Chapter 138 Shibuya (5)
Shibuya Subway Station
At 9:40 pm, Yayoi noticed that one of the "tents" left outside had disappeared.
Her intuition told her that it was her brother and the conjurer who stayed outside the "tent" who did it.
There are four "tents" falling one after another. Excluding the "tents" that trap ordinary people and the "tents" that restrict the movement of magicians, half of the number of "tents" are for trapping people. Tailor-made by Satoru Gojo.
Yayoi blinked and looked helplessly at the big white cat in her arms. The cat's pale blue eyes flickered with delicate blue light in the dim corridor.
"You really offended a terrible person." Yayoi said helplessly.
Satoru Gojo blinked his eyes, unable to hide the upward curve of the corners of his mouth. Not only did he not feel any guilt for offending anyone, he was openly carried forward by his wife and princess, without even the slightest bit of shame.
Satoru Gojo snorted twice, pouted, and told Yayoi that he was wronged. He was just a sweet-loving kitten with a simple mind. How could a simple kitten offend people? It must be that the people outside are too bad.
"I'm just a little kitten~" The overly large cat raised his hand in his wife's arms, clenched his palm loosely into a fist, and made a cat paw gesture.
The beautiful pale blue eyes kept blinking in the dimly lit corridor, and the frowned brows looked aggrieved.
Yayoi was struck with an arrow in his heart.
How could a simple-minded kitten know that the Twolegs outside were so evil? I actually thought about putting the cat in a dirty and dark cat cage.
So Yayoi decisively bumped the cat onto him, hugged the cat and continued moving forward.
There is no doubt that the guy who left the "account" is a master with very good methods and skills. Judging from the methods of these "accounts" alone, it is similar to the "account" used by the curse master when he invaded the high school at the exchange meeting. The maker is definitely the same person.
Even Satoru Gojo had to admire such a clever "tent". He added "restraint" to the original "tent" to form a trust-style "tent". In terms of this level of barrier technique alone, in this era It is estimated that not many people will use it.
Just being brave enough to plot against him in this way, excluding personal emotions, this person's courage and strategy are indeed the most troublesome among all the enemies Satoru Gojo has ever seen.
The other party was surprisingly familiar with his techniques and abilities, but it was not impossible. The unlimited technique is the ancestral technique of the Gojo family. Although the ancestral technique is powerful, it also has certain drawbacks, that is, it is too old. The technique is so amazing and powerful that the six-eyed people who have inherited the unlimited technique in the past are almost assumed to be the ones who stand at the pinnacle of the magic world. Even if a successor appears after hundreds of years, they are still circled. Insiders are widely concerned.
As one of the three royal families, the Gojo family has a reason to attract people's attention. It is recorded that the family of Rokugan, who inherited the unlimited technique, has a lot of books. It is not impossible for the information on the technique to be leaked.
To be brave enough to plot against him in this way requires not only great courage and sufficient information on the six-eye technique, but also a very good understanding of him.
"Yayoi~" Satoru Gojo spoke slowly with a long tail tone, not even aware of the nervousness that he might have been secretly paying attention to for twenty-eight years, "This person seems to have been paying attention to me for a long time."
Yayoi paused and tilted the giant coquettish white cat upwards, "Aren't you always being noticed?"
"That's right~" Satoru Gojo chuckled, stretched out his hands and put his arms around his wife's neck. Even if he was held by Yayoi, it couldn't change the fact that he was much bigger and better than Yayoi. Fortunately, he was born with the same height. It was only because of Yayoi's incredible strength that he could pick him up so easily and run wildly as if nothing had happened.
"Maybe I've been paying attention to him since I was born."
Holding Yayoi's shoulder with his palm, Satoru Gojo, who was huddled in his wife's arms, reached out and wrapped his fingers around a strand of red hair falling on his chest. He turned his fingers, and the red hair circled around his white fingers. Turning around and around, twisting around the fingers.
Yayoi paused in his movements and held the giant white cat in the corridor for a while, stunned.
Yayoi thought seriously for a moment, and finally came to a solemn conclusion, "This kind of person must be killed immediately."
My wife's expression was more serious than ever, and a little ferocious.
Satoru Gojo blinked, and the red hair wrapped around his fingers was as bright as a red rose.
