Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Chapter 99

Although Kamo Minha, who was born in the Gosan family, had extremely poor qualifications, and later ran away from home and became a curse master, his father, Kamo Yukino, had a different identity. He was one of the very few people who could get in touch with Reo Tsushima back then.

Because of his father, Kamo Menba also knew a little bit about [God Son] before Zento Jinto made such a crazy wish.

The young, filthy body that was parasitized by the curse spirit put on a holy white robe and crimson hakama, and once again sang praises, it transformed into a pure and noble son of God.

That was an extremely absurd fact, but when Kamo Konoha showed a mocking look about it, Kamo Yukino suddenly became furious, slapped him hard, and angrily said, "What do you know, you bastard? It is a miracle that has never been born in a thousand years! A curse spirit that can make any wish come true—isn't it equivalent to a god!"

The shame of being called a waste by my father, the burning pain on my face, all of these become unimportant when I hear the words "any wish can be fulfilled", only the rising in my heart can get rid of the waste status The faint hope of Kamo, together with [God Son], was deeply engraved in Kamo Miyo's mind.

He secretly went to the shrine to meet Reyo Tsushima. Of course, [God Son] was always protected by someone, and it was almost impossible to get in touch with him in private. He just watched from afar, even Reo Tsushima didn't even see her face clearly.

However, the dignified, clean, and inaccessible figure of the Son of God remained in his memory like a unique testimony.

After that, Kamo Minha saw Reo Tsushima's face several times in his father's information. It was unexpectedly immature, but also beautiful as expected. He didn't pay much attention to it, just remembered it. After all, what he and they are chasing is the possibility of making people's crazy wishes come true.

Unfortunately, the existence of the wishing machine is like a short-lived but beautiful firefly. After making everyone look like himself, he disappeared.

Maybe the curse spirit disappeared, maybe the Son of God died.

All in all, Kamo Minha, who had defected and became a curse master, only heard from an intelligence dealer during the turbulent period in the magic world that the wishing machine disappeared.

Kamo Minaba didn't believe it, but felt it was ridiculous.

He firmly believes that no one can lay hands on such a wish-making machine that can fulfill all wishes, and speculates that someone hid the [Son of God] in order to monopolize such a possibility.

But believe it or not, for nearly ten years after that, until the chance meeting on the streets of Tokyo, he really failed to find the trace of [God Son].

——This is the memory that Soso got from Kamo Faceyo's body.

Of course, to Kamo So, Kamo Ninha's past is just some worthless scraps. What really attracted his attention was the face that only appeared in Kamo Ninha's memory for a short ten minutes ——Exactly the same as back then, the immature face that belonged to the Son of God has not changed at all.

Being able to get such valuable information from the cursed master's corpse that he got at hand, he couldn't help but make him more and more convinced that the gear of fate was moving towards him.

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[This is the decisive battle. ]

Inexplicably, such a premonition emerged in Osamu Dazai's heart.

In the chief's office, the sun shines in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, dividing the spacious office into light and dark halves. One half is sunny, with textbooks, picture books and toys scattered around, while the other half is shrouded in haze, with only black and white records of bloody transactions. files are stacked high.

And Osamu Dazai was sitting at the wide desk, imitating Mori Ogai's appearance, clasping his hands and resting his chin, he didn't smile, his expression was rare and cold, his eyes were lightly closed, as if he was waiting for something Generally, be patient.

At this time, Osamu Dazai could somewhat understand why Mr. Mori likes to do this action.

It really can calm down the mind, put aside all other distracting thoughts, and concentrate on thinking about your plan over and over again.

There is no long-term foreshadowing, and there is no complicated strategy. When facing an enemy he does not understand at all, the first thing Dazai Osamu thinks of is to lure him out of the filthy darkness and expose his face in the dark. under the sun.

The enemy is a maggot in the magic world, who can hide and hide, and is as timid and cautious as a cunning mouse, fleeing around. Osamu Dazai has no chance to test his identity and ability over and over again, and he is even more afraid of facing what he cannot understand. When he was a conjurer, there would be accidents that he could not control, as he did with Tian Yuan many years ago.

So he decided to use Lianyang's strength.

As long as that person can take the initiative to say his name, as long as he knows his real name, Osamu Dazai can directly [order] Erina to kill the suture curser who wants to attack Lianyang.

