Chapter 86 In the passenger boat
The chirping of insects in the summer night filled the thick darkness, and the clouds and mist half-hidden the moon hanging high in the sky.
Not long after Yayoi climbed up to the fourth floor and got through the window with bare hands, the irritable Miss Nitta picked up a shovel from the corner and smashed the damn lock.
The metal rolling shutter door was opened, silvery-white moonlight splashed on the flat cement floor, fresh air poured into the warehouse, and a strong fishy smell hit the face.
Ms. Nitta almost vomited her dinner.
Broken limbs were scattered behind the rolling shutter door, and the huge and ugly body of the cursed spirit fell in the corner. The moonlight that broke in fell on the limbs hanging limply from its body, making it strangely twisted and terrifying.
A smelly purple liquid was splashed on the ground. Needless to say, Miss Nitta knew that the liquid was the blood of the cursed spirit.
The wind was cold and cold at night, and the huge full moon was embedded in the dark sky. The cold moonlight filled the silent warehouse, and the night owl's cry was as mysterious as the cry of a ghost.
"Miss Nitta."
The surrounding environment was too quiet, and the sudden sound startled Miss Nitta, and her body was subconsciously excited.
Miss Arata saw a red-haired woman walking out of the shadows, followed by a thin boy.
"You really scared me to death!" Miss Nitta breathed a sigh of relief, then shouted at the top of her voice, "Don't act without consultation!"
The entire abandoned factory echoed with Miss Nitta's angry roar. Yayoi stood in front of the boy, withstanding Miss Nitta's anger, with an expression as steady as an old dog listening to the scolding, but the boy following Yayoi was frightened. Not light.
"Guo Me, I will explain it in advance next time." Yayoi clasped her hands together and admitted her mistake honestly and apologized. She had a correct attitude in admitting her mistake, but those who know her well will know that she will dare to do it next time.
Ms. Nitta didn't expect Yayoi to admit her mistake so straightforwardly, and most of her anger disappeared immediately. The woman with short blond hair put her hands on her waist, exhaled deeply, and thought to herself, forget it.
Perhaps the scolding just now consumed Miss Nitta a lot of energy. After she stopped, a feeling of powerless exhaustion arose spontaneously.
"So, what is going on here?" Miss Nitta pointed at an ugly cursed spirit and turned her head to focus on the cursed spirit.
Ms. Nitta saw the knife stuck in the head of the cursed spirit, and recognized that the knife was Yayoi's cursed tool. Just looking at the angle, it looked like it was thrown. The person who threw the knife was obviously very strong. That knife The knife penetrated directly through the human-like head of the cursed spirit.
"You..." Miss Nitta's eyes twitched.
"When it wanted to run away, I just threw the knife out." Yayoi said honestly and concisely, making Miss Nitta full of complaints and didn't know where to start.
Yayoi walked over expressionlessly, walked around the blood on the ground, and reached out to hold the handle of the knife. The slender and graceful blade was pulled out from the corpse of the cursed spirit. The silver-white arc of the blade cut through the air, and the blood stained on the blade fell off.
Yayoi slowly put the sword into the scabbard. The moonlight flowing on the sword flashed past, and the sword closed the scabbard.
Yayoi stuffed the knife into his backpack and slung the strap over his shoulder.
"What exactly is going on?" Ms. Nitta's brows knitted into a knot. She watched the cursed spirit corpses disappear on the ground like burning embers, "Will this guy show up again tomorrow night?"
"Ah." Yayoi said, "This is no ordinary curse spirit."
The cursed spirits on the streets will be gone once they are killed. She has killed this guy so many times. He is resting today but will be full of energy the next day. It is obviously different from the cursed spirits she has encountered before.
"I'll ask Gojo," Yayoi said.
She is just a dilettante who has become a monk on the way. It is better to consult professionals about the curse.
"By the way, Miss Nitta, do you want to have midnight snack?" Yayoi asked.
Ms. Nitta: "...You are actually still in the mood for a late-night snack!"
She almost threw up her dinner!
…
After coming out of the abandoned warehouse, the moon was already high.
After walking out of the abandoned factory, Yayoi finally remembered Yoshino Junpei. The boy was different from the cheerful Yuji Itadori. He was a bit lonely and unsociable. After walking out of the abandoned factory, he stared blankly at the moon hanging alone in the sky, cold, but yet... It's the only source of light in the dark night.
Yayoi Quan thought he was frightened.
