reversal impulse

Jia Ruozi quickly stepped up to Matsushita, he half-kneeled on the floor, and bent down slightly to judge Mr. Bodyguard's life signs.

And breathe!

Nitro immediately started calling 119, and the call was quickly connected.

"Hello, it's not a fire alarm, it's first aid." He frowned, and used the reversal technique to hang Matsushita's life. "My friend was injured and is in a semi-shock state. I hope to be rescued as soon as possible."

He hung up the phone after explaining the scene and the address roughly.

The beating of the pulse in his hands gradually became a little more stable, and his breathing was not as vague as before, and Nitzi quickly calmed down.

He quickly prioritized things in his mind.

He had to send Matsushita to the hospital. His inversion technique could not be exposed, and the "injury" could only be cured by the hospital. This was something he needed to let Mr. Bodyguard know.

But he also wanted to treat Matsushita a little bit, not directly, but at a level that would prevent the hospital from contacting the police.

Matsushita knew the rules of conjurers, and even if he was investigated later, he would probably keep things vague.

Then Jiarui Nitro began to observe his room.

There is no sign of a large-scale fight in the room, but there is a mess around Panasonic. This trace is only a struggle after a serious injury, and a weak survival after limb weakness.

There are two possibilities, Nitro thought.

First, the ominous monster with intertwined tentacles.

First of all, the monster's action mode is currently completely impossible to judge.

The scene looked very much like what he had encountered before, the spiritual abuse could not be reflected in the reality, the struggle that could not be escaped and could not be resisted...

It looks like a manifestation of the monster's mental attack on the human body.

Second, the role of surgery.

Last night, the owner of a special technique came to the door, but was stopped by Panasonic.

This possibility was almost immediately denied by Nitro.

This doesn't make sense, human beings are not monsters, they must act according to some kind of principle.

Walking away after the bodyguard is incapacitated and waking up in the morning safe and sound - not something an intelligent intruder would do.

Jiarui Nitzi's brows became deeper and deeper, and he began to observe the comatose Panasonic, he gently moved away the corner of the quilt, and found that the wounds could not be seen clearly in the bloody parts of Panasonic's clothes.

Still contemplating, Nitro saw a faint reflection under the quilt again.He breathed lightly, and gently twisted the quilt.

When he saw the reflection clearly, Jia Ruzi's mind went blank for a moment.He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

A blood-stained scalpel was wrapped inside.

Almost subconsciously, Nitzi took out a clean scalpel, and he gently tried to pick out the deep blood spots on Panasonic's clothes - there were tears.

He made a comparison again, and the width of the breach was basically the same as the width of the scalpel blade.

Jia Ruozi was in a trance, and all the clues pointed to the fact that he had to admit that he did the wound on Matsushita's body.

Mr. Matsushita's breathing became more and more stable, and the state of the wound remained at the moment when the reversal technique was applied.None of his wounds are fatal, and the location has no purpose. If you insist, it is like opening a blind box. The wounds appear randomly on the body.

Jia Ruozi took a deep breath, thinking about it.He thought a lot, such as the past that was vague but became clear by accident, and the medical examination form.

He suddenly remembered the sentence "Conjurers are all lunatics" that Xia Youjie said lightly the night before.

Conjurers are madmen, yes, but logical madmen.

After being silent for a while, Nitro picked up the phone and dialed another number, but no one answered the phone for a long time, but he was not in a hurry, he lowered his eyes and waited quietly.

When the irritating waiting sound finally stopped suddenly, Jia Ruozi spoke.

"Good morning, Miss Ming." He greeted, "I hope I didn't disturb your rest."

"It's Ni, it's very rare, you will contact me~" There was a smiling female voice on the other end of the phone, "Diva and I just returned to Kyoto after a mission, but... if Ni, you can drop out of school Call me Senior Sister."

On the other end of the phone was Ming Ming, a first-level conjurer of the Kyoto Conjuration College. In addition to being very strong, he was also a conjurer who was well-informed.

Because he often went to Kyoto to heal the wounded, Jiarui Nitzi got along well with the conjurers of the Kyoto High School, and he was a little familiar with Angeji and Mingming.

Mingming likes to call him "Nitr".

"I would like to ask you to help me investigate a person's detailed information." Nitzi looked down at Mr. Bodyguard, "It is a conjurer named Matsushita, who used to work in Yusanjia. I will send photos and more detailed information to you by text message. Come here... Senior's bank account number hasn't changed, has it?"

Mingming understood what he meant, but still asked for the first time: "Did this person offend you?"

"No, no, I offended him." Nitro said flatly, "So I'm looking for a reason now, 'why' I offended him."

"I know." Ming Ming said with a smile.

