After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

Spacious meeting hall.

"This is the anatomy report submitted by Ms. Iyomi of the Tokyo Conjuration Academy to the world of conjuration," the secretary behind the gray-haired old man at the head of the conference table stretched out a hand and put a stack of documents in front of the old man, "below It's the mission report of the first-level conjurer Nanami Kento."

The report this time was not done by Matsushiro Kazuki, he was not there at the time, and the report submitted to the world of conjuration on the anatomical information of this incident was written by Iirui Glass himself.

"Leave it alone." The old man casually flipped through the first report, and was immediately confused by the handwriting that was about to fly and some medical terms that could barely make out what was written. overflowing the paper.

The corners of the old man's eyes curled downwards, with a slight look of concern on his face, and then he closed the report with a calm expression.

Jiarui Nitzi who submitted the report is a valuable reverse spell user in the magic world. He can secretly trip up Wujo Envoy, but he is not good at doing anything to Jiarui.

Besides, what happened this time was just a further means for them to put pressure on Gaozhuan and Gojo Wu through the human beings who looked like curse spirits.

The minutiae of the autopsy report are not important, and Gojo Satoru took the initiative to come to the meeting this time as a sign of compromise.

Now that Wutiao Satoru, the most disobedient of Yusanjia's generation, was able to come to the meeting on his own initiative, it seemed that the strategy adopted last time against Su Nuo container was not useless.

There was a satisfied smile on the old man's face, and he slightly suppressed the anxiety in his heart: "Wu Tiao, this time about the curse spirit..."

He deliberately chose a slightly intimate way of addressing, and there were many Gojos present, and such a name might not be a recognition of Wujo Wu's coming this time.

What he said stopped after looking up.

"Five?" The old man frowned and lowered his voice slightly.

In front of the conference table, Gojo Satoru, who he thought was sensible just a second ago, is now taking a selfie with his mobile phone, and it seems that he doesn't shy away from the other high-level people around him.

After taking the photo, Gojo Gojo continued to click on something on the phone without looking up, as if he didn't hear his voice at all.

All the other high-level people around looked over, which made the old man feel a little embarrassed.

"Wujo," he raised his voice again, and after waiting for a few seconds to see that he hadn't raised his head, he finally couldn't help falling, "Wujo Enlightenment."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru raised his head and glanced at him, "Did 'Gojo' just call me?"

Without waiting for the old man to speak, he buried his head in the phone again, and directly sent the original pictures of the photos he just took to Kazuki Matsushiro, and then raised his head contentedly.

The original image is straight out, no need for filter retouching at all.

"Why are you angry?" Gojo Satoru put away his phone, looked around frivolously, and focused on the faces of several elders, "There are so many Gojo here, who knows who you are calling?"

His tone was sloppy, with a deliberate smile on his face.

He didn't seem to take the serious atmosphere in the chamber and the face of the old man at heart at all.

"Just tell me if you have something to say," Gotiao Satoru obviously felt that one sentence was not enough, as if adding fuel to the matter, "Just call the name without talking about the matter, why? Do you still have to roll the roll in the meeting?"

As soon as the voice fell, a very obvious incoming message notification sounded suddenly in the extremely quiet conference hall.

The source of the voice was Gojo Satoru who had just uttered the craziest words.

"Rolling names like this is not enough." He seemed to be amused by his own guess, and after turning on the phone as if no one else was there, he said in an old-fashioned tone, "There are so many five things here, and you can't count clearly if you just call five things by name."

"Oh, that's right," Gojo Satoru glanced at the phone, suddenly raised his head and said seriously, "If you want to roll the roll, can you hurry up?"

He shook the phone screen: "I'm leaving in half an hour."

"Wujo Wu." The old man's face was extremely serious, and his voice sounded like he was suppressing his anger, "Don't push yourself."

"It's strange," Gojo Satoru fell back very uncooperatively, and leaned back on the back of the chair in a very unclean manner, with a tense tone, "Where did I get an inch? How about you tell me?"

