Wei Jushu looked at this set of school uniforms and was a little stunned.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and put it on."

Yu Zhiyu didn't know where to run out, and looked at Wei Jushu with a smile, she still held a complete set of hairstyle scissors in her hand.

"Uh... Wait, what's this for? ”

Wei Gu fell into a brief period of confusion.

"Because you just graduated from high school, you can't see it when you change into a school uniform, so it's convenient to sneak into the school, so I chose you."

Yu Zhiyu looked at Wei Jushu who had changed into a navy blue exquisite suit and school uniform, he looked like a male high school student, and couldn't help laughing.

Wearing a delicate suit and school uniform, with a white shirt and a small tie inside, Wei Jushu had just graduated from high school, and now he changed into this set of high school uniforms, looking like a super well-behaved good student.

According to the principle of proximity, the candidate who helped him participate in the costume camouflage naturally fell on Yu Zhiyu.

After all, she's a part-time fashion magazine model.

"In order to avoid attracting attention, you can't enter the school as a transfer student, someone has just disappeared, and a transfer student has come on the back foot, and even a fool can sense that something is wrong."

Yu Zhiyu said while taking care of Wei Gushu's hairstyle.

"So the identity that the center arranged for you is an art specialty student in the second year of high school, you only need to show up in the studio, and you don't participate in the cultural classes of the class.

"Hmm... Still a little too sharp, now you give the feeling. ”

Yu Zhiyu looked Wei Gu up and down, turning back and forth around him, reaching out from time to time to help him straighten out the wrinkles of his school uniform.

“.....”

Having never worn such an elegant school uniform since he was a child, Wei Jushu rubbed his temples a little uncomfortably and held back the desire to sigh.

The first time I went on a mission, it was not the same as I imagined, and the first step was to disguise myself as an art specialty.

"I know, the main problem is still in your eyes, your eyes are like a tiger, how can a high school student have such eyes as you?"

Yu Zhiyu stretched out her slender fingers, gently lifted Wei Gushu's bangs away, and stared into his eyes, the latter's eyes were calm and sharp, like a fierce tiger calm to the extreme.

"Wait a minute, try this."

She picked out a narrow-brimmed square pair of glasses from the transit station's clothing vault, with a blue-silver coating on the narrow edge, and flat lenses.

Yu Zhiyu put the glasses on Wei Gushu's face, took care of his bangs and hairstyle, and finally helped him straighten the collar of his shirt.

"What about now?"

Wei Jushu was helpless to be at the mercy of Miss Zhiyu, feeling that she had become her dress-up puppet, and now she looked up in the mirror and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

He didn't even recognize himself in the mirror.

Wei Jushu in the mirror has a well-proportioned figure, the navy blue school uniform and white shirt fit perfectly, the blue narrow-rimmed glasses on his face make his sharp eyes blocked, and his gaze is relatively gentle, and the carefully trimmed hairstyle matches this body, which already looks like an art specialty student of a high school student.

"You can now go directly to shoot campus idol dramas, playing the second male who is an art student with some literary temperament."

Yu Zhiyu was amazed and helped him finally straighten the front of his school uniform.

"The figure is simply a clothes rack, Xiao Wei."

Wei Jushu blinked a few times, helplessly adapting to his temporary new identity.

High school students, art students, well-off families, living in a high-class community more than ten minutes' walk from the school.

"I have my student ID, the keys to my room, cash, my bank card, and the textbooks and drawings I need for class."

Yu Zhiyu handed the schoolbag in his hand to Wei Gushu and patted him on the shoulder in encouragement.

"If anything goes wrong, don't hesitate to give up immediately, no one can say for sure.....

She whispered in his ear, turned her head and patted him on the shoulder as if nothing happened, and turned away.

Wei Gushu carried his schoolbag and received his equipment box.

According to his needs, it was equipped with two "scalpels", one was a tactical short knife with a blade length of sixty centimeters, similar to the tactical short knife of Tokoku Wakisa, the shorter blade length was convenient for indoor fighting, and the other was a one-meter-long one-handed sword, which was sharpened on eight sides, strong and sharp.

In addition to these two standard "scalpels", there is also a matching gun, which is the extremely expensive Taran Tactician Master 2011, with a black and gold barrel, equipped with two magazines, one is a reinforced heavy warhead, 22+1 round capacity, and the other is a magazine with a magazine painted in a striking yellow, which is filled with 22+1 rounds of non-lethal high-voltage shock bullets, with a tactical holster.

Wei Jushu once asked Lao Qiao curiously if there was such a non-lethal weapon, he had seen in his novels that others had hypnotic bullets or something, and he was sprayed.

"Don't you know how complicated hypnosis is? It's easy to get the dose wrong and people can't wake up completely, and you still expect a bullet to do it? ”

"Alchemy equipment or something....?"

"You're quite good at pulling words, and the high-voltage shock will be over."

In addition to these, there is also a small special dagger with a ring on the tail, the tail ring is inclined forward, ergonomic, but the blade is extremely short, and the entire small dagger capital is forged directly from the same steel, without additional handle material.

This is the "wedge", Olha steel and Mithril contain more than an entire scalpel, and is the most common standard enchantment wedge.

After counting the equipment, Wei Jushu got up in his school uniform and handed the materials back to the girl at the window, and threw them into the incineration bucket after the inventory was correct.

The memory card also needed to be destroyed, so Wei took it out of the workbench, rubbed it with a slight movement of his index finger and thumb, rolled it into powder, and threw it into the incinerator together.

Under the witness of Wei Gushu, the incinerator was activated, and all information turned into ashes.

He carried his schoolbag and equipment box on his back and walked out of the transit station.

A black low-key Volkswagen had already stopped at the door and sent the repression commissioner to the school gate.

If you think about it, this is the first time I've been out of the North in the past few months.

Sitting in the back row, his suitcase resting on his lap, Wei looked out the window at the autumn streets of this romantic seaside city, and suddenly remembered the passage of time.

The black public drove fast and steadily, and an hour later, Wei Gushu had already arrived at the side gate of UBM Private High School.

The doorman didn't have any doubts, he should have been secretly informed of the situation a long time ago, just nodded slightly, and let him go.

It was Monday, afternoon, and the students hadn't finished school yet.

There was no greeting, no guidance, everything was extremely low-key, as if Wei Gushu did not exist at all, and the teacher in the studio did not react to his appearance, and should have been specially notified.

Wei Gushu walked to the window position and sat down.

The camouflage is excellent, and there is even a half-drawn sketch on the drawing board.

Without any discovery, Wei Gushu began the first suppression mission.