Coquettish six eyes are the best life

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Kudo Shinichi's speed of changing clothes was not slow. When he walked out of the changing room, he saw Kamo Tsurumi waiting alone. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes for a rest. His whole body was pressed against the wall, and anyone with a discerning eye could see it. Come out he is very tired now.

Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but think of the scene where he broke through the science during the day. The exhaustion should be due to healing Xiaolan.

He put all these thoughts behind him, stepped forward cautiously, tapped Kamo Tsurumi's arm twice, and said softly, "Brother Tsurumi..."

Kamo Tsurumi opened his eyes, raised his hand and opened his mouth and yawned. Saliva was secreted from his mouth and soaked his mouth. He swallowed the saliva with a "grunt" in his throat, and said to Kudo Shinichi, "Okay? Let's eat."

In fact, he woke up as soon as Kudo Shinichi came out. He just wanted to hurry up and recuperate. The "sequelae" of getting up early were too serious, and he had to gather his energy to clean up the dirty things brought in by the uninvited guests from the restaurant over there.

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The restaurant of the hotel is not big, but it is arranged in an orderly manner by Mori Eri and Kudo Yukiko, people no longer pay attention to the size of the restaurant, but focus on the delicious food on the table.

At a glance, it looks like some home-cooked dishes, but the details reveal a little bit of warmth.

There is a round table in the dining room, and Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko are sitting together. There is an empty seat next to the latter, which is probably reserved for Kudo Shinichi. From that empty seat are Kudo Yukiko and Kudo Yusaku, and beside Mao Lilan It's Eri Mori and Kogoro Mori.

The seat between Yusaku Kudo and Kogoro Mori was supposed to be reserved for Kamo Tsurumi, but at this moment there was an uninvited guest.

Thanks to this unexpected guest, no one was in the mood to dine.

As soon as Kamo Tsurumi turned the corner and walked into the restaurant, he was suffocated by a stench that belonged exclusively to the mantra.

This smell is mixed with the aroma of the food, just like the crepes you just got in your hand shake and fall when you pass by the alley, and "plop" into the smelly ditch full of rats and cockroaches. Swallowed by the stinky ditch, avoiding the mixed smell of the untimely trouser legs being splashed, there is no way to change a pair of trousers for a while.

The stench drifted into Kamo Tsurumi's nostrils, infecting his sense of smell and taste, and made his empty stomach start to churn unconsciously. It was unpleasant for stomach acid to flood into his mouth, and he frowned disgustedly resisting the desire to vomit.

Still the same smell.

Kamo Tsurumi ignored the humanoid curse spirit clinging behind the uninvited guest, brought a chair from the kitchen, and sat in the corner farthest from him.

Mori Kogoro, who couldn't see the curse spirit, also couldn't understand his behavior, so he simply ignored him, and slapped the table in front of the man heavily with his big hands, making the dishes and chopsticks collide.

"Your knife was disposed of by us, you can give up all resistance and tell us what happened." Mori Kogoro said in a deep voice.

The uninvited guest—that is, the prisoner who attacked the policeman, kept his head down and kept silent after being disarmed, muttering words that no one could hear clearly, nodding and shaking his head from time to time, his head twitched after a while, as if he was a little delirious unclear.

And it was Kogoro Mori's shot that not only rang the dull atmosphere in the restaurant, but also made his mind clear for a moment. His breathing was still heavy, but he could still speak.

"Something...is entangled with me." He trembled, his throat choked so hard that he couldn't make a sentence, "After I stabbed the policeman, no, it entangled me before that."

"I swear I didn't intend to stab him, I just got angry for a moment," he shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the image that came to his mind again, "My eyes are black and white and I can't see anything. When I can When I saw it, I realized what I had done."

"I ran away because I was too scared. I didn't attack the police on purpose." He murmured, lowered his head and grabbed his hair, shrunk in his own world and kept emphasizing to himself that he didn't know that he was innocent.

