Chapter 389: Detective-kun has come from afar! Players will...
The player turned his head away: "No."
"Eh? Why?" Gojo Satoru leaned closer, his azure eyes fixed on her. "Isn't this interesting?"
"I'm a patient now! Patients need to recuperate!" The player stole a glance at Ieiri Naoko and said confidently at the two strangely dressed guys, "And you two look up to no good!"
"...Well, okay, Aurora, the truth is this." Unable to keep pretending any longer, Geto grabbed hold of Grandma Gojo, who was about to stand up and argue, and said with a smile, "Satoru and I discovered a strange, special-grade cursed spirit. It seems to be restricted by some rules, so you can only enter it according to a specific procedure."
"I came here this time to ask if you would like to go and take a look together."
"A cursed spirit restricted by special rules? I've never seen this before." The player was a little curious, so he turned his head again.
"That's right." Geto Xiayou nodded as he untied his rough clothing. "And the rules are very strange. Only those who are recognized as detectives can enter, and each detective can only bring one person in."
"Is this some kind of Holmes and Watson vibe? Interesting." The player rubbed his chin and said with interest, "So, the way you were dressed just now... you weren't trying to make a name for yourself as a detective, were you?"
"Although it's a special-grade cursed spirit, it hasn't done anything excessively harmful since being discovered. We've always prioritized monitoring for this type of cursed spirit." After removing his disguise and regaining his handsome features, Gojo Satoru smiled and nodded. "After all, this type of cursed spirit, which is not much different from an earthbound spirit, is difficult to deal with. It's both time-consuming and labor-intensive."
All in all, that special-grade cursed spirit was neither lethal nor dangerous, and the busy special-grade sorcerer Gojo Satoru didn't really want to care about it.
"But those old men who are afraid of death don't think so." Xia Yujie curled the corners of his lips slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"That's right, what a damn rotten orange, not only did they not express gratitude for sparing their lives, but they even had the guts to point fingers here, which is really disgusting." Gojo Satoru lowered the corners of his smiling lips and said in the same sinister tone.
The players' focus was somewhat different: "The progress is so slow, you haven't dealt with those old men yet?"
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru's expressions suddenly froze. Such a sharp question, how should they answer?
"Alright, stop being so reserved." Ieiri Naoko was already used to their expressions. She simply pressed their heads down with her hands, expressionless, and shoved them mercilessly. "If you have time to waste here, why not go teach the students physical training? I'm sure they'll be happy with it."
"Glass, don't be so anxious to send us away!"
"Glass, you're too heartless! Are we still good friends?"
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru worked in unison, successfully closing the door of the medical room and squeezing in again.
Ieiri Shoko: "Only a good friend would care about your two precarious careers."
She doesn't fall into language traps easily.
"Poor Satoru, poor Jie." Looking at Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru pretending to be pitiful, the player sighed and shook his head, "But I'm very interested in what you just said."
"Huh?" The three heads that were still arguing looked over in unison.
"That's the special-grade cursed spirit you were talking about." The player snored briefly, his hair a mess from sleep. "If only those certified as detectives can enter, I have a good candidate. I just need to go back to Yokohama."
"Don't worry. That special-grade cursed spirit is still quiet now. It won't be too late to wait for the person you mentioned to arrive." Gojo Satoru made a phone call. No one knew what he said to the other end, but there was no change in his expression.
Looking at Aurora, who had already started chatting and had no idea what the world was, Ieiri Naoko's smile gradually widened. She picked up the herbs next to her and began to prepare the tonic.
"...Ahem, Aurora, why don't you get some rest before taking any action?" Looking at Ieiri Naoko's furious expression, Geto said hurriedly, "Satoru and I are in no hurry, no hurry!"
"If you're not in a hurry, then I certainly am not either." The player snorted softly, subconsciously taking the thing handed to him by someone unknown, and then continued, "Besides, my agreement to this matter is conditional."
"What conditions?" Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru looked at each other and asked with some confusion.
"What have you reformists done over the years..." The player looked at the two people whose expressions changed in vain and smiled slightly, "Tell me everything."
"Let me hear what great achievements you have made—"
Players want to see, when almost all the top combat forces belong to the reformists, what is the reason that their actions are restricted by those old men!
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When Ayatsuji Yukito rushed to Tokyo from Yokohama as ordered by the leader, he found that not only was the leader still at the agreed location, but there were also two dejected people beside her.
Ayatsuji Yukito raised his brows slightly, adjusted the delicate doll beside him, and walked in slowly.
The further he walked inside, the more he could hear the leader's merciless comments on the two men.
"Eight years! In eight years, the child is already in elementary school! Mr. Shen'er's child is even in junior high school!"
"What are you thinking? The Gojo family has so many talented people, can't you find a way to make a few more positions vacant? What? You can't find any fault with them? Then just dig up old accounts, dig up old accounts from those files and work reports!"
"What kind of morality can we have towards those damned old oranges? They're all punished! They're all sold!"
"As for your relationship with Sister Tianyuan, you must work hard to maintain it. Isn't the device for detecting cursed spirits in her possession now? Using this as a lever, you can build more connections!"
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This dessert shop was the business of the Port Mafia and had already been cleared out. Apart from the Port Mafia staff, only the leader and the two depressed-looking men were left.
