Chapter 105 Long Night Smell
No one knows what is behind a door unless it is pushed open.
The crystal lamp hanging above the head was shattered, and the surging darkness swallowed up the light completely. Fear was like a highly contagious virus, quickly sweeping through the people trapped in the darkness.
The darkness is like the bottom of a bottomless well, and someone quietly throws a torch into it.
Quite a few of you present are ordinary people who cannot see the curse. With the power and special channels invisible to ordinary people, you have obtained information about the curse. With various purposes, you have gathered from all over the country to this auction. In the field.
"Curse" is a distant and out-of-reach word for ordinary people. Excluding special circumstances, ordinary people cannot see "curse" with the naked eye. As the creature that created "curse", humans are close to "curse" So close, yet thousands of miles apart.
Fearing the harm and disaster caused by the "curse", while coveting the benefits that the "curse" can bring.
In ancient times, some people used "curses" to kill others to clear obstacles on the road, some people used "curses" to gain a lot of wealth, and some people cursed their enemies to kill them for revenge.
Those who use curses are collectively called "cursors."
For wealth, career, and desire, he imposes curses on others.
She knows that Suguru Geto has no enemies, Suguru Geto does not pursue a career, and does not need a lot of wealth. The magicians of this era are not short of money, but what they need is the life to spend money.
Before becoming a Curse Master, Suguru Geto, except for sometimes having a bitchy personality like Satoru Gojo, was essentially a DK with super upright thoughts and views. He looked forward to the future of a Curse Master and put his ideals into practice.
Maybe the word "ideal" is too far away for her. Her brain is just a little big and she can't think of such a noble thing.
The shoulder pole that carries the burden will break if it bears too much weight that it cannot bear, not to mention that the shoulder pole always likes to take the responsibility on itself.
The love and hate in a human life is a very heavy thing. Bearing the weight that one needs to bear is almost the limit of a person. Spellcasters often have to bear the negative emotions of others.
Human beings are still human beings after all, and whether they are magicians or curse masters, they can never escape the category of human beings. Once the weight they bear exceeds this category, their temperament will change drastically, which is only a precursor to collapse.
The horrified shouts and the clack of shoe soles on the floor were like a fire in the Edo period. As long as one of the wooden machiya houses was contaminated with sparks, it would burn all the way along the rows of eel-like longhouses, causing a continuous disaster. The entire auction venue below was filled with panic and fear.
The shattered glass chandelier dropped fragments like snowflakes, and the bright light flashed in the darkness.
Hiss——
Skin and flesh were torn apart, muscles and bones were broken, blood splattered all over the floor, and the glass scattered on the ground was stained with a dazzling red.
The color red she hated.
People who were alive one moment were torn into pieces by invisible things the next moment. Blood mixed with organs flowed all over the floor. Invisible fear gripped people's necks, and the venue fell into a silence that could be heard as a needle dropped. , overwhelming, pushed to a climax.
Someone released a curse in the venue.
Visual inspection revealed that the level of spell power was Level 2. In addition to Level 2, there were several Level 3 spell spirits scattered in various corners of the venue.
Yayoi doesn't know how to use Satoru Gojo's technique. I'm afraid no one but himself can master this extremely complicated technique.
The advantage of being at a high altitude and having long legs is that it saves a lot of unnecessary movements. After dodging the claws of the curse spirit, Yayoi grabbed the curse spirit's arm with his backhand, and his twisted body was thrown to the ground. The neat marble floor turtle Spider web-like cracks appeared, and the depression became a shallow pit.
The power of the curse wrapped around his fist. He raised his hand and landed his fist. He smashed the head of the second-level cursed spirit with a clean punch.
High-precision control of the magic power, the error of the conflict between the magic power and the strike is so small that it is infinitely close to zero, the space is distorted, the lightning-like black light flashes away, the body of the magic spirit suddenly explodes, and the smelly blood splashes on the floor. On the wall.
One hit kill.
This is something that Yayoi, who is wearing the shell of Satoru Gojo, did not expect.
