Masahiro Akamatsu reported to the police on duty to go out on patrol, and then got into a police car with Yahara and drove to the nearby community.

"Takao Tanaka, male, forty-two years old, has been unemployed all the year round, has a poor economic situation, and has a strong hatred of the rich......" While the car was still on the way, Yahara carefully read the information of the deceased.

"As a reminder, don't analyze the events involving spells with ordinary people's minds, this is not a detective game." Masahiro Akamatsu turned into the left turn in front of him, and he caught a glimpse of Yohara's reading materials.

Yahara immediately responded, thinking about the deceased's information in his mind.

Not long after, the police car stopped under an ordinary four-story apartment, surrounded by many deserted houses that no one lived in, so the arrival of the two did not cause waves.

Akamatsu Masahiro looked at the big grinning, and when he came to the accident site, his temperament changed suddenly, and the laziness in his eyes disappeared.

Moving step by step to the third floor, Masahiro Akamatsu pointed to the door on the left side of the entrance: "That's the residence of Takao Tanaka, and the body was found three days later by a passerby who smelled a foul smell and called the police." ”

"Is there a clue that it was a human attack?" Yahara asked.

"Nope!" Masahiro Akamatsu looked solemn and took out the key he brought out from Jiaoban to open the door.

As the door opened, all the scenes inside the house appeared in the field of view of Yahara.

The small room was filthy and messy, shoes were placed haphazardly in the entrance, and leftover wrappers and wine bottles were all over the floor. Near the side of the bed, there was a human figure outlined by a white line.

"That's where he was when he died, what can you see?" Masahiro Akamatsu's own mana level is limited, and he can't see the mana residue.

Feeling the magic power in his body, Yahara stared intently at the place where Takao Tanaka died. The mana was constantly working, and he felt an ominous aura.

Gradually, from the perspective of Yahara, several messy scratches appeared on the edges of the white lines, which stood out against the beige wooden floor.

"I see the mana defiled!"

This exclamation alerted Masahiro Akamatsu, and he clenched his hands into fists excitedly: "Great! Finally there is news! We're going to get that guy out now! ”

Maybe it was because he came a few days late, and the traces of mana residue were so shallow that they were almost gone.

At this time, Yahara was like a hunter looking for clues to his prey, carefully feeling the remaining mana, and expanding the range little by little.

Extending from the bedside to the living room, and then to the toilet, Yahara followed the mana filth step by step, and finally the exhaust pipe to the toilet was broken.

Reluctantly explained this result to Masahiro Akamatsu, and he was also at a loss. Although he has been doing this work for many years, he is only a liaison for communication in the final analysis.

Just as the two of them were standing in place and thinking about their next plan, a gray shadow suddenly appeared from the direction of the balcony and attacked Masahiro Akamatsu!

At the critical moment, he used his arms to protect his head, trying to block the attack of the unknown object.

What he didn't expect was that his proud strong physique was hit by something that was only twenty centimeters in size.

"Mr. Akamatsu!" Yahara anxiously shouted to Masahiro Akamatsu. At the same time, he cast a spell to distort the movement of the spell spirit, turning it in his favor.

Immediately after, a strong mana surged from his body, and his right hand grabbed the spell spirit at an incredible speed, restraining its movements.

The rhythm of the whole rescue is like a smooth flow, and there is no place for delay.

Akamatsu Masahiro was ashamed and annoyed, and embarrassedly thanked Yahara: "Thank you just now." ”

Yahara smiled slightly, not paying attention, and looked down at the spell spirit that suddenly burst out: its whole body was swollen like a ball, its blue-gray skin was pimple, and its limbs looked short and powerful.

"This spell spirit level is almost at the bottom of the rank, but why did it attack suddenly?" Yahara fell into deep thought. This spell spirit can't even do the most basic thinking, and letting it ambush and attack alone is tantamount to a joke.

Then, the most likely thing is the defense made by the mysterious first-level spell spirit.

Arranging a premeditated ambush for weak spell spirits, continuously causing death and eating only brain parts, is highly targeted, and spell spirits who can do this have definitely reached the level of the first level.

In this case, it is likely that it has its own unique technique.

Moreover, it can think, plan, and have a level of intelligence far beyond the last spell fetus encountered, and if the strength judgment is correct, this will definitely be a very difficult enemy.

In the end, the difficulty of the task is different.

Coming back to his senses, Yahara instructed Masahiro Akamatsu: "Mr. Akamatsu, you also saw it. If you want to remove the spell spirit, you still have to rely on the spell master, and you can't be too reckless. ”

Akamatsu Masahiro's face was flushed by this sudden attack, and he no longer had that arrogance, and nodded like garlic: "Yes, yes, I understand." So what are you going to do next? ”

"Well, I'm going to explore the surroundings and see if I can find out the big guy behind it through this spell spirit." Yahara said nonchalantly.

Knowing that he couldn't help here, Masahiro Akamatsu left his contact information with Yahara and went back to the police station first.

"Hurry up and call it a day." With no one else by his side, Yahara can finally give full play to his abilities.

Originally, he was worried that no one's ability to be a sophist would fail, but now it was different, and he was going to surprise everyone, including Gojo Satoru.

Placing the low-level spell spirit he had just caught on the ground, Yahara unleashed a logical twist of the technique, trying to influence its thinking instinct to find the first-level spell spirit hidden in the shadows.

The spell croaked unconsciously, and its stubby limbs rolled as it walked and rolled towards the balcony little by little.

Yahara followed closely, focusing on restraining his own breath, reducing his sense of presence, and avoiding startling the snake.

Walking all the way to the edge of the room, Yahara could see the bungalows living nearby, and the atmosphere was quiet and strange.

Out of the balcony range, Yahara opened the window and grabbed the bulge on the edge and followed the spell spirit upward, unconsciously learning from a certain enthusiastic citizen of New York.

Beyond the fourth floor, Yahara followed all the way to the rooftop, where old miscellaneous items were placed at random, and it seemed to be used as a warehouse.

There was a faint rain in the sky, and he felt the cool touch, and he enjoyed it very much, and planned to quickly settle the battle and find a restaurant to eat.

Anyway, the sorcerer is paid for completing the task, right?

The spell spirit stopped at the top of the fence, and suddenly its eyes burst out, its bulging body continued to expand, and its mouth could not stop screaming.

In the next second, its body suddenly exploded! The blasting generated a wave of air that even knocked down the fence surrounding the edge of the rooftop.

The scattered blood gradually turned to ashes, and Yahara frowned and used his magic power to protect his whole body and carefully observe this strange scene.

Is this the result of the spell behind this?