Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

"The head of the ICPO headquarters colluded with international thieves, assisted the international thieves to escape from prison four days ago, and smuggled a large amount of gold from the French treasury. Victor Hunter is in charge, and now the head of the Hunter headquarters will deliver a speech..."

This is the latest international news broadcast on television.

The handsome man with blond hair and gray blue eyes delivered a rigorous speech.

Haruto Shiraishi: Have I heard of this name before?

[kp: Haruto Shiraishi 451D100=41 success]

Is the good partner of Li Jianzhi called Victor, who was still the second in command of the police system at that time... It matches the content of the news.

"...Thank you to everyone who supported me, especially a friend who cut off all my retreats when I wanted to retreat and inspired me..."

[kp: Shiraishi Haruto Anthropology 651D100=28 difficult success]

[kp: Haruto Shiraishi's psychology? ? ]

Sincere words, just the right action to induce, it is sincere, or it is a performance that is taken for granted.

Shiraishi Haruto said with emotion: "It sounds like you have a good relationship, Rijian and Victor."

[kp: Baishidun Anthropology 201D100=19 success]

[kp: Shiraishi psychology? ? ]

The speech skills are superb, and Bai Shidun was almost deceived. The emotional weight of passion is real, but it has been disguised. The real emotion is-"sorrow".

Shiraishi narrowed his eyes.

Speaking of which, he remembered that Mr. Victor wanted to end his undercover status and return to freedom. Why did he go one step further?Was it tampered with inside?

Atsushi Shiraishi mourned for two seconds for the high-spirited look on the screen.

"Dun, are you still used to the new school?" Baishi Qingren turned his attention from the TV to Baishi Dun.

Since entering the boarding school, the number of meetings between Atsushi Shiraishi and Haruto Shiraishi has dropped sharply. It has been a week since they sat face to face like this.

Speaking of new school...

"How should I put it, I found that the current colleges pay more attention to the subject of sports." This is the most profound feeling of Baishidun after a week of experience.

In the college, Shiraishun's daily routine is: get up early and exercise, eat lunch, exercise, eat dinner, exercise.

Thanks to him, Bai Shidun's physical strength and agility, including fighting, have increased.

"physical education?"

[Haruto Shiraishi: Isn’t this a victimized subject that is robbed by other teachers every day? ]

[Shiraishi Atsushi: In the college, sports have taken off. ]

[kp: Countless physical education teachers sent congratulatory messages. ]

Haruto Shiraishi: "Didn't Gojo say that it is a school for teaching spells? It's just for physical exercise, doesn't it teach magic of the fantasy department? Spiral pills, swastikas, etc.?"

"..."

Bai Shidun thought about it carefully, and said deeply: "No, I have already realized within a week of enrolling that the college is not Hog Otts, but a zoo."

"Zoo?" Baishi Qingren had an idea, "Oh, yes, it's because of the pandas! Could it be that there are other animals in Gaozhuan?"

"No, I mean that the students in the high school, regardless of gender, have the strength of orangutans." If there is no one below 70, it is outrageous.

"It's like a bunch of humanoid orangutans." Bai Shidun, who has a strength of 50, is out of place in it.

Hakone local hospital.

Young handsome man talking to reception lady.

Young man: "Hi, I'm here to see Mei Nanami."

The front desk lady flipped through the memo, then nodded clearly: "It's Mr. Zenyuan, right? Ms. Qihai has been transferred to Room B4 on the 19th floor. You can go up directly."

The guard of the Zen Academy thanked him and took the elevator to the fourth floor with the fruit basket.

He didn't like the environment of the hospital, the pungent smell of disinfectant, the wailing of suffering...and the curse spirit.

All this reminded him of his embarrassing past, leading to an explosion of negative emotions.

Although it's not much better now.

The guard of the Zen Academy grimly pushed open the door of Room B19——

"Oh! Evil way! This is definitely evil way!"

"However, when Lord Xia You taught us the power of mantras..." "These videos were played!"

"That lily control! Old and unscrupulous!"

"Don't slander me! This is a necessary measure. You must control your spell power when your emotions fluctuate! Look! Your spell power has stopped!"

"Master Xia You!"*2.