"You are my only cat." Yayoi said.
The person who secretly spied on her cat behind her back must be a pervert, and the pervert must be beaten to death.
His heart skipped a beat, and Satoru Gojo covered his chest. Through the dense blood vessels and tight muscles, he could still feel the organs underneath beating desperately in his palms.
He was so handsome by his wife again.
Whose red-haired boy is this handsome? Oh, it belongs to his family.
Yayoi looked at the big white cat in her arms and purred comfortably. The expression on her face also showed a bit of comfort. If the situation and occasion weren't wrong, Yayoi felt that he had to be like other cats. He opened his soft belly to her.
Yayoi thought for a while, put Satoru Gojo on the ground, and suddenly left the white cat in the arms of his wife, Princess. After a moment of pause, Maomao tilted his head and looked at his wife.
Her cheek was suddenly held by a warm hand, clear amber suddenly hit her face, and her warm breath fell on her lips.
Yayoi stood on tiptoes and tried to increase her height.
Tender and delicious, he suddenly thought of the ice cream that melted little by little in his mouth in summer, and the sweet taste filled his entire mouth along his taste buds.
It felt good to have their breaths intertwined together. From this distance, I could still smell the smell of her hair. Every strand of hair exuded a sweet smell that filled my heart and soul.
The sound of an organ pacing in the chest could be clearly heard in the silence. The cold, cursed atmosphere that filled the corridor seemed to have completely receded, leaving only the warm feeling in his arms.
Love is a curse.
He was always clear.
The one who casts the curse and the one who is cursed will be cursed, and the one who loves and the one who is loved will also be cursed.
The indescribable curse spreads along the bloodline and towards the heart, seeps into the bloodline all over the body, and is carved into the deepest part of the soul, connecting everything together and entangled. He likes this kind of curse very much, likes it as if Something is swelling in the soul and is about to break through this body.
Whether it is before or after marriage, whether it is a kiss or something more intimate, the active party is always Satoru Gojo. Yayoi is very dull in many places. He doesn’t even know anything about the intimate actions between husband and wife at the beginning, and he has no understanding of men. Very little is known about this creature, and it is almost always taken away by him.
The kiss didn't last long, but it was already a big improvement for Yayoi.
The other person's warmth was still on his lips, and Yayoi's cheeks were red after kissing him. In the silent darkness, his eyelashes raised and then fell.
Satoru Gojo lowered his head and looked at him quietly. In the silent corridor, his breathing was particularly quiet and clear.
Yayoi bit her moist lips, and an organ in her chest was beating wildly. For the first time, she discovered that actively kissing her husband was such a fatal thing, and her tongue seemed to be unable to obey anyone's orders.
It took her a lot of effort to straighten her tongue, "This is insurance."
Satoru Gojo lowered his head and put his forehead against hers. His soft silver-white hair swept between the eyebrows, eyelids, and the bridge of the nose, and his hot breath fell on her lips.
He bit her lips gently, picked up her soft lips and rubbed them together, lingering for a while as if tasting delicious food before speaking in a hoarse voice, "This is also insurance."
The two people were so close that when they spoke, their voices seemed to ring in their ears.
Yayoi's rationality has flown to an unknown corner, and it's not in his head anyway.
The temperature in the corridor suddenly rose, and the air was boiling hot, making a sizzling sound. The strong curse smell was like the flood rolling down from the gate when the flood gate was released, roaring all the way from the other side of the corridor.
"Five - Article - Enlightenment!"
The vigorous flames surged forward with a sharp roar, the surrounding walls were burned hot, and the bright firelight hit the flat stone bricks.
The dangerous volcano-headed curse spirit is carrying raging flames, and its ferocious one eye seems to be about to pop out of its huge eye socket.
Just looking at this look, if this Volcano Head were a person, Yayoi would have to suspect that Satoru Gojo owed the Volcano Head a huge sum of money and had not repaid it.
What have you done to others? Let people hate you to the extent that they rush over to you even though they know they can't beat you.
Yayoi stared blankly at her husband, who was yawning with a bored look on his face. He noticed his wife's strange gaze and turned around, just as she hit her forehead and her head collapsed.
Yayoi was stunned because her head had collapsed for no reason. Her forehead didn't hurt, but Satoru Gojo still rubbed her gently, rubbed it a few times and kissed her.
