The seventh school district, the official residence of the president of the school park city.

In the metal room filled with all kinds of complex electronic circuits, in the middle is a tempered glass culture tank with a diameter of four meters and a height of ten meters, and a man is hanging upside down in the culture tank. The man was dressed in a long green robe that looked like a robe and an ordinary hospital gown, and his long white hair fanned down in the nutrient solution...

There is no single word that can sum up his current appearance, whether it is in terms of appearance, clothing, body shape, or current existence. If I have to say, from the outside, this guy looks like a man and a woman, an adult and a child, a saint and a sinner from head to toe.

His consciousness signal was directly imported into the electronic system, and at the same time, dozens of holographic projection monitoring images in front of him began to roll and switch with his request, only the figure of one of the purple-haired women made his gaze stay for an extra second, but it was only a second.

"Interesting guy, although it may have a certain influence on the 'plan', if you blindly reject and clear what you have never seen before, it is the practice of the frog at the bottom of the fool."

"Are you playing your god game again?"

Motoharu Dogomon, who looked like a delinquent boy from head to toe, appeared in Aresta Crowley's sight from the shadows in the corner of the room, accompanied by the clanging sound of gold chains and the unpleasant sound of slippers.

Although the expression on Aresta's face is always gentle and makes people feel like a spring breeze, it can't be described at all if you just use the word smile, it is the type that if you look at each other for a long time, you will unconsciously shed a cold sweat, and in addition, looking at a guy who is upside down can never be said to be a very comfortable experience.

He turned his gaze to the Tsuchimimon, "In the long life I expected, if I didn't have the right adjustment, I would want to die... What's wrong, what's the matter? ”

There was some disgust in Tsuchigomon's eyes, but it wasn't too obvious under the sunglasses, "There is a magician who nailed a letter to my neighbor's door with a spiritual costume that reads 'Misaka Mikoto'." ”

"What else?" Aresta clearly knew there was something to come.

"Judging from the taste,The glue that sticks the envelope is chemically synthesized.,And it's the type that is only sold in the school city.,The stationery inside should be a print that hasn't been printed for a long time; I couldn't see the pattern on the costume at all, and it was immediately turned into a pinch of powder by the hedgehog-headed fool; In the end, Mikoto Misaka sneaks out of the balcony in the middle of the night after the stupid guy falls asleep, and doesn't come back until it's almost dawn. ”

Aresta closed his eyes, and for a few seconds he searched his mind for all the memories of the magician, as the vast array of surveillance footage in front of him rolled even faster.

Opening his eyes, Aresta said calmly: "There are no magicians with these characteristics at the same time, in the end, the guys in the magicians who can use printers and computers, and are willing to take the initiative to contact superpowers, must be the new young faction, not the so-called 'orthodox' among the major sects, it is still too difficult to know about the old monsters like me who are hiding." ”

Motoharu Tsuchimonto struggled to see the rapidly changing holograms, but quickly gave up. After Aresta spoke, he asked, "What about surveillance?" ”

Aresta didn't speak, just quietly looked at the Tsuchimon.

Tsuchigomon Motoharu spread out his hands, "Okay, that's gone." By the way, I've tried to spy on the contents of that letter with detection, but because some idiot is next door... And Mikoto Misaka seems to have destroyed it immediately after reading the contents of the letter. ”

Aresta Crowley nodded slightly, "Got it." ”

However, Motoharu still looked him directly into the eyes, and there was no intention of leaving at all.

"There's nothing you need to do about it." After a long time, Aresta said, "You just don't do anything..."

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On the morning of the 22nd, Fu Shuai used the makeup skills he had to practice over the years to perfectly cover up the more serious dark circles on his face, and drank several cups of coffee at breakfast, and then walked out of the house with the elated Intix.

As a result, he still didn't get a minute of sleep last night. Carrying the thoroughly anesthetized ghost swordsman gangster leader in a spare sack, he carried it on his shoulder and walked down the path for a few blocks before getting into his car, and then dragged his tired body to an abandoned factory in the suburbs, where he really breathed when it was about to dawn.