"Oh, dead lily control! What are you trying to do at this time!!!"

"A girl, why is her heart so dirty..."

"You are sexist! Everyone is a human being for the first time, and their hearts are all equally dirty!"

"Only this one is absolutely different!"

"Lord Xia You is a person with a pure heart..."

"Thank you Mimiko, but there seems to be something wrong with you saying that..."

On the white hospital bed, the three girls were engaging in very excessive physical contact—the kind that could be taken in a 20R lily film.

As the door of the room opened, the passers-by in the corridor couldn't help being attracted by the explosive conversation, and looked inside.

The guard of the Zen Academy walked in and silently closed the door to block the curious eyes from outside.

"Oh, it's the little brother from the Zen Academy." Mei Qihai, who had struggled out of Xiayou's cram school, saw the fruit basket in his hand, and her eyes lit up, "Come to visit me and bring a souvenir, really see~ What did you bring?" Good things make me healthy!"

The guard of the Zen Academy obediently handed over the fruit basket, and said modestly, "It's just some ordinary fruit..."

"Tch," Qihai Mei's face changed instantly, she peeled a banana in disgust, and chewed it, "When you visit a patient, at least bring some more decent condolences, show your courage to buy luxury goods."

Dean of the Zen Academy: Don’t eat the kind!

Every time he talked to Nana Mei no more than three sentences, the guard of the Buddhist monastery only had resentment towards Qihai Mei.

The guard of the Zen Academy only felt that he was about to suffer from internal injuries—if he couldn't beat...

[kp: In Japan, the price of fruit is very high, even a regular fruit basket is a good gift for visiting. ]

[Nanami Mei: I know, I was just trying to ridicule him. ]

[kp: ...... fuck (a plant)]

"I said, after you have been in the hospital for so long, you should be discharged from the hospital, right?" The guard of the Chanyuan touched his wallet distressedly.

When Nanami Mei and the others were pulled away by the ambulance, he was thankful for a while, and finally got rid of them.

As a result, that night, the first thing Nanami Mei did when she regained consciousness was to drag him into the water.

Mei Qihai took out the wallet kept by the Zen Academy, and said pitifully to the nurse who notified her to pay the medical expenses: "This is my guardian. He works in a hot spring hotel, and the four of us are his adopted sisters."

(Fu Heihui: ???)

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The migrant workers who also worked hard to support the four adopted sisters were deeply shocked: Is this another me in the world!

The worker took the driver's license of the Zen Academy and promised Nanami Mei: "I will definitely find your guardian!" Then he became a close friend with him!

Then he quickly found the guard of the Buddhist monastery and brought the bill with him.

At that time, the guardian of the Buddhist monastery who was packing his luggage and preparing to run away: ...I knew I would not pack it up, so I would just run away.

This remorse becomes deeper every time I see Nanami Mei.

Nanami Mei threw away the banana peel and brought her own medical records from the bedside.

[kp: Qihai Mei's inspiration 851D100=19 difficult success]

"Since yesterday, I have only been given nutrient solution," Nanami Yai touched her injured abdomen, "The penetrating wound has also completely healed, and the good medicine for this month is useless."

"The wound doesn't hurt anymore..." Nanako also touched her injured area, and chose to open her eyes and say nonsense, "But my bones haven't grown well yet."

"Mimiko's is not well either..." Mimiko's broken ribs healed quickly, but she followed suit when her sister said it was not well.

The guardian of the Zen Academy, who knew their medical records well, clenched his fists: "Since there is nothing serious, let's get out of the hospital quickly! Do you know how much a day's hospitalization fee is? And you all spent my money in the hospital!"

"The point is the last sentence..."

"Is the last sentence the purpose..."

"The last sentence……"

The three female high school students formed a circle, complaining in a particularly exclusive way.

"You three!" The guard's blood pressure soared.

Stepping on the blood pressure line kept by the Zen Academy, Nanami Mei changed her serious attitude: "We also want to be discharged from the hospital, but the problem is Huijun."

"Actually, this injury can be cured soon after going to a high school..."

"Then you still take my money!" the guard of the Chanyuan gritted his teeth.

Nanako Yuba: "If you go to the high school, Mimiko and I can't go."