"But the knife you brought is ironclad evidence."

Mori Kogoro was referring to the blood-stained knife that was now in the evidence bag, which was iron-like evidence.

"Don't tell me that someone forced you to go out with a knife."

He looked at Mori Kogoro suddenly, his bound hands were like grasping a life-saving straw, he tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, and shouted: "It made me carry the knife! I am controlled!! "

As soon as the words fell, he realized something again, his expression was blank for a moment, and he shook his head to himself, immersing himself in his own world.

"I forgot, you can't see it."

"'It'? What does it mean?" Kudo Yusaku spoke to him.

He lowered his head, continued to say with blank eyes: "It's that thing, that thing that entangles me, it's that thing that controls me, but I can't see it, and neither can you..."

Kudo Shinichi doesn't sound right, should this person see a psychiatrist?

He thought so, so he asked.

"You don't understand at all!!" He glared at Kudo Shinichi, clasping his hands together, "It's not a psychological problem, I'm sure, there is really something lying on my shoulder, I can feel it, its hand Just press my head."

"My head is getting heavier and heavier, my neck hurts, it's too heavy, why it came to me, it's all its fault, so tired, so heavy..."

The order of his sentences became more and more chaotic, the sobriety in his head gradually faded, his scalp became numb, and the incomprehensible sourness lingered in his mouth for a long time.

All eyes were on his shoulders and head, but there was nothing there, there was no such thing as "it".

"Then how did you find this hotel?" Yusaku Kudo asked again, there were too many things he couldn't figure out.

"I,"

He suddenly widened his eyes, remembering his purpose of coming here.

"I saw it—" He looked for the target left and right, and finally found it in the corner. He stood up from the chair with a swish, put his palms on the edge of the table, and looked at him beggingly, "You, you can save me, right?"

And the object of his prayer - Kamo Tsurumi is sitting on the chair, with his feet on the edge of the chair, his legs are folded side by side, his arms are close to his body, his left hand is gently rubbing his stomach, his right hand is holding the collar of his clothes, half His face was hidden under the high collar to keep warm, his eyes were slightly closed as if he had fallen asleep.

Xu Shi was woken up by his sharp voice, Kamo Tsurumi frowned, his eyes opened wide and stared at the ground in a daze, there was still sleepiness in his lowered eyes.

The kitchen fell silent for a while, and no one spoke.

It seemed that everyone believed that the man had a mental illness and said some strange words.

Only Yusaku Kudo, who knew a little about the magic world, looked at Kamo Tsurumi after deep thought.

The curse spirit holding him behind the man's back also slowly turned the part of the suspected head at this time, facing Kamo Tsurumi with a face without facial features.

The stench that only one person could smell in the air pointed directly at Kamo Tsurumi, his stomach was churning again and again, with a strong desire to vomit, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stuck out his tongue and made a 'vomit' towards the air shape.

"...It stinks to death." He muttered softly.

No one heard the grunt, but his extremely uncomfortable appearance reminded Mao Lilan of being healed by him during the day, guessing that this was the reason for his fatigue.

She got up and went to the kitchen to get a cup of warm water, and handed it to Kamo Tsurumi.

Kamo Tsurumi smiled gratefully at her, drank the water in the glass, took the empty glass in his hand, and put his legs on the chair again.

"Hey! Say something!" The prisoner had a grim face, pointed at Kamo Tsurumi, and yelled at him, "Don't keep talking! Did you invite him to come here!!"

Kamo Tsurumi finally had a little reaction, he put his hands on his knees, the glass in his left hand collided with the calf bone, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's really strange..." He was puzzled by the indiscriminate rejection of the prisoner, and asked him, "Why do you think 'it' is staring at you?"

"W-why are you staring at me?" The man didn't expect Kamo Tsurumi to ask such a question, and he stood there in a daze, still holding the table with his hands.

