Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"Jie, do you want to try making a wish?"

The car reached the foot of the mountain. Atobe Kagezawa asked the driver to stop and persuaded him to return. The two young conjurers climbed all the way up the mountain road. The mountain wind was very dry. It was the coldest month of winter, but the trees in the mountain were still lush.

"Natsuyou-san, Atobe-san!" The assistant supervisor stood at the end of the winding stone path, waving his hands anxiously. Behind him was the endless lacquered red torii: "Two classmates, you are finally here."

"This is?" Following Xia Youjie's line of sight, one of the well-dressed middle-aged men was pinned down by several police officers. He was wearing valuable clothes but was too thin. He was full of energy at this time. His face was struggling with annoyance.

Another child looked too pale and stood there staring blankly at the middle-aged man.

The auxiliary supervisor smiled wryly and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said: "I came to the shrine to pray. We asked the victim to explain the disaster transfer in his own words online, and also cooperated with the local police. Extra manpower was sent to cordon off the place, but some people still sneaked up."

Xia Youjie frowned and wanted to step forward to question him. Atobe Jingze stepped forward and blocked his path with his shoulders. He grabbed his hand and comforted him: "It's not necessary. Evil people will have their own troubles. Let's solve the curse first." spirit."

"What's going on now?" Atobe Keizawa turned his face to the side of the auxiliary supervisor.

"Yes, yes, we have closed the tent. Ordinary people cannot enter. The top priority is to deal with the cursed spirit first."

The auxiliary supervisor wiped the sweat from his head, took out the document he had prepared and handed it to Atobe Keizawa: "A total of 132 verified ordinary people were involved. Currently, there have been 13 cases caused by prayers, and the victims Without exception, all the petitioners died, but the 132 petitioners themselves..."

The auxiliary supervisor paused for a moment before saying: "They themselves were all unscathed."

"The case has been involved for such a long time, but you are only aware of it now?" Xia Youjie came over and looked through the records together. The longest time span between the petitioner's personal prayer and the accident involving his relative was more than 9 months. .

"Yes, because no abnormalities can be detected in the victims, and the disaster they were wiped out cannot be reflected in them." The assistant supervisor swallowed a mouthful of saliva, with lingering fear.

"It was their relatives who suffered the harm on their behalf, but their relatives did not participate in the prayers. It is difficult for us to connect this case with the prayers."

However, some people like to take photos and tweets after visiting a shrine. Finally, the shrine is located through big data matching of the victim’s kinship and similar things done by related persons in the recent past.

"They are not victims. No one in this world rushes to be victims." Xia Youjie stared at the two men who were crushed by the police and sneered.

Atobe Kageze's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly sighed that he should have cruelly arrested the birthday boy lying on the bed. Before he could react, he heard Xia Youjie change the topic and continue: "Anyway Let’s go in and take a look first, and I’ll leave it to you outside.”

Hearing this, the auxiliary supervisor could only squeeze out an embarrassed expression, and his tone was extremely helpless: "You two must be careful, the situation inside is unclear, and the level of the curse spirit is also uncertain. With our ability, we really can't continue to investigate further. "

"We understand, there are no ordinary people inside, right?" Atobe Jingze asked, but still did not let go of Xia Youjie's hand.

The auxiliary supervisor hurriedly replied: "No, no, everyone has been sent back down the mountain, and the tent has been specifically set up to not allow ordinary people to enter."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Leave it to us next." Atobe Kageze said no more and just dragged Xia Youjie towards the tent.

Stepping into the tent, you are surrounded by a forest that reflects the sky and the sun. The entire shrine and its surrounding areas are shrouded in tents. The chirping of insects and birds has almost completely disappeared, leaving only two magicians stepping on the fallen leaves. There was a rustling sound, and the space seemed particularly empty and silent.

According to legend, "Torii" is a barrier used to distinguish the divine realm from the secular world. They are known as the "gateway to the divine realm."

The paint-red pillars and beams gradually peeled off, faded and turned yellow, revealing the wooden structure inside. The long torii was hidden in the green dense forest, and it was completely silent, giving it a sense of independence.

But after looking at it for a long time, an inexplicable weirdness came to my mind, sending chills down my spine.

At the end of the torii gate, looking around, you can see simple and old stone lanterns guarding the long shrine on the left and right, and the trees complement each other, and your eyes are filled with the vastness brought by time.

Atobe Keizawa held the "matching" buckle on his chest, and Xia Youjie put his hands in his sleeves. The two of them climbed up the steps along the torii gate and shrine. The surroundings seemed peaceful, but no one dared to really let go. alert.

After a while, Xia Youjie said: "We have come to this point, and we haven't traced even the slightest trace of the magic power."

He glanced around for a week. The green leaves blocked most of his sight, but even if his vision was blocked, the magician's perception was still excellent: "According to what the first petitioner said, he was with his friends. We came here on an adventure together, but we got separated in the mountains due to an accident, and he accidentally broke into the main hall of this shrine."

Atobe Keizawa nodded and continued: "Well, because the surrounding environment was eerie and terrifying, he was so frightened that he hid in the shrine. When he calmed down, he found that he could no longer leave the scope of the shrine, so he panicked and prayed to the gods for blessings. I was safe and sound, and then I achieved the conditions needed to trigger the curse."

"It seems that praying to the so-called 'gods' for your own safety should be the key to passing the level." Xia Youjie smiled, but his eyes were full of ridicule: "The legendary eight million gods in Japan Everyone can pray for blessings, eliminate disasters, and protect the world, but I don’t know what the origin of this thing inside is.”

"The curse spirit is just a monkey calling itself the king or something like that." Keizawa Atobe commented indifferently: "Real gods do not deflect disasters." Although gods do not tend to care about trivial matters in the world, At least the superior beings would not do such vile things.

The main hall of the shrine was in front of them, and the two of them stood at the defeated shrine gate. The word "Guyue" on the obscurely written plaque could still be vaguely made out.

The young magicians in the college have no respect for the so-called place where the gods live. If the gods are spiritual, they will not let the real disaster dove occupy the magpie's nest.

Atobe Kageze held two five-yuan copper coins in front of Xia Youjie's eyes, and asked with a smile: "The coins I exchanged with the driver before I came here, Jie, do you want to come and try to make a wish?"