Chapter 83 Wandering
Sumida-ku, Tokyo
The flat bridge spans the Sumida River. The black river water undulates under the bridge, and the stars are shining brightly on the Skytree Tower not far away.
The black car stopped in the night breeze.
The howling wind pushed the river water up and down under the bridge, and the sound of rushing lingered in my ears.
Through the transparent car window, the bright lights of the Skytree came into view.
Light and shadow floated on the skin, Yayoi lowered his eyes, and a shallow silhouette was formed under his eyes.
The assistant supervisor sitting in the driver's seat was silent for a moment, then took the information from the passenger seat and handed it to Yayoi.
"Ms. Yayoi." Ijichi paused and then spoke thoughtfully, "The task to be dealt with this time is the serial disappearance cases in Sumida District."
Yayoi took the file that was handed over and briefly browsed the contents. After eliminating the meaningless information, his eyes stopped on a photo of a red phone booth.
Yayoi rubbed his fingers over the photo a few times, and his fingertips rested on something dark and stain-like on the phone booth.
There was a sound of paper being scraped from the back seat. Ijichi squeezed the steering wheel and couldn't help but look through the rearview mirror at the red-haired girl sitting in the back seat, flipping through documents.
To be honest, Yayoi is not short among women, but her figure is too slender and she doesn't look like she has much flesh on her body.
Her wrists are slender, and her thin arms and legs can't help but make Ijichi worried. Can this girl really exorcise the evil curse spirit?
Yayoi has not yet conducted a spellcaster assessment. If the person sitting behind him was Maki Zenin, Ijichi might not have so many worries. Although Maki Zenin's spellcaster level has always been suppressed to a fourth-level spellcaster, her With his strength, he can easily defeat even the second-level curse spirit. In the final analysis, it is just that the Zenin family is unwilling to admit that they regard Tianhe as a waste and deliberately suppress it.
Ijichi did not detect any trace of the curse power on Yayoi, so the assistant supervisor subconsciously believed that Yayoi's curse power was probably not even lower than Maki Zenin's.
"Miss Yayoi..." Ijichi tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Worried about Yayoi's life, he couldn't help but ask, "How many times is this your mission?"
To defeat magic with magic, curses must also be exorcised with curses. If there is no magic spell, it is already a very fatal flaw. Fortunately, Ijichi has seen that even with this flaw, he can vigorously pursue the curse tool. Maki Zenin, who was beaten by the cursed spirit, felt a little more relaxed.
If there are no spells and spell power, and one can only rely on the curse attached to the curse to exorcise the curse, and with the assistance of rich combat experience, then it is not impossible to exorcise the curse spirit.
After all, he had already seen a precedent before.
"First time." Yayoi lowered his head and turned over the paper in his hand without looking up.
Ijichi:? ? ?
Ijichi:! ! !
"Wait..." Ijichi was a little confused, "Have you had any experience facing cursed spirits before?"
"Yes, but most of the time Gojo and Geto are present." Yayoi replied casually, his eyes resting on the phone booth in the photo, and his sharp eyes found the raindrops left behind in the corner below the phone booth. With a water-stained expression, he said, "So they are also the ones responsible for solving the cursed spirit."
At best, she is just a red-haired person who specializes in fighting curse masters.
"...Wait a minute!" Ijichi hurriedly took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his suit and found Satoru Gojo's phone contact information from the contact list. When he wanted to call Satoru Gojo's contact number, the phone in his hand The movement stopped.
Ijichi subconsciously looked through the rearview mirror to see Yayoi sitting in the back seat. He held it in for a long time before speaking, "Mr. Gojo, is he serious?"
Yayoi raised his head and handed the thing back to Ijichi, "Seriously."
"The cursed spirit is very dangerous, Miss Yayoi." Ijichi took the document, "The cursed spirit is more dangerous than the murderer."
When taking Yayoi to perform the mission, Satoru Gojo casually said a few words to Ijichi. This red-haired man is the sister of Yuji Itadori, a "Su Nuo container", and has been living in the society of ordinary people before.
"Then it's up to you, Ijichi!" Ijichi recalled the frivolous and frivolous look of the boss, Mr. Gojo, who put his arm on his shoulder. "Yayoi doesn't know much about the rules of the magic world. This time I’ll leave you with the task~”
Mr. Gojo, are you serious? !