If Satoru Gojo didn't use unlimited spells and only used black flash, this person would not be safe. No, he would be the One-Punch Man in the world of magic.
#No curse spirit can withstand the second black flash under Satoru Gojo.
The curse spirit has been exorcised, but the fear has not dissipated. As long as people still have negative emotions, after reaching a certain concentration, a new curse spirit can be reborn.
Relevant personnel have begun to evacuate the crowd. As people come and go, the filth left by the spell spreads into thin paths, extending to places beyond the reach of the crowd.
Yayoi followed the curse and chased after him.
Curse spirits are tamed by people. Taming curse spirits requires a lot of manpower, material and financial resources. There are not many people who have the ability to tame curse spirits. Most spell masters rely on their own spells and will bring curse spirits to assist in combat. There are very few conjurers.
If I remember correctly, according to the information provided by Ijichi, the ancestors of the Soma family had a precedent of taming curse spirits to assist in combat.
*
Today is a day off, but not Nanami Kento's day off.
The tightly wrapped knife was slashed on the limbs of the cursed spirit. Ten strokes of the curse were used to forcibly create weaknesses. Seven to three, the length of the object was divided into segments. If the 'points' of this proportion could be concentrated, it would be It's a critical hit.
The floor of the corridor was splashed with blood. After the splashing sound passed, the body of the curse spirit fell down.
Nanami Kento loosened the tie around his neck and breathed a little, but a strong fishy smell hit his face.
The reliable office worker paused.
"Work overtime...no...work overtime...I don't work overtime..."
Bits and pieces of words came out of the cursed spirit's mouth, twisted and weird.
Nanami Kento sighed, adjusted the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and paused with his hand holding the handle of the knife, already thinking about what to do next.
If possible, he doesn't want to work overtime. Overtime is a waste of life, and labor is bullshit.
This is what a social worker who is not an office worker thinks.
The fierce wind directly broke the hair on his forehead, and the long golden snake-like chain rubbed across his face. The golden chain passed over the curse spirit and suddenly spun in the air, like a turning snake head and the sharp tip of the chain. It penetrated directly through the body of the curse spirit, and with a 'dang' sound, it sank into the smooth marble floor.
The half chain that was dragged out of the body of the curse spirit was bleeding gurglingly.
"It's such a close call."
The soles of the shoes made a musical sound on the ground, and the opponent walked out of the darkness like stepping on nodes.
Nanami Kento frowned, his frivolous attitude, frivolous tone, and even his bones revealed an underwhelming frivolity. Hidden under the frivolous appearance was bottomless strength.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to him.
But the other party is a woman, a red-haired woman who can be said to be a rare beauty. She wears a slim-fitting long skirt that reaches her knees, a dark complexion that is incompatible with her, and her bare feet are fair and slender. The high heels make her taller, making her appear taller and taller. They all exuded a frivolity that was familiar to Nanami Kento.
The light chains submerged in the marble floor were like scattered fireflies, dissipating in the air.
The moment the other party saw him, his eyes lit up, his cat-like amber eyes blinked, he waved his hand and shouted, "Nana Ming!"
Nanami Kento:? ? ?
"Guess who I am~" The other person smiled with his eyebrows crooked, his index fingers on his cheeks, and his amber eyes sparkling.
"...I'm sorry, miss, I don't seem to know you." The reliable adult said.
"Guess, guess, you'll get a prize if you guess right~" The red-haired woman blinked and acted coquettishly and softly.
Nanami Kento had a feeling that something was terribly wrong.
A series of cell phone ringtones rang at the right time, and the other party finally let him go, took out his hand from his pocket, and said delicately, "Moxi Moxi, Darling~"
Qianhai Jianren: "..."
The reliable adult was shuddered by this soft and coquettish sound.
The person on the phone seemed to be in the same situation as him. After a while of silence, a voice that was so familiar that it killed him said, "Gojo."
Nanami Kento:? ? ?
The reliable adult's brows knitted into a knot. The other party even turned on the speakerphone. It was hard not to hear it, but he recognized it. It was Satoru Gojo's voice.
Why do you, a person named Gojo, call others Gojo? Why do you sound so reliable?
