Chapter 98

The scientific world is extremely tolerant of children running around everywhere, so the Uchiha Sasuke alias was originally another way out that Bai Yun left for himself.

What Ling Baiyun never expected was that before he even put on the vest, something unclear (?) had already happened.

Because of the sudden news, Bai Yun's Raikiri was out of control for a moment. The sudden increase in power made the thunder sound more oppressive, and it almost felt like it could pierce the eardrum.

And that's not even the most concerning thing right now.

Okkotsu Yuta was originally learning seriously by copying the subtle changes in the techniques of "Hatake Kakashi", so of course Bai Yun's loss of control was also copied synchronously.

The two of them were already very close to each other, and their similar techniques blended together, suddenly gathering into an even more powerful force.

Along with a burst of dazzling light, the excess lightning moved away along the ground, and the light bulbs above Bai Yun and the others' heads exploded with a "bang".

The remains of the light bulbs were scattered all over the floor with crackling sounds, and darkness and dead silence enveloped the entire basement.

Although no one was injured, no one spoke for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Gojo Satoru let out a long sigh: "You still hold a grudge, don't you?"

Although he didn't quite understand why "Hatake Kakashi" reacted so strongly, Gojo Satoru knew what he would face next.

The reinforced basement can withstand most attacks without being destroyed. The small hybrid Chidori just now only blew up a part of the ceiling and the ground. The damage was completely within the controllable range.

But sometimes, it takes more than just turning your basement upside down to be considered a disaster.

After the electric shock shattered the lights above their heads, it was clear that there was still a lot of residual power left.

Those unscientific forces are now completely out of control and are running rampant along the wires.

Normally, this would only blow a few fuses. Even considering that Gojo Satoru's house is a single-family home, that number of fuses might not be enough to consume the remaining Chidori, and at most it would just cause a brief power outage for the surrounding neighbors. Afterwards, they would just have to pay compensation and apologize and that would be it.

But now they obviously won't be given this opportunity.

Because someone is watching them.

In order to prevent the fighting in the basement from being too intense and noisy, Gojo Satoru not only reinforced the walls but also provided sound insulation.

So at this moment, several people could only stare at each other in the dark, wondering whether the plainclothes officers who were previously turned away would use this as an excuse to bang on the door crazily.

Since escaping would not really solve the problem, Gojo Satoru finally took the initiative to take responsibility as the owner of the house and went upstairs to receive the guest.

Bai Yun squatted at the entrance of the basement and peeked. The plainclothes officer was indeed banging on the door relentlessly, with a very loud noise, as if he wanted to call everyone nearby to come out and watch the fun.

When Gojo Satoru suddenly opened the door, the plainclothes officer almost slapped him in the face.

However, thanks to the strength of the strongest sorcerer, Gojo Satoru successfully avoided this attack which was somewhat based on personal grudges.

The plainclothes officer showed regret before he could succeed, but for the sake of a greater cause, he could endure temporary gains and losses.

He cleared his throat and said, "This is the police. Excuse me, may I ask what you were doing just now?"

Gojo Satoru remained calm: "Oh, I was just doing an experiment with my students."

Plainclothes: "...You cut off the electricity for the entire neighborhood while doing an experiment!?"

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "Well... young people's potential is indeed endless, what do you think?"

There was helplessness but also some tolerance in his voice. From Bai Yun's perspective, he couldn't see Gojo Satoru's expression clearly, so at this moment he couldn't really tell whether he was trying to appease the scapegoat student or taking advantage of his ancestor.

plainclothes:"…………"

He was very annoyed by Gojo Satoru's truth which was almost nonsense.

The plainclothes officer suppressed his emotions, but his face still turned cold: "Your neighbors reported that you had some dangerous behavior at home. Please cooperate with our investigation."

"Dangerous behavior? Cooperating with the investigation?"

Gojo Satoru deliberately said in a contrived tone: "I won't agree until a search warrant is issued!"