Kamo Tsurumi had taken a bath, and now the high ponytail that was usually tied up fell down, covering his back, and a few strands hung on his knees.

He is like a seductive witch in a fairy tale, staring straight at that person with bewitching red pupils, and slightly parting his lips, "Why, 'it' is staring at you? Did you do something wrong?"

"I, what did I do wrong..." His face was contorted, and he couldn't remember what happened that day for a while.

Kamo Tsurumi stood up, brought clean chopsticks from the table, took a bite of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it into his mouth. The sweetness of the sweet and sour pork ribs dilutes the remaining taste in his mouth. He stroked his puffed cheek with his left hand and chewed carefully After swallowing, he said, "Then let me help you remember."

"Going out with a knife in the morning, right? Carrying controlled knives; falsely claiming to have lost valuables to attract the incumbent criminal policeman Maori, and reporting to the false police; opening someone else's bag and trying to steal other people's things, invading other people's privacy, invading other people's property and stealing ; stabbed the policeman, assaulted the policeman and attempted to kill someone. He also followed our group and trespassed on the house." He counted the crimes of that person with his fingers, vomiting them out of his mouth one by one.

Mori Lawyer Eri, who was listening to him, opened his lips slightly, but closed them again without saying anything.

"Perhaps you were entangled the moment you felt malicious."

"People really can't do bad things—"

Under Kamo Tsurumi's exclamation, memories appeared in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, he bent down in pain, his bound hands grabbed the hair on his forehead, and his throat let out a soundless roar.

And the curse spirit on his body naturally liked his emotions, and as he moved further hugged his back, resting his head on his head.

"Okay, stop, stop --" Kamo Tsurumi stretched out his hand and made a 'stop' gesture, looked at him seriously, and threatened: "I guess, your head should be getting heavier and heavier, right?"

Kamo Tsurumi's words woke him up, he raised his head instantly, looked at the only hope in front of him, and murmured: "Please help me, I'm wrong, please help me, I'm wrong, please Please save me..."

Mori Kogoro and Kudo Shinichi already had expressions of "I see what you are talking about". Mori Ran was talking to Suzuki Sonoko about "Little Bird God".

"Hey, I said you're almost done, you're nagging..."

"Well, Mori-kun, this is not our field of expertise, just watch quietly." Yusaku Kudo pinched his chin with great interest to stop Mori Kogoro.

Kudo Yukiko got the intention of Kamo Tsurumi at this moment, pulled her husband's arm and said softly: "Yu-chan, Tsurumi, is he trying to suddenly break the prisoner's psychological defense line, so that the prisoner will regret it?"

"Hush—" Yusaku Kudo put his index finger on his lips, motioning his wife to look at Kamo Tsurumi, "Look, he's about to 'save someone'."

Kamo Tsurumi walked up to the prisoner holding his nose with his left hand, kicked the chair the prisoner was sitting on, raised his head towards the door, and said to him in a strange voice, "Go and stand at the door."

The prisoner was quite obedient, or maybe he didn't think too much, and walked towards the gate like a puppet being manipulated, followed by Kamo Tsurumi.

"Okay, just stop here, and then open the door. Yes, it's a little bigger, and the air outlet of the station is blocked from the wind, so don't let the wind blow to others."

Kamo Tsurumi is like the commander-in-chief of the school festival, guiding him to the right position word by word.

"Yeah, that's right, the next step is the main event." He handed the cup he had been holding to the prisoner, "You will pay for the cup, okay?"

The prisoner didn't understand, but he could only nod for his own life.

"That's good, that's right, turn the glass sideways at the end, and hold it on the heaviest part of your head."

He did as he did, and raised the glass above his head, the 'face' of the curse spirit was reflected on the wall of the glass, which seemed a little funny, it was only a third-level curse spirit, and its incomplete power made it impossible to judge whether the person in front of him could see it.

Kamo Tsurumi was still pinching his nose with his left hand, tilted his head and gave him a sly smile, "It will hurt a little..."