Wei Curcuma looked at this set of school uniforms and was a little dazed.
"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and put it on."
Yu Zhiyu ran out of nowhere and looked at Wei Curcuma with a smile. She also held a set of hair-styling scissors in her hand.
"Uh...wait a minute, what is this for?"
Wei Curcuma fell into brief confusion.
"Because you just graduated from high school and it's hard to see in your school uniform. It's easier to sneak into the school, so I chose you."
Yu Zhiyu looked at Wei Zeshu who had put on a navy blue exquisite school uniform. He looked like a high school boy and couldn't help but laugh.
Wearing an exquisite suit and school uniform with a white shirt and a small tie underneath, Wei Zeshu had just graduated from high school. Now wearing this high school uniform, he looked like a super obedient good student.
Based on the principle of proximity, the person who helped him participate in the costume disguise naturally fell on Yu Zhiyu.
After all, she is a part-time fashion magazine model.
"In order to avoid attracting attention, you cannot enter the school as a transfer student. Someone just disappeared and a transfer student came in behind. Even a fool can sense that something is wrong."
Yu Zhiyu said this while taking care of Wei Curcuma's hair.
"So the center has assigned you the status of a high school sophomore art student. You only need to show up in the studio and do not participate in the class's cultural classes. During the training period, the studio has a lot of people coming and going, so having an extra male student is not conspicuous. "
"Well...it's still a bit too sharp, the way you feel now."
Yu Zhiyu looked Wei Curcuma up and down, walking back and forth around him, reaching out to help him straighten out the wrinkles of his school uniform from time to time.
"..."
He had never worn such elegant school uniforms since he was a child. Wei Curcuma rubbed his temples uncomfortably and resisted the urge to sigh.
The first mission was different from what I imagined. The first step was to pretend to be an art student.
"I understand. The main problem is your eyes. Your eyes are like a tiger's. How can any high school student have eyes like yours?"
Yu Zhiyu stretched out her slender fingers, gently pushed Wei Curcuma's bangs aside, and stared into his eyes. The latter's eyes were calm and sharp, like an extremely calm tiger.
"Wait a minute, try this."
She picked out narrow-rimmed square glasses from the clothing store at the transit station. The narrow rims were plated with a layer of blue-silver, and the lenses were flat lenses.
Yu Zhiyu put the glasses on Wei Curcuma's face, straightened his bangs and hairstyle, and finally straightened the collar of his shirt.
"What about now?"
Wei Zeshu had no choice but to let Miss Yu Zhiyu manipulate him, feeling like he had become her dress-up doll. Now he looked up in the mirror and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
He couldn't even recognize himself in the mirror.
Wei Zeshu in the mirror has a well-proportioned figure. His navy blue school uniform and white shirt fit him perfectly. The blue narrow-rimmed glasses on his face blocked his sharp eyes, making him look gentler. His carefully trimmed hairstyle matched this look. He looked like a high school student with an art specialty.
"Now you can go directly to filming a campus idol drama and play the second male lead of an art student with some artistic temperament."
Yu Zhiyu was amazed and helped him straighten the front of his school uniform.
"The figure is just like a clothes rack, classmate Xiao Wei."
Wei Zeshu blinked a few times, helplessly adapting to his new temporary identity.
A high school student with a talent for art and a well-to-do family, he lives in a high-end community more than ten minutes' walk from the school.
"Bring your student ID card, room key, cash, and bank card with you. There are also textbooks and drawing materials needed for class."
Yu Zhiyu handed the schoolbag in his hand to Wei Curcuma, and patted his shoulder encouragingly.
"If any problems arise, don't hesitate and give up immediately. No one can predict anomalies..."
She whispered this in his ear, turned around and patted his shoulder as if nothing was wrong, then turned and left.
Wei Zeshu carried his schoolbag and received his equipment box.
According to his needs, it is equipped with two "scalpels", one with a blade length of 60 centimeters, similar to the tactical short knife of Dongguo Wakizashi. The shorter blade length is convenient for indoor fighting, and the other is a A meter-long one-handed sword, ground on eight sides, strong and sharp.
In addition to the two standard "scalpels", there is also a gun, which is the extremely valuable Tallan Tactical Master 2011. It has a black gold barrel and is equipped with two magazines. One is a reinforced heavy warhead with a capacity of 22+1 rounds. , and the other is a magazine painted in eye-catching yellow, with 22+1 rounds filled with non-lethal high-voltage electric shock bullets, and comes with a tactical holster.
Wei Zeshu once curiously asked Lao Qiao if he had any non-lethal weapons. He had read in novels that other people had hypnotic bullets and so on, but he got slapped.
"Don't you know how complicated hypnosis is? A slight mistake in the dose can easily make people unable to wake up completely. How do you expect a bullet to do it?"
"Alchemy equipment or something...?"
"You're pretty good at picking up words, and you'll be done with the high-voltage electric shock."
In addition to these, there is also a small special dagger with a ring at the tail. The ring at the tail is tilted forward, which is ergonomic, but the blade is extremely short. The entire small dagger is directly forged from the same steel, without additional Handle material.
This is a "wedge". It contains more Olha steel and mithril than an entire scalpel. It is the most common standard barrier wedge.
After counting the equipment, Wei Curcuma stood up in his school uniform and handed the materials back to the girl at the window. After counting them correctly, he threw them into the incinerator.
The memory card also needed to be destroyed. Wei Curcuma took it out from the workbench, rubbed it slightly with his index finger and thumb, crushed it into powder, and threw it into the incinerator together.
Under the witness of Wei Curcuma, the incinerator was started and all the information was turned into ashes.
He carried his schoolbag and equipment box and walked out of the transfer station.
A black, low-profile Volkswagen had already parked at the door and sent the suppression commissioner to the school gate.
Thinking about it carefully, this is the first time he has been out of the North in the past few months.
Wei Zeshu was sitting in the back seat with his suitcase on his knees. He looked out the window at the autumn streets of this romantic coastal city and suddenly thought of the passage of time.
The black Volkswagen drove fast and steadily, and an hour later Wei Curcuma had arrived at the side entrance of Uwen Private Senior High School.
The guard didn't have any doubts. He should have been secretly informed of the situation. He just nodded slightly and let him go.
It was Monday, afternoon, and the students had not finished school yet.
There was no greeting, no guidance, everything was extremely low-key, as if Wei Curcuma didn't exist at all. The teacher in the studio didn't have any reaction to his appearance, and he should have been specially notified.
Wei Curcuma walked to the window seat and sat down.
The disguise was so good that there was even a half-finished sketch on the drawing board.
Without any discovery, Wei Curcuma began his first suppression mission.