As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back and gestured to Bai Yun.

After seeing this, Bai Yun immediately understood what he meant and planned to take Okkotsu Yuta away and leave through the back door - or the window.

The plainclothes officers have been keeping an eye on Gojo Satoru for a long time, and they don't expect him to be let go anytime soon.

The rest is fine, but it would be troublesome if we really found the black account of "Hatake Kakashi".

As for why two people were suddenly missing... apart from the plainclothes officer himself, who else saw Bai Yun and the others come in? No one!

Bai Yun believed that Gojo Satoru could get away with it.

Just like that, time came to the next morning.

What Bai Yun was waiting for was the news that Gojo Satoru was in police station again.

Bai Yun: “……?”

He looked at Yuta Otsutsukoshi who came to report the news with some confusion: "What's going on?"

Otsutsuki Yuta's expression at this time was a bit difficult to describe: "Because they really didn't want to give up on Gojo-sensei's mistake this time, they used some illegal methods to force their way into the house."

The protagonists of the scientific world actually engage in many illegal behaviors themselves, so the police of the entire world act quite flexibly.

Gojo Satoru thought at the time, since "Hatake Kakashi" had already run away, let them search. They were not targeting him intentionally anyway, it was just a misunderstanding.

Gojo Satoru doesn't dislike people who work hard.

——As a result, when the plainclothes officers couldn't find Bai Yun and the others and groped their way into the dark basement and let out a scream, Gojo Satoru realized that he seemed to have been careless.

Gojo Satoru rushed to the basement.

The plainclothes officer was sitting on the ground exhausted, his hands full of cuts from the broken bulbs.

But he seemed to feel no pain at all, and was staring at the corner of the basement with his eyes wide open.

There were piles of cursed tools that Gojo Satoru had prepared for the students. Each one was genuine and exuded an ominous aura.

Especially now because the light above their heads had just died, so the plainclothes officers could only use flashlights.

Under the dim and limited light, the color of the rust on the spell tools was closer to fresh blood.

To be honest, this kind of grand scene is not seen in the homes of ordinary murderers.

When the plainclothes officer smelled the smell of (his own) blood lingering around his nose, he was ready to sacrifice himself heroically.

Even Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment by this development. He really didn’t think about the problem of cursed tools at first…

Because he never really took these things seriously.

After the collective disappearance of the cursed spirits, the prices of cursed tools dropped drastically, and Gojo Satoru even charged a lot more.

Originally, this was just like an ordinary teacher buying some stationery for no reason. Gojo Satoru intended to use them as rewards for students who studied hard, in exchange for their respect.

What a simple and normal reason.

But no one believed it.

So now, these mantras have another purpose.

That is to convict Gojo Satoru and determine his sentence.

Gojo Satoru was locked in the "confession chair", with a chain passing through the silver handcuffs that bound Gojo Satoru's hands, locking him in place.

Being taller than an average person should have made him feel a little awkward, but once you see his eyes exposed to the public because his blindfold had been confiscated, you would inevitably think that you were the one at a disadvantage.

Yuya Kazami looked at the inorganic blue through the one-way glass and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Fortunately, the person was caught today.

Otherwise, if people continue to go unpunished, who knows how many people will be persecuted!

Thinking of this, Kazami Yuya turned around and looked at the assistant beside him: "Is Officer Valley who caught him okay now?"

The assistant looked through the documents in his hand and said, "Because the support was timely, Officer Valley was not further harmed. He only had some minor cuts on his hands, which have now been treated."

"But compared to the physical pain, the mental trauma suffered by the Valley police officer was greater."

The tough guy, who was over 1.85 meters tall, had a muscular body and often went in and out of various crime scenes. When he tried to recall the situation in the basement, he couldn't help shaking.

"Those tools... one look at them will reveal that they were soaked in blood."

There are real curses attached to the curse tools. When the curses disappear completely, the uncertainty they emit becomes more prominent.

