[Spell Return] Beast of Despair

19.

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

He didn't know what he heard.The words that fell on my ears were like rustling noises, noisy and chaotic.It wasn't until he was gently pushed on the shoulder that Yezhi realized that the doctor had already said a lot.

"Miss Yae, are you listening?"

He was at a loss for a moment, only feeling that his mind was empty.She didn't leave a word of the words that brushed past her ears, but she still nodded, even though she didn't listen carefully from the beginning to the end.She just kept looking out the door.

The slightly open gap had already closed, just as the doctor noticed that the door was not closed properly.This also means that she will never see that gaze again.

Slightly shocked, sad, sad, but still loving eyes.

She doesn't want to see it now.

Trying to regain her scattered attention, she heard the doctor tell her that the examination here is over, and she should go to another consulting room to continue the examination—but it is no longer a surgical examination.

Maybe that's a good thing.

With that in mind, he picked up the clothes on the chair.The chair was placed under the air conditioner, just at the angle where the warm air blows out, and it dyed her clothes with an extra warm touch.But her hands were trembling, and she couldn't figure out why it became like this.

The clothes that were taken off slowly were put on slowly, and the excessively long dry hair was pressed under the collar by one piece of clothing after another, and pressed against her back, rubbing against her back, causing an uncomfortable feeling.

Shizhi silently endured this faint but unignorable subtle strangeness until he put on the last coat, then he gathered up his long hair and pulled out these useless proteins from the collar.

Before she knew it, her hair seemed to have grown very long, but until today, she hadn't paid attention to this kind of thing.

She tugged on the heavy hat decorated with fox fur, and her eyes drifted to the scissors on the table as if inadvertently.

This is just a very ordinary pair of metal scissors, exactly the same as the scissors of the House of Yes, and the ring has the same black matte texture.The knife edge is very sharp, glowing clean silver, it must be a pair of sharp scissors that can cut through anything.

She felt the doctor's eyes rest on her for a moment.

What kind of emotion was hidden in the doctor's eyes, but I couldn't see it for a while. I only knew that she immediately covered the scissors with her palm, opened the drawer, and put the scissors away calmly.

"If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to finish all the testing items today."

When handing over the case card and test sheet, the doctor kindly told her so.

Yeszhi nodded slightly and walked out of the consulting room.The doctor opened the door for her.

The door opened slightly a crack.In a daze, it seemed that he saw his eyes again, but in fact he didn't.

Gojo Satoru wasn't standing outside the door - he was sitting on a chair not far away.

The metallic chair looked cold, but he looked leisurely.Obviously, he didn't want to hide the fact that he came here.

He didn't say why he came here, he just stood up humming a tune that was completely out of tune, followed behind Ye Zhi, and accompanied her to the next consultation room.

He held a small brown paper bag in his hand, and he kept taking something out of it and throwing it into his mouth.While waiting for the blood test report to come out, Shizhi glanced at the paper bag, but unfortunately he couldn't see what was inside.

"It's chocolate." He should have noticed Yezhi's gaze, and Gojo Satoru handed the paper bag in front of her, "Do you want to eat it?"

Yezhi didn't speak, and the hanging hair was isolated from each other, and this was her answer.

The doctor was also wrong.She told Shizhi that if she didn't hurry up, she wouldn't be able to complete all the inspections within today.It is because I feel that I have carried out every action fast enough, but there are still some projects left that have not been completed.

It could also be that she came too late, or was still moving too slowly.

Fortunately, this is not something irreversible.The rest of the projects can be left to other time to do, there is no need to rush.That being the case, there is no need to stay in this place angrily.

After smelling the smell of disinfectant in the hospital for a long time, I suspected that my blood would turn into transparent disinfectant.She didn't want to stay here any longer, she just wanted to go back quickly.

Gojo Satoru crumpled up the empty paper bag, threw it far away into the trash can at the corner, and walked beside her.

"I'll take you home," he said. "I have nothing to do right now."

Mingming said two days ago that he was too busy to come to the hospital.

Thinking so, maybe she has no way to judge which sentence Gojo Satoru said is true and which is false.She could only assume that every word he said was the tangible truth.

So she can only say——

"It's so relaxing, you."

20.

—January 2018, Katsushika Ward, low-rent apartment—

Drop the parka on the ground.Sweaters and cotton skirts, too, piled crumpled on top of coats.Her clothes seemed to still smell of unpleasant disinfectant, obviously she had been out of the hospital for several hours.

There is no air-conditioning in the bathroom of the low-rent apartment, and only the cold wind in the deep winter of January blows her naked body.

Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself trembling uncontrollably. She didn't know whether the cause of the trembling was seeing the mutilated human figure, or because the wind was too cold.