He usually doesn't speak honorifics to this group of senior executives, but when he uses them occasionally, it sounds full of perfunctory and sarcasm.

Matsushiro Kazuki's worries before he left now seem to be not unreasonable. Gojo Satoru, the ancestor, went to see the high-level to solve troubles, he just went to find troubles.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence in the conference hall, no one made a sound, only Wutiaowu's heels knocking against the corner of the table in a regular manner for a while.

If his purpose of coming here was to annoy the higher-ups so that everyone would not ask whether other people were involved in the execution of the mission besides Jianren Qihai, then Wujo Satoru had obviously succeeded now.

The high-level people present, not to mention others, at least the old man in the lead was very angry, and all the materials in front of him were smashed at hand.

"I..." Gojo Satoru didn't seem to be enough, and wanted to say something to continue to raise the blood pressure of everyone present, but at this moment, his voice was suddenly interrupted by the next message notification tone.

Gojo Satoru frowned, and sent several messages in succession with his fingers.

no reply.

Ignoring the angry voice of the old man in charge and his increasingly worried face, he suddenly stood up and made a phone call to Kazuki Matsushiro.

The bell rang twice, but no one answered.

Amidst the elder's furious voice, Gojo Satoru suddenly grabbed the phone and disappeared into the conference hall.

Kazuki Matsushiro frowned and sent the ambulance away.

He always felt that this fainted short-haired girl was inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it before.

The dessert shop was blocked by the Metropolitan Police who arrived in time.

The ambulance and the police car arrived outside the dessert shop one after the other, and pulled away the short-haired girl who suddenly vomited blood and passed out.

While everyone's attention was on the door, Matsushiro Kazuki got a little closer to the place where the girl was unconscious, squatted down and frowned and looked around the surrounding ground.

Thanks to the store manager who called out everyone in time at the time of the incident, and Conan who quickly protected the scene of the crime, the scene of the crime was not damaged in any way.

The pink-haired girl who was stopped stood blankly by the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the ambulance take her friend away. She turned around and took a look. At the time of the incident, she reacted the fastest and asked the people around to move a certain distance to allow fresh air. Conan: "Nishimiya..."

She sobbed, looked around, and subconsciously grabbed the hand of the only girl of the same age, Wild Rose, and looked at Conan: "Is she going to be okay?"

Conan was looking at Kazuki Matsushiro's actions thoughtfully.

Haibara glanced at Conan who was still thinking about something outside the situation, reached out and slapped his arm: "Ask you."

When he was Kudo Shinichi, he was often asked this and that at the scene of the crime. It was the first time that someone asked him these things after he became a pupil like Edogawa Conan who looked only seven or eight years old.

"Ah? ... Oh," Conan suddenly returned to his senses, and he was stunned for a moment before touching his chin and slowly replied, "Does your friend have any genetic disease or some mental disease?"

He was close, and he squatted down to check in time. To be honest, the symptoms of the girl who had just been taken away didn't look like poisoning, but rather a sign of some kind of disease.

It's just that she happened to have an attack while eating dessert, she suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma, and even her heart stopped beating for three to five seconds, which created the illusion that she was seriously poisoned and close to shock.

"I don't know..." The little girl blinked blankly, "She, she is usually quite healthy, I don't know why she suddenly vomited blood and fell into a coma..."

At the end of the sentence, he brought a crying voice again.

Officer Meguro walking this way: ...

He looked at the suspect closest to the victim with a strange expression, and then at Edogawa Conan, his eyes clearly said: It's fine to show up at the scene of the crime often, but now even the suspect will make him cry?

Conan:?

No, no?It's not his fault!

What does the girl crying have to do with him?

The chaotic dessert shop gradually became orderly with the arrival of the police. Kazuki Matsushiro returned to his seat when Officer Megure asked the little pink-haired girl, and sat down with Fukuro Kizaki.

Since the victim's condition was unknown and he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, the police were divided into two teams. One team followed the store manager to the backstage to collect surveillance, and the other team stayed to investigate the on-site personnel.

Kazuki Matsushiro's table was the first to be investigated as the customer closest to the victim.

