spirit to surround himself, and the surrounding temperature can be several degrees lower."

Ju Heya followed his line of sight, Xia Youjie was empty and there was nothing.

No, it should be said that it has a curse spirit, but he can't see it.

"Don't act like you haven't caught the air conditioner, as long as you're not too far away from me, you'll feel cooler." Xia Youjie pierced.

Then he found that Tachibana and Ya's eyes were only around him, and did not freeze somewhere.

He wondered: "So, Mr. Orange can't see the curse spirit, right?"

Ju Heya simply shook his head: "I can't see it."

"Then before you?"

"... At that moment, I felt something ominous was rushing towards me, and I could vaguely see the shallow silhouette and the hideous bug (big success), so I was scared and backed away."

"Then why did you glance at the window? I thought you saw the curse spirit I let go to block the window."

"...No, I was just wondering if I would break my leg if I jumped out of the window."

"Hmm... That means you are the type with strong inspiration, maybe you really have the talent to become a magician."

Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement, and then he saw Tachibana and Masa's gloved hands on the table again.

"..." They can really digress.

"Back to the topic!" The silver-haired boy made a 'STOP' gesture, and the other two at the table looked at him, asking, as if to say: What is the topic?

"Gloves, gloves."

Tachibana and Ya suddenly realized.

He forgot just now that the topic started here.

"This is to prevent fingerprints from being left on your body." He showed the palms and backs of his hands, and said, "If it weren't for the fact that you two have official backgrounds, you wouldn't be traced if you left traces in this house. Won't even sit down for a while."

Originally, he planned to take a casual look and try to leave as few traces as possible, so that it would be easy to clean up when he left, and it would not cause too much burden on the work of the police.

As a result, as soon as the two conjurers appeared, the incident escalated, and the police couldn't control who had entered the house, so he didn't have to be so cautious anymore.

Gojo Satoru was disappointed: "I thought it was to cover up the knife wound or gunshot wound on my hand..."

As he spoke, he still looked at Ju Heya's chest and waist with his eyes, where the gun was placed.

"Not really." Ju Heya took off a glove, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and stretched out a self-evident testimony.

That hand was well-proportioned, like a white and moist jade, the fly in the ointment was that the tiger's mouth and the first knuckle of the index finger were covered with calluses.

"Your hands are much smaller than mine, like a child."

Gojo Satoru moved his hand over childishly.

This action also caught the attention of his kindergarten classmate Xia Youjie, who also stretched out his hand.

The three of them put their hands together, and the contrast was even more obvious.

Gojo Satoru had a standard cold white skin, with bulging veins on the back of his hands.

Although his fingers are long and slender like a girl's, with clear and graceful lines, his palms are large, and they are the type that make you scream when you look at them.

Xia Youjie's skin color is more Asian, warm white skin, and greenish black hair will make girls envious.

His hands are well-articulated and full of strength.

Putting it together with Wujo Satoru's hand, although it is actually similar, it will make people feel bigger visually-probably because of the thick skeleton.

As for Tachibana and Ya...

Compared to those two, he seemed like a real young man.

If his hands were placed with high school girls, they would be at most a circle older.

Xia Youjie compared and said, "It feels similar to Glass's hand."

Gojo Satoru squeezed Tachibana Heya's palm very familiarly: "The touch is similar to that of Glass's hand."

Ju and Yahe smiled kindly, withdrew their hands suddenly, and slapped the backs of their hands with their backhands.

"Is Nitro a classmate of yours? Then it must be hard for her to endure the inhuman character of the two of you alone."

Gojo Satoru pretended not to hear his ridicule, and raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "How can it be hard work, Jie and I are the strongest, and I don't know how happy I am to be with us. In this way, the three of us can form the most beautiful team in history." A strong one!"

Tachibana and Ya are skeptical of his claims.

This person does have the arrogance that the strongest should have, but it remains to be explored whether it is a second-degree illness.

"Speaking of which, we don't know how old Mr. Ju is this year?" After Xia Youjie was beaten, he honestly withdrew his hand, "After all, your appearance is very deceptive."

Height too.

Of course, I didn't say this sentence, because I was afraid that the little guy would blow his hair.

"16 is old."

This is real age.

Gojo Wu & Xia Youjie: "Huh?"

Ju Heya made a very difficult expression, he smirked and rolled his eyes: "A man is a teenager until he dies, haven't you heard of it?"

"I wish I could look a little more mature, so that when I face the old people in the upper echelons, I won't always be told by them 'I haven't grown up', 'This is nonsense', or 'I'm a kid who does his own way' and so on. . " Wujo Wujo said, pointing his fingers.

Ju and Yasi Yuyan: "Whether your appearance will change or not, I don't know. But I don't think you can change your personality, give it up, it can't be cured, it's hopeless."

Gojo Satoru: "Hey~? Have you come to a conclusion so quickly? But a mere little brother, Heya really dares to say it!"

Ju Heya was full of question marks: "Heya?! We don't know each other that well..."

"What do you think of Jay? Will I be more attractive to grown men in the future?"

"I think Heya is right." Give up the treatment.

Ju Heya's smile gradually split: "You two, don't call me by my name..."

angry.

"Don't you like being called He Ya?" Xia Youjie asked, blinking.

Ju and Ya just nodded, ready to say: If you don't know me well, please call me 'Ju Sang'.

Seeing Xia Youjie smiling like a fox: "Then give him a nickname."

"Xiaoya (masachan), how are you doing?"

Wujowu little seal applauded, and was very supportive: "I think it's very good ~ Yaqin is also fine."

Regardless of the parties' ideas, they discussed enthusiastically.

Ju and Ya: Damn, two mentally retarded.

The author has something to say: Wujo Wu: Xiaoya called me balabala that day...

Xia Youjie: I haven't seen Xiaoya for a long time and I don't know balabala...

Nitro who doesn't know the truth: what?Is there any girl other than me who can have a friendly relationship with the two of you? !Let me meet that warrior!

——coc running group——

Playing role-playing games normally will definitely not be like me writing novels. I will communicate so much with npcs.

But I am running a group (pseudo) + a novel, the plot of the running group accounts for half, and the plot of communicating with Wu Jie or others accounts for the other half (this is probably a demining