But she knew why she wanted to look at herself—because she wanted to look at herself well.

Such motives and reasons sound like tongue twisters.Only she knows how long she hasn't had a good look at herself.

The doctor looked at her body so seriously, but she never had the guts to do the same.How ridiculous.

What was reflected in the mirror was a thin human figure, with long hair hanging down covering the shoulders, and a thin layer of skin wrapped around the skeleton, glowing pale.The wounds of the past have become bare and ugly, and it seems that they can still feel the pain of being torn apart.

She is usually covered by loose clothing, so it's hard to notice, but her torso is actually slightly tilted.This is of course because the mutilated body cannot maintain balance in a completely upright state, so it compromises the status quo in a slightly distorted way.

She felt that she was watching herself.But is it really her that caught the eye?She couldn't find an answer.

I do not want to see.

So ugly.So twisted.

She closed her eyes.

A strand of hair draped over her shoulders slowly fell.Yezhi picked up the hair rope, wrapped one end between his fingers, bit the other end with his teeth, gathered the hair with his palm, and slowly tried to tie the long hair.

Her movements were slow, almost clumsy, all because the remaining right hand was not her dominant hand.She has never been able to get used to letting her right hand do all the movements, even if she only has such an option left now.

Although she moved slowly, she tied up her hair and tied it into a knot.

Then, pick up the scissors.

The same black scissors as on the doctor's desk, with sharp and dry blades.

But it's actually different.

She remembered that her pair of scissors were for the left hand.If you use your right hand, it will definitely not be so sharp.

Despite this thought, she cut it.

21.

—July 2006, Kyoto, in front of the intersection—

"Glass, nitrate, tell me, can the skirt of the school uniform be cut a little shorter?"

While waiting for the red light to turn green, Yezhi was standing in front of a shop window.The transparent glass can only reflect a vague human shape.She stroked the folds of the dark skirt that was almost touching her knees, and asked such a sentence to Yarui Glass beside her.

Nitro, who always wore school trousers, stared at her skirt.

"Should it be possible?" She was a little unsure, "Can't the school uniform be changed at will?"

"It's fine. I think the skirt should be shorter and let the legs show more to look good!"

When Shizhi said this, the eyes of other students from the high school of conjuration around her seemed to glance in her direction—but since there were not many students from the high school of conjuration, this year's There are only five students in the first year of high school, and three fifths of them are members of the Yae family.

It's just a few glances, but he doesn't care at all.But when she noticed that Gojo Satoru's eyes were also on her skirt, she couldn't help but pay attention.

"Huh—the genius of the Wutiao family actually peeked at other people's thighs!" He deliberately said in an extremely disgusted tone, "It's so perverted!"

Gojo Satoru looked indifferent, but raised his hand stiffly, and pressed it hard on her head, also in a very disgusted tone:

"A mere junior, he's so indifferent."

She couldn't bear being called "junior" or "sister" by Gojo Satoru.She was in a hurry,

"We are the same age!"

She defended herself loudly, but was bounced back by Gojo Satoru's nonsense.

"You are only freshman."

"It's been said that we are the same age! To be honest, I'm only a day younger than you! The same age can't be regarded as a junior!"

"You are only freshman."

"...?"

Yezhi suspects that Wujo Satoru has probably become a repeater who can only say such a sentence.But even if it's just the most clumsy and unskilled repetition behavior, it can still explode the anger of yes.

She rubbed her wrists, stretched her ten fingers, and was about to have a good argument with Wujo Wu, but her two younger brothers, who were students of the same grade, grabbed her arms at the same time.

"Don't talk about shortening skirts on the street, sister!"

"Besides, it's the Kyoto sister school exchange meeting in the afternoon. Don't think too much about skirts, sis!"

The two younger brothers, whose faces were pale with fright but their ears were red, tried to persuade her pitifully, but it was no surprise that they failed to change her mind.

It seemed that they were more concerned about the skirt—not that their beloved elder sister was about to have a fight with their beloved senior.

"It was because of the exchange meeting between sister schools in Kyoto that I wanted to shorten the school skirt."

She said so confidently, but the reason didn't seem to be very credible.

Before there was a real credible reason to say, the long red light turned green.The crowd waiting at the intersection dispersed little by little, and slowly migrated towards the pedestrian passage across the street.

Yezhi jumped to the front of the crowd and surpassed everyone.The hot summer wind blew her skirt slightly, and she stepped briskly between the black and white zebra crossings.On the signal light, there is no countdown number yet.But she suddenly stopped, turned around, and said with a smile:

"Because I think my legs are beautiful, so I want to show them off in front of those guys in Kyoto!"