[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

Sure enough, half an hour later, when Ms. Okita was excitedly planning to join the ranks of flower cards, we saw an unwelcome visitor from the surveillance video. Others looked dignified and I was speechless.

Well, I know this person well, isn't this my good friend Nakahara Nakaya who has good taste!

Zhong is also wearing his black coat and bowler hat, blasting countless surveillance cameras along the way-I have never found that he is so talented in pretending to be b, he simply has his own aura and blower.Especially when he stared at the camera and sneered, he really should let those "Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha".

You see you see!This 1.6-meter-tall person now has an aura of [-] meters!

The appreciation I showed to others made Ms. Okita very dissatisfied. With California Kiyomitsu in hand, she was about to go out and make this "fox spirit" who attracted the Master's attention pay the price. I hurriedly grabbed her sleeve: "Ms. Okita, calm down! The first rule of law is not to be ungrateful, this is my benefactor anyway, please be merciful!"

Mr. Ranbu who opened his eyes glanced up and down: "Then you go and drive him away. If you come in like this, you are definitely not looking for trouble. There is a high probability that you will send some information about the trap that we have to jump into."

He was really rude to call people, but Ms. Okita was even more dissatisfied: "I don't agree! Aster's body..."

"It doesn't matter, it's idle anyway." I stood up and walked out, "With Ms. Okita here, even if you really want to fight, it's okay."

"……Yes!"

Nakahara Chuya originally thought that the armed detective society would send all the combat power it could use to deal with him, but he didn't expect that after exploding several surveillance cameras and traps in a row, an orange-haired girl with a red paper umbrella came out slowly from the depths of the passage: "Yo~ Busy now?"

"...What are you doing here!"

The young man glanced left and right, raised his hand to touch his hat, and I found a relatively smooth rock wall to lean against: "Isn't this a message for both of you, if we can solve it by talking in the tunnel, let's not use force. How embarrassing to collapse."

He turned his head to look at the only surviving surveillance camera: "Despicable!" Then he took out a photo from his jacket pocket and stood it up for the people behind the surveillance: "Understood?"

Mr. Ranpo's voice came from the headset: "I understand, see off."

"The detectives said they understood~" I spread my paws and waved at the middle: "Goodbye, how did the custard biscuits and chocolate biscuits taste last time?"

Zhong Ye, who only ate two yuan in total, nodded: "Not bad, but too sweet."

"It seems that it will be better to change it to coffee flavor next time..."

Ignoring Detective Zhong's complaints of "What! You gave this guy a biscuit!" and "The famous detective thinks the sweetness is just right!", I leaned against the wall and discussed about "the taste of biscuits" with Zhong Ye. After 10 minutes, the orange-haired young man turned around and said goodbye: "It was only for passing on the message, so forget it this time..." He gave me a sideways look: "This is not an example!"

Then he threw off his coat and left very handsomely.

It is not clear what is not an example.

"...What! There is obviously no wind in the tunnel, why is the hem of his coat fluttering?"

I rubbed my chin and sighed, "So handsome", and Miss Okita, who has been following Reiko, was not happy: "My haori can also float, you have never been curious about it!"

"Hmm...then I'll pay attention next time?"

"In addition to practicing swords with me, I can forgive you!"

"...This is still, please be merciful!"

I was pushed all the way back to the lecture hall of the old Wanxiang Hall by Ms. Okita, and the detectives were making nervous calls. From the conversation, I learned that Chuya’s boss, Uncle Mori, probably dug a big hole for the Armed Detective Agency—— Leaked the general clerk's address to the combined Yankees.

In addition to calling the clerks to evacuate in time, they also need to notify the members closest to them to go to the rescue.

This is... of the superhuman

Does the battle between people involve ordinary people?Not so good, the guests from the United States seem to be not very authentic, and of course Mr. Mori's behavior is not upright...

"Saber Okita Souji, please make a trip, the use of treasures is allowed under special circumstances."

Three Command Spells can liberate the Noble Phantasm of Heroic Spirits, and such things as Command Spells recover one every day, and if you keep them, you can't give birth to them, so it's useless!

"Understood, aster. May I kill it?"

Ms. Okita smiled brightly, and I patted her on the shoulder: "[-]% death is the bottom line, after all, this is not a singularity."

"learn!"

I glanced at the map and ran out. I sat back in my seat silently, opened my bag and began to take out snacks... In case of fighting, I have to bear part of the magic power.Yokohama's spiritual veins are not sufficient enough to be used arbitrarily, and as the master himself, he doesn't have any magic talent or magic engraving, so he can only refer to Artoria's method-to absorb the magic factor from food as much as possible.

Suddenly someone opened the spring chair and squeezed over to sit down. Da Lala reached out and took the snacks I piled on the table, opened them and ate them: "Do you need to call the emergency call in advance?"

"No, the Heavenly Sword at the End of the Shogunate said that [-]% of death will never be cut to [-]% of death, don't worry."

"Is it really Okita Souji?"

