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

"His mind and body seemed to be split into two extremes."

"Spellcaster" is just a profession, Atobe Kagezawa has always believed so firmly to this day.

The young man stood quietly. The bulging console made his figure more slender. The arms on both sides of his body were hanging loosely, and most of his body was covered in a dark cloak.

The same dark hair as Fuheishi'er covered his eyes, and thick shadows blurred his vision.

His body seemed to be still relaxed, but not so comfortable.

In the silent space, the boundaries of time are blurred indefinitely, maybe for a minute, maybe more than that.

Atobe Keizawa took a breath, and the hot and moist gas seemed to slowly escape from his throat.

He knew that he should be angry, but the opening of his senses seemed to be blocked by an extremely strong boulder, and the thin emotions seeping out of the gaps were like a rootless tree, floating up and down but unable to be obtained. support.

"Avoid if you can", in fact he has been doing this for so many years.

Avoid troublesome places and stay away from the sources of complexity. If you want to live a good life, learn to control your emotions and then "ignore" is the most important thing.

Because it had always been like this, even though his beating mind kept reminding him of the abnormality here, his body and heart still took the lead in helping him make the choice of action.

"I should feel angry at this time," he reminded himself, but the belated anger was so unfounded.

"...It doesn't matter if you're not so angry. There's no one else here anyway." The young man murmured to persuade himself that since there was no one else, it didn't matter if he revealed a little bit of 'weirdness'.

"But, Jie, he will definitely not leave here like this." Atobe Kagezawa took a step back, and the pace of preparing to leave stopped again.

It's hard to say what kind of mood he is feeling now. The situation in the laboratory is not like taking Xiaobai away and just doing it casually. The secrets and truth involved here are obviously not what a freshman who has just entered the world of magic can do. can be involved.

But if he just leaves like this, Jie will definitely be disappointed... Satoru will probably feel indifferent, but Glass will also be angry?

Atobe Keizawa subconsciously avoided the possibility that his companions might be disappointed. Giving himself a reason to wade into troubled waters was actually so simple. It could be Xia Youjie's help to the strong and the weak, or it could be Gojo Satoru's divine love. worldly people.

But in any case, choosing to "keep to yourself" is not the ethos that young people should have.

He stretched out his finger and moved the mouse an inch, and the darkened screen lit up again. The experimental data page was not closed. Atobe Keizawa focused his attention on the blood of the "Special Grade Curse Spirit Resentment Girl". On the font marked in red.

Obviously many curse spirits have been born in this laboratory, but no matter what, the special curse spirit is the most special one.

It has only been a year since Atobe Keizawa entered the world of magic. Although he knew that magic families would use magic spirits to test their children, he had never heard of any precedent of raising special-level magic spirits. Spirit, how is this possible?

Especially, where can this thing be hidden?

[My advice is not to have too much curiosity. 】

Atobe Keizawa once again remembered the old middleman's warning, just complete the task, don't do anything else, curiosity is the most undesirable.

If it weren't for the fact that the monitoring device start button on the console is too obvious.

He didn't want to be overactively curious, but obviously pressing down was the way a young man should behave, and it was also what his friends would definitely do.

Even in an unrelated place, he didn't want to be left behind by his friends. Atobe Keizawa gave himself a reason.

He raised his hand and exerted slight force on his outstretched fingertips. The sound of the machine starting up was like the sound of a sickle creaking in the middle of the night. Soon, the dim light around him suddenly brightened.

More than twenty surveillance screens occupied every corner of Atobe Kagezawa's sight. After a short loading period, the real situation was faithfully conveyed to the eyes of the viewer through the eyes of the machine.

"..."

"I see."

"It turns out that the second floor is not a place for experiments."

"It seems that curiosity is really bad."

The young conjurer murmured. He never looked away, but forced himself to lock his eyes on the monitor screen.

The body covered by the cloak trembled instinctively, and it seemed as if a mouthful of dirt was suppressed in his throat, blocking the airway of his violent breathing. The sharp emotions were so vivid that he felt his eyes were heating up.

The change of mood came so unexpectedly, yet surprisingly logically.

The surveillance cameras are all full of human beings, or “human bodies” are more appropriate.

Broken limbs and mutilated bodies, blood flowing into rivers, frozen lives raising their heads and screaming silently, malice everywhere.

This is the paradise of curse spirits.

"Are you watching the experiment monitor?"

A sudden sound sounded, and Atobe Kageze turned his head mechanically. A man in a white coat stood at the door. He seemed not to care about Atobe Kageze's existence at all, let alone that the experiment was exposed.

He just stared at it feverishly, pointed his bony finger at the middle piece and said, "Do you know the hairy prostitute? In Japanese culture, they are monsters who bathe in the blood of virgins and suck the brains of girls."

"Petri dish No. 3, that's what I specially prepared for its birth, a prostitute and a hundred virgins who can kill each other, ah..." The man gasped unbearably, as if he was reaching a climax: "Slowly, slowly, fear will give birth to the cutest treasure..."

"So, is it just for this kind of thing that you have driven one hundred and one lives to a dead end?"

"Tell me, what else do you know about this research laboratory?"

Atobe Keizawa seemed to hear his own voice. It was calm and gentle as usual. He couldn't tell whether it was the long-lost and unfamiliar anger, or some other equally intense emotion, so that his mind and body seemed to be divided into two. Extremely, he told himself that he must control himself, but he couldn't control himself.

"You ask me what I know?" The man looked back in astonishment, and then smiled foolishly: "What do I know? Of course I know everything."

"Where is the Resentful Girl? You have sealed the second floor, but you can't place a special-grade curse spirit there, right?"

"Second floor?" The man showed disgust, as if he thought of something disgusting: "It's just a pigsty there. It was closed and isolated because it was too smelly. It simply polluted my laboratory environment. If we don’t still need these beasts as feed…”

Atobe Keizawa's patience was gradually running out, so he interrupted: "Let me ask you, where is the resentful girl?"

"Are you a conjurer? You must be quite capable to find this place. Breaking into the laboratory without permission is a death penalty." The man talking to himself showed a giving expression, and he said arrogantly: "But as long as you are willing to join... …”

The man's words had no end, and his eyes suddenly widened as if he could not accept the reality. Atobe Kagezawa put his right hand on the handle of the "Liuying" knife, and the sharp blade cut through the night, and his eyes seemed to be stained with ink. , the already deep pupils reflected the swaying blood color like red plums.

His mind and body seemed to be divided into two extremes. He knew clearly that he needed to control himself, but his hand autonomously sent the horizontal knife into the man's heart.