Magician in Type-Moon

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"Go slowly, don't send me away!"

Chapter 257 The Bomb Demon?

The weather is wonderful today; you can see the boundless blue sky when you look up.

The sky was so clear there wasn't a single cloud, and the sun wasn't too harsh.

The dreamlike, dazzling white sunlight made the streets appear hazy like a mirage, and even the familiar roads seemed as soothing as a desert.

At this moment, Kurogiri Mikiya was walking down the street, carrying a stack of documents and heading towards the location of Garan no Dojo.

The task that Orange and Matouchi had given him was finally making progress, and the clues hidden beneath the surface were gradually coming together to form a complete picture.

Kurogiri Kanya walked along the road, somewhat puzzled.

The Hall of Garan is located in a group of abandoned buildings.

Kurogiri Kanya gazed into the distance, his eyes sweeping over the long-abandoned building complex.

The area around the Hall of Garan, which should have been deserted, is now unusually lively.

The once almost deserted street was now bustling with people, and a ripple of noise broke the area's usual silence.

He frowned slightly, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

Without lingering any longer, he quickened his pace and strode towards the Hall of the Sangharama.

!! ?

Huh! ! !

Kurogiri Mikiya could hardly believe his eyes.

I was here just yesterday, but today...

What about such a big building?

What about such a large temple complex?

Miss Orange doesn't seem like she's gone bankrupt and run away.

The once well-maintained dollhouse is now a ruin.

The nearby buildings also suffered varying degrees of damage.

Is it being demolished...?

Slowly recovering from the shock, Kokutou Mikiya finally noticed the personnel arrangement surrounding the ruins.

Although they weren't wearing proper uniforms, Kokutou Mikiya recognized someone familiar inside—Akimi Daisuke.

Then the identities of this group of people are obvious.

"Have the police gotten involved too? I hope Miss Orange won't get into trouble."

"Kurotori Mikiya murmured."

Akimi Daisuke is the younger brother of Kokutou Mikiya's father and works as a detective at the police station.

However, because he was younger, Kokutou Mikiya addressed him as a brother.

Before Kurogiri Kaneya could even get nearby.

Detective Akimi quickly squeezed through the crowd and ran to his side.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Daisuke's voice sounded tired, as if he hadn't had enough sleep.

That's understandable, there have been too many cases lately, and this one belongs to the case that Daisuke Akimi has been investigating, but there's still no news.

Although no similar cases have occurred in the past two months, the investigation period will not end so quickly.

"What's going on here?"

Kurogiri Kanya asked.

"Initial speculation suggests it was an explosion, but there are many suspicious points."

"That's what Detective Akimi replied."

explode?

What kind of explosion could turn an entire building into dust?

Gan was feeling a bit down.

In his view, only things from the mystical side could produce this effect.

Have any suspects been identified?

Kurogiri Mikiya continued to ask.

"Have."

Kurogiri Mikiya was surprised. He had only asked the question out of habit and did not think the police would find any useful clues.

But the guy in front of me, Daifu, looked very serious.

"What I'm about to say is a closely guarded secret. But since it's somewhat related to you, I'll just give you a little hint."

Detective Akimi then began to explain to him the situation the police had uncovered.

Gan also prayed in his heart that criminal police officers across the country wouldn't be so big-mouthed, and listened intently.

"It might have been done by the bomber who's been making headlines lately."

"Bomb demon?"

Kurogiri Mikiya was somewhat puzzled, although he had heard of it before as a new urban legend.

But the social incidents caused by that guy, as far as we know from rumors—

He was a demolition worker who directly accepted contracts, or rather, a performer who secretly accepted commissions and worked cleanly and without leaving a trace.

His primary targets for explosions were objects and buildings, rather than people.

In general, they are very similar to stage destroyers.

He was hired to make a mess of the stage, turning the main characters from heroes into screaming, fleeing spectators.

Mikiya Kurogiri believes the police must have made a mistake.

Given Aozaki Touko's personality and abilities, how could she possibly let this little bomb demon blow up her workshop?

"Yes, it's the bomber. Don't disbelieve me, kid. We police wouldn't make a judgment without evidence."

As if seeing through Kurogiri Mikiya's thoughts, Akimi Daisuke continued:

"We found incendiary bombs made of aluminum powder and magnetic iron oxide at the scene, as well as chemical explosives made of chemical fertilizers or engine oil."

"Is that so? It's true that this kind of thing looks spectacular when it explodes, but its power is only on par with fireworks. It's only good for fooling little kids, right?"

Kurogiri Mikiya immediately rejected it.

"That's not wrong, but this is the kind of explosive that the Explosive Demon often uses, if there's enough explosive... and how do you know that the only explosive he uses is this kind?"

Akimi Daisuke was halfway through his story when he himself didn't believe it, but the police superintendent above had already categorized the matter in that direction.

He had his doubts, but there was nothing he could do.

This is one of the reasons why he was able to casually reveal classified police information to Mikiya Kokutou.

After talking for a while, Kokutou Mikiya walked into a corner.

My legs almost gave way and I collapsed to the ground.

"how so..."

......

Kurogiri Mikiya was never given the authority to enter the crime scene to investigate.

After all, he was just a sixteen-year-old high school student, and even with the connection of Akimi Daisuke, there was nothing he could do about it.

He was feeling rather down right now. Although Chengzi was a boss who would delay paying wages, he didn't want someone he knew to just quietly pass away like that.

So he decided to go find another person connected to him—Matou Ike.

Fortunately, the hotel where Matouchi stayed was not far from Garan no To.

Using the route from his memory, Kokutou Mikiya quickly found the right location.

Standing outside the door, I rang the doorbell.

"Come in, Kurokiri. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A very familiar female voice came from inside the room.

Kurogiri Mikiya's dim eyes lit up again.

Push the door open.

The sight that came into view almost made him cry.

"Seriously, Kurogiri, you don't really think I'd die so easily, do you?"

Orange, holding a beer in her left hand and a skewer of grilled meat in her right, waved to Kurokiri Kanya.

She seems to be in a pretty good mood.

Matou Ike sat to the side, looking slightly tipsy, her usually pale cheeks now flushed.

"Damn it, you haven't had breakfast yet. Although it's a bit greasy, it can at least fill your stomach. Blame Orange for having to eat this kind of thing so early in the morning."

Chapter 258 Report

"Huh? A bomber? Are the police joking?"

Orange laughed so hard she almost fell over after hearing the news from Mikiya Kurogiri, completely disregarding her image.

"Orange, you're so rude. At least Kurokiri is concerned about you."

Matou Ike took a sip of Butter Beer and said calmly.