"Only this family has no semicolons."

Mr. Detective looked at me seriously with emerald green eyes and shrugged his shoulders for a while: "That's great, it saves a lot of trouble."

Except for the president of the petrochemical detective agency, everyone's expressions were slowly relaxed, and Dr. Yosano even said that he could take me and Mr. Ranpo out for a walk before coming back.So I went out and grabbed two stalks of dogtail grass and held them in my hand, twisted them left and right to make a fluffy little rabbit and put it on the table to poke and play with Kenji.

"It's kind of boring..."

Bored, I clicked on my phone and read the Chaldean observation report sent by the intelligence officer while trying to eat. It seems that everyone agreed that during the period of my cultivation, there was no singularity, and the tapestry was also very strange. Quiet, for a while I found myself seemingly useless.

Minor tampering events can even be handed over to the suppression force to adjust itself.

But the report still needs to be read carefully.

Time passed bit by bit, and Dr. Xie Ye began to answer and call frequently. Suddenly, I only felt that my feet were soft. Fortunately, I sat on the chair and did not move, otherwise I would definitely fall on the spot.

"The chief has fought against the enemy..."

Putting the phone on the table with a blank expression and pretending to be nothing, I took advantage of the situation and put my trembling hands into my sleeves.The speed at which this mana is depleted seems to be beyond my expectation.

Apart from enduring the pain of being forced to squeeze the magic power, all he can do now is wait.

About half an hour later, the pain of being forcibly extracted from the life force and converted into magic power was slowly relieved, and then I breathed a sigh of relief, and then the disadvantage of being too closely synchronized with the follower was manifested—probably Miss Okita was "cough cough cough cough cough... ...Pfft!" Well, I followed suit and spit blood on the table, so scared that I picked up the machete with Dr. Xie Ye: "Lixiang, where did you get hurt?"

I wanted to say "it's okay", but the earth-shattering "cough cough cough cough cough cough" could not be relieved at all, all the words were blocked back into my throat and I couldn't spit out half a word.Fortunately, Dr. Xie Ye understood my expression, put down the machete and let me lie on my side on the bench to relax: "Don't be nervous."

As I coughed violently, Mr. Ranpo made a suggestion: "Sousuji Okita died of tuberculosis..."

"..."

After a simple inspection, Dr. Xie Ye had a very ugly expression: "The appearance is the appearance of tuberculosis, Lixiang, why do you suddenly have severe malnutrition and anemia?"

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

When you can't answer the question, you cough hard, so that the person who asked the question will retreat, um, that's it!

When the patient takes out the state of non-violent non-cooperation, the doctor has nothing to do.It's not that I was traumatized, the machete of the young lady is useless, so I can only be pushed down on the bench to make a simple

Shelf emergency infusion: "Don't think you can just get away with it like this, I will clean you up when the members come back to see me!"

More than an hour later, another exit of the Old Wanxiang Hall was knocked, and the clerks were delivered safely by Ms. Okita, and another young man with black hair and blue eyes brought five children in.

I greeted the heroic spirit with a wave of claws, the girl frowned and coughed softly, turned into spirit particles and disappeared into flying golden sand in front of everyone, the pressure of magic power dropped to the lowest in an instant, and my respiratory tract finally returned to normal: "Huh, the boss is here Guys, it's really not easy."

After confirming that only malnutrition and anemia were left, he and Dr. Xie Ye patted me on the back of the head: "You will die!"

The detectives of the Armed Detective Agency have a high IQ overall, so of course we can see what's going on after such a toss.Instead, five children squeezed into a group behind the bench and crowded around me to watch—"Mi, um, what's wrong with you, big sister?"

"See! This is the consequence of not eating well and being picky about eating snacks!"

With Dr. Xie Ye, who had no psychological burden at all, I used it as a negative teaching material to lie to the children. The five children gasped in unison, and the youngest girl even started to cry: "Xiao Le is most afraid of injections, it hurts..."

There were several bags of potato chips and biscuits piled up on the table that were only half eaten.

"Hey, Dr. Xie Ye, I will never dare not eat well, picky eaters and snacks in the future, please forgive me!"

I conveniently took out a handkerchief from my pocket and covered my eyes, I would be sorry for the current situation if I didn't make a scene.

"Okay, okay, the patient needs to be quiet!"

The children were really fooled, and they all sympathized with me with "she is so pitiful" eyes, but afraid of the doctor's power, they could only lower their heads and shrank obediently to another corner, not daring to make a sound.

At this time, the young man who sent the children over glanced at me, turned his face and said mischievously to the president of the detective agency who has been petrified until now: "Prevention, I have also sent the family members of your members. Ye Dou Shen's door-to-door service Fast, efficient, safe and secure, don’t forget the five-star praise, dear~”

As he spoke, he took out a stack of business cards from his pocket and sent them one by one, and finally stood in front of me and stuffed the business card into my unpricked hand: "Miss, do you consider joining the Yato school? "