Super Cursed Spirit Knotweed

As time passed, the sun gradually died down, and the remaining sunlight was neither dazzling nor annoying, but it shone warmly on my body.Whether it is visible objects or abstract time, it seems to be infinitely stretched at this moment.The radiance stretched little by little, and finally passed the witch's pointed hat and rested on the window sill of the dilapidated warehouse.

The windows were dirty, and so was the interior of the warehouse.The mild sunlight shone in tolerantly, accompanied by the man's deep voice, illuminating the flying catkins in the air while projecting all the dirt on the glass onto the concrete floor.

Of course, the man on the phone would not be ignored by Guanghua.

The man wearing sunglasses probably has blood from other countries. His short blond hair is rather dull, but it still shines brightly under the sunlight.He is more than 1.8 meters tall with three-dimensional facial features. He is wearing a light gray suit and an ordinary blue shirt with an unusually unruly yellow-spotted tie. When he gets close, he can smell a citrus-like cologne.

Since the opponent's so-called "secret signal" in the fight just now was too real and appropriate, and the most important thing is that Jianren Nanami couldn't feel the pure malice unique to the curse spirit from the opponent, so the man temporarily agreed to a temporary truce and called Gojo Satoru for confirmation.

The moment the phone was connected, he realized that the other side was in a state of blah, and after a brief exchange of information, Qihai Jianren didn't even open his mouth, and after hastily confirming the identity of Knotweed Yujin, he ignored the other side of the phone and continued to babble. Ba's Gojo Satoru decisively pressed the hang up button.

Jianren Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose and explained the general situation to Yuzuhito who was beside him.

"Ah?" Knotabagi Yuhito almost doubted his ears, "Has Wu been listed as a suspect?" He repeated it dubiously and got a little speechless after receiving a positive reply from the other side.

"It seems that someone reported that there were more than two people at that table, saying that the voice was wrong or something..."

"Ah..." Knotabagi Yujin suddenly realized. "Well, it's probably my fault..." He clasped his hands together and explained in a low voice, "I'm really sorry! I didn't expect that someone would hear me, but no one would have thought of such a thing as a homicide, so please don't Blame me too much..."

Jianren Qihai, who didn't want to get too entangled in the incident that happened, interrupted: "Since there is someone to guarantee, I will give you the minimum level of trust."

"Then first..."

"I know!" Knotabagi Yuhito raised his hand as if he had been waiting for a long time and replied, "First of all, introduce yourself, right?"

Knotaba Yuhito jumped to the top of the stacked cardboard boxes. He first felt the difference in height between the two of them, and kicked a low box away as if he was not satisfied.

Jianren Qihai looked at the palm-sized curse spirit on the opposite side and nodded smugly after confirming that his eyesight was about ten centimeters shorter than his own.

"It's the first time we meet, I'm Knotweed Yuren." On the opposite side, Manu Ling pressed his hands tightly to the non-existent trouser line and bowed slightly to him, even if he didn't get a response for a while, he still looked calm.

"...Nice meeting," the blond man replied, "My name is Jianren Qihai."

"Seven Seas (Nana Ming)!"

"..."

Jianren Qihai felt as if he was talking to Gojo Satoru, and he sighed in his heart that he was indeed the person he liked, and then the blond man with three to seven points of hair pushed his glasses habitually.Nanami Kento ignored Knotabagi Yuhito who blinked and blinked and tried to get himself to admit the title, and tried to bring the topic to the real thing.

"According to the information from the auxiliary supervision investigation, this time the first-level curse spirit may have originated from two years ago..."

In July 2016, a vicious wounding incident occurred in Kanagawa.After being fired from a shelter for the disabled, employees of a shelter for the disabled sneaked into the facility in the early morning of a certain day in July, killing 7 people and injuring 19 others.

The hardware facilities of the shelter where the case occurred were very good, and it was aimed at people with physical or mental defects who were unable to work.After the murderer was arrested, he claimed that the relatively flat economic development trend is due to the waste of social resources by these people. If this group of people disappears, the fatigue of today's society can be improved...

Nonsense, nonsense, but there are countless people on the Internet who think he is reasonable, and there are even imitators a few months later.

The diary that Yuzu Yuhito accidentally discovered was from the victim of the impersonator.

The owner of the diary is not the child in the imagination of Polygonum cuspidatum, but an adult over 20 years old. The diary records the scene where he and his mother made special pearl cheese burst taiyaki together after his coming-of-age ceremony.

Knotabagi Youroto listened to all this in silence, clenching his teeth tightly, the muscles of his cheeks heaved together, and the arms hanging on both sides of his body were trembling with force.

