Chapter 89 Coming across the river
To use an analogy, the human heart is like an onion, one layer after another is peeled off.
The existence of the curse spirit removes all the things wrapped in the human heart, and the things buried underneath are nakedly displayed in front of the curser. Hatred, despair, and pain are all visible.
There is a saying that it is rare to be confused.
Sometimes, it might be better to not see something than to see it.
But then I thought about it, if I couldn’t see her, wouldn’t it mean that no one would come to find “her”?
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After the golden-red glow faded, the silent night filled the place, and the burning-like sunset glow was submerged by the deep dark blue.
The green plants on both sides of the street swayed with lush branches and leaves, and the rustling wind lingered in my ears.
A black car appeared on the horizon, its headlights shining on the deserted street, its bright light falling on the dusty wall.
"Have you had dinner?" Miss Nitta sat in the driver's seat and slowly opened the window. Her gray-blue eyes were like a sea covered with fog.
Yayoi was holding the shoulder strap of the backpack, "No, come out and eat later."
Miss Nitta took a sandwich and a bottle of milk from the passenger seat and handed them to her through the window, "Eat some, you might not be able to eat anymore later."
"Well, even though you don't look like someone who can't eat."
The guy who could still swallow three bowls of ramen without changing his expression after killing the cursed spirit doesn't really look like someone who can't eat anything.
"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey." Yayoi took the milk and sandwich handed over by Miss Nitta.
"Speaking of which, why do you want to be a magician?" Miss Nitta raised her arms and held her chin, "I can't feel any magic power from you. If there is no magic power, just stay among ordinary people. Is it better to be in the middle school?”
The sandwich wrapped in a transparent packaging bag is bulging. The bread slices are filled with meat and fried eggs, and the green vegetables are squeezed out of the bread slices.
Yayoi lowered his head and tore off the label on the packaging bag, "There is no place for me to go among ordinary people."
"Since you can't find it among ordinary people, let's find another place." Yayoi tore open the plastic bag, bit down firmly on the sandwich, and took a big bite.
"But a conjurer isn't a good place to end up, right?" Miss Nitta subconsciously complained.
She felt from the bottom of her heart that being a conjurer was not a good place to end up. In the circle of auxiliary supervisors, she was still young and had already seen a lot of filth and shadows hidden in the peaceful daily life.
The work of auxiliary supervision, to put it nicely, is to assist the conjurer in exorcising the cursed spirits. To put it bluntly, it is to personally deliver the conjurer to the execution ground. They have no way of predicting or guaranteeing whether they will live or die. All they can do is watch. Looking at the back of the curse master walking to the execution ground, whether it is the humans who judge the curse spirits or the curse spirits who behead humans. The auxiliary supervisor who is prohibited from participating in the battle can only know which side wins and survives.
Ms. Nitta suddenly remembered her younger brother. Her younger brother had a talent higher than hers. He could not only see curse spirits, but also possessed spells. He was approved to enroll in the Kyoto Curse College.
One day, she will also look at her brother's back, right?
Dying is a luxurious and unattainable ending for a magician.
Yayoi slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, "Since neither side is a good destination, let's just leave it to my heart to decide."
"It's good to be a magician. You can play with cats." Yayoi puffed out his cheeks and chewed the food in his mouth, saying vaguely.
You must get the cat's permission to pet a cat. If you pet someone else without the cat's permission, you will be punished.
Miss Nitta looked confused, then thought that she was Satoru Gojo's assistant teacher, "You have a cat in a high school?"
The high school is in the suburbs, and there should be a lot of wild cats.
"He's not my cat." Yayoi puffed up his cheeks.
It is a big, noble white cat. You can only pet it when it is petting you. When it is not petting you, it will tease you. When it is in a good mood, it likes to tease people, and when it is in a bad mood, it will tease you. He likes to tease people, and he is so evil-minded that he makes fun of people all over the place.
"I can't afford him."
That's a hot cat shirt worth 250,000.
Can't afford it.
She might as well raise a big orange cat.
After finishing his sandwich, Yayoi clapped his hands and threw the plastic wrapper and empty milk carton into a roadside trash can.
Yayoi took out the knife that had killed the cursed spirit from his backpack. The black scabbard was filled with silvery moonlight. Taking a deep breath of the night air, the dust was sucked into the trachea mixed with the despair and pain hidden somewhere deep.
