Chapter 134 Shibuya (1)
A large group of people in the dark sky, like a sky that will never fall.
Yayoi doesn't like places with too many people.
On the one hand, it is because I have so many five senses that are superior to ordinary people. When a person hides, the sound of dozens, hundreds, or thousands of heart beats is like a suddenly beaten drum, playing deafeningly. They are crowded together in a disorderly manner. On the other hand, they are strange creatures formed by the accumulation of negative emotions vented from the body due to curse spirits. They are always fermenting and rotting in the corner.
When she first became aware of the "curse spirit", she was still living in Tokyo and still in kindergarten. When spring turned to winter, the cherry blossoms on the branches were scattered and covered with plain silver frost. The dark branches were It's like a hearty stroke of ink in the snow-white world.
The winter and summer vacations come as scheduled every year, and the school bell rings when classes start, and the end bell rings when classes are over.
As time goes by, Yayoi gradually discovers that the little carrots sitting in the classroom with her prefer the end-of-school bell to the school bell. Just like a saying circulated between parents and teachers, get out of class is like a soft fur. Chong, after class, he is a lively dragon.
"Don't be afraid, Yayoi."
Her mother was worried that she would be sad because she was left in kindergarten, and she would not feel relieved when the school bell was about to ring.
Her mother bent down and touched her hair. The black hair that was completely different from hers hung down from the temples, like a flowing cloud.
"I will pick you up after school, don't be afraid."
When she was sent to the gate of the kindergarten, her mother saw many children crying. They were suddenly sent to a strange environment and had to be in the absence of their parents. It was inevitable that the children would cry and make noises.
But her red-haired dumpling face was still expressionless, with a look of neither joy nor sorrow, like a delicate little mirror hanging in a shop window.
Mom knelt down and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"I, Maki, hope you can smile." Mom suddenly laughed, "I hope the children here can help you learn to smile."
Yayoi was puzzled, her amber eyes looked at her mother's black eyes without blinking, as if they were inorganic metal.
Yayoi still remembers that her kindergarten class was called 'Penguin Class'. There were several round, fat penguins hanging on the sign at the door. There was one very big fat penguin. The very big fat penguin was accompanied by several smaller fat penguins.
Children at this age are very noisy, and they also easily get into trouble together. When everyone has their own playmates and toys, the solitary red-haired dumpling becomes more conspicuous.
Yayoi does not like to be with other children, does not like to play puzzles, does not like to build blocks, does not like to play games, and lacks interest in even the most basic speech. For a long time, he was considered mute by the children in the same class. .
"Are you mute?" The kid with a runny nose put his hands on his waist, trying to make himself stronger and taller.
The dazed Yayoi came to his senses and told him, "I am not mute."
A child at this age is a particularly magical creature. Just one sentence made him feel as novel as discovering a new world. He looked at Yayoi with a shocked expression and his mouth widened.
"Look, she's talking!"
Just talking.
A particularly loud shout directly attracted the attention of all the children in the Penguin class, and they came over one after another, their eyes brighter than the other.
The child who first noticed her talking raised her chin with a super proud expression, as if she had accomplished some great feat. She was very happy and said to everyone, "I made her talk. I made the little mute talk." .
"Can you really speak?"
"Can you write?"
"Why is your hair red?"
A gust of cool wind suddenly blew in from the window, which made all the children flinch, but they still refused to give up and let her 'speak again'.
The pages of the book placed by the window were blown up by the wind, and the clattering sound was mixed with the chirping of chickens, as if they were gathering together in search of food.
Yayoi stopped talking and focused on his career.
People who did not hear her speak agreed that the child with a runny nose was lying and wanted to attract everyone's attention by lying. How could a mute speak?
"I didn't lie!" The kid who everyone thought was lying ran up and grabbed her shoulders. His face turned red, with snot hanging from his nose. He stared at her with wide eyes, "Speak quickly! Otherwise everyone will You think I lied! Speak up!"
She let the child hold her blankly, without any resistance or explanation. She looked at the top of the child's head blankly. The strange catfish-like creature wrapped its long tail around the child's neck, and its flat head lay on the child's neck. He raised his head and opened his mouth from time to time, and the distorted and fragmented syllables were like the distorted audio in a tape recorder.
It's laughing, hey hey.
"you do this delibrately!"
The louder it laughs, the angrier the child gets.
She noticed that no one heard it and laughed.
"You deliberately let me be laughed at by everyone!" The child with a runny nose pushed hard on her shoulder. Maybe the child's balance ability was not that good. She fell to the ground, but it didn't hurt. The tatami mat on the ground was very soft. .
