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Chapter 37

"Gin Gin, look what I found."

Sanriyue, who originally just wanted to go for a walk, accidentally saw an internal encrypted website. It was like putting a ball of wool in front of a cat. It can't be blamed for stretching out its paws to look at it.

However, Sanriyue knows how to share. He not only watched it by himself, but also invited his friends to watch it together.

Well, he thinks he is a little friend, and Gin might have a different opinion.

Qin Jiu leaned over to take a look: "Curse spirit?"

Originally he just wanted to deal with the kid, he got up, walked behind Sanriyue, bent down and began to carefully read the contents of the website.

The so-called curse spirit is the curse formed by human beings' negative emotions such as fear and resentment towards a certain thing.

The so-called conjurer is a profession that uses spell power to lift curses and expel curse spirits.The mantra is the power that comes from the negative emotions of human beings.

"So, what we met last night was the curse spirit?"

Gin recalled that thing was full of malice towards human beings, and somewhat understood the meaning of the curse formed by negative emotions.

"That's right, this world is really interesting~"

Sanriyue keeps opening the news pages of various media websites, and there are videos that have not been posted online but survived in some people's mobile phones, "This is the information I have screened out, and I can be sure that it is the work of the curse spirit. Classified as various accidents, not known to the general public."

Qin Jiu leaned down to look carefully at the damage area, the silver hair slipped from his shoulders, and floated in the air, flickering, and the eyes of Sanriyue, which was visible from the side of his face, flickered along with it.

Seeing that Mr. Killer was concentrating on reading the news, he quietly stretched out his paw, trying to play with it in the palm of his hand.

Snapped!

"Be quiet." Patting away a restless paw, Gin scooped back his long hair. According to the news content, combined with the information from the Conjurer's website, and a simple comparison with the one he encountered, he finally concluded: " Judging by the intensity, the one last night should be at least a second-level curse."

Level [-], maybe even less.

The tender-faced boy pouted, but didn't say anything, because there was something more interesting in front of him: "Look, these idiots actually put all their murder clues on the webpage, are they showing off?"

Gin took the mouse, and clicked on a few pages for comparison - he didn't pay attention to it before, but it was indeed interesting to read it in conjunction with Kognac's words.

This website should be the internal website of the conjurer.It is similar to the dark net, but the binding force on conjurers is much greater than that of the relatively loose dark net.

The dark web he is familiar with is equivalent to an intermediary platform, people who enter can post rewards, and can also accept rewards.But people who use the platform are free, they can use it, and they can destroy all identification and leave.

As the provider of the platform, the dark web charges a certain commission.Although it is also a monopoly business, under the inherent conventions of the other world, this ratio will not be excessive-you can make money lying down, and some people are watching them, waiting for them to make mistakes.

However, this magician website directly controls the information and resources at the source. The magician calculates his salary according to the region, the number and level of exorcism spirits.There is no difference between working in a factory and paying wages on a piece basis.It is normal to say that it is normal for workers to be exploited, but the tricks here are obviously more than that.

"Or a family monopoly?"

Qin Jiu read a few pages, then sneered, "I'm afraid the only ones left are the Yusan family."

However, since it's not an official website, and you can't get in touch with the identity they just created, let him go.

He picked up the coat that had completed the achievement of tripping the three suns and the moon, and didn't dislike the bloody smell, and put it on his body directly: "I'm going out for a while, you stay here and don't run around."

In a battle last night, the only thing left on him that was still capable of killing was a stick.This world is not safe. Even if technological weapons have limited lethality against monsters, no, spell spirits, he doesn't like the feeling of being empty.

In the original world, weapons were organized and provided, so he just had to pick the one he liked.Now that the world has changed, we have to start all over again.

Local violent associations generally don't touch hot weapons, and even if they have them, they are not good at them.Gin simply went out for a walk and returned with a dark web invitation code.

When the time comes to buy weapons directly on the platform, it will definitely be more expensive than offline weapon dealers, but it saves trouble.Besides, the matter of money is nothing more than the time for the kid to press a few keystrokes on the computer.

"okokokok."

Seeing that after a series of conversations, Kognac who didn't know if he had listened to his words, Gin frowned, closed the door, turned around, and locked the door with the key.

Unaware that Gin, who suffers from lack of energy phobia, has gone out, and Sanriyue, who locked him indoors, began to follow the Internet attentively, facing the few surnames that were occasionally mentioned on the magic website in order to show the background, and posted them all over the Internet. Grill deep inside.

The beauty of the Internet is that as long as there is a trace, it will be remembered forever, and there is nowhere to hide.