Yayoi walked into the abandoned factory holding a knife.
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Yayoi suddenly wanted to pet the cat.
The big white cat is probably in a high school now, and I might be able to pick him up when I go back.
The sweet smell of the big cat, the soft hair that the cat makes when it’s in a good mood.
Compared with these malicious intentions, if you want to pet a cat, you will face the risk of being teased by the cat in turn. It is better not to be too gentle and quiet.
The malice overflowing from people is like black mud. Once it is contaminated, it will be difficult to remove, and the body and mind will be polluted together. The body and soul will sink into the mire, struggling and silently calling for help. But I didn’t know who to ask for help.
——I went to look for you, but I couldn't find you.
Yayoi thought of Satoru Gojo, who had a pouty mouth and wrapped himself into a big ball with a quilt. The big cat wrapped himself tightly and huddled on her bed, feeling terribly wronged.
Speaking of which, Yayoi never asked where his home was.
Satoru Gojo took over the Gojo family from the previous generation of Gojo family heads when he was a boy, but he showed an attitude many times, both overt and covert, that he did not regard the Gojo family as "home".
"Home" should be warmth without burden.
She had never seen his home or his family.
Yayoi vaguely knew that Satoru Gojo was in a bad mood that night, even a little irritable, and the exhaustion in his heart spread to his body. After wandering all the way to her house, he couldn't find her, so he confidently threw himself on her bed, wrapped himself in a ball and slept.
Why are you unhappy?
Did something bad happen to you?
Or is there someone who makes you unhappy?
There are many times when the questions people want to ask are not asked, and the words they want to say are not spoken out. They are accumulated in the heart, and at some inadvertent moment, they will emerge from them and wander around in front of their eyes.
Thoughts that tickle and guide people, constantly driving people to do something in their minds.
——Go back and ask him.
Yayoi thought, and tightened the handle of the knife in his hand. The strong wind carried the roar of the curse spirit. The moment it roared, the blade of the knife was drawn out of the scabbard, and the silver-white sword light exploded like silver flowers.
The hysterical wails of the curse spirit almost broke through the roof of the warehouse, and the spurting plasma splashed onto the floor and walls, suddenly blooming like monster flowers.
In order to prevent it from escaping, Yayoi asked Ms. Nitta who was outside to lower the rolling shutter.
The raging strong wind banged the metal rolling shutter door loudly, like a hurricane that swept through the city during typhoon season. The broken glass of the windows splashed into the moonlight, and the warehouse was in a mess, with clanging sounds heard intermittently.
Yayoi broke its bones, and after its human-like limbs were cut off, the remaining limbs could not support its escape, so it lay on the floor that was stained dark with blood, breathing intermittently.
Yayoi wiped it out cleanly.
The curse spirit itself is not even a good-looking person, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mutant of something. The feeling brought by the alien to human beings is not only fear of the unknown, but also strong nausea.
The cursed spirit with a large number of limbs cut off lay in tatters on the ground, exuding a fishy smell, and blood was flowing underneath.
It's dead.
It didn't die.
After receiving Yayoi's signal, Miss Nitta opened the rolling shutter. She was so dizzy by the smell when she entered that she almost vomited out her lunch.
No matter how many times I see this kind of thing, my heart can never really calm down.
Fortunately, I've had this experience several times before, and it's not as embarrassing as last time.
Miss Nitta saw Yayoi walking to the edge of the open space outside the warehouse, picking up a shovel, walking into the corner of the warehouse, raising the shovel, and the cement-covered ground was knocked with a clang.
Miss Nitta shook her head, took three steps and two steps at a time, and trotted all the way to the corner.
The cement-covered ground was knocked out with spiderweb-like cracks, and there were a lot of gravel and rubble on the originally flat ground.
To be honest, with Yayoi's strength, it wouldn't be difficult to smash the floor, but she didn't want to destroy anything underneath.
Yayoi stuffed the shovel into the crack, stepped on the shovel, and used force with her arms and legs at the same time. The entire floor was pried open, revealing a small part of her delicate face underneath.
The moonlight spilled in from the destroyed window and fell on that delicate face. She closed her eyes as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.
Yayoi looked at the sleeping girl and said softly: "Is it you who is crying?"
