Chapter 17

Miyako Eri is very sure that the source of the pollution is in the building that Nakahara Chuya pointed out.

She stretched out her hand to stop the two of them, making them stop temporarily.

"There are very bad things in there."

Gojo Satoru and Miyako Eri have cooperated many times to clean up "bugs", so naturally they have a tacit understanding with her, almost as if Miyako Eri had just made an interception move. He stopped in cooperation, and after he and Miyako Eri stopped, Nakahara Chuuya, who was leading the way, naturally stopped as well.

"Have you felt it?"

Seeing Miyako Eri stop on her own initiative, Nakahara was a little surprised. He stared at Miyako Eri's eyes, and seemed to feel that something was wrong.

"...By the way..."

Did the gaze he just looked at Miyako Eri look further down?

Nakahara Chuuya looked at Miyako Eri, who had just guessed his chest and was now almost as tall as him, surprise finally showing in his blue eyes.

To be honest, if the situation wasn't inappropriate, he would have wanted to ask Miyako Eri if this rapid heightening technique was some kind of supernatural ability. If possible, could he try it too?

Well, just asking.

"Things that make me feel uncomfortable are not easy to deal with."

Miyako Eri stretched out her hand towards Gojo Satoru. In exchange for the other person's expression of confusion and realization after a few seconds, Gojo Satoru confidently placed his hand on Miyako Eri's. On hand.

"That's not it..."

Miyako Eri, who planned to ask Gojo Satoru for a weapon, ended up getting a hand in exchange for it. The corners of her mouth twitched and she withdrew her hand expressionlessly.

The tacit understanding between her and Gojo Satoru really needs to be worked on.

"Forget it, I'll figure it out myself."

After some hindsight, Miyako Eri realized that Gojo Satoru didn't usually carry any weapons on his body. Only then did he realize how serious his action of reaching out to the opponent for weapons just now was. Stupid, she should just pull a steel bar off the roadside, it would be better than Gojo Satoru's hand.

Although the opponent's hands are also quite powerful weapons in a sense.

That guy doesn't need to use any magic tools at all. The magic power he condenses and shoots is enough to tear apart a special-level magic spirit.

Seeing Miyako Eri casually pick up a stick from the roadside that was thrown by an unknown forerunner, Gojo Satoru realized that he had just misunderstood Miyako Eri's meaning.

Of course, he did so consciously.

After all, it’s fun to watch Eri-chan change her face.

"Can this kind of thing get rid of that pollution source?"

Although he hadn't met the real owner yet, Zhongyuan Zhongya's intuition was not unreliable. He quickly realized how powerful the pollution source of the water treatment company was.

The originally silent abandoned building area suddenly became filled with commotions, and many strange creatures that had nothing to do with human presence appeared.

Zhongyuan Zhongya frowned and looked solemnly at the figures slowly walking out of the abandoned building.

It is very similar to Osamu Dazai when he was alienated. Although he still looks like a human being, those "human beings" are no longer pure humans. Their bodies are either stained with sticky liquid, or their dry skin is covered with something like The hard pieces like fish scales made a harsh scratching sound as the soles of the feet came into contact with the ground.

"Are those also polluted people?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also counted the number of "human beings" appearing in front of him, and began to feel uneasy in his heart.

"This number is much larger than the number previously calculated by Port Mafia."

He began to worry about how much damage would be caused if so many pollutants rushed into the city.

Although the Port Mafia is a mafia society cloaked in a legal guise, whether it is seeking profits through violence or normal business competition with intrigues, the Port Mafia also needs economy and personnel to operate such a large group. So much pollution Once the body is released on the market, the losses caused are unimaginable.

Even if the military and police came to deal with it by then, it would be too slow.

"Yes, but don't worry, they are easier to deal with than 'bugs'." Miyako Eri picked up a steel bar and turned her wrist to adapt to its weight and length, without showing the slightest expression of worry on her face. .

"Once the 'source of pollution' is resolved, all other contaminated objects will return to their original state and there will no longer be any spread."

She said this, roughly tucking her long hair into the back of her collar to prevent it from affecting her health if she fights it later. sight.

The body suddenly grew a little bigger, and the memory was unlocked a little bit, but the memory of Gojo Enlightenment was not completely recalled yet.

What filled her mind was more about ways to solve the pollution sources in that building.

"Mr. Nakahara will not be contaminated, so can I ask you to control these contaminated objects in a while?"

Miyako Eri turned the steel bar in his hand out of the afterimage, stood firm and took himself as the center of the circle, and suddenly flew away The contaminants that rushed forward.

"...Ha..."