When Ijichi saw Yayoi, who had red hair and looked easy to bully, his whole body collapsed. He couldn't help but wonder if Satoru Gojo had any deep grudge against the red hair.
If you let such a red-haired girl perform a task for you, do you want her to die?
If I hadn't known Satoru Gojo's character, Ijichi would have thought on the spot that Satoru Gojo was determined to kill him.
"I know." Yayoi picked up the long leather bag placed on the seat next to him, "Gojo told me."
"Then why are you still...?" Ijichi's brows were about to knit into knots.
There are no spells and no spell power. The best place to live is in the society of ordinary people. Entering the world of spells is simply seeking death.
"Because I am poor." Yayoi said.
Ijichi: "..."
Ijichi:? ? ?
"I smashed up the principal's house," Yayoi said. "Gojo helped me pay off the debt, but if I didn't work hard to pay back the money, even Yuji's wife wouldn't be able to save."
Ijichi: "..."
Mr. Gojo, are you really trying to trap this red-haired man? !
Click——
Yayoi opened the car door, and the wind from the Sumida River flowed into the car. The broken hair from his temples brushed his face, which made him feel itchy.
Yayoi closed the car door, and the gurgling river flowed through the bottom of the Sumida River. At the other end of the river bank, the sharp spear-like handle of the Skytree rose from the ground, and the stars sat like the moon in the wilderness-like city with scattered bonfires.
Yayoi bent her arms and slung the backpack strap over her shoulders.
The passenger seat window was slowly lowered, and Ijichi's slightly serious face came into view.
"Please come back alive, Miss Yayoi." Ijichi said.
Yayoi smiled softly, like the melting snow in spring.
Ijichi paused. His first impression of this girl was that she was a red-haired iceberg beauty who didn't like to smile or talk. Even though she had bright hair color, the impression she gave was the opposite.
When he smiles, he is like a handful of snow melting under the sun.
"I will." Yayoi said, "There is a tea house near here that has good snacks. You can try it."
"...Chaya?" Ijichi was confused.
"Yeah." Yayoi said, "My mother used to take me to their tea house to buy daifuku cakes and tea, but I don't know if it's still there now."
Yayoi remembers that the tea house was run by an old couple. The grandfather and the old woman were both old and had silver hair. When they smiled, fishtail-like wrinkles would appear at the corners of their eyes.
But some things won’t stay where you are forever.
Ijichi watched Yayoi, who was carrying a black leather bag, plunge into the night wind.
…
The location of this mission was a phone booth somewhere in the city on the banks of the Sumida River. According to the information provided by "Window", at three times: mid-to-late May and early June, missing people began to appear frequently near the phone booth. .
People who disappear generally have one thing in common: they have all been to that phone booth and answered the phone.
At first, he was an office worker who lost his job. When he was feeling depressed, he dialed the number in the phone booth. After the call was hung up, he never heard from him again. As of today, he has not been found.
After that, the Metropolitan Police Department received similar missing persons cases one after another, and investigators were excluded from investigating nearby, but no news was found.
On a clear night with thin clouds and mist, the stars are fading, and the warm orange streetlights fall on the deep night curtain, creating a faint glow.
The moonlight was like a delicate silver satin, falling slantingly on the vermilion roof of the phone booth.
In the lonely night, the shadows of the trees dance in the night wind, and the cries of night owls rise and fall.
The quiet and unmanned phone booth and its surroundings seemed to have been separated from the noisy world and placed alone. The bright neon lights and noisy electronic sounds were silently separated to the other end of the world, and the bright sparks Embedded in the Skytree Tower that towers into the clouds.
"Moses Moses——"
The electronic sound from the microphone was like pebbles hitting the lake, breaking the silence and tranquility of the night.
"Moses Moses?"
In the phone booth, a hesitant voice came from the microphone suspended in mid-air by the phone cord.
"Matsuyama-kun? Matsuyama-kun, are you there?" The person on the other side of the phone couldn't help but ask.
Yayoi pushed open the door of the phone booth, reached out to catch the ringing phone, and said to the person inside: "Don't call, the person you are looking for is not here."
The person on the other end of the phone was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then yelled, "What kind of vixen are you?!"
Yayoi:? ? ?
Hongmao was stunned for a moment, "I'm not a vixen."