***

In the afternoon, in the basement of the small bar.

The go-betweens shuttled between the tables with smiles on their faces.

It would be great if there is a door-to-door delivery business, but it doesn't matter if there is no order, yesterday's order is enough for him to eat and drink for a month.Who made things so coincidental, a rich man who was in a hurry to find a bodyguard, and an honest magician who had just terminated his employment relationship with the Buddhist monastery.

While he was still complacent about the deal, a figure in a loose sweater stopped him.

"About yesterday's transaction, shall we talk?"

After learning that Matsushita was seriously injured and sent to the hospital, the first reaction of the agency was to quickly disentangle the relationship: "This is a problem of his ability, not my professional mistake. In this case, he needs to compensate you for the full amount, and the responsibility is not on him." me."

The one who approached the agent was Jiarui Nitzi, who patiently listened to the agent's nonsense, and pushed the phone towards him: "I understand you, the agent is only responsible for the investigation of the situation in advance, you should take a look at this first."

The intermediary took the phone suspiciously, and it was full of words.

"Masato Matsushita, a retainer of the Chanyuan, is the guard of the son-in-law Naoya Zenyuan. He was kicked away by Naoya Zenyuan because of some trivial matters, and then left the Zenyuan. This is what you told me so far. Look at the back?"

Behind……

The intermediary moved his eyes down and started to read quickly, but after only two or three lines, his eye sockets were gradually widened by surprise, and cold sweat dripped down.

"Masato Matsushita was recommended by the Zen Academy to join the Conjuration Superintendent Department, and he is still on the job until now. In other words, he is still a high-level civil servant in conjuration."

This is something that Mingming found out.

In short, the conjurers sent their own people to their side.

After receiving the information at the hospital, Nitro immediately healed Matsushita without any hesitation, and immediately asked when the other party opened his eyes: "What did you do last night?"

Even if he is not normal, he still can't do things like taking the initiative to attack others unconsciously.

What's more, if Nitro has the habit of messing around in his dreams, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie who lived with him will be the first to know about it.

After two or three rounds of probing and threats, Matsushita relented.

"We want you to go back and use some methods of a conjurer." His attitude towards Nitro was much more cautious than yesterday, and if you look carefully, you can still see a little bit of fear and bewilderment in his eyes, "But you noticed it. "

Matsushita still felt chills recalling the weird scene last night—he approached the sleeping man, and saw the person in front of him open his eyes abruptly before he was ready for the operation.

When he was about to use some excuses to fool the past, Jiarui Niuzi suddenly said in an extremely blunt tone: 【You want to control him. 】

There was a faint golden gushing out of his eyes, like the magma erupting from Mount Fuji, or like the strange magic that quietly revealed in the cold night.

Panasonic's heart was beating wildly, but when he took a closer look, he found that it was just an illusion, and his eyes were still a cold brown that lacked light.

He took a few steps back and fell down on the side of the coffee table, unable to move. The last sentence that came with the scalpel was Jia Ruozi's last words: [Don't worry, he won't want you to die. 】

Masato Matsushita's words made Nitro doubtful, he told it as if he had been schizophrenic, not to mention whether it was true or not - he didn't have the ability to immobilize people.

Jiarui Glass didn't go any further. He didn't really believe the story. After signing a confidential "contract" with Masato Matsushita, he left the hospital and found an intermediary.

Of course, the intermediary does not need to know the above things.

"Don't worry, you didn't do anything that would be targeted by the high-level conjurers. It just so happens that I don't want to, so can I trouble you to choose another candidate for me?" Nitro thought for a while, and added a condition, "Heyu Sanjia It’s even better when there’s a holiday.”

This tricky request made the intermediary hesitate for a long time.

"The kind are usually... curse masters." The intermediary leaned over and talked in a low voice, "My career experience is very clean, but people always have a few friends who go astray, right, the curse master I have something to do with it, as long as you..."

Jia Ruozi took a step back and silently rejected the proposal.He thought to himself, if you knew who introduced me here, you would never mention the word curser in front of me.

"Then... There is also a candidate... who is not a conjurer or a curse master, and his position is completely neutral. But he is familiar with another intermediary. I can introduce the intermediary to you. He is a Korean. It's called Kong Shiyu."

"Oh?" Nitro raised an eyebrow.

The intermediary wiped off his sweat: "Although the reputation is not very good, as long as the compensation is in place, it will be easy to speak..."

"How do I get in touch?"

"Please wait."

The intermediary looked it up on the phone, made a few more calls, and finally returned home and went in front of Nitro, cursing a few words in a low voice about "damn accidental compensation", and after scolding enough, put on a more indescribable expression than before. expression.

"He's in the hospital." He said dryly, "He's in trouble at the hospital."