"We are students in a religious school on the outskirts of Tokyo." Faced with the police's investigation, Fuguro Hui calmly took out his student ID card. "Today, I came to the city with my teacher."

On the two student ID cards on the table, there is a line that looks up: [Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Magic]

The following student information is: [First grader: Megumi Fukuro] and [First grader: Kizaki Wild Rose].

A school name I've never heard of.

The police officer sitting on the left nodded to Officer Mugure, and took out his mobile phone to look for something.

Officer Megure turned and looked at Matsushiro Kazuki who was sitting aside: "Are you a teacher?"

Kazuki Matsushiro nodded slightly, and added: "Non-staff faculty members, our school is a boarding religious school."

Along with his supplementary voice, the information that the police officer on the left retrieved from the file fell.

Although the name of the school is off the mark, such a school can indeed be found in the information system, and the information of the three people in front of them can also be found in the system.

They didn't have any motive for committing the crime, not to mention that in the previous waves of investigations, many people mentioned the surprise after the two men, Kazuki Matsushiro and Megumi Fukuro, entered the dessert shop. Next, it is also difficult to poison.

What's more, according to the inspection of the remaining food, no residual toxic chemicals were found in it.

Now wait for the colleagues who called the monitoring to come back and confirm that they have not had contact with the victim next to them, and then they can be released.

Officer Megure nodded slightly to Kazuki Matsushiro and the others, and turned around to start investigating the next table of suspects.

"Brother, did you just say that you are in a religious school?" After Police Officer Mu Mu left, Conan suddenly poked his head out and asked curiously.

He acted like a curious schoolboy hearing these things for the first time.

"Yes, it's far away from Tokyo." Rose Nagasaki raised her eyebrows, propped her chin and looked at the police officers who were still investigating, and complained with a long breath, "It's so far away that it's like going to school in the country."

When Matsushiro Kazuki introduced Conan and Haibara Ai to them, he said that they were helping to take care of the children of friends’ homes when they came, but he didn’t explain to them that the two of them hid their identities, so the two of them didn’t notice Edogawa Conan The question is inquiry rather than curiosity.

"That's it..." Conan followed Kagezaki's words casually, "Sounds like hard work."

In the case of religious schools, the anomaly at the beginning may have been explained.

When everyone heard the screams and looked in the direction of the unconscious person, the first reaction of the two students was to look around, especially the ceiling, wall and floor. Turned to the comatose themselves.

When ordinary people see someone fainting, their first reaction is to be injured and die and call an ambulance. For religious practitioners, they tend to suspect that such emergencies are related to ghosts and gods. explained.

At the same time, the whereabouts of Matsushiro Kazuki was also explained.

A boarding religious school that most people have never heard of, and it is still far away in the outskirts of Tokyo, it is indeed an excellent place to hide from the limelight.

Conan slowly retracted his gaze, slightly reducing his doubts about the two students.

As for Kazuki Matsushiro's unusual attention to the location of the unconscious person... Edogawa Conan frowned, put the matter on hold for now, and followed Officer Megure to ask the next customer.

"I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen." Kazuki Matsushiro sat behind the table and shrugged apologetically at the two students: "Now we have to wait for the police to adjust the surveillance and come back before we can leave."

After it was found that there were no chemical residues in the food, their suspicions were greatly reduced. In addition, they did not make any abnormal actions during the surveillance. When the police inspecting the surveillance came back, they would be asked to leave the scene soon.

Adding this matter should have nothing to do with the curse.

At the first moment of the incident, Kagezaki and Fuguro's first reaction was to check whether there were any traces of curse spirits around them, and he himself also repeatedly confirmed that there was no trace of curse power around the fainted girl.

It should be something like a common sudden illness.

"This incident is too..." Before Fu Heihui finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked behind Kazuki Matsushiro, "Teacher Wujo?"

Matsushiro Kazuki:?

Where did Wujo Wu come from?

He turned his head inexplicably, and before he could turn around, he felt himself falling into a tight embrace.

