Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

How would you react if you woke up and found that your partner left you alone?

Goodbye, little bastard——by Matsumoto Jiro.

Matsumoto Jiro opened his eyes, and in front of him was an unknown ceiling.

A long-haired, decadent beauty in a white coat came over: "You woke up pretty quickly, your body is fine."

[kp: Jiro Matsumoto hp=9/9]

Jiro Matsumoto glanced at the clock on the wall: 3 p.m.

He slept for less than 5 hours on a full schedule.

"This is the high school, where did the interior go?" Matsumoto Jiro touched his injured area, and the bloody area was smooth now - as if he had never been injured at all.

Matsumoto Jiro: Wow, I would like to call you God milk.

God's milk, Jiarui Nitzi replied casually: "I don't know, it was Wu who sent you here, so go out if you have nothing to do."

"Treatment costs?"

"unnecessary."

After simply dealing with the unfamiliar patients, Yarui Nishiko continued to busy with her own affairs, completely ignoring Matsumoto Jiro's distorted expression.

A doctor who doesn't need treatment fees... In addition to quack doctors who can give first aid punches to kill people, there is actually a magician who can't think about it!

It only took 0.5 seconds for Matsumoto Jiro's expression to change from bewildered, to unbelievable, to heartbroken.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Jia Ruozi looked up inadvertently, and was so frightened by Matsumoto Jiro Yanyi that he dropped his pen.

"Do you have any injuries on your face?"

"Yes." Matsumoto Jiro said in a low voice.

"What? I didn't find any wounds on my face during my previous inspection." Considering the previous precedent, Jiarui Nizi didn't say anything dead, but came over to check again, "Where is the wound and how did it happen?"

"It's your wasteful thoughts that make me sad." Matsumoto Jiro sat on the hospital bed in grief.

"what?"

"Miss Iari works very hard, isn't she paid a lot?" Matsumoto Jiro asked a question.

Jia Ruozi didn't understand what he meant, but he still replied: "It's okay, I'm not short of money."

"So how many people are treated in a month?"

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Jia Ruozi frowned: "Does this have anything to do with you?"

"Actually, I'm a mercenary, and I'm considering changing to a conjurer, so I want to know the current situation of ordinary conjurers. After all, Mr. Gojo's situation is too abnormal to be used as a reference." Jiro Matsumoto didn't change his face.

[kp: Jiro Matsumoto's speech skill 201D100=14 success]

"So that's how it is," Jiarui Nitro nodded, "I don't recommend you to enter this line of work. I don't know the casualties of mercenaries, but it is basically standard for conjurers to get injured when they go out on missions. A super curse spirit will also be injured, or even die."

Matsumoto Jiro: "It sounds like the situation is very serious. With such an excellent doctor as Dr. Iamori, is the death rate of conjurers still not low?"

"On the contrary, since I joined the job, the death rate of conjurers has been increasing year by year." Jiarui Glass had a complicated expression.

This is not difficult to understand.

With the output of the nanny and the output without the nanny, it is clear at a glance who knows how to save life.

"Tsk tsk, is it the courage given to them by the doctor?" Every hidden sword with only blood and skin can't blame Wanhua for being too safe. "However, occupations with too high a death rate cannot be included." options."

Matsumoto Jiro sighed regretfully.

"If you know, stay away from the conjurer." Jia Ruozi had no interest in communicating at all.

"But I, a high school student, heard that I'm ready to go on missions." Jiro Matsumoto looked thoughtfully at the female doctor with a displeased expression. "I think they are also part of the death rate you mentioned."

"What do you want to say?" Jia Ruozi frowned.

"The current conjurers don't have any b numbers on their blood bars. They are all spoiled by doctors. If they want to change the high death rate, I suggest that some necessary measures be taken."

"Want to hear it?" Matsumoto Jiro approached her with a bewitching tone.

[Matsumoto Jiro: Pass the words. ]

[kp: Matsumoto Jiro speaking skill 201D100=1 big success]

[Jiro Matsumoto: Wuhu! ! !Thank you, thank you, thank you for your pity!The money we earn together! ]

[kp: This rhetoric is outrageous! ]

Mentioning the increasing casualty rate every year, she felt like vomiting blood when she entered the house. She worked hard in the college, day and night, with dark circles on her face so heavy that cos pandas didn't even need to put on makeup, but in the end they only got corpses and corpses. familiar face.

Some are due to the window's oversight, which can be classified as force majeure together with mission emergencies, but more are due to the conjurer's desperate style of play. It can be ignored, because more and more conjurers died in missions because they miscalculated their blood bars-you know, they assign missions according to their level.

A conjurer of the same level is strong enough to remove the curse, which is already the way to do tasks to maximize the survival rate of the conjurer.

"Tell me about it." Jiarui Yanzi raised his ears.

Anyway just listen.

5 month.

The high school infirmary ushered in a new wounded patient.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Jiarui Glass looked at his mission records while checking his injuries.