From the beginning of the mission to now, Yayoi has been to various places that have been ravaged by cursed spirits, because people who can temporarily see the cursed spirits on special occasions cannot find it difficult to see those ugly and twisted things with their own eyes. Countless people suppressed the fear that spread from the depths of their souls, fainted on the spot, and lost their normal ability to control themselves.
In that situation, the boy could still hold on to his shaky sanity, run away desperately to save himself, and buy enough time to wait for the arrival of the knife. This was already much better than the above ones.
After the tight nerves relax, it is inevitable that you will feel a little scared.
Yayoi glanced at the thin boy and said calmly, "Do you want to go for supper together?"
The boy didn't answer, and it took him a long time to realize that Yayoi was asking him. He pointed at himself with wide eyes, like a goose, "Me, me?"
Yayoi nodded, "There's no one else but you, right?"
Yoshino Junpei was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously wanted to refuse. His long-term habit of keeping a distance from others made him subconsciously want to decline politely. When his eyes inadvertently glanced at the bright red hair, the words that came out of his mouth became, "Can, can you?"
"Okay." Yayoi tilted his head, and his unfettered red hair poured down from his shoulders, bright and flowing, like a thousand lights in his sight.
While sitting in front of the roof, Yoshino Junpei carefully looked at Yayoi out of the corner of his eye.
Yayoi's expressions were very few from beginning to end. Yoshino Junpei felt no kindness or malice from her, as if saving him just now was just a convenient thing and not something special to do.
Miss Nitta wanted to contact the local "window", so Yayoi and Yoshino Junpei walked all the way to the roof. In the middle of the night, this small ramen business was operating on a lonely street, with warm lights reflecting on it. Hanging on the white curtain under the roof, the soft halo of light spreads on the white cloth.
"Tonkotsu ramen, add two braised eggs." Junpei Yoshino heard her ordering in a familiar way, then turned around and threw the menu to him and said to him, "You can see for yourself what you want to eat."
Junpei Yoshino looked at the menu and carefully ordered a bowl of tonkotsu ramen like hers.
After ordering, the boy took the menu and thought it was invisible. He covered his face with the menu and carefully looked at the woman sitting next to him.
Rare red hair, like a bonfire burning in the dark wilderness, an expressionless face, but soft facial features, a typical oriental beauty face, slender white wrists that look like they can be broken without much effort, and body. The shape is also thin.
But it was such a weak-looking woman who killed the monster who was chasing him.
Yoshino Junpei's eyes glanced at the black leather backpack she placed on the bench, and the knife stained with the monster's blood was placed inside.
From a certain period of time, his life became as monotonous as a black and white photo. The world seemed to be divided. The white ones were indifferent, the black ones were what he hated, and the only thing left was the one in the corner. A faint beam of light came from his mother, Yoshino Nagi.
A gentle red color entered the photo, and my eyes were involuntarily drawn to it.
The past was like mud that stayed in his heart for a long time and refused to go away. The dark and rotten experiences tortured him repeatedly. In the past, he prayed for kindness to fall on him, but over the years, the cold reality wore away Yoshino again and again. Junpei's expectations for humanity. He has lost his trust in the so-called "goodness" and is convinced that the light of that kind of thing is basically unwilling to shine on him, so his world is no different from a black and white photo.
This man was different from anyone he had met in the past.
Years of being immersed in the malice among the crowd led him to the conclusion that indifference is the virtue that humans should have. It would be great if everyone could be like him and ignore the people they hate. The world is inherently cold and cruel. Indifference is good for everyone. He doesn't have to worry about being malicious to himself, and naturally others don't have to worry about being harmed. Malice.
At the critical moment of life and death, his thirst for life still makes him long to be saved. While longing to be saved, he is even more desperate. Who will come back to save him? People who see this kind of scene are more inclined to save their lives and run away, right?
but why--
"Thank you for saving me." The soup in the soup pot was rolling gurglingly, and the rising steam filled the small roof.
It's so bad, I just realized now that I need to thank you.
The steaming big bowl was brought up, and Yayoi pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder with familiarity, "You're welcome."
Still not feeling any emotion.
When the ramen was served, Yoshino Junpei was still holding the menu in his hand to cover his face. It wasn't until the ramen chef shouted that he put down the menu in a panic and pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder next to him.
The ramen at this small mobile ramen restaurant tasted surprisingly good and the portions were generous. Yoshino Junpei fiddled with the noodles with chopsticks and discovered that there was a poached egg and two braised eggs hidden under the noodles.
Yoshino Junpei paused, subconsciously raised his head, and saw the unfamiliar-looking middle-aged man narrowing his eyes and giving him a gentle smile.
Yoshino Junpei pursed his lips and ducked away in embarrassment.
