Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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"Even though there are no security cameras around here... killing someone is still a bad idea, isn't it? The police station is just nearby, you know." He smiled slightly. "How about giving me the honor of letting him go?"

Koshimura Sawa struggled to turn his eyes and make out the face of the person who had just arrived.

Onmizu Kazuhiko? !

"Heh." The middle-aged man chuckled, bent down, and pulled out an identical harmonica out of thin air from the ground.

No, how come you all know this?

Am I the only one who doesn't know how?

Koshimura Sawa was on the verge of tears. If he still had the guitar sword, would he be here cosplaying the female protagonist of the novel?

"Can't we communicate...?" Wen Shui Kazuhiko scratched his hair helplessly.

The harmonica began to play.

The ground shattered with a deafening roar, and several massive rocks, each more than half a meter in diameter, were lifted up as if by an invisible force, shooting towards Wen Shui and Yan Fei under the streetlight with the speed of cannonballs, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

Faced with a boulder that could crush an ordinary person into mincemeat with just one piece, Wen Shuihe seemed not to see it at all, and calmly took off the bass from his back.

"Om-"

The deep bass notes rose in the gaps between the rocky creaking and the ripples, and soon disappeared into the background.

A strange fluctuation suddenly spread silently from Wen Shuiheyan as the center.

【Charm Humanity】

The boulder, carrying a fierce wind, seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, hovering just one centimeter away from his face.

Then it fell limply.

A few pebbles splashed up and landed on Wen Shuiheyan's leather shoes.

"Hehehe..." The middle-aged office worker suddenly revealed a lewd smile, staring intently at Wen Shuiheyan. He threw his harmonica on the ground and staggered towards him. "Bro, you smell so good..."

"Hmm." Wen Shuiheyan drew his pistol, aimed it at him, and pulled the trigger.

A flash of firelight illuminated his expressionless face.

Two shots to the body, one to the head; even a god would shake his head in disbelief.

The middle-aged office worker's head snapped back, and before the foolish smile on his face could even fade, a glaring flower of blood bloomed between his brows.

He finally collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from the bullet holes in his body, spreading a glaring dark red across the ground.

Wen Shuihe didn't even glance at the corpse at his feet, but skillfully ejected the empty magazine. With a flick of his wrist, a brand new magazine appeared in his hand, which he precisely slapped into the grip and pulled the slide.

"Click."

The bullet was chambered smoothly, the whole process taking no more than three seconds.

After doing all this, he turned around and looked at Koshimura Sawa, who was stuck in the mud, his eyes rolling back as the rock tentacles squeezed him, while he witnessed the whole thing.

"Ugh—ugh—" Koshimura Sawa's mouth was still blocked by the rock tentacles, and he could only let out a few weak groans.

"Pfft." Wen Shuihe couldn't help but laugh out loud, shaking his head and extending his hand to him. "Get up quickly, or you won't be able to get out if you dry out."

Just as Koshimura Sawa pulled his arm out of the mud, he suddenly saw countless black, viscous liquids gushing out of the bullet holes on the corpse behind him, wriggling and converging like living things, silently crawling towards Onamizu Kazuhiko's feet.

"Waaah—! Waaah—!" Koshimura Sawa writhed wildly in the mud, desperately trying to signal behind him with his eyes.

Wen Shuihe turned his head in confusion, looked behind him, and suddenly realized: "Oh, you mean this."

He touched it and took out a glass bottle that looked like a perfume bottle, filled with a golden liquid, from his pocket.

Unscrew the bottle cap, aim at the black liquid spreading towards your feet, and tilt your wrist.

The moment it came into contact with the golden liquid, a large amount of white mist suddenly rose from the surface of the black liquid, which began to writhe and contract wildly, making a hissing sound.

The two liquids continued to mix completely, forming a pool of clear water that slowly seeped down the ground.

Wenshui Kazuhiko put the bottle back in his pocket, turned around, and met the shocked gaze of Koshimura Sawa.

"Come with me to a place, and I'll explain everything to you slowly."

Chapter Forty-Three: Bureau of Exorcism

"Name?"

"Yuecunze".

"age?"

"16."