The female voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became sharp, "Where is Mr. Matsuyama? I tell you, people who become mistresses will not end well! Mr. Matsuyama is just trying to be fresh, the person he loves is me!"
Yayoi：==
Got it, it's a family dispute.
Yayoi, who has watched all kinds of bloody scenes in family ethics dramas and idol dramas, realized that when encountering this kind of situation, the more explanations you have, the woman will only think that you are covering up, and the more you explain, the darker it becomes, and the more you explain, the more confusing it becomes.
"Don't make that call tonight," Yayoi said, "if you don't want to get dirty."
After saying that, Yayoi didn't wait for the other party to get angry and directly connected the phone.
A huge shadow silently enveloped the phone booth, and the clouds above covered the full moon.
Yayoi put his hand on the door handle, but found that the door of the phone booth could not be pushed open.
rustle--
It was obviously a summer night wind, but it was extremely cold, and the cold chill almost penetrated into the bones.
The ups and downs of insects all around stopped at this moment. The moment he turned around, Yayoi saw the cursed spirit attached to the glass surface of the phone booth, its twisted limbs, twisted facial features, a huge face with abnormal purple skin, and a twisted smile on its deep purple mouth. Teeth like bricks.
"Hurry up and answer the phone..."
"So annoying...so annoying..."
"Damn it... answer the phone quickly..."
The arms were as thin as bamboo poles, but had huge palms. The curse spirit used its thick and huge palms to slap the glass facade hard, making the whole phone booth bang and bang, and the small red building trembled. It felt like it was about to collapse at any moment.
Yayoi raised his leg expressionlessly and kicked the ugly face outside the phone booth.
Bang——
The flat glass surface shattered with the sound, and the broken glass pieces scattered in the night wind. The moonlight pushed away the stacked dark clouds at the same time, and the moonlight rolled up the broken glass and splashed on the ground.
The sound of bone cracking could be heard clearly, and smelly blood burst out.
The cursed spirit who was kicked out covered his face that was hurt by the kick, and blood overflowed from his fingers. He cried like a child, howling in pain, and the alien monster screamed like a child. It hurts, it can be said to be very strange.
Yayoi carried the things in her hands and walked out of the phone booth that was broken into pieces by her kick.
The curse spirit rolled over and spun rapidly. After getting up from the ground, it opened its smelly mouth and swooped towards her.
At the same time, Yayoi threw away the leather bag in his hand, and the unsheathed knife directly hit the huge head of the swooping curse spirit, directly smashing its head into the ground, and spider web-like cracks instantly opened on the ground.
"It hurts - it hurts -"
The wind howled in my ears, and the distorted voice of the curse hit my eardrums time and time again.
Yayoi tiptoes a little harder, turning her body over and over, her eyes suddenly turned upside down, her body seems to be dancing in the air, the howling wind tears the air, and her red hair is like a rising flame.
The unsheathed knife in his hand was spinning. Yayoi was holding the handle of the knife, holding the sword with his thumb, and pushed open the scabbard. When the black scabbard left the blade, it was filled with silver-white moonlight.
It was a magic weapon in the shape of a sword.
The sharp blade separated the air, cut through the muscles, and cut off the bones. The smelly blood burst out like a fountain for a moment, and the mournful cry of the curse spirit who lost his arm echoed in the night sky.
"Hand...hand..." The curse spirit raised its arm with a flat cut, its tone was mournful, its tone was distorted and trembling.
"My...hand!!!" The negative emotions that were so thick and suffocating were released, like a flood that burst a dam.
The hand holding the knife dug out the arc of a crescent moon. The blood on the knife swayed in the misty moonlight and fell on the grass blades like raindrops. The cold moonlight flowed on the bright knife.
In the lampshade beside the path, the orange light flickered and flickered, and a sizzling sound filled the air.
The red-haired woman stood in the moonlight, her expression neither happy nor sad.
…
Ijichi was still blowing wind on the bridge when he received Yayoi's call.
To be honest, he has no idea whether Yayoi can come back. On the one hand, he believes in Satoru Gojo. Satoru Gojo is his senior and boss. Although he may not be reliable and stable at his age, Satoru Gojo is not that He is a person who does things without thinking. For newcomers, he is both oppressive and training. On the other hand, it is not uncommon to die in the profession of magician. Even the people under Satoru Gojo do not represent her. Will not die, the god of death will never be stingy with the sickle to harvest life.