Nanami Kento feels that this world is a bit strange.
"The head of the Soma family is here." Yayoi said, "There are rumors that the "Three Time Buddha" can resurrect the dead. "
Satoru Gojo paused, held his forehead and sneered, with a tone that Nanami Kento was extremely familiar with.
"I knew it." Satoru Gojo lifted up the slender heel of his high-heeled shoes and grinded them on the smooth marble floor. "Last time it was a resurrected doll, and this time it was the "Three Seasons Buddha". I really thought I would be interested in these ghosts." I'm interested in things. Rotten Orange makes me look too weak, right? "
"The 'Three-Time Buddha' is a little bit more worth seeing than the Soul-Returning Doll. Since it allows people to swap bodies, it might actually have the effect of resurrecting people~" Satoru Gojo said jokingly.
"There is no such thing." The person on the phone retorted him crisply.
Qianhai Jianren: "..."
No, no, no, it's not what he thought, right?
It is rare for a reliable spellcaster who is not an office worker to fall into confusion. If that were the case, it would be a horror story.
On the other side, Satoru Gojo had finished the conversation with Yayoi, and made a playful scissor hand gesture to Nanami Kento with a sweet smile, "Who is the most popular person in the Conjuring College?"
Qianhai Jianren: "..."
Not Satoru Gojo anyway.
"Of course it's Great teacher Gojo!"
The other party laughed out a series of heart-rending 'hahahahaha's' all the way, and walked with a step of disowning his relatives, leaving a cool figure on his back.
Qianhai Jianren: "..."
Horror stories come true.
The corners of Nanami Kento's eyes twitched crazily, but he had no choice but to follow his fate.
*
Yayoi put down the phone and shook his painful head.
Things behind the booth were thrown away in a mess. Broken porcelain and scarlet blood were mixed together. Behind the thick curtain, the smell of blood made her dizzy. The rich smell of rust mixed with dust penetrated her nose. It was simply more deadly than PM2.5, not to mention the unreasonable six eyes that were cueing her crazily.
Yayoi cannot reverse the technique and cannot use the reverse technique to refresh his brain like Satoru Gojo.
To be able to empathize with something like this, you really need to experience it yourself.
Yayoi rubbed her temples. Her head was just that big. Although Satoru Gojo's head was smarter than hers, the core in his body was now called "Yayoi", and this was where the limit of his brain was stretched.
These eyes were really unreasonable. Yayoi deeply understood Satoru Gojo's difficulty and decided to treat him better after changing back.
#CATIt’s really not easy.
The chaotic brain was dragged into a dream, and the consciousness kept sinking.
She saw a woman in an elegant kimono of Yamabuki color, a simple bun with a wooden hairpin, her black hair was like clouds, and her delicate eyebrows were like peach blossoms blooming in spring.
The season is spring, and the courtyard is full of peach blossoms. The pink flowers bloom toward the sun. The golden sun reflects on the neat tatami, and the exquisite screens are painted with gorgeous flowers and birds.
"Washiko."
Someone was calling her.
The peach blossoms on the branches are in full bloom, as gorgeous as fire.
"How are you doing?" the man who walked into the courtyard asked her.
That was a man she didn't know. He was still young, had handsome features, and was wearing a traditional kimono.
"I'm fine, Master Yue Ren." The woman's voice was soft and clear.
The man broke off a hairpin from a cloud-like peach blossom branch and tied it into the woman's temples.
His smile was gentle, like a gentle wind.
"He Zhizi, you want to live a long time, you want to live a long life."
The man said softly.
The heavy corolla fell into the mud, and patches of pink spread on the ground. The cold wind picked up the muddy flower branches and scattered them to the sky.
"And the branches, and the branches."
A stream of time fragments passed before my eyes like old-fashioned film tape, and finally stopped in a Japanese-style room with a few curtains. The flowers and birds on the screen were still gorgeous, but the woman had aged.
The pure white fabric was stained with dazzling scarlet, and the woman's breath was like a candle trembling in the wind, with the possibility of being extinguished at any time.