"Birthday and blood type?"

"...Do I even need to ask that?" Koshimura Sawa's lips twitched as he looked at the long-haired, black-haired girl in front of him, who was holding a notebook and looking very serious.

"And family members and their interests and special skills—"

"Wait, wait, wait, are you checking my household registration?" Koshimura Sawa exclaimed, clutching his head in despair. "Are you guys in cahoots with the Adventurers' Guild?!"

"Ah, no, no, no," Yoshiki Nuku quickly waved his hands. "First, we're from the Anomaly Investigation Bureau, officially the Bureau of Investigation and Management of Occupational Out-of-Control and Abnormal Affairs. We're not part of the Adventurers' Guild, which handles matters related to the Void. Second, because my brother suddenly picked up this strange stranger again, Yoshiki just wanted to get some basic information..."

Yuecun Ze looked at the thick notebook in her arms, which was already turning yellow.

Is it really just a simple inquiry...?

He looked at Wen Shui and Yan with pity, Yan was groaning in front of the water pipe.

It seems you're surrounded by amazing people.

"So, how did you meet your older brother?" Yoshiki Nukumizu asked with great interest. "I heard that Japan has now recognized same-sex partnership laws. Are you planning to adopt or—"

"Pfft!" Wen Shuiheyan spat out a mouthful of water, coughed twice, and wiped his mouth. "Wait, didn't I say that he and I are just classmates?"

"But Yoshiki clearly has information on everyone in his older brother's class, and I don't think I've seen this person before..."

It sounds like he calmly uttered something terrifying...

"That's because he just transferred here—cough cough cough—"

"Oh, I see." Wen Shui Jia Shu suddenly realized, and gently patted his brother's back from behind. "When I saw you two come back looking all dusty and dirty, I thought you'd been out having fun—"

"Alright, that's enough." Koshimura Sawa extended his hand.

I was wrong, lukewarm water. It seems you're still a cut above the rest.

Wen Shuiheyan, leaning over the edge of the sink, coughed for a long time before finally catching his breath, looking completely exhausted: "He's... the one I told you about... the one who was attacked..."

“Okay.” Yoshiki Nukumizu had already sat down in front of the computer and put on his headphones at some point. He said with a serious expression, “Mr. Koshimura, could you please briefly explain the situation at that time?”

I instantly switched to battle mode!

[Factory manager wearing headphones.jpg]

Wait, when did you upgrade to the point where you can send pictures directly into my head?

"Okay." He pulled up a chair and sat down across the table, clearing his throat.

[Testimony Begins]

Regarding the day of the incident~

“I was walking on the streets of Akabane Ward at the time,” Koshimura Sawasaku recalled. “If I remember correctly, it was around 9 p.m. —”

【Objection!】

Where does that sound come from?

"Why were you there? Was it because your home is nearby?" Wen Shuijia gripped his notebook tightly, looking at him intently.

“No,” Koshimura Sawa answered truthfully. “I came from an adventurer’s guild called ‘RiNG’ in Ikebukuro to take a female classmate home. Her house is nearby.”

"What happened to the female classmate? What's your relationship with her? Why does she need you to take her home?"

"...This has nothing to do with the current incident, right?"

"Yeah, hehe." Wen Shui Jiashu scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "Please continue."

"I was walking down the street when I suddenly felt someone tap me on the shoulder from behind. The person asked if I could borrow a light—"

【Objection!】

"Did you see the person's face clearly?" Yoshiki Nukumizu pressed. "Please describe his physical features and clothing in as much detail as possible; any detail could be important."

"He probably looks like an average middle-aged office worker... wearing a slightly wrinkled suit, the kind of person you wouldn't notice in a crowd, I can't quite remember."

"I understand. So what happened next?"

"I suddenly felt a faint tremor from the ground, so I rolled on the spot, precisely dodging it using invincibility frames—"

"Wait a minute." Wen Shuihe suddenly placed his hand between the two of them. "I'm sorry to interrupt your Ace Attorney role-playing game, but I've been here the whole time, so there's no need to ask again, right?"

"Hehe." Wen Shuijia stuck out his tongue cutely. "However, it seems that this matter really has nothing to do with him."