The black river water poured into the distance, and the neon lights inlaid on the Skytree were flowing and bright.
When Ijichi was in a panic, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
"Moxi Moxi..."
"Mr. Ijichi..." A steady female voice came from the mobile phone.
"Miss Yayoi?" Ijichi breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great..."
People safe is good.
"Do you eat takoyaki?"
Ijichi: "..."
Damn it, why would he think that Miss Yayoi and Mr. Gojo are... a bit alike.
No, wake up, Mr. Gojo won't bring him a midnight snack.
Yayoi actually brought him a piece of takoyaki. When Ijichi received it, the takoyaki was still warm. Apparently not long had passed.
Ijichi took the takoyaki and carefully looked Yayoi up and down. He found that her clothes and hair were a bit messy, but overall, she was in pretty good condition.
His eyes lingered on the sleeves on Yayoi's arms for a moment, and Ijichi found that there were traces of being cut by a sharp weapon. Under the cut cloth, there was a faint trace of blood on the fair skin, but there were no wounds.
"What are you..." Ijichi said thoughtfully.
"We're in a little trouble." Yayoi picked up a takoyaki covered in sauce with a bamboo skewer, put it into his mouth, and answered while chewing the takoyaki.
"Is it a curse spirit?" Ijichi suggested, "Go back and find Miss Ieiri."
"It's not a cursed spirit, it's a human being." Yayoi swallowed the chewed ball, "A very annoying person."
A person who doesn't seem to respect and love his mother.
Yayoi thought about it again. The guy had dyed golden hair and earrings. His tone and attitude were very frivolous. They were also frivolous, but Yayoi didn't hate the big white cat he knew at all.
Yayoi paused for a moment, recalling that guy, and felt disgusted.
The other person seemed to know Satoru Gojo, and he revealed what he thought, "Satoru-kun and I are the same kind of person" in and out of his words. As for whether Satoru Gojo knew him, that was another matter. Satoru Gojo moved closer, but it looked clumsy.
Yayoi pursed her lips and was in a rare bad mood.
"The speed is very fast, but the physical skills are very poor." Yayoi forked the next takoyaki and put it into his mouth. When chewing, his cheeks bulged like a hamster, "But I can't stand a punch. Just put it down.”
"I carry a dagger with me." Yayoi said vaguely. "If I were slower, it would be bad."
Ijichi felt that this person sounded familiar for some reason, "What are you talking about...?"
"Naoya Zenin." Yayoi chewed something in his mouth, his cheeks bulging, "That seems to be the name."
Ijichi: "..."
"I called an ambulance." Yayoi puffed up his cheeks unhappily, "I can't die."
After beating someone for the first time, I didn’t want to call him an ambulance.
Ijichi: "..."
Yayoi, who was chewing the meatballs, didn't hear Ijichi's words for a long time. He looked back in surprise and found that the other person was still holding the takoyaki.
"Mr. Ijichi, don't you like to eat takoyaki?" Hongmao tilted his head, his expression innocent and harmless.
Yayoi: red-haired doubt jpg.
Ijichi tremblingly took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Satoru Gojo's phone number.
Satoru Gojo, who was on a mission somewhere in Tokyo, stepped on the magic spirit and answered the phone, "Wai, Ijichi?"
"Mr. Gojo, Miss Yayoi beat up the young master of the Zenin family." Ijichi said tremblingly on the phone.
"Just hit him." Satoru Gojo disagreed, "Isn't it the so-and-so from the Zenin family...who is from the Zenin family?"
The name sounds familiar.
Ijichi...Ijichi wants to cry.
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The author has something to say:
I have made some changes in the article==
That's right, it's Caiyun Zhuzhu.
Gojo Cat: Why did my wife hit him?
Ijichi: The specific situation is not clear, but he probably provoked Ms. Yayoi.
Gojo Cat: What? ! I'm going to beat him to death!
Ijichi: Wait, when did you get a wife? ! 【Shocked jpg.】
#Shocked, someone from the Zenin family was severely beaten in the middle of the night, and the murderer was suspected to be the strongest person next to him.
#Pass on, who in the Zenin family was beaten by the red hair next to Satoru Gojo!
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