Liuhu: "..."
I'm so excited! This special code can no longer be underestimated! This special code is insulting... Bah, curse spirit! !
Satoru Gojo is no longer a shark today, he is a cursed spirit in vain! !
Satoru Gojo, who was holding his wife with one arm and looking very frivolous in his expression and posture, finally condescended to take out his hand from his pocket, which was a hand sealed with seals.
"The field expands and infinite space exists."
You are not the only one who wants to kill the other person.
His pale blue eyes were as cold as the sky covered in ice and snow.
The raging flames were swallowed up completely in an instant, just like when a celestial body collapsed, it lost its gravitational pull and was repeatedly compressed, finally forming an ultra-high-density gravitational field. The debris left behind after the stars shattered together with the light wandering around. They were also swallowed up completely.
Overwhelming domain advantage.
Satoru Gojo did not give Leko another chance to play tricks this time, and defeated the opponent in the most violent and direct way.
The flowing time seems to have been pressed on the pause button, the undulating dust particles are stagnant in the air, and the twisted light is like hanging spider silk.
Everything exists, and it seems to be still in nothingness.
Being given everything and deprived of everything at the same time.
——"Infinite Space"
The collapsed body was like a weathered stone statue, cracking bit by bit. In an instant, it collapsed into dust and became one of the thousands of dust in this world.
The magnificent pale blue pupils in the field of vision are like the beautiful aurora scattered in the sky, distant and ancient, something that humans cannot touch.
The special-grade curse spirit, born out of human beings' fear of the earth, widened his one eye, and his gaze seemed clear and dull.
The collapsed body was dissipated in the burning spell.
"Infinite Space" is lifted.
Satoru Gojo put down his hand, and suddenly felt a hand put into his pocket and fumbled for a few times, and then the mobile phone in his pocket was taken away.
Yayoi took Satoru Gojo's cell phone.
Her own mobile phone, which she had just bought a few days ago, was killed in the battle with the Cyborg.
The screen lit up in the dimly lit corridor, illuminating the faces of the two people. There was still no signal on the mobile phone. A mobile phone without signal could not communicate normally. Although the "tent" prohibiting the entry of the conjurer was lifted, the other three This "account" is obviously still in effect.
Yayoi grabbed two handfuls of his red hair and said, "It would be nice if there was a technique that could be used to communicate."
When modern communication tools cannot be used normally, information exchange can only rely on the most primitive manpower. Before she came in, many auxiliary supervisors from the "window" had entered the "account", and Ijichi was outside the "account". I am so busy that I wish I could have more hands and more mouths.
"The crow is very useful, but it can only be used for surveillance." Satoru Gojo said, "Let her improve it later and try to see if the crow can send messages."
"Don't make things difficult for others." Yayoi stuffed the phone back into Satoru Gojo's pocket.
Sharing vision with a crow is already a very difficult task, and you are actually trying to make someone else's crow speak human language.
Satoru Gojo, who likes to force others to do things difficult for him, was in a very good mood, with little flowers of happiness floating all over his body. Yayoi subconsciously thought of the purring and coquettish cat.
Not long after the irrelevant chat ended, several rapid footsteps were heard in the dark corridor. Yayoi instinctively grabbed Satoru Gojo's hand and pulled him behind him.
The tall white cat frowned and stayed behind his wife obediently.
There were a lot of people coming, and the visual reaction of the spell power on their bodies was at the level of ordinary people, but they all seemed to be carrying something else.
The panic-stricken people were walking with rapid footsteps. When they saw the man and woman in front of them, they were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes fell on the white-haired man behind the red-haired woman.
The silver-white hair was like mercury flowing in the dim corridor, and the pale blue eyes felt inexplicably cold at this moment.
If someone looked at those eyes of the sky at this time, they would find that these eyes were as cold as eternal glaciers, silently filled with fog-like coldness.
Several people on the opposite side shrank, but one of them, as if invisible, squeezed forward with surprise on his face, "You are Satoru Gojo, right?"
Satoru Gojo noticed that Yayoi's hand tightened on him, and subconsciously hid himself a little tighter behind his back.
"Please save us! There is a monster, a very scary monster!" the other party shouted, and his voice echoed in the corridor.
