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Feng Hayateru thought that his title in the Jujutsu Society should have changed significantly.

At least it should be... "He has successfully infiltrated the technical high school and become a follower that everyone can accept. He has made a lot of money by investing in comics and comedy artists, and can also help with things. He has a clean record and no complicated background. He is a first-class sorcerer who can sometimes be used in a unique way."

The top management was initially puzzled by Feng Zaoche's behavior of gradually accepting tasks without any scruples, until they found out that Feng Zaoche would go to the martial arts field to train with the second-year students.

All the problems suddenly had a reasonable explanation.

Feng Zaoche, who had painstakingly written the script for a long time, said: "..."

This repetitive selective attitude really seems like some kind of mental illness.

But he is already a mature adult. After coming to the world of magic, he has become accustomed to all kinds of bizarre operations and will no longer be easily shaken by such trivial matters.

After handing over part of the "results" of the special operation against the Bansei Cult from the top to the members, Feng Zaoche walked out of the Jujutsu Society headquarters.

Just now there was a detail that caught his attention.

Someone approached him and asked: "Recently, Geto has been working with you more often. Do you have any plans?"

Although the investigation of the Panxing Cult is profitable, most of the students in the technical high school are doing it in their spare time after the mission, and the Jujutsu Society has also adjusted everyone's mission accordingly to make it easier.

As for why the corresponding personnel were not sent to take over this job, Feng Zaoche played a role in it. In addition, this is undoubtedly a job that offends people. If you can't kill them in one blow, there will be endless troubles.

Since you can make a lot of money just by lying down, sometimes there is no need to work hard. It is better to have a good rest with the little extra money.

His nighttime actions with Geto are the parts that cannot be written openly. Fuzao Che did not deliberately hide anything, because this can also be regarded as a part of the action. And from the perspective of a corporate slave...

We are all working overtime voluntarily, so don't worry about it.

"Of course there are arrangements, but is there anything strange about this?" Feng Zaoche asked back. Seeing the man's strange expression, he slowed down his tone and said, "I'm just worried. I haven't told anyone about this, so why does it seem to have spread so widely?"

"This... is actually just our private guess." the man replied.

These people are not high-ranking members of the Jujutsu Club, they just do some simple work here and occasionally help the evil. Their impression of Feng Zaoche is still at the level of "having a very bad relationship with the two second-year students", which is much more backward than the high-ranking members.

"It's indeed too obvious." Feng Zaoche sighed softly, then leaned over and whispered in the man's ear, "Then you dare to go up to the murderer and ask, aren't you seeking death?"

The man was frightened and couldn't speak clearly, waving his hands repeatedly.

Feng Zao had no interest in playing with such a small-time person, so he just comforted him with a few words and then left.

Although he knew clearly where he stood, he had been in the Jujutsu Society for a long time and had picked up some habits, which were not very good, so he was very adept at playing these little tricks.

This man barely helped him in some small way.

Kazehaya Toru originally thought that their action would not cause much commotion in the Jujutsu Society except for the top leaders. After all, "whoever sees it gets a share", and the more people know about it, there will always be some smart guys who can't help but want to come up and take a piece of the pie.

His judgment was correct, but public opinion gradually moved in a strange direction.

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Xia Yujie successfully received the survey results three days later.

It turned out that among the people on the list drawn up by Feng Hayate, there was indeed a problem with one of the "window" personnel.

"There were obvious signs of him being manipulated by a curse, and misjudging the mission level was a big deal. The final punishment he received was just a transfer."

"When I found him, he was already a little crazy and it was impossible to question him. I guess special methods would not have any effect."

At this point, Xia Yujie paused, "The curse aura I detected on him is similar to that on my body."

It is said to be similar, but in fact it is no different from making a judgment.

"Based on this result, I can subjectively conclude that the curser who caused these two incidents is the same person, but this mission... may not be intentional on the part of the other party."

Feng Hayate looked at the notes made by Geto Kagome in his hand, "From the moment we entered this industry, we have been prepared for death. Even for classmates who were in the same technical college and had a deep relationship with me, at least I emotionally believe that they should not die, rather than blindly believing that they will not die."

In other words, the idea that their companions might be sacrificed was never foreign to them.

After hearing 920's hesitant words, Feng Zaoche gradually calmed down from his initial difficulty in accepting it.

Thinking about it carefully, I was somewhat unwilling to accept the idea that Gojo Satoru had also fallen. A replacement would be a sophomore in high school, and he would not be 30 years old in ten years.

"You wrote in the information that this guy has a relative in the Panxing Cult. I later checked and found that the other party is just a distant relative and we don't have much contact. Most likely, he is a useless undercover." Xia Yujie continued.