Yayoi threw the shovel into the corner and looked at the corpse of the cursed spirit that was beginning to disperse like embers left after being burned by fire. "The mission has been completed. Please call the police later."
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Early the next morning, a yellow cordon was put up in the abandoned warehouse, the warning lights on the police cars were spinning, and the surrounding area was filled with piercing sirens.
The local police station received an anonymous report and found a female body in an abandoned paper mill awaiting demolition. The body was buried under the cement floor on the first floor of the warehouse.
The girl's body was well preserved, her hair and cheeks were very close to when she was alive, and the school badge on her high school uniform was not damaged.
After a simple investigation and DNA comparison, it was basically confirmed that her name was 'Niijima Mika' and she disappeared a year ago.
The spread of modern information is very fast, coupled with the media's deliberate reporting and the public's attention, the next morning, this matter was reported on the morning news channel.
Yayoi sat behind the dining table, her cheeks bulging, chewing the fried fish in her mouth.
Sitting across from him were Yoshino Junpei and his mother Yoshino Nagi. Yoshino Junpei's expression had changed from 'Shocking my whole family' to 'Forget it, just be happy.' The mother sitting next to him was laughing. The spring breeze fills my face.
"I asked you why my brat has gone out more frequently recently and comes back dirty every day." Yoshino Nagi looked teasingly at the red-haired boy sitting in front of her, "So it's you, little red-haired boy."
"Long time no see, Sister Nagi." Yayoi's expression was as steady as an old dog's, "Sister Nagi is as beautiful as a flower as time goes by."
"Uh-huh." Yoshino Nagi raised his chin and his nose almost turned up.
The child was stunned and asked, "You two know each other?"
Yoshino Nagi lit a cigarette for herself, and after receiving a look of protest from her son, she put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and extinguished the spark.
"I went to high school in Tokyo." Yoshino Nagi said slowly, "She was still a little red-haired girl at the time and lived next door to me."
"A woman's transformation has made her 18 years old. The short bean has turned into a beauty~" Nagi Yoshino held her chin and smiled with crooked eyebrows. "Is Mrs. Haruna okay?"
Yayoi's hand holding the chopsticks paused, "Mom passed away many years ago."
"..."
"..."
"Guo baa guo baa! Mom, she didn't mean it..." The honest boy Yoshino Junpei was the first to apologize to his mother in a panic, which unfortunately made the child very nervous.
"It doesn't matter." Yayoi said, "I'm not angry."
Yoshino Nagi: "..."
Yoshino Junpei: "..."
"Then... are you alone now?" Yoshino Nagi looked at the thin little red hair. The little red hair grew up into a big red hair. He was taller than before, his face was much prettier than before, and his figure was also... cough .
Yoshino Nagi thought of the dwarf little redhead who would call her "Nagi-sister" many years ago with a blank expression on her face. She didn't like to laugh or talk. Mrs. Haruna often worried that she would be bullied in school, but Yoshino Nagi, who was still a high school student, knew that whoever was bullied was not the Amamiya family's little red-haired boy. It would be Amitabha who didn't beat the evil-hearted little bastard to death.
She remembered that this little red-haired boy was not good at making friends. When she was in kindergarten, there was a little kid who liked her, but he caught a bug and tried to get close to him. As a result, not only did he not attract the little red-haired boy's attention, but he even used his face to show her face. After catching someone's face-breaking punch, she kept her face blank all day long, and her expressionless look was not at all like that energetic little girl of her age.
I don't like pretty dolls or pretty floral dresses, but I am more interested in cats, and I am also a cat sucker.
She is not easily bullied by others, but she is always alone.
But being alone is a very lonely thing.
"My mother passed away three years after my mother and father divorced, and I still have a younger brother." Yayoi said, "Although we are not related by blood, we are very important family members."
Yoshino Nagi is not sure whether Yayoi's mother has remarried, and it is obviously not easy to ask questions now.
"Sister Nagi, are you still smoking?" Yayoi looked at the extinguished cigarette butts in the ashtray.
Yoshino Nagi received a look of protest from her son full of condemnation, "Still smoking". It sounded like his mother had a bad habit of smoking before he was born, and he was even caught!
Yoshino Nagi touched her hair with a 'hahahaha' sound, and then her face suddenly turned fierce. She stretched out both hands to pinch the red-haired cheeks, rubbed and pinched them, and said fiercely: "My lord's business." Don’t worry about the kids!”
