[Spell Return] Beast of Despair

16.

—January 2018, Tokyo, the second floor of the East Building of the hospital—

"Take off your clothes and check for disabilities first."

The older female doctor issued such an order.

Shizhi put down his crutches, sat on the white bed, and slowly took off his coat little by little.

Her movements are really slow, but it's not because she feels ashamed of "being seen by others" or anything else, it's just that she only has one hand left, so all the movements she makes are slow. It just takes double the time.

First it was a heavy parka, which she put on the back of an empty chair after she took it off.Then there was the rough sweater, crumpled up and casually placed on the side.Then, there was the ankle-length cotton skirt, and the mutilated body was exposed naked to the [-]-degree air-conditioning wind in the consulting room.

It is neither cold nor warm.She just sat on the edge of the bed, letting the doctor's old and rough palms brush over the cold skin and press on the ugly wound. For some reason, she felt nothing, as if only her body was sitting here, and her mind and soul had already It has already flown away.

There was a very soft "click" from the door.Yezhi originally didn't want to pay attention to this little anomaly, but he still raised his head and looked in the direction of the door.

The door, which had been tightly closed before, opened a small crack, maybe she didn't close it just now.It is also possible that she closed it, but Wujo Satoru opened it.

Because at the moment he is standing outside the door.

Through this gap, they stared at each other, but seemed to be separated by a long distance.

The warm air-conditioning wind blowing from the consulting room hit Gojo Satoru's face, he saw that Shizhi's thin and slender body like a piece of paper trembled suddenly, his pale face completely lost all blood.She gasped for breath, but couldn't stop shaking.

It was like being dragged into a cold deep pool——his gaze was the cold deep pool.

Gojo Satoru saw her pale lips trembling slightly, and said to him silently:

"Dont look at me."

17.

—January 2010, 1, Tokyo, Inugami Shrine—

"Absolutely no peeking in advance!"

So Zhi hid the magic lottery he had just drawn in the palm of his hand, and before he opened it, he couldn't wait to warn Wujou like this.

Gojo Satoru really wanted to laugh at such a serious exhortation.He patted Yeshi's head lightly, and said nonchalantly, "I don't believe in this thing."

In other words, he didn't have a peek at what kind of lottery he got.

However, even though he said that he didn't believe in divine lottery, Gojo Satoru still drew a lottery, and what he got was a lucky sign. I don't know if it can be considered lucky.

"It's true to say so, but I just think you will peek." It was extremely stubborn.

"You are prejudiced."

"Well, I don't deny this, who gave you the six eyes that can see everything, it's better to be more vigilant." Shizhi slightly let go of the hand holding the signature, "Okay, I'm going to dismantle it now." Open it up and see."

Slowly unwrapping the triangular signature, Gojo Satoru, who was curious about the result, took a closer look.

"Big murder" - these are the most conspicuous two words.

It's a bit too unlucky to actually get a big lucky lottery on New Year's Day.Yezhi curled his lips helplessly, didn't say anything, just continued to read.

The inscription written on this divine signature is a poem of unknown meaning.

"The golden lock is buried, and it is full of vitality."

"Hey... what does this mean?" Shizhi rubbed his head blankly, "I don't understand at all."

Gojo Satoru snickered and whispered that she was an idiot.

"Please, when I was a student, my grades in general subjects were higher than yours!" Unconvinced, "Are you ashamed to call me an idiot!"

"It's just that I didn't put my heart into the exam." His tone had a sense of showing off, "Who is like you, who will review before the exam."

"It makes me so angry to say that I'm not serious!"

Yezhi really wanted to grab Wujou by the collar and let him experience the taste of the iron fist, but he couldn't catch him at all, and he slipped away every time.

Too many times, he lost his fighting spirit, dropped his hand in frustration, and ignored him, but Gojo Satoru approached him with a smile on his face.

"Let me see this signature."

He leaned close to Shizhi's side, bent slightly, and the hair brushed Shizhi's ear, leaving a itchy feeling.At such a distance, the shoulder would always touch her unknowingly.

It's intentional to get so close despite having good eyesight.

"Well—I didn't understand either."

This is the conclusion Gojo Satoru came to after staring at the signature for 10 minutes, and he wanted him to experience the taste of the Iron Fist Holy Order even more.

But this time the sanctions failed to materialize—it was interrupted by a sudden phone call.

Gojo Satoru took the dog leash that Shizhi pushed for him, and obediently stayed where she was, watching her go a little further away to answer the phone.At such a distance, Gojo Satoru couldn't hear what she said clearly, and he didn't want to be a guy who eavesdropped on the phone, but a few words and her extraordinarily gentle tone would still sneak into him in the ear.

Since she used a gentle tone, the person on the other end of the phone should be one of her siblings.

"It's all right. Don't worry, I'll be right back. I'll come and help you."

With this sentence as the end, Yuki hung up the phone and trotted back to Gojo Satoru.

"We haven't visited yet," she said.

As soon as I arrived at the shrine, I drew a lottery first, and almost forgot the purpose of this trip.