"Washiko."
The lamp placed in the Japanese room was knocked over, and the hot lamp oil was splashed on the tatami. The flames rolled up the low-hanging curtains under the eaves, crackling, licking the wooden window frames and pillars, greedy like evil beasts.
The flames burned down the house, burned the body, and almost burned the man to ashes. The screen continued to turn, and the man was seen again, with hideous scars on his face.
The head of the Soma family, Soma Etsuto, has the same scar on his face.
Or maybe they are the same person.
Yayoi held his head, holding his painful head. After shaking it for a few times, his consciousness became clear.
The sound of the burning flames still seemed to linger in my ears. This was not a simple dream, but a memory that flowed in silently through the power of the spell.
Not to mention whether the six eyes have this function, this dream is too real, so real that it is obviously not her who is lost, but the despair at the time of loss and the sadness left after the loss remain, and the heart is throbbing and painful, and there is Something weighed heavily on my breath.
Yayoi stepped forward and pushed aside the thick curtains in front of her one by one.
"Mr. Soma." She found that her tone was unexpectedly calm, as if the scene just now had never happened before.
"Ms. Amamiya."
The man, half of his face now in shadow, nodded to her.
He was greeting 'Ms. Amemiya', not 'Mr. Gojo'.
Yayoi looked at him quietly. Compared to the memory that just flowed into her mind, the man in front of her was older. He was obviously around forty years old, but he looked like an old man in his twilight years.
"You want to see Mrs. Kazueko, right?"
Yayoi asked softly.
The twilight old man of the house took off the mask on his face, revealing his ferocious face, the scars left by the flames on the day his wife died.
"I know you, Miss Amemiya." Most of the face looked ferocious, and the other half could vaguely see the warmth under the peach tree. "You are Mr. Gojo's assistant, "the reverse sky and the curse with absolutely zero magic power." , the unrelated sister of "Su Nuo Container". "
Yayoi was silent.
Soma Koshihito smiled, "This is just the information I collected, and it is also the superficial understanding of you by the higher-ups. I speculate that you have magic skills."
"This is your own speculation." Yayoi lowered his eyelashes and spoke calmly.
"I think my guess is correct." The head of the Souma clan smiled.
"What on earth are you going to do?" Yayoi raised his eyes, his eyes as sharp as a blade.
"Has anyone seen you use the technique? The enemy is one of our own." The man let out an old sigh, "Even without my guess, it can be easily leaked."
"There is no real wish in this world." The man said softly, "Wishes are just fantasies, staying in the imagination of the brain. Compared with reality, they are like a cloud that can dissipate at any time."
"I hope that my wife can live a long life, but she died." The man closed his eyes, and the past passed through his mind like a revolving lantern. "I hope that I can perform my duties as the head of the family well, and the result is that the family People are always blocking me, my father, my mother, my... children."
"I once hoped that I was a great conjurer, but I became a moth." He smiled, and the sarcasm in his smile almost overflowed, a mixture of misery and despair.
"If you don't want to laugh, then stop laughing." Yayoi pursed her lips and interrupted him, "You look so ugly when you smile."
Yayoi paused and vaguely remembered that she seemed to have said similar words to someone else before that.
"If you don't laugh, are you crying?" The other party's expression was helpless, "If a man cries, it will look ugly, right?"
"Ms. Amamiya, my limit is right here. Where is Mr. Gojo's limit?" The man smiled gently.
Yayoi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the next moment, the lines and outlines in his vision were stretched to a mess, the objects were stretched into blurred blocks of color, and the picture was drastically reversed.
"The time has come, Miss Amamiya."
The last thing she saw was the man's curved mouth, and the blood overflowing from the corner, which was so scarlet that it was dazzling.
There was a dull pain under her feet, and her body fell sharply. Before landing, she grabbed the handrail and managed to steady her body before falling.
"What's wrong, Mr. Gojo?" Nanami Kento paused.
Soul exchange, this kind of thing is a rare thing even in the magic world where there are so many weird things, not to mention that it happened to Satoru Gojo, which directly turned the rare thing into a horror story.