The little boy who pushed her down started crying.
She stared blankly at him crying, blankly watched the teacher hurriedly come over to break up the fight, blankly watched the child crying, hiccupping, pointing at her and saying she was a bad child, the noisy voice was like a TV set with a snowflake screen, noisy The ground was huddled together, and the laughter of the catfish-like creatures became increasingly sharp and distorted amid the cries of children and the voices of teachers coaxing children.
Maybe the sighting was just an accident. After that, she didn't see them again for a long time.
Not seeing them doesn't mean they don't exist. Her five senses have told her that they exist in every invisible corner of the world, even right in front of her.
After the winter frost and snow melted, in the old house, the heavy cherry blossoms bent the branches. Two teenagers wearing black uniforms with swirl buttons at the collar stood outside the wall of her house. The taller one had A pair of particularly beautiful eyes, just like the sky washed by snow at this time, as blue as the boundless sky.
Besides her sister's red, it was her favorite color.
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October 31, 2018 19:00
Centered on the Tokyu Department Store Tokyu Toyoko Store, a "tent" with a radius of about 400m has appeared.
There was no warning, as if someone carried a bucket of black paint and poured it from the sky, and the semicircular "tent" fell to the ground.
The person who left the "tent" was very clever. Compared with the "tent" left in the high school last time, this time it also had the function of blocking radio signals, and the "tent" itself did not refuse the magician's entry. At the same time, the magician also The "account" cannot be attacked.
Choso reminded them that a large number of humans would gather in Shibuya on Halloween, and "Suguru Geto" and the special curse spirits would use these humans gathered in Shibuya as a stepping stone to achieve the goal of sealing Satoru Gojo.
Shibuya is a very important economic circle in the local area, with a large amount of human activities gathering around it. It is obviously impossible to mobilize and relocate people just for an ambiguous terrorist attack.
The number of humans is too huge. Even if there is no Shibuya, you can still choose other areas with a large flow of people. There are too many times when humans can gather together. Even if there is no Halloween, there is Bon Festival and summer festivals. , various social activities, escape one Halloween, and countless Halloweens.
In order to minimize the losses, it was decided that Satoru Gojo would quell the riots in Shibuya alone.
Based on his experience in dealing with "Hyakuki Yakou" last year, Masamichi Yaga, the principal of Tokyo Magic High School, submitted countermeasures to the top management and made holes in the enemy's future plans and layout. However, all of them were rejected by the top management.
The director of spells will have direct jurisdiction over the spellcasters of their respective colleges. All spellcasters are forced to stay put, stay outside the "tent", and are not allowed to enter the subway station at will.
On Halloween in Shibuya, there is a huge flow of people in the subway station. The greater the flow of people, the easier it is for riots to occur. If there is a conflict between the magicians and the curse spirits, as well as the cursers mixed in, if there is a conflict between the three parties, this kind of riot will undoubtedly be destroyed. Magnified exponentially, it is impossible to estimate exactly how severe the losses will be for a while.
Therefore, the best solution is--
"Satoru Gojo can solve everything by himself."
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When he received the news, Yayoi leaned on the backrest of the passenger seat of the auxiliary supervision vehicle, his retinas reflecting the starless sky.
The sky is dark, and under the black sky, the neon lights hanging on the buildings are dazzling.
"...Madam?" the auxiliary supervisor sitting in the driver's seat spoke cautiously.
Yayoi didn't answer, and it took him a while to realize that he was calling him.
Yayoi paused, "Are you calling me?"
"Hi Yi." The assistant supervisor held the steering wheel and looked through the car window, his eyes falling in the direction where Yayoi had been looking just now. In the starless night sky, the brilliance of the stars seemed to have been swallowed up. The billboards erected on the high floors There are circles of neon lights hanging, which are dazzling.
The air fell into silence again, and Yayoi's eyes seemed to return to the dark night sky.
The assistant supervisor was unbearable by the silence and tried to find a topic, "Are you worried about Mr. Gojo?"
Yayoi was stunned for a long time before speaking slowly, "He is very strong. If one party is really going to suffer, it will be someone else who suffers."
"..."
The implication is that there is no need to worry at all, right?
The auxiliary supervisor holding the steering wheel thought with sweat, and could only say in his heart that the wife of the Gojo family was indeed different from ordinary women.
"But it's inevitable to worry." Yayoi added.
The Auxiliary Superintendent didn't understand where she came from.