According to the signpost, they came to the main hall of the shrine, where the stone statue of Inugami is enshrined.Yezhi doesn't know what kind of god Inugami is, but this stone statue looks like a cute dog.

"This Inugami looks a bit like a Shiba Inu."

Yes, he whispered.

"It should be Akita, right?" Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, "It looks very big, Shiba Inu is a small dog."

"Hmm...it seems to be." Shizhi shrugged, "But whether it's an Akita or a Shiba Inu is cute, there's no need to worry about this kind of thing. Well, since the visit is over, let's go back. I still have things to do .”

"what's up?"

Gojo Satoru asked casually, but unexpectedly answered yes.

"Lingyin has encountered a very troublesome curse spirit, and she really can't solve it. I'll go and help her."

Yae Suzune is one of her younger sisters.But not the sister of the same father and mother, but her uncle's daughter.A few years younger than her, she is still studying at the High School of Conjuration.

Gojo Satoru had seen that child.To be honest, he didn't think that child had the talent to become a conjurer, but she seemed to have high hopes for her younger brothers and sisters, so Gojo Satoru never told her such sharp and subjective truths. .

Walk out of the shrine quickly.Ye Zhi wrapped the magic lottery he drew around his fingertips, and suddenly sighed sadly.

"It's really unlucky to get the big murderer..."

she muttered.

Are you still sad about this?Gojo Satoru wanted to laugh a little.

He took away Yezhi's big murder lottery, took out his own lottery from his pocket, and stuffed it into her hand.

"Then let's exchange it and give you my fortune." He said, "Anyway, my luck has always been good."

"What. Are you showing off to me?"

"It's not wrong to think so."

Gojo Satoru showed off again, but this time he was not angry, but was amused by his extraordinarily frank admission.She looked at the lucky lottery that Gojo Satoru had drawn.

Probably because he casually put it in his pocket for a while, the corners of the magic stick were a little curled up, just like a certain lock of his hair today, curled up willfully.I still don't understand the signature written on it.

But it is not important.

She smoothed the corner of the magic stick with her hands, put it in her wallet, and muttered inexplicably:

"Sure enough, I still promise..."

"Ah?" Gojo Satoru leaned down and asked, "What did you say?"

"Pfft..." Shizhi couldn't help covering his mouth and giggling, and asked jokingly, "Are you deaf?"

Gojo Satoru frowned slightly: "Your voice is too soft. So what were you talking about just now?"

Shizhi stopped in his tracks, gently grabbed his sleeve, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously raised a brisk arc for her.

"Gojo Satoru. I agree to your confession."

She has said this sentence many times, but those are just the result of not knowing how to refuse.Only this time, the only time, she watched Gojo Satoru who said "like" to her seriously, and felt the nervous but rapid and joyful heartbeat.

It seemed to hear heavy and solemn music. It turned out to be a shrine dedicated to the gods, which was slowly carried up by the crowd from the end of the straight road.

18.

—In the early morning of August 2015, 8, Tokyo, High School of Magic—

The sound of footsteps echoed in the small space, only Wujo Satoru walked here.At the end of the straight corridor is a small silver door, blocking the smell of disinfectant.

His former classmate, who is now a highly specialized doctor of conjuration, is standing in front of this door, and Gojo Satoru knows that she is waiting for him.

He also knows what happened.Before coming here, he had been told many details.For example, no one survived the conjurer of the Yae family, or his fiancée was seriously injured.

But when Nitzi explained the specific situation to him, he still listened carefully, but with his hands behind his back, he kept turning the plain silver ring on his middle finger.

On the inside of the ring, his and Yeshi's names are engraved.So the name was grinding his fingers.

He came too late.he thinks.

This moment is 24 hours after the accident.

"She woke up a few times during the day, but her state...is very bad. I'm talking about her mental state." Holding the doorknob, Niozi said to him in a deep voice, "Her ptsd reaction was very strong, and we had to use sedatives to calm her down." She calmed down. Do you want to go in? Maybe...I mean maybe, she doesn't want to see you."

But that's just "maybe".

Gojo Satoru stepped into the small white door.

The smell of disinfectant and blood filled Gojo Satoru's nose.What he saw were bloodshot terrified eyes, and a frenzied figure struggling to pull off the hanging needle, letting the blood drip onto the ground. The room was filled with screams.

She is the name engraved on his ring.She always has been.

But not at the moment.

In the broken and hoarse screams, Gojo Satoru heard her say, don't look at her like this.

The author has something to say: "The golden lock is buried, and the vigour is swollen." The sentence comes from Li Yu's "Waves and Sands, The Past Can Only Be Sorrowful"

I have just written eight chapters, so let me sort out the timeline up to now, otherwise it may be very difficult for everyone to read (

Too lazy to type the full name, use the abbreviation. 5 is Gojo Satoru, 8 is Yae

Born on 1989/12 December 5

In 2006, he entered a high school in August, and entered the second year of high school in May.

Confession on November 2009, 11

2010 contacts on January 1, 1

On August 2015, 8, 18 encountered an accident

The main story begins in January 2018