The red-haired woman stood up slowly while holding her head. The chaos around her had not completely dissipated, and her eyes slowly focused.
Nanami Kento paused, and he noticed some changes in "Mr. Gojo".
He looked at the red-haired woman shaking her head and turning back, the confusion in her eyes not completely dissipating, "Mr. Nana Ming?"
Qianhai Jianren: "..."
No, no, no, this is not Satoru Gojo. Satoru Gojo doesn't know how to use honorifics properly.
"Miss Amamiya?" Nanami Kento asked tentatively.
Yayoi nodded and took a step, almost spraining his foot. When he looked down, he saw the high heels on his feet.
Yayoi: "..."
It has to be said that she is not naturally suitable for things like high heels.
The first time she wore high heels was when she was in junior high school. At Misako's instigation, she stepped on the shoes and fell on her face to the floor after taking only a few steps. In college, she attended a student exchange meeting, and she never thought about wearing high heels to attend. , because my roommates complained about me, and when I walked in high heels, I looked like a stumbling child who had just learned to walk.
Who knows how Satoru Gojo, who is supporting her body, can walk so gracefully while wearing a pair of high heels.
Nanami Kento watched the red-haired woman stumble before decisively taking off her shoes and holding them in her hands.
"Miss Amamiya?" Nanami Kento was a little confused.
"I can't wear high heels." Yayoi took off his other shoe, "I can't run fast."
Don't run away if you wear high heels. If you don't rush into the street, you will be like Amitabha.
Qianhai Jianren: "..."
The office worker magician thought of Satoru Gojo, who was very powerful in a pair of high heels, and deeply felt that this senior had some serious illness.
Passing through the winding staircase corridor, following the direction with the strongest smell of blood, Yayoi saw pure white like frost and snow in the chaos and blood.
"Gojo."
He stood among the corpses of humans and cursed spirits, with his back to her, showing no joy or sadness.
"Gojo."
With her bare feet, she walked slowly towards him over the blood on the ground.
Thick curtains overlap one another, blood splashes on the crimson curtains, and the thick ink color like shadows smudges.
Satoru Gojo turned around. He was still wearing the Western formal suit he wore when he went out. The clothes were neat and clean, not stained at all, but the collar was loosened a little. The dark blue tie hung around his neck, and the skin on his neck was as fair as jade.
"Why don't you wear shoes?" He smiled, and his usual frivolity and casualness returned to his face again. He saw Yayoi's bare feet.
Yayoi curled up her toes and realized that the floor was a little cold.
She looked at Satoru Gojo, "I can't wear high heels."
Satoru Gojo raised his feet, crossed the bones on the ground, and came to her in a clean and tidy suit. He stretched out his hand to tidy up his slightly messy hair. He pinned the broken hair behind the ears one by one.
His eyes fell on the bare feet, which were so slender that they seemed to break with just a break.
Satoru Gojo moved his eyelids, "Is it cold?"
"It's okay." Yayoi curled up her toes.
Satoru Gojo bent down, holding her waist with one hand, and passed the crook of her knees with one hand to pick her up. Yayoi subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and touched his hair.
"You don't have to laugh if you don't want to." Yayoi said, "It doesn't matter if you don't laugh."
"Hey~ Yayoi, don't you like my smile?"
"I like it." Yayoi raised her hand and pointed her finger at the corner of his curled mouth, "When you smile, it's when you are happy."
Satoru Gojo paused.
"Gojo." Yayoi said, "The road is still long, we can walk together."
Satoru Gojo smiled, his eyes shining brightly, like the sky breaking through the clouds and mist in winter, showing endless blue.
"Will you stay with me until the end?" Satoru Gojo asked gently.
"Yes." Yayoi looked into his eyes and replied solemnly.
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The author has something to say:
Little Red Hair who successfully sold himself without knowing anything: OO
#small theater:
Gojo Cat: Nana Ming, Nana Ming, look, this is my wife!
Nana Ming: You are lying. If you have a wife, you will be a ghost.
Nana Ming: He actually has a wife. This is something I didn’t expect.
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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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