"Too many people."
Yayoi looked at the blank night sky. It was clear that there were many tall buildings standing underneath, but the sky was always empty and extremely lonely.
She closed her eyes and counted slowly in her mind. She used to count stars while lying on the floor under the eaves with her mother. One star, two stars, three stars. She couldn't count them all. She forgot to count them as she kept counting. I saw so many stars that I fell asleep while counting them.
But there were no stars for her to count.
So she had to count her years.
But she also forgot how long she lived.
Satoru Gojo is twenty-eight and she is twenty-five.
Twenty-five years ago, she did not have Satoru Gojo. Without Satoru Gojo, she would not be able to count the stars, nor would she remember how long she lived.
When he counted to twenty-five, the phone in his pocket vibrated.
Yayoi took out his phone from his pocket and saw the phone screen lighting up.
——Satoru Gojo.
Yayoi slid open the answering page.
"Yayoi." Satoru Gojo's voice was a little calm. Maybe it was too calm, and it was a bit unlike him. Or maybe the voice on his end was very noisy, with a sea of people. Although his cat was very noisy, it was still a person. A cat.
I actually had time to make a phone call at this time.
But if the other party is Satoru Gojo, nothing will be surprising.
Yayoi paused and spoke slowly, "Gojo."
"I suddenly want to see you." Yayoi said.
The voice on the phone was still noisy. Satoru Gojo was silent for a moment amid the noise, and then a very sudden chuckle sounded on the radio.
"I miss you too." Satoru Gojo's voice was deep. After a moment, he muttered again, "We've been married for more than a month, why do you still call me by my last name?"
Yayoi was stunned for a moment. Calling this kind of question naturally became a habit. After more than a month of marriage, she didn't even notice anything was wrong.
Habits are a terrible force.
"Then let's change it." Yayoi rolled his eyes and said, "Satoru."
Satoru Gojo's voice paused again, and his mood improved obviously. If the occasion hadn't been wrong and his wife wasn't around, he would have been able to hold her and purr on the spot.
"I will solve all the problems immediately and go to you." Satoru Gojo said, "I want to eat cake for supper tonight."
"I'll accompany you." A smile appeared on Yayoi's face, "I'll accompany you no matter what you want to do."
Cake should not be eaten as a late-night snack, but it seems that it is not impossible to indulge occasionally.
"Then~ just wait for your dear husband to come back~"
After being sticky for a while, Satoru Gojo finally put down his phone.
The auxiliary supervisor, who had not eaten since the afternoon, felt very full for no reason. The dog food he had just eaten was too much.
There was completely no sound on the phone. Yayoi turned off the phone screen, stuffed things into his pocket, reached out and opened the storage box under the front window of the car, and pulled out a map.
The map was unfolded in front of his eyes, and the traffic arteries as dense as a spider web came into view.
The assistant supervisor opened his mouth and said blankly, "Madam, are you going to...?"
"There are too many people." Yayoi pulled out a pen from underneath and drew a circle on the side of Exit 2 of Akechi Jingu-mae Station. The pen was red, so red it hurt people's eyes.
The troublesome thing is not just the curse spirits and curse masters, but those people and "accounts" will make things even more troublesome.
The counterfeiter saw through this, so he placed the time and place to seal Satoru Gojo in Shibuya, a place with a huge flow of people.
Mr. Ijichi sent her something. There are currently two "tents" that have fallen in Shibuya. One is the "tent" that covers the entire subway station, trapping ordinary people inside, and the other is inside it. Centered around the Fukutoshin Line platform, there is a "tent" where magicians are prohibited from entering.
The hand holding the pen unconsciously began to exert force, and the tip of the pen poked a hole directly on the map.
"I said I would stay with him until the end."
She didn't want to wait any longer.
Yayoi threw down the pen, unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car. After a dull sound, the door was closed.
At eight o'clock in the evening, there were very few people near Meiji Jingu-mae Station. The main traffic line leading to Shibuya was temporarily blocked. A cordon was put up at the entrance of the subway station to prohibit unauthorized persons from approaching.
The noisy chatter, like the beating of countless leather drums, was huddled on the platform five floors below.
Ordinary people who had originally gathered in the subway station were driven to the Fukutoshin Line platform on the 5th floor underground by an invisible force.
Crunchy——
The tendons and bones were torn, the muscles were torn, and the sudden sound of chewing suddenly sounded on the second underground floor, as if evil spirits in hell were eating.
She's come to the right place.
Yayoi thought.
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