As the first person in Japan to be discovered to have received an invitation to the Clown's Banquet, Kaionji Suyou naturally received some extra "care" from the Special Ability Section.

There seemed to be more and more agents stalking near the apartment. After his clairvoyance improved, it was okay for ordinary people, but those psychics or people with special abilities were as bright as incandescent lamps in his eyes.

Fortunately, it was in Tokyo. If it was in Yokohama where the order was even more abnormal, Kaionji Suyou felt that the current situation would be more troublesome. Although he didn't know how Natsume Soseki reported to his superiors, at least for now, these people who were secretly observing could be ignored by him.

As for the possibility that Natsume Soseki might help him keep the secret, Kaionji Temple Tour had never considered this option from the beginning.

It seemed that the agents had sneaked into the school. Haiyinsi Suyou glanced out the window casually and found that the new teacher was definitely not an ordinary person. Both of his parents were agents from government training institutions. Haiyinsi Suyou could easily distinguish this type of agent from ordinary people.

Was it from the government or from the other world? Haiyinsi Suyou weighed it in his mind. It seemed that he didn't have any other special abilities. If his acting skills were not really good enough to deceive the eyes of a man like him who felt fear like drinking water, then this person's clairvoyance was probably very poor.

It is most likely due to the power of the government. The people in the Special Ability Division always have a special feeling. Perhaps it is due to the influence of the ghosts and gods in the underground base of the Special Ability Division headquarters. Haiyin Temple Suyou does not like the aura on them.

And from Haiyin Temple's perspective, the man dressed as a teacher obviously had a much cleaner aura, which made him feel a little relieved. Although he was not sure whether the agent's target was him, it was easier to deal with than those guys in the Special Ability Agent Section.

It was obvious that the image he had always played in front of the authorities had finally come in handy. Although they still sent an elite agent with excellent skills, the old men were reluctant to send someone with high inspiration.

As a person with an incredibly high and growing talent for clairvoyance, Haiyin Temple Suyou has long understood how easily he can be "favored" by ghosts and gods.

Thinking in this way, the government's arrangement is not difficult to understand. After all, no matter how talented a person is, he cannot surpass Haiyin Temple Suyou, and is more likely to be affected by the higher-level ghosts and gods around him and become consumable.

Instead, it would be better to just send someone with low inspiration, who would be more durable in a sense.

"Is Haiyinsi-kun looking at the new substitute teacher?" a girl with black hair asked curiously.

Mao Lilan noticed the gaze of Kaiyinsi Suyou and also saw the substitute teacher. She suddenly became curious. You know, although she was very familiar with Kaiyinsi Suyou, the boy was rarely interested in other people.

The transfer student from Africa was probably one of them, but he went back not long after.

At other times, apart from Kudo Shinichi, Mao Li Ran had never seen Kaionji Suyou care so much about anyone.

“I guess so.” Haiyinsi Suyou withdrew his gaze and no longer paid attention to that place.

This answer might be a bit perfunctory, but the boy's consistent style made Mao Lilan stop asking questions.

This was the first day of school for Ran Mao after returning from England. Before she went to Mr. Roald Dahl's candy factory, she had never felt so tired from playing.

Although she did not become the final winner, it was a great thing to be able to see so many amazing workshops. Even Conan Edogawa, who went with her, has been studying something since he came back, looking very energetic.

Thinking of the white-haired boy who was also Japanese like herself, Mao Lilan sighed at Nakajima Atsushi's good luck and put the matter behind her.

Mao Lilan gave up on talking, and Kaiyin Temple Suyou finally had the chance to completely immerse herself in her own thoughts again.

It is easy to send invitations under an ugly vest, but it is not easy to ensure that all the invitees are valuable enough and willing to participate.

Love.

He needs to gain fame, demonstrate power and remain mysterious.

The invitations sent to government officials are the easiest to deal with. Even if they are not invited, these people will surely not be content. It is better to keep a close eye on them. Moreover, even if Joestein Jared does nothing, the mere fact that Xiao Chou has a connection with the Utopia is enough to attract them.

However, gaining fame is much easier than one might have imagined.

The Internet and séances favored by self-proclaimed noble psychics have given the Haiyin Temple tracing tour a lot of room for operation. Although the purpose of the ugly card is not to be completely exposed to the public like Roald Dahl's vest, it can be said that it has accidentally completed the concept of the Haiyin Temple tracing tour.

Even though his behavior was very strange and he was always crazy, it seemed that such actions made European psychics think he was even more mysterious and he became very popular.

After all, clairvoyance is something that is hard to understand except for oneself. It is also an absurd world where even ordinary people can become famous among psychics by pretending to be ghosts. Not to mention that the ugly role played by Haiyin Temple Suyou is real and genuine.

It was just a trial run of the vest's capabilities, and a few seemingly plausible predictions were enough to make those people rack their brains.

