Spell Corrosion

There is also good news that the curse is not here, at least they don't have to fight in the hospital, and they don't have to contact Police Officer Megure to evacuate.But there is also a troublesome place. There are too many cursed filth here. None of them have seen that curse. It is not right to want to distinguish which one is the right one they want to exorcise from the mixed filth. A real thing.

Fortunately, they still have a clue.

"Excuse me, Fujisaki, I came to see you. I heard that you have food poisoning and came to gastric lavage?"

Gojo Satoru, as if he didn't see the handwritten "Hojo" on the door plate, knocked on the door, and went in without waiting for the owner in the ward to open his mouth.Nakahara Nakaya followed behind him, and after Gojo Satoru raised his hand in greeting but showed a surprised expression, he cooperated and held him back, "Sorry, this guy read the wrong house number."

When talking, he nodded to the boy with a wooden face lying on the bed, his gaze swept from the top of the boy's head wearing a peaked cap because of chemotherapy to his bony body, Beijo let him lean quietly on the head of the bed, his deep black eyes were indifferent Looking at the two strangers who broke into the ward suddenly.

This is a scene that can be seen from the perspective of ordinary people, but in the eyes of Nakahara Nakaya and Gojo Satoru, the terminally ill boy is surrounded by a thick black mist, drowning in despair, hatred and other negative emotions Those numb eyes.

"Hey, it's not Fujisaki. I'm sorry, sorry for the interruption." Gojo Satoru followed Chuya's pull and retreated from the ward. After closing the door, the deliberately familiar look disappeared instantly. A kind of filth, but the level of this curse does not seem to be high, at most it is only level two."

"Correct me, it was only level two when I left."

As for the amount of filth, of course there is only one kind.

Hojo let the legs that were hidden under the thin blanket only propped up the blanket shallowly. They were not at all like the legs a boy should have. It should be consistent with his upper body, not only half the muscle thickness of his body.

Reminiscent of Hojo's illness, it is estimated that those legs have been paralyzed for a long time, and only a handful of bones are left under the dual effects of illness and muscle atrophy.

But in Joe Hojo's ward, who couldn't even walk, there was nothing that should exist.

There are no wheelchairs in that ward.

For a child who has just grown up, his mother has died in a car accident, and his father lives alone in an abandoned building to make a living. The nurse must not be able to afford it.Muscle massage|massage is not within the scope of medical treatment. Mr. Hojo is too busy earning money to keep the father and son alive. Naturally, he will not have time to take care of his son in the hospital.As for the person involved, Hojo Let himself, anyone who looks into those eyes can see that the boy doesn't care anymore, not only other people's life and death, but he doesn't even care about his own life and death. Maybe if it wasn't for his current medical condition from Because of his mother's death, Joe Hojo might have opened the window and jumped out of the ward.

Under these conditions, Joe Hojo, who would not walk around and be stained with filth, naturally only had the filth left by the curse he created.

Zhong Yuanzhong also discerned the filthy trajectory along the corridor to the fire exit, "I remember you said that ordinary curse spirits will not leave their birthplace, right?"

"Normally not." Gojo Satoru and Chuya walked down the fire escape together, "Unless... Chuya, let's go faster!"

The two went all the way down the fire escape to the basement floor, and then stopped in front of another stairwell on the basement floor.Gojo Satoru looked up at the bright green sign hanging above the locked iron gate, on which the words "mortuary" were simply and clearly written.

"Hojo Kosuke is dead?" Chuya Nakahara raised his eyebrows.

Just the death of his mother allowed him to give birth to a second-level curse by himself. This second-level curse probably has the strange ability to devour the same kind to improve the level. It is self-evident what impact the death of his father will have on Hojojo , and this influence is likely to have been fed back to the curse itself.

"The filth disappears now, what are you going to do next? Judging from his mental state, Joe Hojo doesn't seem like the type who can survive on his own." He grew up on Leibo Street There are many such people in the Central Plains. In the corners of the dirty slums, there are guys with the same eyes who kill others or are killed every day. "There is only one explanation for him not to die now. He intends to delay Go to hell with the identified murderer."

I just don't know why as an ordinary person, Jean Hojo was not only able to create a curse by himself, but even hid a key point from his calm decision to choose revenge.

If that child is not a curse master who is naturally talented like Junpei, then there must be someone from this world who is guiding him, or in other words, manipulating him.

"Didn't you tell me everything? Let's go find Mr. Suzuki. Well, I'll call first to confirm where Mr. Suzuki is now. If he suddenly wants to go for a drive on the way we go, we may have to make a trip for nothing." gone."

But Gojo Satoru just took out his phone and poked the screen to light up, before he unlocked it, he saw the hot news pushed at a glance.There were three of them, all reporting the same thing.

"Looks like we're running out of time."

[A series of traffic accidents occurred on the wide bridge, the number of casualties has reached 28. ]

[Vehicles on the wide bridge spontaneously ignite, and the fire brigade has rushed to put out the fire. ]

[The fire brigade was involved in a car accident, and the owner of the car that hit the fire truck claimed that his brakes and steering wheel failed. ]

The latest push time was 8 minutes ago, that is, when they just arrived at the third hospital.

Gojo Satoru first called Suzuki's mansion, and it was their housekeeper who answered the phone, but the housekeeper said that Mr. Suzuki had gone to the company for a meeting early in the morning, and he should still be in the meeting now.However, since there is no news about the sudden death of the chairman of the Suzuki Consortium in the pushed news, it seems that the other party is still alive at least for now.

The wide bridge is close to Tokyo Port, and the distance from there to the headquarters of the Suzuki Foundation is much closer than them. Even if the curse spirit can't fly and just runs, they in Kyoto may not be able to catch up.

This kind of situation involving curses is not enough for ordinary people. What the police can do other than help them evacuate the crowd is to guide public opinion. Therefore, Gojo Satoru skipped Officer Megure after thinking about it. Another person.

As for the series of car accidents caused by the curse on the wide bridge, I will explain the situation to Police Officer Megure and ask him to pay more attention. If you are still alive, stay where you are and do not touch the vehicle. If you are fatally injured, you should send it to the hospital. It is impossible to let the injured wait for death directly because of a possible car accident.

After waiting for a few seconds, the other party answered the phone.

"Good afternoon, Yuta, there is an extracurricular teaching task. Huh? Cultural class? I have adjusted the class. I will communicate with Sisina afterwards, so now you call Shangji, and the two of you go to the headquarters of the Suzuki Consortium. We can find The way? If you can’t find it, let Nitta send it to you, and I’ll email you the details later.” Gojo Gojo divided half of the tasks that originally belonged to him to his students in a few words, and finally remembered something, adding Said, "By the way, be careful on the road, don't get into a car accident."

Hearing the name of the person he knew, Nakahara Nakaya, who had already walked to the door of the fire exit, turned his head again, and silently mouthed Gojo Satoru, "As expected of you, the head teacher."