However, judging from the information revealed by them, these two people are not simple. The only thing that is certain is that they have a very good relationship with the leader.
After automatically filtering out the words he heard with his ears, Ayatsuji Yukito stood still and whispered, "Chief."
"Here comes the pedestrian, come and sit down." After discovering that Ayatsuji Xingren had arrived, the player glared at the two of them and finally stopped talking about the previous topic.
It's finally over!
Gojo Satoru, whose ears had been fed up, was extremely resentful. The next second after the player stopped talking, he immediately lay down on the table and forgot to feed himself, choosing to use delicious desserts to fill his depression. Even Geto Suguru breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his face in pain.
He had never expected Aurora to be so eloquent. What was the difference between her and a stronger version of Teacher Ye Moth? And they couldn't escape!
Although I don’t really want to run away... after all, these are all very useful suggestions.
As Ayatsuji Koto sat down, several plates immediately appeared in front of him: a bowl of curry rice, a glass of soda water, and several exquisitely prepared snacks.
In short, they are all what he likes.
Ayatsuji Yukito's expression softened, and even the impatience in his heart caused by his hurried journey was soothed by this thoughtful gesture. He curled the corners of his lips slightly and chose to calm down and enjoy the still hot curry rice.
The player, whose stomach was already full, sat aside, watching the three people wolfing down their food with a smile on his face.
After a while, the player finally spoke up, ready to tell his purpose.
But before that…
"Although it's a bit sudden for me to ask you to come here this time, have you arranged all the work for your subordinates?"
"I don't have anything urgent to do. Mori-san has taken on most of the handover work in Italy. He's truly dedicated." Ayatsuji Yukito wiped his mouth and said, "The clerical work has been temporarily handed over to Oda-san. As for the literature club..."
Ayatsuji Yukito hummed softly and said, "I have completed all the manuscripts for this month."
"! Amazing! Doesn't that mean another novel is finished?" The player was surprised at first, then delighted, and then asked with some anticipation, "I wonder how Odasaku's novel is going? It should be at least a hundred chapters long."
That was definitely impossible. The leader was simply dreaming of asking Oda Sakunosuke to write a hundred chapters. Even he couldn't do that, let alone the man who often had to avoid the editor.
Ayatsuji Yukito's mouth twitched, and under the leader's expectant gaze, he answered with difficulty, "Uh... As for Oda's words... From what I know, he might still be writing the fifth chapter... right now."
As we all know, if the author says he is writing, it means he has not started yet. If he says he has almost finished writing, it means he still needs to revise it. If he says he has finished writing, it may still need to be proofread.
And what Ayatsuji Yukito said means that the fifth chapter of Oda Sakunosuke's novel has not yet begun, the fourth chapter needs to be revised, and the third chapter is being proofread!
"Huh? Pedestrian, what are you talking about? I seem to have a little tinnitus." The player still had a smile on his lips, as if he heard nothing.
Ayatsuji Yukito looked at the leader whose smile grew brighter as he remained silent, and in his heart he mourned for three seconds for his boss who often stood up his editors, then nodded decisively.
Now, besides Gojo Satoru, there was another player lying on the table who had no spiritual food to chew on.
Don't you think that Ayatsuji Yukito's completed works can be considered spiritual food?
Just kidding, you can never have too much of this kind of thing, you can only have too little!
"Oh... never mind. It's not the first day I've known Odasaku is a procrastinator." Before anyone could comfort him, the player, who had already adjusted himself, sat up straight and said, "I'll bother him after I get back..."
"Let's get down to business," the player let out a final wail before turning serious. "These two are Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, both teachers at Jujutsu High School. This is Ayatsuji Yukito, a renowned detective."
"I've already sent you the information related to the cursed spirits. The reason I asked you to come here this time is because among the cursed spirits that need to be dealt with, there is a special rule-based special-grade cursed spirit. You must be led by a recognized detective to enter it." The players gave a brief introduction respectively, and then stated the details.
"I don't know the specific requirements for being recognized as a detective..." The player paused, then continued, "There aren't many famous detectives in Yokohama. When they mentioned it, Xingren's name immediately came to my mind!"
"Thank you for the compliment, Chief." Ayatsuji Yukito, whose detective career had indeed advanced further and his fame had grown since his supernatural powers were restrained, had a lighthearted look on his face. "And, this is all thanks to you, Chief."
If it weren't for the young mafia leader who helped him turn his supernatural powers from passive to active, Ayatsuji Yukito might still be known as the "homicide detective". He only wanted to solve cases quickly and did not want to kill the murderer in every case, even though a large part of them deserved it.
"If it weren't for the leader, I might not be free now." Ayatsuji Yukito sighed sincerely, leaving Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru stunned.
Aurora's subordinates are too talkative. They actually pushed all their credit to the leader and said that there would be no freedom without the leader... They are treacherous ministers, they are simply treacherous ministers!
Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, narrowed his eyes, and prepared to see what this sweet-talking guy looked like.
But soon...
The white-haired, blue-eyed young man changed his posture and asked with interest in the direction of Ayatsuji Yukito, "Eh? Even though you look so weak, you have quite a lot of energy!"
Ayatsuji Yukito: “?”
What is this person... talking about?
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