"Is it because of the two of us that Mei has to spend this kind of person's money for medical treatment?" Mimiko Yababa asked anxiously.

"'This kind of person'?!" The guard of the Zen Academy gradually became murderous.

Spending my money and still saying that... a group of ungrateful money-burning girls!

"No, the problem is Hui-jun, I've said it before." Nanami Yai swung the loose sleeves of her hospital gown, rarely falling into trouble.

Hearing this, the guard of the Zen Academy calmed down a little: "Is it that painting, the painting that Mr. Li Jian showed to Fu Heihui? Has the influence it caused is not over yet?"

"It seems to be a permanent mental problem. It's hard to explain to Gojo Satoru now," Nanami Mei scratched her blond hair. "The worst case is that Gojo Satoru will rectify the law on the spot."

The white-haired blindfolded man smiled and said to them: "What kind of death do you want? Mr. Gojo specially allows you to choose your own way of death, isn't it very generous~"

Nanami Mei could almost imagine the scene above.

"I looked up those books," said Shou Yi of the Zen Academy, who changed his previous Congxin look and became much tougher. "The pattern is a representative of a certain god named 'Hasta', because He has always been in the image of a yellow robe. For publicity, that’s why it’s called the Yellow Seal, which has the characteristics of making people crazy, but in fact, it’s essence is to promote evolution, and the direction of evolution is disordered and distorted, and Fu Hei probably evolved to a bad place.”

"But I also looked at that pattern," said the guard of the Zen Academy with a gloomy expression, "but nothing happened."

"Is it because you don't have the ability to cast spells?" Nanami Mei was thoughtful, could even Huang Yin pick people these days?

"No!" The guard's good-looking side face of the Chanyuan Department almost distorted, "I found the exact same pattern in the Zenyuan shrine!"

Qihai Yayi said "Wow": "Your family is so powerful, you dare to worship such a god who will go crazy at first sight, do you think you are too rational?"

"...I went back to the Zen Academy to investigate. They used the yellow seal as a convenient means to stimulate the growth of conjurers. My sister and I seemed to be taken there to see it when we were five years old," said the guard of the Zen Academy, Nanami Mei. After being defeated by his power, he calmly and even said with a bit of Buddhism, "If Fu Hei hadn't been adopted by Wutiao but had returned to the monastery, he would have witnessed the yellow seal at that time, and then he would become what he is now. As far as the result is concerned... It makes no difference."

"Hey, so, aren't all the conjurers in the Buddhist monastery crazy?!" Nanami Mei clicked her tongue.

"There is a pair of twins who escaped because of the sky and the curse. They are not considered qualified to be conjurers, so they haven't seen the Yellow Seal. They should still be normal."

Mimiko Nanako, who was also a twin, held hands tightly.

"It's ironic. The twin they look down on the most is the only normal person in the Chanyuan family." The Chanyuan's guard said in a cold tone.

"The topic is too far away, the problem now is Fu Heihui, he..."

"What's wrong with me?"

A calm boy's voice came from the door, and the head of the sea urchin, which he hadn't seen for a long time, was as flamboyant as ever, and he couldn't tell that he was actually a down-to-earth character.

Fu Heihui, who was wearing a simple white shirt, knocked twice on the wide-open door as if he had made up for it.

"Sorry, sorry."

[kp: Nanami Mei Anthropology 601D100=12 is extremely difficult to succeed]

[kp: Nanami Mei psychology? ? ]

[kp: Nanako? ? ]

[kp: Mimiko Yaba? ? ]

[kp: Department of Buddhist monastery? ? ]

The boy at the door was obviously rational, his behavior was no different from that of normal people, his eyes were clear, there was no madness, distortion or even big mood swings - he was talking very normal and ordinary!

Nanami Mei: Didn’t you look like you were having a nightmare yesterday?How did you get back to normal so quickly?Did you hang up too?

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The author has something to say:

Hastur: I? Fuheihui!

Believers and devotees are two different types of people.

People in the Chanyuan family are regarded as believers, and Hui is a relative.

——KUSO!Hostess treatment again!As I was writing, I arranged for Hui, ah, I originally prepared the script of Destiny's Son from the starting point!hateful! ! !My pen doesn't listen to me!