There were lights floating in the bright soup, and Yoshino Junpei saw his own reflection in it. That face looked very embarrassed.
The boy clenched the chopsticks in his hand and spoke with determination, "What was that... just now?"
Yayoi's hand holding the chopsticks paused, "It's a curse spirit."
"Curse spirit?"
"To put it more simply and understandably, it's a curse." Yayoi sucked the noodles in. "The curse that flows out of the human body is a collection of curses that are the product of negative emotions."
"It's a bit like a supernatural legend." Yoshino Junpei, who relaxed a lot after the topic was opened and likes to study various supernatural phenomena, expressed his opinion.
"It's a legend that you'll pay ten if you fake it." Yayoi finished slurping the noodles and asked the boss for another bowl, then turned to him and asked, "Can you see the curse spirit?"
Yoshino Junpei nodded, "It was originally a very blurry outline, but today it became clear."
The image was so vivid and clear that it made him shudder.
Junpei Yoshino noticed that Yayoi had stopped talking, and his long eyelashes slowly drooped, leaving a shallow silhouette under his eyes.
The only sounds left in the silent air were the gurgling sound of the soup and the drumming in my heart.
"I understand." Yayoi raised his eyelids, "Try not to look at them. They will pay more attention to the visible than the invisible. The curse is very dangerous, and getting caught will be trouble."
It was a kind reminder, but the tone was still calm, like a windless lake in autumn.
"Do you feel scared?" Yayoi suddenly asked.
"A little bit," Yoshino Junpei said.
"You are so calm," Yayoi said.
Yoshino Junpei lowered his head and said calmly: "I'm just used to it."
Whether he is a person or a cursed spirit, he is alone from beginning to end. He cannot talk to others or seek help from others. He has fear, shame, and hesitation. He can only swallow everything by himself. He has long since got used to.
"Thank you for saving me." The boy expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.
Whatever the purpose, she was the first to respond to his plea for help.
"You just said thank you." Yayoi twirled his chopsticks a few times, and the boss brought out the newly made ramen.
"Can those things just eat people?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the question was stupid. Although the thing didn't tell him explicitly that he was hungry and wanted to eat someone, that attitude determined his action, okay?
"Eat everything alive." Yayoi said, "Just stay away when you see a curse. Most of the curses will stay in the place where you were born. They will ignore you outside the hunting range."
"But some curses are exceptions." Yayoi bit her chopsticks and said, "That kind of curse is not common either."
"What if you can't escape?" Yoshino Junpei said.
"Then I have no choice but to wait for death." Yayoi explained the consequences concisely and concisely, and finally said, "You don't look like a person who can fight very well."
Yoshino Junpei: "..."
Yayoi: "Those with thin arms and thin legs can't run fast."
Such a weakling can actually see the cursed spirit. If you don't die, who will die?
Yoshino Junpei: "..."
Yayoi: "Prepare the suicide note in advance for later use."
Yoshino Junpei: "..."
Yayoi watched the boy's expression become visibly decadent, and in the blink of an eye, despair spread out.
Yayoi thought for a while, "Give me your phone."
The boy who reacted honestly handed over his mobile phone.
Yayoi took the phone and knocked on it a few times before returning it. Junpei Yoshino, who took the phone, found that there was an extra name in his phone book that was already lacking in contacts - Yayoi Amamiya.
"Is your name... Yayoi Amamiya?" Junpei Yoshino held the phone, and tiny light and shadow fell into his olive green pupils.
"Yeah." Yayoi nodded and started to slurp his noodles, "If you need anything, you can call me, although I'm not available 24 hours a day."
"I will stay in Kawasaki for the next few days." She added at the end.
"Hi." Yoshino Junpei sat up subconsciously, "T-that... Yoshino Junpei, my name."
The voice was very low, but it didn't prevent Yayoi from hearing the name 'Yoshino Junpei'.
"Oh, Junpei." After hanging out with Satoru Gojo for a long time, it was inevitable that he would get familiar with the other person's habit. Yayoi said it very familiarly, "The person who named you hopes that you can live a safe and smooth life. "
Yoshino Junpei was stunned for a moment.
"So, come on." Yayoi said casually and continued to slurp the noodles in his bowl.
It is not easy to live a safe and smooth life.
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The author has something to say:
The redhead who finished three bowls of ramen for a late-night snack: hiccup.
The little red-haired girl has the attributes of being naturally dull and naturally black at the same time. Most of the time she is naturally dull, but occasionally she is naturally black without realizing it =v=
Junpei, who was full after eating a bowl:...
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