In modern society, even a library in a small city begins to connect with the Internet.Some things, even if they are not mentioned in the magic world, will not be without traces in places.

County chronicles, local chronicles, myths and legends, and urban anecdotes were soon captured one by one by the crawler software written temporarily by Sanriyue, and they were arranged densely in chronological order on the small laptop screen.

And because of the boy's powerful reading and memory ability, he was quickly emptied.

"Relying on heredity to inherit spells is really unreliable, but the rate of decrease in inherited surnames in the spell world is obviously abnormal."

Sanriyue glanced up and down, and directly pulled them on the computer a graph of the speed of the demise of the traditional magic family in the past century, "Wow, this is the first time I have seen such a flat data! Gin, you Look at it, isn't it very shameless?"

"Gin?"

The young man who finally came to his senses pulled out his head from the computer, looked around in a daze, but couldn't see the figure who was still there just now, "Going out?"

He didn't care, rolled his eyes, and started to think badly, "Hey, it's all here, Lord Sanriyue, let's do something good!"

The data alone is not very intuitive, and Sanriyue listed all the surnames that have disappeared since the data was available.Then, according to the year, I began to fill in the data sheet, and thoughtfully pulled a map of Japan below, marking the location of the areas where the surnames disappeared, and the current forces in these areas.

These two tables are definitely one of the easiest tasks that Sanriyue has done in the past few years. He did three times, five divisions and two to get it done, and then directly hacked into the magician website, copied and pasted.

Immediately afterwards, he permanently fixed these two charts on all interfaces.It will not affect the use of the website, but it will never disappear from your sight. The effect is comparable to a small advertisement of a certain color, and there is no option to close it.

He didn't overwrite the original website page, after all, the cook had to take over the job.It would be meaningless to simply scrap the website because it is no longer needed.

Well, just in case, he grabbed a few more spare meat.chicken.servers, so that the website can't be shut down!

Master Sanriyue generously shared his discovery with everyone, it would be wrong not to read it!

Therefore, all conjurers who clicked in could see that in the data table, the small families that were originally branched in different regions gradually disappeared at a rate of 1-2 per year.The drawn curve has occasional twists and turns, but overall it is as stable as an old dog, which makes people unconsciously marvel.

such as:

"へっぽこ野郎!"

"ばか!"

"Dead niyagare!"

Probably, it is traditional Japanese trash talk!

Of course, there are also styles that are not the same.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, genius! This man is a genius!"

Gojo Satoru hugged his belly and rolled from one end of the Dahiro room to the other, kicking his legs while rolling, clenched his fists and pounded the ground vigorously, throwing the eye mask aside, tears sprayed out like a small watering can.

"No, I must go to see the faces of those old men today... No, wait until I finish laughing hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Normally, Ye Mo Zhengdao, as the principal, must have stepped on it with one foot, but today he was in a good mood, so he let the other party act recklessly on his territory.

"However, there seems to be something about your Wutiao family here, is it okay?"

"Haha... huh... huh, let me take it easy." The white broom heads that had been pushed up by the blindfold all drooped at the moment, Gojo Satoru supported his hands on the floor and panted with difficulty, while chanting , "No, my stomach hurts, reverse the surgery and reverse the surgery."

A blue vein popped up on the moth's face, did the reversal technique help you heal your belly cramped from laughing?

But reason told him, forget it.

This is five enlightenment, what more can you ask for?

"What can it matter?"

Finally having had enough of laughing, he sat down on the tatami, and there was still a smile in his tone without astigmatism, "It's certain to be angry, but anger can speed up the blood flow, and maybe the blood rushes to the forehead all of a sudden, and bangs directly." !"

He compared two fingers upwards, and said maliciously, "I just exploded my head, and I was so pissed off! Woowa, no, this way of death is super~ funny!"

It's completely a gloating attitude to die quickly, and the more you die, the better.

"Drip-"

Ye Mozheng was about to say something when he was interrupted by the email notification on his phone. He lowered his head and said, "The high-level executives are going to have a meeting."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru reached out to touch his pocket, but found nothing.

What about cell phones?

He looked around, and finally found his smartphone left alone in a certain corner, quickly picked it up and looked, "Hey? Hey? Where's the mail?" He shook the poor phone vigorously, "It's broken ?"

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Why don't people invite you to go, and you don't have any points in your heart?

"It's broken, let's get a new one!" Throwing the cauldron to the innocent mobile phone without any guilt, he let go and threw it away, grinning, "Come on, let's go to a meeting!"

No please?

not let him go?

One of his favorite things, Wujo Satoru, is to say NO to those self-righteous guys!