Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

Mingming did not stop explaining despite everyone's silence.

She raised her hand and pressed the remote control. With a "beep," the screen switched back to the blurry surveillance screenshot, so blurry that even the facial features were blurred together.

"So far, the only footage we've captured is this one clip from the surveillance footage."

"That person is very perceptive. My crow only got a little close, and he noticed it immediately."

The songstress frowned and pressed, "And what happens after we're discovered?"

"The crow didn't even have time to observe it further before he disposed of it." Mingming smiled slightly, gently tossing her hair. "So I didn't let the crow approach rashly after that. After all, raising them also requires costs."

The assistant supervisor wiped his sweat and quickly chimed in, "Actually, it wasn't just Miss Mingming's crows. When 'Window' observed the anomalies at the scene and tried to send people closer, they couldn't actually get close to the target either."

"No matter which direction we approach from, we always miss each other for some inexplicable reason. Either the other party has already left, or the observation is forced to stop before we can get really close."

"However," the assistant supervisor flipped through the documents in his hand, "we discovered that there seems to be another man always following that person."

Gojo Satoru, who had been lounging lazily in his chair listening, paused almost imperceptibly in tapping his fingers on the table upon hearing this.

At that moment, Mingming pressed the remote control again.

The image on the screen then changed.

This time, it wasn't the blurry surveillance footage from the convenience store entrance, but a photo secretly taken from a distance.

The man in the photo is wearing a dark coat and is shorter than the person next to him. Although his face isn't very clear, his general outline is still discernible.

The assistant supervisor took a deep breath: "After investigation, we have confirmed the identity of the man accompanying us. His name is Rin Furukawa. He used to work as a curse master and has a record in the curse world."

"However, it is still uncertain what his relationship with that mysterious sorcerer is."

The songstress stared at the photo for a long time: "So, that mysterious guy was working with a curse master?"

"At least that's how it is today," the assistant supervisor responded. "As for their relationship, we haven't been able to find out yet."

Moth frowned: "In other words, there are still two crucial questions unanswered. First, is the target actually a curse caster? Second, could he be a wild curse caster who has never been discovered by the curse caster community and has never been registered?"

The assistant supervisor nodded and continued, "In addition, the exorcism incidents involving cursed spirits that have been reported in various places today are all occurring in very short intervals."

The screen switched back to the map of Japan marked with red dots. The dots, scattered across various locations, were far apart, some even spanning hundreds of kilometers.

"Based on the time it took for the magical power to completely disappear at the scene, some events occurred only a few minutes apart. In other words, this person moved very fast, definitely not at all something that ordinary means of transportation could achieve."

The assistant supervisor frantically flipped to another page of the record:

"The cursed spirits he exorcised today were of varying levels, including several level one cursed spirits. However, judging from the remaining evidence at the scene, regardless of the number or level of the cursed spirits, the process was extremely swift."

"Conservatively speaking, the target possesses at least the strength of a level one sorcerer. As for the upper limit... it's currently impossible to determine."

As he gave his report, the atmosphere in the meeting room gradually became heavy.

"Therefore, what we urgently need to determine now is how to deal with this unknown goal next."

The assistant supervisor adjusted his glasses. "Should we try to contact him to verify his identity and stance, or should we take other coercive measures directly?"

"What else is there to confirm?"

Leyan Temple snorted coldly, slamming his cane heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

"He's been associating with curse masters, and for so long he's been disposing of cursed spirits at will, his whereabouts and identity completely unknown! Isn't that enough to show that the man himself is a completely uncontrollable unknown factor?"

He lifted his eyelids, revealing a cold and stern murderous intent on his aged face.

"Rather than making any contact, I would prefer to get rid of this person as soon as possible to prevent future troubles."

Gojo Satoru, who was fiddling with his phone with his head down, slowly lifted his eyelids upon hearing this.

"As expected of an old man, his first words are full of such outdated ideas that feel like they come from a bygone era."

Rakuganji's face instantly darkened: "Gojo Satoru!"

"You haven't even figured out who the other person is or what their abilities are, and you're already planning how to deal with them?" Gojo Satoru said lazily, resting his chin on his hand.

"This rigid process has remained unchanged for decades, without any progress whatsoever."

"To allow a powerful sorcerer of unknown origin to roam freely outside is a true dereliction of duty!"

"But so far, haven't they only exorcised cursed spirits?" Gojo Satoru blinked innocently.

"Just because someone refused to follow your orders, you want to sentence them to death? Grandpa, that's a very frightening idea of ​​yours."

Leyan Temple suddenly tightened his grip on his walking stick.

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting again, Masamichi Noi quickly interrupted, "That's enough, Wu."

Gojo Satoru shrugged, but didn't continue to provoke Rakuganji with words.

Moth said in a deep voice, "Although he did spend time with the curse master, so far we have not observed him doing anything to harm ordinary people or curse masters. It would be premature to hastily classify him as an enemy based solely on this."

"Personally, I also prefer to try making contact first."

Leyan Temple coldly swept his gaze across him: "Just because he didn't observe it, does that mean he didn't do it?"

The moth frowned slightly.

"Those past crime scenes left not a single trace of filth," Leyan Temple retorted sharply. "That's enough to prove that if that person wanted to, he was perfectly capable of making us completely ignorant of what happened. Given that, how can you guarantee that he hasn't committed any evil deeds in secret?"

"By the same token, you cannot accuse him of wrongdoing without any evidence."

"By the time the evidence actually comes out, it might be too late!"

The meeting room erupted into chaos, with everyone offering their own opinion.

Several assistant supervisors whispered among themselves, discussing how to expand the observation network, while Leyan Temple, like a stubborn rock, refused to let this uncontrolled force go unchecked.

Everyone was frantically analyzing the mysterious man's identity, purpose, and whether he would bring annihilation to the world of sorcery.

Amidst the commotion, Gojo Satoru seemed detached from it all.