Someone wanted to come over and hold Satoru Gojo's hand, but Yayoi grabbed him by the collar and threw him aside.
The man who was thrown away became angry for a moment, and he yelled like a frightened beast, "Why?! Aren't you supposed to save us?!"
Pairs of eyes were fixed on Yayoi, the leaking gaze cutting into her like a knife, but they did not dare to openly reveal their malice, like a snake wandering in the corner at night, rustling when the moonlight fell. Whisperingly hiding in the shadows.
Yayoi lowered her eyes and did not offer any rebuttal or explanation. She listened quietly to their questioning and roaring. The brief silence made them think that she was scared, and they began to question her more fiercely, asking her sharply in a high-pitched voice. Even abusive.
His pale blue gaze almost turned into ice. Just when he was about to make a move, Satoru Gojo noticed that the hand holding his wrist was motionless, as solid as cast iron.
"Who asked you to come to Satoru Gojo?" Yayoi said, his voice as cold as ice.
Several people were like ducks that had their necks strangled at the same time. They lost their voices and even tried to dodge their eyes.
After a moment of silence, one of them pushed aside the people next to him and ran to Yayoi, trying to push her away from Satoru Gojo, but she grabbed her collar and threw her to the ground.
Yayoi raised her foot and kicked him aside, "Speak properly and don't come up."
Satoru Gojo raised his eyebrows, and the gaze in his eyes gradually slowed down.
"I ask again, who asked you to come to Satoru Gojo?"
Yayoi looked at the embarrassed guys coldly.
"..."
"..."
Yayoi said coldly: "If you don't speak, I will let you die here now."
The temperature of the air dropped to freezing point in an instant, and the blood in the veins seemed to solidify at this moment.
His wife had a cold look on her face, almost saying "I'm super fierce, I can really kill people" on her face. Satoru Gojo couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
Everyone was puzzled by his sudden smile.
Satoru Gojo raised his hand, put his palm on the top of Yayoi's hair and touched it for a few times, and his tense aura subsided in an instant.
After several people noticed that Yayoi's attitude had softened, they couldn't wait to speak, "Please come with us, Mr. Gojo! Let the people who came to you tell us to take you there! Otherwise we will all die! Please save us !”
Satoru Gojo put his hand to his mouth and said haha in an extremely casual manner, "What did they do to you?"
"Monsters, curse!" The voice that answered was trembling, "There are monsters! So many monsters! The monsters killed everyone! He...that person said let us come to you! Otherwise everyone will die!" "
"Please! Please save me! I don't want to die!" one of them cried, rolling up the sleeves on his hands, revealing black spells intertwined like thorns, "He planted seeds for everyone. Cursed!"
Satoru Gojo stepped forward, lowered his head, and took a cursory glance at the curse on the opponent's arm. He found that this thing was a timed curse. If it is not lifted within a certain time range, the people here will die when the curse breaks out. .
"Well, wife, let's go take a look, what do you think?" He turned around and asked Yayoi for his opinion.
After hearing this, several people focused their attention on Yayoi.
Yayoi paused and frowned, "Let's go take a look first."
Several people breathed a sigh of relief and began to approach Satoru Gojo cautiously.
Yayoi's brows are about to turn into a knot. Objectively, she knows that these people are all victims. When their lives are threatened, they will instinctively panic, fear, and tremble. This is all understandable. Even if the other party revealed the reason why he came to Satoru Gojo, and the person hiding behind the scenes did not hide his purpose of coming to Satoru Gojo, she still felt that something was wrong.
The strong sense of disobedience still lingers in my heart.
From the beginning to the end, Yayoi knew that the other party's purpose was to seal Satoru Gojo.
Regarding the equipment used to seal Satoru Gojo, even Choso and Yukokichi do not know. The mastermind behind the scenes did a very good job in keeping this secret.
The thing that can seal Satoru Gojo won't be a third-rate magic tool.
Yayoi paused and found that several people were cautiously approaching Satoru Gojo. Even though he knew that neither of them were easy people to get along with, he still persisted in getting closer.
Yayoi's eyes paused for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat.
"five……"
She reached out to him, wanting to take his hand.