As a detective who often goes on missions on the front lines, Officer Valley has long developed an intuitive warning of danger.

This warning intuition has saved him from trouble countless times, and that is why Shan Gu particularly trusts his sixth sense.

"We must investigate carefully! He is definitely not an ordinary person!"

Shan Gu said to himself, "Maybe what Mr. Jyoutani said is true. He really is from a huge and mysterious organization."

Recalling this, the assistant's eyesight dimmed for a moment. He put away the information and asked casually, "We finally caught the guy. Won't you come and take a look, Mr. Fūya?"

Yuya Kazami frowned and glanced at him: "Where did you hear Mr. Fūya's name?"

The assistant was stunned for a moment, "I heard Mr. Yamaguchi mutter something... Mr. Furuya is the hero this time, right?"

"That guy..."

Kazami Yuya gritted his teeth, but considering that the Valley police officer had indeed withstood the blow and was now in his own position, even though it was inappropriate to disclose the information, he did not hold on to it.

He just sternly instructed his assistant: "Mr. Furuya is on a confidential mission. Don't mention this name again. This should be kept confidential."

"yes."

The assistant nodded repeatedly in agreement.

This assistant is a new recruit who recently graduated from the police academy. He has just been assigned to work under Yuya Michikaze and has not had time to accumulate any experience.

Fearing that he would start talking nonsense once he got some news, Feng Jianyu thought about it and decided to exclude the assistant from the plan for the time being: "You should go and do something else. There is no need for help here for the time being."

"knew."

The assistant seemed a little depressed at this time, but Yuya Kazami did not waver in his attitude.

The assistant left with the information, and the door of the interrogation room closed behind him. People were coming and going in the corridor. He first put the things back to their places, and then he couldn't help but let out a sigh until he entered the toilet cubicle.

The assistant is an undercover agent of the Black Organization.

In the organization, he was not taken seriously. He was a marginal figure without even a code name, and he had no idea about the organization's intelligence, so he was sent to the police as an undercover agent.

Because in this way, even if he was caught, it would not be any loss to the Black Organization.

The assistant knows that he is not valued, but he does not intend to live like this for the rest of his life.

My fate is in my own hands! The assistant has always had a wish in his heart, that is to make the undercover business bigger and stronger! Develop quietly and then shock everyone!

Countless nights, he lay on the hard mattress in the police academy dormitory, fantasizing about the celebrities in the organization - such as Gin, the only person he knew and his top boss, who was unfortunately caught.

Afterwards, he will bring a group of police officers and appear against the light. On the surface, he will mock Gin first, but later he will turn the tide, passionately wandering between red and black, using his extraordinary wisdom to rescue people, and then stride into the sight of the BOSS, step by step to the pinnacle of life...

It’s a beautiful thing just to think about it!

Now, although it is not Gin, and I have not yet reached a high level, this is still a good starting point.

After all, the man who was captured was not a simple person at first glance. He was most likely a person with a code name and probably knew a lot of intelligence about the organization. If he could cooperate with the insiders and outsiders to rescue the person, it would probably be considered a great achievement.

Thinking of this, the assistant could no longer contain his excitement. He quietly took out his other mobile phone which was used to contact the organization, found Gin's number, and then began to edit the content.

The assistant at this time did not know that his actions, which he thought were covert, were actually seen by someone.

Since Gojo Satoru had "complete evidence of guilt" and could not be released in a short time, Bai Yun, as half the culprit behind all this, checked his conscience and finally decided to come and see him.

But considering that "Hatake Kakashi" was also in a semi-wanted state, Bai Yun thought of secretly using illusion to stun a lucky social slave, letting him take a break for a while, and then he would go to take over half a day's shift to watch Gojo Satoru or something.

I didn't expect there would be such a pleasant surprise.

Bai Yun looked down at the contents on the screen, and a plan gradually took shape in his mind.