Gojo Satoru hugged him very tightly, his emotions seemed to be fluctuating a bit, he gritted his teeth and asked in his ear: "Are you not answering my phone?"

Matsushiro Kazuki: Huh?

He was taken away from his original seat for interrogation just now, how did he answer the phone?

"You also saw an accident in the dessert shop... We were the first to be investigated as the customers closest to the crime scene," he could only explain with this twisted posture, "Is my mobile phone on that table?" bring here."

After saying this, before Gojo Satoru could speak, he preemptively said, "Why did you teleport directly to the dessert shop, and suddenly appeared in the murder scene, what if the police officer investigating us hasn't left yet?"

"You can't stop answering my phone call," Gojo Satoru's voice was subconsciously commandingly aggrieved, as if he didn't listen to a single sentence of his long explanation, "I should have known you today came together."

"You still have something to settle..." Considering the two first graders here, Kazuki Matsushiro did not directly mention the name of Yuzu Yuhito, "You go first, what should the police do if they see you suddenly appearing here?"

"Then let them investigate me again," Gojo Satoru muttered, his hands not loose at all, like a repeater, "You don't answer my phone."

Matsushiro Kazuki: ...

He secretly turned his head and gave Gojo Satoru a look, warning him to at least restrain himself in front of the students.

Seeing him tilt his head, Gojo Satoru actually stared at him confidently.

Matsushiro Kazuki: ...Forget it.

It was indeed his fault for not answering the phone, but he didn't know that Gojo Satoru would call him when he put the phone on the original seat to be questioned by the police?

This can not blame him.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru at least had a sense of propriety.

He will bend down and hug Matsushiro Kazuki from behind. This is a position that only the two parties can experience the tight embrace and strong possessiveness, but it looks like a good buddy to outsiders.

At least Kazuki Matsushiro comforted himself that way.

While the two were chatting, the police officers who went to investigate the surveillance cameras checked all the customers who were not suspected of committing crimes and were asking them to leave the scene.

At this time, the police officer who came over with Kazuki Matsushiro's mobile phone was one of them.

"This is your mobile phone." After confirming that they were not suspects, the policemen's faces became more relaxed, and they even had a little joke when they handed him the mobile phone: "Sorry, I wasted your time."

"It seems to have affected your date with your girlfriend. She sent a lot of messages." The police officer put the phone in front of Kazuki Matsushiro with a normal expression, as if he didn't see Gojo Satoru lying behind him, and said narrowly Blinking, "I can explain it to you if necessary."

As soon as he said this, Kazuki Matsushiro instantly felt that the air pressure behind him dropped by more than ten degrees, Gojo Satoru's arms seemed to strangle him to death on the spot.

"No, no, no," he said almost leaning back, "Just give it to me."

"Okay," the policeman shrugged, "you can leave here, sorry to take up your time again."

Matsushiro Kazuki: "...cough, cough, no delay, no delay."

Where did he get his girlfriend from?

The only four women in his address book, Kizaki and Miyano, were with him just now, so there was no need to send messages.When Maki called him, she habitually called the teacher along with the first graders, and she would not be recognized as a girlfriend.

It can't be Nitro, can it?

Clearly, the people behind him wanted to know more about it than he did.

As soon as the police officer left, Gojo Satoru's voice sounded darkly: "Who sent the message."

This tone, as if the person who sent the message was going to be chopped up to make buns in the next second, Kazuki Matsushiro almost suspected that he would immediately seek revenge and take his head after seeing the sender.

"How do I know?" Matsushiro Kazuki clicked on the phone screen inexplicably.

On the standby screen, there were a dozen or so messages bombarded indiscriminately.

[Ancestor: More than half an hour? 】

[Ancestor: What happened? 】

[Ancestor:? ? ? 】

【Ancestor: Respond to the message】

[Ancestor: Forget it, I'll just call]

【Missed call: ancestors (2)】

Matsushiro Kazuki: ...

Matsushiro Kazuki slowly turned on the screen, the message list was lined up, and the sender's avatar was Gojo Satoru.

[Remarks: Ancestor]