Forbearance, hiding, don't cause a big commotion, control the scope of the roundup within Yokohama, it's best not to let Gojo Satoru get involved in this plan.

While getting rid of the rats, Osamu Dazai must also pay attention not to expose the existence of Reo Tsushima. The release of Erina's breath in the last adventure has actually attracted the attention of the magic circle, but as long as the mafia in the port of Yokohama If the number of casualties in the controlled territory does not cause social panic, the port mafia can rely on the agreement with the government to demand that the Conjuring Association not enter the territory of Yokohama.

Jingle Bell--

The piercing ringing of the phone echoed in the empty office with a high-pitched noise.

Osamu Dazai knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

He picked up the phone.

From the other end came the immature voice of a child.

"Brother, that uncle is here."

The aroma of crepes and candies wafted from the streets of Yokohama. The colorful balloons adorning the facades of roadside shops loosened their tethers and floated high into the sky. Some cute dolls were waddling and handing out leaflets for the opening of new stores. And small gifts, the noisy voices of children made the whole street come alive.

Reo Tsushima was sitting on a bench by the side of the street with people coming and going, next to a splendid colorful flower bed, he was holding a children's mobile phone with a lanyard in one hand, talking to his brother on the phone, and with the other hand Just tentatively reach out to touch the beautiful white flowers.

On the snow-white petals with some translucent colors, slightly raised veins spread thinly, floating gently like breathing, and the touch of the fingertips was soft and delicate, like stroking the wings of a butterfly.

Reo Tsushima bent his eyes, and in those beautiful black pupils there was a star-like love and smile. He didn't pick off the little white flower he liked, but just stroked its flower branch lightly. After freeing it from the leaves that were under the pressure of other weeds, he turned his attention to the person his brother had asked him to pay attention to.

The man in port overalls was wearing a peaked cap. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him appearing in the bustling commercial street in this outfit, and he went straight to his destination.

"Lianyang, you should know what to do next, right?"

Dazai Osamu's soft voice came from the other end of the phone, with a distorted distorted noise, slightly distorted.

"Well, I know."

Tsushima Reo didn't hang up the phone, just let the mobile phone [in the process of talking] hang down, dangling on his chest.

He jumped off the bench he was sitting on, ran past Ronso like an ordinary child who had had enough rest, followed by a group of children crowded in front of the cute doll holding a handful of colorful balloons, stretched out his hand Come on, and asked lively, "Little Bear, can you give me a balloon?"

"Come one by one, don't squeeze, don't squeeze."

The staff in doll costumes gently persuaded the excited children who came out to play on weekends, and let them line up in order. Reyo Tsushima obediently stood at the last one, and glanced at Ryoso unintentionally. Went for a look.

Reo Tsushima has long, smooth black hair and looks exquisite and cute, but she wears boy's clothes. Her features are obvious and unique, and she can easily attract attention even on a commercial street full of children who come out to play on weekends.

Li Suo really noticed him, with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

He wasn't so easy to deceive, he stood aside cautiously, observing Reo Tsushima's actions and expressions, and after a while, he noticed something strange.

Young children seem to be unable to hide their emotions. While waiting in line to receive the ball, they cast anxious glances at the side of the street from time to time. When they accidentally meet their eyes, they are always flustered. Zhang ground dodged.

Then contacting the mysterious person who posted a large reward for him on the dark web, Ron Suo vaguely guessed something.

Ah.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he let out a sneer, but the expression on his face relaxed.

Are you so bold to let [God Son] be the bait?What a courageous young man.

Young man, Ron Suo used this word to describe a mysterious person whose identity he did not know, not because he had learned any new information at that moment, but because he was contemptuous of throwing [Son of God] out as bait, reckless, The ridicule of the person who doesn't know how to cherish.

indeed.

[Any wish can come true. ]

Faced with such a temptation, no one can resist, and the success rate of this tactic using Reo Tsushima as a bait is almost perfect.

but.

Even fishing involves the risk of being dragged into the water by violent big fish, and that person has no way of knowing whether he is one of the unlucky ones whose bait is eaten and the fishing line is torn off.

Yan Suo looked down at his clothes, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Unsurprisingly, Reo Tsushima was indeed controlled by the port mafia, and because of their previous actions, they had already become vigilant.

That's why it was so quick to notice the departure of an insignificant employee on the freighter carrying the port's mafia cargo.