"You said you 'have a clue'?"

A sinister sneer came from the phone.

"You think that if you say such words, you can explain to the sect... Munounuchi Yoshikichi, you should be very clear about who can climb to this position today, right?"

"Let me know that since the sect can make a trash like you a policeman, there are naturally ways to turn you back into the old wild dog that rolls on muddy water."

"You'd better be more careful about hard drive matters, otherwise the consequences will be. Don't blame me for not reminding you before."

"Then I will thank you for your guidance first, the high priest of the consciousness."

Muzione was scolded by such a scattered voice, and he felt annoyed.

But he also knew that he could not offend this guy, so he whispered and answered without a smile.

"However, since this matter is in my hands, I will naturally give the ecclesiastical explanation, priests don't have to worry about this fortification so much."

"I don't want to hear you say such nonsense. Tell me, how much does the man's aunt and his brother know about hard drives..."

The lower priest of the God Ci'en Qi Cult, known as "God's Shrine", urged: "If these two people have nothing to do with the incident, I don't want to have any more troubles."

"I know this very well..."

Makunouchi's tone slowed down, and he said calmly: "These two people in the Zhikura family should be a breakthrough. At least when I mentioned the disappearance of Misaki Ichii, that Zhikura Toshiya had no expression, but the woman named Samori Chiho was obviously moved."

The man on the other side of the phone was slightly silent, ten seconds later—

"Okay! What are you going to do next?"

The hoarse and low voice asked him.

"I, Yoshige, naturally, has my own way. You don't have to worry about it, priest."

Yoshiki Makuno's body leaned against the driver's seat and put his hands on the steering wheel.

The rainfall falling from the gloomy sky hit the car window, and the wipers automatically turned on, sweeping away the falling rain.

Matsunoide hung up the phone, looked at the house with the famous brand "Samori" in a gloomy way, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away from the street of the community.

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Wednesday, lunch time.

Today, the "Azai Trio" in Class D did not eat in the classroom, but came to the school cafeteria.

The canteen decoration of Sakurasaka High School is very distinctive, as fashionable as a café or a high-end hotel. The glass walls and lighting windows can inject natural light from the outside. The interior is extremely neat and the long tables are full of people most of the time.

The three of Azai found the farthest location from the crowded area. They ordered cheap udon noodles with the tumbler at the Touyeon, Nagano ordered the most abundant student A-class meal in the canteen set. The tray was filled with creamy bacon pasta, burger steak and vegetable salad. As for Kazumoto, the ginger pork cover was poured.

(Naono was unexpectedly a big eater. This guy named Hatsumoto put too much garlic in the ginger pork. It seemed that he asked to put more, okay! Stay away from him today...)

Looking at the Giyamoto biting garlic, Zhikura Tomoya shook his head secretly and slowly closed his eyes.

"If you don't move your chopsticks, can you have no taste?"

Kotomoto asked curiously.

"Nothing, I'm thinking about something."

Zhicang Dongye's closed eyes opened, and he was just checking his cell activation index.

The third star point of [Boxing Illustration], that is, [Hooking Fist], was lit up by him, and now his cell activity index has been further improved.

The current personal data is-

[Cell activation index: 7.5% of the brain, 4.9% of the right hand, 4.6% of the left hand, 5.2% of the right foot, 5.0% of the left foot, 7.4% of the body]

"The right hand, left hand and torso increased by 0.3% respectively..."

Thanks to this, Zhikura Dongye could feel that the muscles in his arms and torso were being strengthened. Compared with his slim appearance in the past, he now has a faint outline of muscles on it, rather than just skin and bones.

Because the activation value of the "trunk" is strengthened quickly, his flat abdomen also has several abdominal muscles, and the large muscle groups on his chest, shoulders and back are gradually highlighted.

This body strength is very intuitive, which also makes him clearly understand the benefits of cell activation...

"Daily boxing and physical exercises, coupled with cell activation, increasing feedback value, so that the double overlapping makes it impossible for me to strengthen my body to an amazing intensity..."

It is not clear whether there will be a clear boundary for the continued improvement of the cell activity index. If it is not limited, it is unlikely that I can strengthen myself to Superman by relying on the points feedback from the skill, but it is completely certain to become Captain America.

"However, is this brain cell activation index a problem?"

According to the prompts, this thing can also enhance your insight, perception, memory and comprehension, but it will also strengthen your "spiritual vision" on the other hand.

"Insight and perception, to put it bluntly, are the ability to observe things, which can also be the standard of spiritual vision. The higher the spiritual vision, the more likely I will be to provoke supernatural phenomena. The activation of this brain cell is improved, which seems to be of much benefit to me, but will cause trouble..."

Speaking of this, he had a headache. After accidentally getting the statue in the dungeon world last time, half of the mysterious magma presented to him by the qinxi Chuan disappeared, and half of the magma turned into dullness.

(It seems that the contact with "Yan" seemed to have caused great consumption to this Gouyu. It seems that this thing will not be supported for long in the future...)

He sighed in his heart in a low voice. Zhicang Dongye picked up the chopsticks and put them down and the noodles were about to be muddy. He moved the chopsticks and was about to pick up the udon noodles when he heard someone saying hello.

"Three, don't you mind if I'm here to play a table with you?"

The person who spoke was a stunning beautiful girl. She had a long black head and showed a bright smile to the three people present.

The idiot, the glasses, suddenly widened his eyes.

"Tian, ​​Amano classmate."

His glasses are about to fall.

This first-grade Gaoling Flower actually took the initiative to greet the threesome with extremely low status in the class. This is an incredible thing.

"Student, please push your tray a little."

She smiled playfully, and while she said, she squeezed away Kazumoto's tray and put down her tray in the free space.

Castle was not resistant, but instead took the initiative to open up space.

"Tian, ​​Amano classmate...how did you come to our table?"

This time, the rare tone of this glasses became stuttering.

"Hehe~No?"

Facing the smiling Amano Saya, Kazumoto had to hold back all the things he wanted to say.

Zhikura Tomoya glanced at him and found that the curry udon that Saya Amano ordered was not much, but this guy was a girl, so he could understand that he had eaten less.

"Amano, is there anything wrong with you here?"

Nagano's unexpected old god was there. He glanced at Amano Saye lightly and asked calmly: "From me, you should be here to find this guy Zhikura, right?"

"Ah, that's right."

Saye Amano smiled and looked at Tomoya Chikura sitting in her seat, and asked in a low voice: "Talk, Chikura classmate, I recently heard a message that you seem to have broken up with Classmate Ying~ Is that true?"

“…”

Zhicang Dongye's eyebrows raised upwards, and the udon noodles clamped on the chopsticks also slid back into the soup noodles. He looked at her angrily.

(This woman is obviously gloating...)

"Amano, your news is really well-informed..."
Chapter completed!