Island country, Tokyo, Adachi High School.

It was the campus festival for Adachi Ichi High School. It was just that such a lively thing was not for the senior high school students. Fresh graduates were waiting for the arrival of the college entrance examination season. However, there were also students who gave up struggling waiting to become social people after graduation, and enjoying their last youth on campus bored.

Holding the soul of Shilong Dou, Mizuno took him home expressionlessly. No one of the diners who were eating in the Habei cuisine house could have thought that the chef was holding the soul with one hand and cooking with the other, otherwise it would be a big deal to eat this dish.

The hasty night ended soon, and the tongues of these diners were all satisfied under the ninjutsu. However, the Michihiro Tibetans were really salted fish in terms of cooking, but the insects made great progress.

Mizuno had no intention of dealing with insects. Although he was not afraid of insects, he was a little disgusting after all. It was a good thing to have the tireless research of the Black Tibetans.

"Thank you for your hard work." Erina nodded at Mizuno, her eyes full of admiring the taste of her son-in-law.

We are about to graduate from high school, and many students will get married immediately after graduating from high school. The island government hopes that the more such things, the better...

But this is just my own idea, and it depends on Mizuno's choice. Erina knows her daughter very well. If no one leads her forward, she will definitely keep moving and stagnating.

Mizuno wiped all the kitchen utensils clean, nodded and said, "Hi."

He left the cooking room first, and a few minutes later, Sada Mai stepped out. The two of them were tacitly stolen like thieves doing bad things, and there were small secrets hidden in Tokyo.

Just as Sada Mai got home, she saw Mizuno looking at the bottles and jars at home.

They are all canned fruits and other leftover glass jars. With Sada Masato's economical and applicable personality, she will definitely not discard these useful things directly. For her, such wasteful behavior is simply a crime.

Although most of these bottles and jars are not stored, they are stored like this first, what if it will be useful in the future? It is like a squirrel storing food during the winter.

"What are you going to put? There are some containers here." Putting the shoes into the induction rack, Sada Mai opened another cabinet.

Linlin put a lot of jars inside.

Holding the selected "prison" in his hand, Mizuno was quite speechless. What is Sada's strange habit? There are notebooks, game cards, and there are those who specialize in collecting bottles and jars?

"This is almost the same." Mizuno found a gray-black transparent jar, unscrewed the lid, and pinched the unconscious stone dragon ghost with his left hand.

"Wow...Woo~"

Little q was circling around Mizuno anxiously, and the wobbly sound that wanted to shout turned into a sob under Mizuno's glance. If the hostess hadn't suddenly walked into the living room, it would have to open its mouth and ask the male host what had happened.

How come it was a little q's little brother who became such a ghost look, and he became a round ball, and he had no consciousness.

I also hope that my subordinates will return soon and dominate the top of Tokyo together.

But this makes it embarrassing to be the big brother!!

With his right hand slapped at the mouth of the bottle, Shilong Dou's soul slapped directly into it, and then put the bottle on the mouth. Mizuno drew a seal barrier on the bottle with chakra, but whether it could seal Shilong Dou's soul, Mizuno, was not sure in his heart.

After doing all this, Mizuno placed the bottle neatly in the cabinet, which looked no different from other bottles and jars.

Of course, he would not cruelly kill the Stone Dragon Fight directly. Being able to practice puppet technology to lv4 is also the talent of the Stone Dragon Fight. Direct killing is a waste of valuable resources.

However, it is a question when to release this guy again, but if Shilong Dadou's memory is really fully revived, Mizuno would not mind a thought to completely eliminate it.

The gray-black bottle reflects Mizuno's deep eyes, sealing a human soul in a container. This is a complete devilish behavior.

Nanzao Sheep's father Jinshan is still suffering after suffering pain, while Island Country and Amei Lika quickly study the gains of this incident.

There is too much information exposed in this incident! Especially the text written on the ground with a long pole!

【Who are you?】

【Misa Moon-Looking】

【I am】

Experts in handwriting searched for clues, language, text, psychology and other related experts from all walks of life are studying these sentences.

They are like treasure diggers, holding the "digging tools" to find the treasure bit by bit.

The government is not a fool. Even if he believes in the words of the man in the windbreaker, it naturally requires research on the supervision of the prison, but the government will not let go of anything else.

"This sentence can be understood from multiple perspectives..."

"Is it possible that the human-skinned ghost knows Miss Wangyue? Or, the human-skinned ghost has seen similar abilities, so he will ask who you are when he is confused. You must know that if you meet a completely stranger, there is no reason to ask [Who are you] in terms of motivation. This is a question that only occurs between acquaintance and unfamiliar situations."

Other experts nodded, and they had the same guess in their minds: "Indeed, human-skin ghosts either know Miss Wangyue or know this ability."

"Misa Matsuki's writing is also very interesting. Mochiduki...misa...the human skin ghost wrote Miss Mochi's name almost without hesitation. Either he had studied the Mandarin of the Island, or he seemed to know Misa Matsuki, so he wrote it in an instant."

"On the other hand, assuming that he has some understanding of the Mandarin of the Island, it was also a matter of the late last century that Misa was widely used as a name. He easily wrote the pseudonym of Misa. Is this a reverse proven time period for human skin and ghosts to live?"

Professionals conduct careful analysis from a slightest bit, and really interpret every stroke and stroke to make flowers.

Meisa has been wearing a mini camera on her body, and every move of the long pole was recorded in its entirety. At the end of the sudden ending of [I am], the experts watched it back and forth countless times. Although they did not write half of the characters afterwards, according to the movement of inertia, the possible place of writing, and the beginning of thirty-five possible Chinese surnames were listed.

Everyone was excited and their eyes were bloodshot and their whole body was trembling. The intuition told them that human skin was not that simple!

"If, I mean if..."

A nervous tall man bit his fingers and almost bleeded his fingers: "It was not that the man in the windbreaker suddenly discovered the traces of a human-skin ghost and caught him. It seemed that everything was just a coincidence, but he deliberately refused to write his last name?"

"What is the man in the windbreaker hiding?"

"Why are the man in a windbreaker worried, worried, or even afraid of human and ghost writing their names?"
Chapter completed!