Ino Takuma hugged his broken hand and wanted to cry without tears: "Miss Iamuri, this time it was an accident, I took a little risk..."

Jianren Qihai next to him dismantled the situation: "If I hadn't passed by, you would have lost too much blood on the way. If you are lucky, you will recover your life."

"Very good, deduct half of your mission gold, and make a memory."

"NO! My new magic tool!!!"

A new setting has been added for entering the infirmary.

When it is judged that the conjurer received unnecessary injuries due to being too reckless during the mission, their mission gold will be deducted according to the injury, and the deducted mission gold will be used as the bonus for the conjurer who completed the mission without injury, and the curse for accidental death. Artist's pension.

Jia Ruozi cruelly scratched off the quest gold of the howling conjurer, feeling happy.

The new rules had an immediate effect. After only one month of operation, the number of seriously injured people in the magic world plummeted. It has been a month since she took over the corpse.

"Hey, I'm going to save money again this month. If I knew it, I wouldn't be so impatient!" Takuma Ino regretted when he thought of the spell loan he had just applied for.

"So you have to learn the lesson and treat the battle more carefully." Qihai Jianren appreciated the new rules, and the necessary pressure will make people pay more attention to their own lives.

"Yes……"

Outside the medical office.

The woman whose face was half covered by her long hair smiled at Yan Yan: "You really have a hand, obviously I have proposed a similar plan before, but Niozi disagrees no matter what, I really can't figure it out."

"That's where your focus is wrong."

The man leaning against the wall held his mobile phone in one hand and smiled with satisfaction when he saw the transfer information that had just arrived.

"You value your own gains and losses too much, self-interest doesn't matter, but if you put this kind of thinking in front of you and emphasize it again and again, you will naturally be alerted by the doctor, and I am helping the magician with all my heart to improve the survival rate."

Mingming narrowed his eyes: "By the way, he took a lot of money to enrich his purse? A bad man who puts his selfishness in it?"

"It's hard to say, aren't we good partners for making money?" Matsumoto Jiro put away his phone, and walked out of the high school with Mingming.

"Then, how about giving your good partner nine points, of course I will give you one?" Ming Ming said with a smile.

"Forget about talking in your sleep, five or five points is already very humane."

[Matsumoto Jiro: This woman is really trying to deduct money from me all the time, is she just so greedy! ]

[kp: ... Where do you have the qualifications to say that, you two are in the same boat, okay? ]

[Matsumoto Jiro: I contribute my efforts to the planning, and it is reasonable to take half of the proceeds! ]

[kp: Without Mingming's contacts, your plan will not be able to stand up in this life. ]

[Matsumoto Jiro: It doesn't matter, as long as there is someone who enters the glass. ]

The only thing that can't be replaced is Jiarui Glass.

As long as the family is on the side of Matsumoto Jiro, his plan will never be short of people to join, and Mingming will be the first to find him with his keen sense of money.

The two reached a perfect consensus on the concept of money, and Matsumoto Jiro was too conspicuous to intervene in the magic world as an outsider, and needed someone to cover him, so the money-oriented Mingming joined the group smoothly, and opened his mouth to bite away half of the proceeds ( Matsumoto Jiro has not been persuaded).

And this income has a long history, and it is a business that is almost equivalent to the life span of household nitrates.

As long as this business continues and the interests are maintained, Mingming is Matsumoto Jiro's most loyal companion—maybe not so loyal, but she will at least not leave him aside while he is injured and leave him as a short general.

In particular, the two jumpiest guys who left him are now as dead as dead.

"Miss Mingming, do you have any clues about what I asked you to investigate?" Matsumoto Jiro is not good at intelligence collection, and he can't spread the investigator's private information at will in Tokyo, where he is unfamiliar, especially if there is a wanted criminal in it— - I have to ask Mingming.

As long as he is given enough money, Mingming will do anything, and this time he has not been disappointed.

"Ala, your companion is really an amazing guy~" Mingming handed Matsumoto Jiro a photo.

The photo was clearly taken secretly, with poor technology, but the person in the photo was clearly a man of the inside.

This scene...

Matsumoto Jiro had a difficult tone: "Where was this photo taken?"

"You know, it's in a prison in Kansas." The man in the photo was surrounded by people wearing "ICPO (International Criminal Police Organization)", extremely pitiful and helpless.

"I knew there would be such a day," Matsumoto Jiro said earnestly, full of the fatigue of a prophet, "but I didn't expect him to be in such a bad situation. He ran to Kansas in only half a month..."

"Hehe, you underestimated him," Mingming took out a stack of documents from his bag and handed it to Jiro Matsumoto, "Let's see, his experience in half a month is already much more exciting than most people's lifetime."

Matsumoto Jiro took the materials in his hand: I want to read it a little bit, but I don't really want to read it.

Why don't you just stop watching, just give up on that scumbag, talk to Mingming about joining the investigation, and if the money is enough, she probably won't refuse.

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The author has something to say:

Three Slytherins, 15 questions, 150 points for the History of Magic group, is that reasonable?

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!