However, the more he used this alias, the more surprises he encountered during his tour of Haiyin Temple. He was astonished by the accuracy of the predictions. These were not the nonsense that the old lady Gizzard on the street uttered while touching her crystal ball, but rather real, precise predictions full of fairy-tale elements.

"As the outer box opens the inner box, the inner box opens the outer box."

Haiyinsi Suyou couldn't help but repeat these words in his mind. This was the first prophecy he made using the alias of Joestan Jard. And on the night he knew these words, he was found by his other side - the "Holy Spirit".

He came within the hunter's shooting range and found his prey, which seemed to confirm the prophecy.

All that's needed is for things to become more chaotic and disorderly, making it easier to make something of it.

Moreover, he seemed to have figured out the upper limit of what the audience in the live broadcast room could see. Although he had seen bullet screens mentioning the so-called adjustment of spiritual vision, in the past few days, there did not seem to be any bullet screens that showed the ability to see the "Holy Spirit."

From this point of view, this live broadcast room that seems to be omnipotent, even overlooking the Haiyin Temple, does not seem to be omnipotent.

This discovery made Haiyin Temple Suyou feel much happier than the increase in faith value. It was as if the Sword of Damocles that used to hang above his head suddenly had a crack, and it became a problem that could be intervened by humans.

In order to completely eliminate this possible risk, he had to make everything go smoothly according to his plan and tell a huge lie in the live broadcast room and in front of the whole world, which would lead to eternal damnation if he failed.

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Although you can still feel a hint of moist warmth in Japan, Siberia has gradually revealed its characteristics as a northern land, and cold seems to be the main theme as winter approaches.

Someone was knocking on the door with a strange rhythm.

It was like the beat of a drum from some ancient land, except that his wooden door wasn't exactly a very good drumhead.

But this noisy and chaotic way of life eventually affected his thinking.

Fyodor thought to himself in boredom.

He was sitting on a sofa in the living room, next to a fireplace and a wood fire, but the fire was not lit, and the cold fireplace looked like a delicate and fragile decoration, just like the young man himself.

This is his hidden base in Russia. Knowing that there are only a handful of people here, and those few candidates are not here, the identity of the person knocking on the door becomes interesting.

The young man wearing a white felt hat half-closed his eyes, revealing a hint of interest, but he had no intention of getting up to open the door.

Just when Fyodor thought the person outside the door would continue to knock

The knocking on the door suddenly stopped, just as abruptly as it had begun.

Fyodor stood up, frowned slightly, and walked slowly and silently towards the door.

It was very quiet outside the door, with no sign of anyone else.

However, on the carpet at the entrance, there was a letter with a gold print lying quietly. He skipped it and walked carefully to the bedside. The accumulated snow had almost swallowed up the steps at the door, but there were no footprints on the calm snow.

And just now he clearly heard such a hurried knock on the door. Fyodor did not think it was his illusion. He always trusted his senses. A few seconds ago, the guy who stuffed the letter in was definitely still at the door.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the envelope on the carpet. The strange pattern made him look away briefly but then he became interested again.

As if he suddenly thought of something interesting, the young man in the white felt hat smiled meaningfully.

As if he had suddenly thrown away his guard, he picked up the envelope and opened it without hesitation.

"The Ugly Banquet..." He read the invitation on the letter softly, "Although I had expected it, I finally found this place."

"Destiny is something like this..." The young man said in a long tone, and there was not much emotion in his voice. His red eyes flickered with something unclear. "Is it a sinner who needs to be judged, or a person who can be redeemed? It's a land of nothingness."

In the still cold room, Fyodor stood quietly for a while. As expected, their previous actions had attracted the attention of this mysterious sect.

Gogol's actions were essentially bait, and Fyodor expected failure, and this invitation was exactly what he had imagined.

"Perhaps we could be companions who can help to make this world innocent?" the young man murmured to himself, but his expression was not as friendly as his words, instead, it was cold to the point of madness.

Just as the letter was about to be placed on the table by the young man's pale fingers, Fyodor stopped.

The Russian turned around suddenly and saw a dwarf standing outside the window he had just left, staring at this place since some time.

It was a little ugly dwarf with a pale face, even more pale compared with the snow on the window.

Little Clown, Feast of Ugly, Fyodor almost immediately connected the two together, and soon a title that was widely circulated among European psychics appeared in his mind.

"Jester?"

This was undoubtedly the nickname of the little clown outside the window. The little clown, wearing a yellow and blue donkey-ear hat, smiled distortedly with his equally pale and transparent lips and trembled violently. But even as if he had a sudden epileptic seizure, the dwarf still wrote something on the foggy glass with his fingers.

The next second, Xiao Chou disappeared from the spot, and Fyodor only had time to catch a glimpse of the ethereal sound of bells.

What remained on the glass was a crooked smiling face, which seemed like an invitation, but also like a provocation.