The expression of someone in the crowd changed and became fierce, like a wild wolf forced to the edge of a cliff. He opened his arms and rushed towards Yayoi.
With a 'click' sound, a square wrapped in layers of cloth fell out from one of the people.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Several people rushed over and locked Yayoi's movements with their hands. He cried loudly and apologized loudly. The heartbreaking voice echoed in Yayoi's ears, "I don't want to die, and I don't want to die either. There is no way, if not...that person...that person will kill us!"
The thorn-like spell on the arm seemed to be injected with life amidst the cries, spreading from the host to Yayoi's body, like a climbing parasitic plant.
He instinctively reached out to her, trying to pull her to him.
It was a distance that he could reach with his hand, but it gave him the feeling that he would never be able to reach it.
The pale blue eyes reflected the red-haired woman squeezed in the middle, as well as the curse spreading on her body, making her tremble uncontrollably.
"Prison Gate, open the door."
In the empty tunnel, the sound came like a soft murmur in the ears.
The opened curse opened a huge one eye, and the huge pupil reflected the white-haired man whose expression changed drastically.
He stretched out his hand towards her with all his strength. Her hand was obviously close at hand, but it seemed that she could never touch it.
Something unexpected happened again at this time, and the curse that disappeared grew out of his body, locking the white-haired man in place.
Satoru Gojo's eyes widened as he watched the black curse spread all the way to Yayoi's body. The red-haired woman surrounded by the curse and humans melted before his eyes like foam in the sea.
He opened his mouth, and there was a beast hiding in his body. It seemed that it was about to roar the next moment, but the moment he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
The vocal cords seem to have lost their ability to produce sounds.
His vocal cords were unable to scream, and his body was unable to move even a fraction of a second.
Satoru Gojo's pupils contracted violently, and scarlet bloodshot threads covered the entire eyeball like spider webs.
"Don't worry, she was just moved to another place."
In the dim tunnel, dull footsteps could be heard. A man wearing cassocks and a suture on his forehead slowly walked out of the darkness.
"Hi, long time no see, Satoru." The other party narrowed his fox-like eyes, looked down at the man locked in place by the "Prison Gate", and smiled.
…
Outside Shibuya Station
The streets were in a state of depression, and even the wind carried a strange biting coldness.
Yuji Itadori ran wildly on the street, his heart beating violently in his chest.
When passing the viaduct, the wailing sounds of the flood of reformers and ordinary people spread across the bottom of the bridge. Toge Inumaki bought him enough time.
A railing appeared in his sight. He pushed it up with his backhand, turned over and crossed the railing and continued running, leaving the shop and the building behind him.
Yuji Itadori gritted his teeth and quickened the pace of his feet. He had to go quickly.
My sister and teacher are still here...!
His body instinctively turned to the right, and something as thin as a blade grazed his cheek. Yuji Itadori rolled against the ground, turned around and ran away.
After a few hissing sounds, something sharp scraped the air, causing a fierce wind.
Yuji Itadori ran and dodged until the thing rubbed across his cheek, and a scarlet blood line was pulled out. His eyes instinctively followed the thing attacking him, and he finally saw clearly that it was an ice cube or an ice pick.
Yuji Itadori's eyes paused, and he retreated all the way to the door, put his hand on the door, violently removed the heavy metal door, and relied on instinct and intuition to throw the door forward.
Clang——
The huge sound shook the ground, and the sharp ice edges in the sky wrapped around the thrown door. Immediately afterwards, the body was dismembered in mid-air and shattered all over the ground.
A sister-headed monk wearing cassocks and monk robes stood opposite, looking at Yuji Itadori calmly.
All the muscles in Yuji Itadori's body tensed up in an instant.
The next moment, my sister raised her head and raised her hands. The sound was like sharp wooden boards hitting each other. A coldness that penetrated the heart and soul spread in the air, and the moisture in the air condensed into countless ice.
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The author has something to say:
Shibuya has a role of an uncle (Whispers of the Devil jpg.)
The cat was locked in the cat box. In order to take away the prison gate, Naohua moved the little red hair away, because Naohua knew that if the little red hair was here, he could not take away the cat box with the cat in it, and he would get furious. The owner of the red-haired breeder gave him a severe beating.
It’s really HE, really, I’ve even thought of their baby’s name.
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