"Oh, don't worry about it." Yayoi let Yoshino Nagi mess with her face, "Sister Nagi, who is as beautiful as a flower, please let me go."
Yoshino Junpei: "..."
Yoshino Nagi smiled happily: "What a naughty kid is talking nonsense."
Yayoi: "Didn't you ask me to say that?"
Yoshino Junpei: "..."
I didn't expect you to be such a mother.
"Fortunately, it's you." Yoshino Nagi breathed a sigh of relief and let go of Yayoi's face, "I thought my son was going to be a gangster recently."
Yoshino Junpei: "...Mom!"
To be honest, he felt that working as a gangster was safer than Miss Yayoi's job.
Yoshino Nagi gently touched Yayoi's hair with a gentle look, "You have been a lonely child since you were a child, but you look very good now."
"Yeah." Yayoi bowed his head obediently.
"Remember to inform Junpei if there is any work in the team." Yoshino Nagi winked at her, "This guy promises to do everything for you."
Yoshino Junpei: "...Mom!"
I have already said that he is not a gangster, and Miss Yayoi is not a gangster either!
"Aren't you worried about Junpei breaking someone's legs outside?" Yayoi raised his head, blinking his amber eyes.
Yoshino Junpei: "..."
Yoshino Nagi subconsciously put her hand into her pocket, trying to feel for cigarettes, but came up empty. Then she remembered that her cigarettes had been confiscated by her son.
"If your leg is broken, just break it." Yoshino Nagi said.
Yoshino Junpei:? ? ?
Am I your biological son? !
If it was confirmed that this was his biological mother, he would suspect that he had picked it up.
"But it's really over when your heart dies." Yoshino Nagi raised his head and his eyes fell on the ceiling, "Junpei is a very stubborn kid. Most of the bad things will be hidden from me. He is very sensible, but sometimes But he’s a dead brain.”
"To be honest, I'm worried too, but worrying is of little use. Putting things that are too heavy in your heart will only drag you down and Junpei down."
She has seen the changes in her son in recent days, and is surprised and happy about it.
"The school is just a small water tank. There are seas and other water tanks outside. Shunping, of course, can't stay in a water tank all the time. I don't like him staying in a water tank either, but... he wants to go to the water tank or the sea. It's up to him to decide." Yoshino Nagi said softly, "I can't finish his life for him."
"Mom..." Yoshino Junpei's eyes were a little dazed, and a sour feeling spread up his nose like a tide.
"So, please don't be polite." Yoshino Nagi's expression was serious and decisive.
Yoshino Junpei: "..."
I already told you that I’m not messing around ||It’s dark!
Yayoi smiled. The neighbor's sister who used to like to smoke had her long hair cut short. The girl became a mother. A mother's love is gentle and sometimes decisive. She loves her children but has to be cruel. I forced myself to look at the child's leaving figure and hold back the sourness and sadness in my heart.
——Mom, do you think so too?
Yayoi left the address and contact information of the high school to Yoshino Junpei, "If you really want to study in the high school, come."
After four years of high school, she doesn't necessarily want to be a magician as her future career. She remembers Satoru Gojo saying that 'Nana Ming' is a strange man who treats magicians as shit. She studied in a high school. He dropped out of school halfway through, and after becoming a salaryman, he suddenly plunged back into the world of magic.
"Are you leaving?" Yoshino Nagi smiled.
"Yeah, I want to go back and pet the cat. I'm a little tired." Yayoi shrugged.
Yoshino Nagi stood at the door of her house and waved to her, "Come and play when you have time."
"I will." Yayoi waved to her.
She saw a mother standing at the door, with her somewhat thin children next to her. The morning sun cast their shadows shallow and long, and the shallow rays of light fell on their faces, reflecting the gentleness and bustle of the day.
It looks very much like a mother who returned to her hometown with her red-haired daughter many years ago.
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The author has something to say:
When I returned to Tokyo, there was no cat, and the cat was taken away by the rotten orange. There was only an old man who confessed to his brother with his body.
#æ— Responsibility Little Theater:
Uncle: Let me fall in love with you, Megumi Fushiguro!
Yayoi: Don’t even think about it! Yuji likes girls with big heads and big butts! 【Pupillary earthquake jpg.】
Shier: Do you have one billion? Don’t even think about it if you don’t have one billion!
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