As for the tools used... Don't forget the stand-in - the things in the big cloth bag behind the intern are quite complete, and Fu Shuai also happened to use this opportunity to supplement the "dying pain" stored in the stand-in, but this is a total of one in the second half of the night, compared with Fu Shuai's normal state, which usually has to kill for several days, there is still a gap in "quality", which is something that has to be compromised.

During this period, he also did not hesitate to transfer a few bottles of MP and HP potions with a small capacity at a high price, and with his own healing spells and his own magic recovery speed, he completely healed the wounds on his back...

Immediately afterwards, Fu Shuai briefly dealt with the traces of the scene, and hurriedly returned to the Ito family's villa before Intex woke up, hiding the sight of all the subordinates, and then disguised himself as having just gotten up after a good night's sleep in the room, and then went to the next door to ask Intix to get up.

Taking Intix to the street to play made him agree to something yesterday, and Fu Shuai has always been a good person in the state of not killing people, especially in keeping his promises, so even if he really wants to fall asleep when he sees a textile filled with cotton now, he will still force himself to go out with her.

Although in addition, Fu Shuai's trip today also hides other purposes...

On the same morning, the same Seventh School District, a park.

To say that this is the so-called "a rare pure land in the bustling area" is not worthy of it at all, because after all, this is the seventh school district where a large number of junior and senior high schools are concentrated, even if the rent is indeed an inch of land, but due to the consumption level of students, there are no high-end shops nearby, no matter how many people there are, it is not prosperous, because as long as the class bell rings, there is basically no one on the street... Even though it's summer vacation, the business of the shops is not so good.

As for the so-called Pure Land or something... Although the greenery of this park is good, the area is too small after all, and when you sit on the bench and look out, you can only see a small square sky, because it is surrounded by high-rise buildings. And even if you look at the plants on the ground, you will find from time to time that the automatic irrigation system was designed to be hidden, and there are always automatic cleaning robots coming and going on the road under the stones... Perhaps the only thing to praise here is the air, and the reason has nothing to do with the park itself, except that the neighborhood is mostly full of schools, and the roads around the park are all sidewalks, and there are very few cars driving here.

Two middle school girls, one older and one young, walked slowly in the path of the park, in various senses... It's a huge gap between one big and one small.

"Sister Gufa!" The short girl with a garland on her head, with a serious twinkle of stars, asked in a chattering voice, "Really?" Is there such a great restaurant just so close? A hundred yuan to have a hot bun? And bean paste buns?! ”

"Okay, how many times have you asked..."The high school girl with long hair and glasses, who is relatively tall, but the level of development is completely another order of magnitude, rubbed her hair and patiently explained: "Actually, this Chinese restaurant is very famous in the neighborhood, but your attention is always on the dessert shop, and they only sell steamed buns in the morning... There is also a hundred is the price of meat buns, and I don't know how much bean paste buns sell... Well? ”

When Gufa Meiwei came back to his senses, he found that Hatsuharu's attention had completely shifted from the bun to another place.

There was a man, drunk and dressed in a crumpled and dirty suit, sleeping on a park bench. Although it didn't snore, it was so bad at sleeping, and there were several automatic cleaning robots circling around it, which seemed to treat this guy as "garbage", but the simple AI on the robot obviously didn't know how to sweep him away...

Will there be homeless people in the school city?

Of course not... Or that there shouldn't be at all, at least in the Seventh School District. Not to mention that 80% of the city's population is students, these children have student dormitories and living expenses from their families, even if they are poor, there are several special orphanages and shelters for the incapacitated, and the guys who can barely be considered "homeless" are also delinquent teenagers, and each gang has its own meeting point. And the adults who live in the school city must have at least one skill,Or simply grew up locally in the school city,It's basically not difficult to find a job,And the management of the school city is in place from beginning to end,If it's really the kind of adult who stays at home and doesn't work after graduating from college,Usually after being a jobless vagrant for a few years under social welfare,It's going to give a ticket and drive it out of the school city directly.。

So from a common sense point of view,It's almost impossible for the group of homeless people to appear in the school city.,Even the guidebook of the "Discipline Commissioner",There's no record of how to deal with this group at all...

And this kind of textbook-like homeless man, lying in the park, seems to be a homeless drunk man, and the two members of the Discipline Committee have only seen each other in their hometown city when they were very young, and that is already a dusty ancient memory...