Although he doesn't know why Miyako Eri is so sure that he will not be contaminated, Nakahara Chuuya's intuition also tells him that he does not need to be afraid of being alienated by those things. There is something far better than those things left in his body. A domineering presence.

Once those things come close to you, they will only be assimilated.

Even so, Zhongyuan still has no direct contact with those contaminated objects.

He was just like Miyako Eri, directly knocking away the contaminated bodies approaching with the stones under his feet.

Unlike Miyako Eri, Gojo Satoru had to use the inertia of his body to fly away the attacker. He just strolled in front of the two of them and used his "unlimited" power to clear the way.

"I've confirmed that it's a curse spirit before, so why don't these guys have any magic power on them?"

He even had the time to stop and stand next to a certain pollutant, holding back his nausea and studying the other's scaly body.

"Even if it becomes like this and there is no trace of the curse, I have to doubt whether these things are real." As

he said this, he was stunned as if he realized something, and suddenly turned his head to Miyako Eri confirmed.

"It's real, but it's not real either."

Miyako Eri nodded to confirm the other party's judgment. She had just unlocked her memory and knew the truth.

"They have magic power, it's just that we can't see it."

They say they can't see it, but actually Miyako Eri can see it, but she couldn't see it before she realized it.

This is also where the "source of pollution" is disgusting.

Although it is easy to solve and does not have strong power, it is a "conceptual body" in itself.

His innate talent allows him to live like a fish in water in a field where there are not many strong people. If the port mafia had not had an overly cautious and suspicious leader, and if Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru had not come to this world, Maybe until the other party dies, not many people in this world will be aware of the existence of the "pollution source".

When Miyako Eri thinks of the characteristics of the other party, it can only be "remembering". If the person involved does not realize this, he will not be able to break the shackles of the "concept", so Miyako Eri can only find ways to hint to them.

Gojo Satoru has always been keen. After he realized this and looked at the contaminated objects, the scene in front of him changed.

The heavy and resentful curse wrapped around the body emerged on every contaminated body. Gojo Satoru could even see a huge black shadow condensed from behind them in a trance.

"That's it?"

He didn't dare to ask openly before getting confirmation, just for fear that the cunning source of pollution could escape.

"Yes."

Miyako Eri nodded, and in tacit agreement with Gojo Satoru, they played a riddle that Nakahara Chuuya couldn't understand.

Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was excluded by the two Riddlers, felt a little crazy when he saw the eyes of those two people condensed in a place he couldn't see.

Could it be that their Armed Detective Agency, oh no, everyone who associates with the Armed Detective Agency will eventually become a qualified Riddler?

Why doesn't he understand what he's saying so loudly?

And what on earth are they looking at? Why can't he see it?

Could it be because he was blinded by something?

This thought suddenly flashed through my mind, and the scene in front of me became illusory as if encountering fog. When the briefly blurred vision came into focus again, Nakahara also saw the scene that Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru had seen.

"Oh oh oh oh -"

There is a string behind the contaminated bodies, like a marionette, and these strings are eventually drawn back to one place.

It was an extremely huge black figure. Just seeing that figure made Zhongyuan Zhongya feel sick.

"Hmm!"

"What is that?!"

Nakahara Chuuya wanted to see the figure clearly, but when he looked at the black figure intently, the back of his head felt like someone had hit him hard, and his whole brain began to buzz. , the body instinctively felt nauseated.

He held it in his hands to prevent him from spitting it out. He quickly looked away and took a deep breath, finally regaining his composure.

He pinched his thighs to keep himself steady, and then asked Miyako Eri timidly.

He didn't waste his energy in questioning Gojo Satoru.

Finally, I finally saw clearly that Miyako Eri was more professional in this strange thing.

Gojo Satoru is, at most, a bodyguard.

"It's not a 'thing'," Miyako Eri shook her head, "Mr. Nakahara feels uncomfortable because you want to 'see' Him clearly, right?"

She said this, and suddenly chuckled again, her tone full of sarcasm.

"Isn't that what they say?"

"Mortals should not look directly at gods."

Nakahara Chuuya didn't think much about it at first. He was silent for a long time after hearing Miyako Eri's words, and then raised his hand with trembling fingers that had not yet replied. Refers to the huge black shadow.

"You mean, that thing is a god?!"

Why doesn't it look like a good thing at all? !

"Well, that's right."

"Don't be so surprised. All types of gods exist in this world. Moreover,"

Miyako Eri took a moment to look at the surprised Nakahara Chuuya, and thought Thinking about these gods, it is really fun to compete with each other.

No, there are also people who end up in person.