Jianren Qihai did not ignore the emotional fluctuations of the knotweed. At this time, the eyebrows of the knotweed were tightly knit together, and even the blue veins on his forehead were clearly discernible.The eyes, which were already slightly big, were opened so hard that they almost burst open. The yellow diamond-like inorganic eyes and the anger that could be turned into substance and the murderous aura that almost sting the skin, despite the utmost restraint, made him unable to help. It reminds me of Gojo Satoru.

He carefully discerned the other person's expression, and after realizing that he could indeed feel something similar to sadness from the knotweed, his frowning brows stretched upwards.

A curse that genuinely angers and mourns the misfortune of others.Jianren Qihai repeated in his heart.One, empathetic, cursed.

Isn't that just human beings?

Shaking his head secretly, the blond man didn't intend to think about it during working hours.He turned his head and comforted the knotweed who had been motionless since he heard the mission information, and said inconspicuously: "The above is the specific information of this mission. As a temporary partner, please cheer up."

The mantra has no name, but the mantra has certain wisdom.

It was in a daze at first, only knowing that its neck was itchy badly, and its hands were not long enough, so it had to borrow from others.His legs are also different from others, but it is a good mantra. He often asks others if they don’t want their legs. Only the other party defaults to not answering or yells at it, “No! Stay away from me! Help!! " Then he will take it away.

Today he met a man in a monk's robe with a scar on his head, and the man gave him a strangely attractive withered finger.

The mantra took the finger and threw it into his mouth.It remembered that someone had told it to chew slowly, but Mana Ling chewed for a long time without even knocking off a piece of dead skin.

The expression of the man on the opposite side began to become a little subtle. The curse spirit felt that this expression was very familiar. It didn't like the movement of the facial muscles of the man on the opposite side, but it felt that it was not the opponent, so it could only continue biting its fingers angrily.

The curse spirit stared at the man with melancholy eyes, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and then he remembered that someone told him to chew the food 50 times before he could swallow the food.Although he didn't chew the food into pieces, but it's been 50 times earlier, and he won't have a stomachache if he eats it now.

The rough fingers ran down the throat, and the curse spirit needed to hold it hard to prevent the fingers from leaking out of the neck that was almost broken in half.A mantra has no stomach, not just a stomach, it doesn't have any internal organs.

The curse spirit is a compound curse in which a certain child is the main body and multiple unlucky ones coexist.He has too many synthetic materials, everyone has something different in different aspects, plus the negative energy BUFF is trying to slow down...

The mantra happens to be a combination of everyone's shortcomings. Not only is it slightly different from others in terms of vision, hearing, speech, body and spirit, but also because of poor control of mantra power, it doesn't even have a human form.

The curse spirit is more like a big lump of humanoid slime, like the product obtained after being accidentally pushed to the ground in middle school manual class, which was originally intended for perfunctory manual work.

It once opened its own neck in front of the full-length mirror of a street shop and looked in. Although the incision was dirty, it was flat like a sliced ​​potato, and even the structure of onions or cabbage was much more complicated than it.But there are gains and losses, so it found a young lady who can see itself, hehe.

The curse spirit touched his belly, there was a huge amount of energy in the finger that had just been eaten, and just a small part of it spread out, which made his face glow red, his face radiant, and his stomach full of fat.

The curse spirit, who had swollen a lot in the physical sense, turned his head and looked at the man across from him, and regretfully realized that although he had become stronger and smarter, he still couldn't beat the man in front of him.

Curse Spirit quickly abandoned the unrealistic plan of revenge, and compared the growth brought by his fingers, he was still a little excited.

I have become so smart, so smart!

You must be able to remember who "someone" is right away.

The man in the monk robe didn't care about the little thought of the mantra spirit. He felt that he was patient enough for a one-time consumable, and other services needed to be paid separately.

The man bewitched, you can be more arrogant today, you can do anything, after all you are so strong.

When Manu Ling slapped his thigh, that's not right!

Extreme joy begets sorrow can probably be regarded as the most reasonable saying and the truth between curses for the curse spirit.The overly excited mantra directly slapped off the leg that had not been put on for a long time.

Looking at the white leg bones and the oxidized reddish-yellowish-grey cross-section with a regretful face, the curse spirit kept muttering, this leg is his favorite in terms of length and shape. one of.

Seeing the decline of the mantra spirit, the man in the monk robe suggested that the old one would not go and the new one would not come, so we hurried to replace it with a new one.

Manu Ling remembered the trampled diary that he saw in an abandoned warehouse that he liked earlier today. Although he didn't know who the diary belonged to, Manu Ling felt that it must be the person who wrote the diary The soul mate of the two, because many of the thinking of the two coincide.

The owner of the diary is as important as "someone".

——It must let the human beings who step on it to make love with the small book die badly.

Curse Spirit thought, and followed his intuition to the gate of Sato Sakura High School in Kanagawa Prefecture, carefully looking for the human being wearing its future thigh.