"There's nothing we can do about it." Wen Shuiheyan rubbed his temples and sighed. "After all, there have been far too many blunders like this lately."

"So, what exactly happened?" Koshimura Sawa turned to look at the large, somewhat empty room.

The desktop was piled high with documents, the filing cabinets were full, and the monitor on the wall was displaying data and surveillance footage.

It doesn't look like a formal institution; it looks more like a school club activity room.

I still feel that our astrology department has a slight edge, at least we have a divine artifact as our department's treasure.

"Let me give you a brief explanation." Yoshiki Nukumizu pulled out a small blackboard from the side. "In the past three months, a large number of mercenaries and 'disorderly individuals,' that is, wanted criminals, have entered Japan through legal or illegal means and eventually gathered in Tokyo. Among them are many highly renowned professionals, some even with titles."

"The one who attacked you just now was the 'Disorderly One' and 'Civil Engineering Prodigy' from Switzerland," Wen Shuihe added.

Stop talking, I can already feel the deep malice this world has towards civil engineers.

"The purpose of these professionals gathering in large numbers is currently unclear. Their only commonality is—" Wen Shui Jia Shu wrote down six keywords on the blackboard and attached a photo to it with a magnetic sticker, "that is, after death, an unknown black liquid will come out of their bodies."

In the photo, a black, viscous liquid connects the two sides of a body that has been cut in half at the waist, seemingly trying to reconnect it.

"Its tentative name is I-373 [Black Gu]."

"It is currently known that the Black Gu can be transmitted through blood. Once it comes into contact with an exposed wound, even if it is extremely small, the Black Gu will invade the blood and multiply rapidly in it, eventually spreading to nerve and muscle tissue, and even breaking through the blood-brain barrier."

"Aside from becoming extremely aggressive towards humans around them without warning, the host of the [Black Gu] will not show any obvious symptoms during the infection period."

"Since we have not yet collected any living samples of the Black Gu, its specific composition is still unknown. It seems that once the Black Gu leaves its host, no matter how it is preserved, it will disintegrate and break down on its own after five minutes, eventually disappearing completely without any remaining mass."

"It doesn't sound like something that can be achieved through technological means..." Koshimura rubbed his chin.

“We think so too.” Wen Shuihe nodded. “...So, when Yoshiki submitted his preliminary conclusions and analysis of the characteristics of the Black Gu, the task of investigating the Black Gu-related incidents naturally shifted from the Metropolitan Police Department to us.”

That's terrible.

"Um...you guys?" Koshimura's gaze swept over the two lonely people in the room.

Seriously, I'm not trying to insult the mage, but with this kind of lineup, you're more suited to forming an arts and literature department than investigating these obviously suspicious incidents...

All I can say is that the Metropolitan Police Department is incredibly audacious.

“Of course there are other people…” Wen Shuiheyan paused, as if remembering something, his lips twitching slightly, “However, they’re not exactly reliable either.”

Does this mean that all professionals will eventually become gods?

Actually, it's not that professionals have become superhumans, but rather that superhumans have become professionals.

That's so philosophical, giraffe! I'm going to frame that quote and hang it on my wall.

"I'm sorry to have dragged you into this," Wen Shui Jiashu said with a hint of apology. "Since there is clear evidence that this attack is unrelated to you, it can be basically confirmed that the targets chosen by the [Black Gu] host are indeed random."

Is it really completely without any pattern?

Koshimura had a strange premonition that "if these people continue their investigation, Tokyo might be doomed."

"Do you know about the Night Eaters?" he suddenly asked.

"That 'Disorderly One' that Sumimi dealt with?" Kazuhiko Wenshui nodded. "It's the second trending topic today. By the way, the first one is Sumimi's latest album, which I've already subscribed to and even managed to snag the collector's edition."

Who asked you?

“Just last night, the girl I mentioned earlier and I were attacked by the [Night Eaters].” Koshimura looked directly into his eyes. “Don’t you think that’s very unusual?”

"Two days in a row..." Wen Shuihe thought for a moment, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the table. "That is indeed a bit strange."

"So, strictly speaking, this matter is not entirely unrelated to me."