"This is my problem. I didn't update the intelligence in time." As a result, Feng Zaoche followed the other party's wishes and returned to the bedside table. He took the key to unlock it and pulled open the drawer.

"Do you remember Kong Shiyu, the contact of Fushiguro Shier? I asked someone in the Jujutsu Society to keep an eye on Kong Shiyu, saying, 'I was mocked by the other party, but in the end, he was not caught. I really don't want to accept it.'"

"Why, that guy has become active again recently?" asked Xia Yujie.

"No, I noticed something wrong. This person seems to have a connection with someone high up." Feng Hayateru's words were not yet certain.

If that's the case, then there's nothing much to say about the upper echelons of the Jujutsu Society except that they are in complete disarray.

"If this discovery is true, then... a certain high-ranking official of the Jujutsu Society is related to Kong Shiyu. Kong Shiyu introduced Fushiguro Shier to perform the planetary plasma mission, and the Jujutsu Society sent you and Wu to perform the mission of protecting the planetary plasma."

Feng Zaoche curled up the corners of his lips, and the slightest hint of smile disappeared from his eyes. "Don't be so ridiculous."

"How did you find it?" Xia Yujie just asked, and then he saw Feng Hayateru handing over the thing in his hand.

There were several photos printed on it, which were quite blurry. The photographer's hands must have been shaking badly at the time, but two figures could still be vaguely seen, one of whom looked very similar to Kong Shiyu.

As for the senior executives... he rarely met them and couldn't recognize who they were.

"I know who this person is, so I investigated the suspect's whereabouts during that period... Whether it's the account transactions or the results of his whereabouts, everything matches."

"Such a scum." Xia Yujie turned his eyes away.

"Ah, scumbag, I'll get angry after seeing this kind of thing once or twice, but I've become a little numb after seeing it so many times. I'm optimistic and think that there are still people who simply want Tianyuan to complete the "update" process smoothly. Although the people who have such plans themselves are just like the guys in the Panxing Cult and don't treat people as human beings."

Feng Zaoche had just finished speaking when the door, which was originally ajar, was pushed open.

A large Gojo Satoru was hanging on the pitiful-looking door. He raised his hand and greeted the two people in a nonchalant manner.

"Did you gain anything from coming back?" Feng Zaoche asked.

Even though the hope is slim, one never forgets. If there are relevant clues, he can save a lot of investigation time and use it for serialization. I can't imagine how happy he would be.

“The slightest harvest—nothing.” Gojo Satoru spread his hands.

After listening to him, Feng Zaoche finally understood the situation.

His previous guess was "a famous curser." Such records were very difficult to find for young people like them who had no background, but it was different for a family that had been passed down for hundreds of years, as there were many relevant records.

After all, although there is a setting that can increase power by disclosing technical intelligence, knowing yourself and the enemy is always the key to victory.

"What we found is enough to publish a book. After all, there is too little useful information, and the only oral records we have can only be kept for now and cannot be deleted." Gojo Satoru pressed his forehead.

He reads fast and has a good memory, so inputting a large amount of repetitive content in a short period of time is not a difficult thing for him, but reading these things over and over again is indeed a bit annoying.

"Bring it here next time and let us take a look. We need to divide the investigation into two types first: those with clear records of death and the manner of death, and others." Feng Zaoche couldn't help but have a headache when he thought of the contents inside.

"The stories recorded in it are not too bizarre, right?" Every time he read it more, the serialized things and the written plots would deviate a little bit towards normality.

Gojo Satoru smiled at him.

It was just the kind of thing where the corners of his lips were simply raised. He wasn't really smiling, but more like a fake smile. Roughly translated, it means: If you already know everything, don't ask me.

It's time to start considering opening a new account.

Fuuhaiteru had just finished thinking when he stuffed the paper with the photo on it into Gojo Satoru's hand, pointed at Kagyu Kei, and made a gesture in Gojo Satoru's direction, meaning, "Explain to him."

"Let's find a free opportunity to deal with this guy. If there is any dirt on him, I think it won't take much effort to find out." Gojo Satoru suggested, "Just throw it out and let them fight each other."

"Any one of them will be sentenced to death, and they won't be able to be chopped off." Xia Yujie complained.

"Don't do it. You finally have a chance to beat someone to death in a fair and honest way. You can save yourself the trouble by just killing him." Feng Zaoche emphasized, "Isn't this a reward for them?"

The other two people present all had expressions that said “could you please not say such perverted things?”

"Pay attention to your facial expressions." Feng Zaoche reminded him, and then he saw 920 reminding him that he had accumulated some "creative value".

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Because I'm busy packing up and going home, the updates have been a bit irregular these days. I'll try my best to update and hold on.