It's a power, not a spell

The color of the sky is like the sunset glow at dusk at this moment, and the light pink petals turn red like blood, swirling and falling from the branches.

Obviously there is no wind.

They heard the terrified screams of the crowd.

"It was born in the domain."

"Birth field?" Unfamiliar nouns.

"To put it simply, it is an area built around it with spell power. After applying the spell, it will become a real area. It can greatly improve its own strength, similar to the "Buff" in the game——Chung Ya Ever played a game? "

"Of course. I said, how long are you going to maintain this position?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." With words of apology in his mouth, he straightened up without showing any apology. The white-haired young man caught a petal casually, crushed it, leaving a trace of color on his fingertips.

"Semi-finished product... It seems that it has just been born. If you leave it alone, it will soon grow to a special grade."

Getting no response from the boy, Gojo Satoru blinked in doubt——

"Hey, what are you still doing in a daze, if you are late again, I won't beg Teacher Ye Moth for you."

"—Enlightenment."

"Isn't there still a lot of time? Jie, you are too nervous."

Gojo Satoru put his arms behind his head indifferently, and the reflection of the person in front of him was reflected on the reflective sunglasses.

It was a teenage boy, his half-length black hair was combed up and tied in a small knot at the back of his head, and the strand that could not be tied fell down randomly on his forehead, his earlobes were thick and full, his face was pitiful, and when he smiled, he was like Pity the Buddha of the world.

That was Gojo Wu's close friend—perhaps it would be more appropriate to add the previous modification—Xia Youjie.

"In that case, I'll take a step first."

The black-haired boy had gotten used to his style, shrugged his shoulders, and turned around to leave.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, before he walked away, he said, "...wait a minute."

"Huh?" Xia Youjie looked back at him suspiciously.

Gojo Satoru, who looked like a boy, grinned.

"I thought I should have a question to ask you, but now I find that there is nothing to say. After all——"

"What?" Xia Youjie was even more puzzled, "Have you become a fool by staying up too late last night? What are you talking about—pfft!?"

"Sorry. But I have more important things to do than chatting with fakes here."

Gojo Satoru, who was gradually turning back into youth, withdrew his hand and looked at the clean skin on his hand. The fingertips had broken the skin, pierced the muscles, and the feeling of wet and greasy liquid left on the hand was still there. Leveling up, the familiar environment around him was instantly shattered like a mirror image.

A spell that makes people fall into a hallucination...?

Interesting.

But since there is no actual lethality to people, there is no need to rush to solve it immediately.

Why don't you take this opportunity and do something interesting.

The raised thumb and forefinger pinched the thin temples of the sunglasses, and gently took them off with force, and the pair of eyes that could see through everything saw Zhongya Zhongya, who had not yet woken up, without any hindrance.

He half-kneeled with one leg beside Zhongya Zhongye, and raised his fingers to point at the boy's forehead.

Relying on the ability of the eyes, Wujo Wu added a limit to the formation of the illusion of the magic spirit.

——"Before ten years old."

For ten years without a trace, where has Zhongyuan Zhong also been living?What else had happened to him?

Terrifying murderous intent, rich combat experience, but with a kind nature.There are too many contradictions in him, Gojo Satoru has been curious for a long time.

Then, what is the memory buried in the deepest part of my heart brought out by the illusion of the curse spirit——

After a brief moment of weightlessness, his feet landed on the hard floor.

Silver-white metal walls, simple and cold design.Overhead is a group of lamps emitting pale light.

"graduate School".

This term appeared in Gojo Wu's mind in an instant, and his good mood immediately fell off a cliff.

He walked forward step by step along the corridor, and the crisp footsteps echoed in the long space.The researcher in a white coat passed him by without looking at him.

Because he is just a ghost-like spectator here.

"Failed again?" The words were obviously doubtful, but they were in a certain tone.Ishida - Gojo Satoru knew his name from the name tag on his chest - took over the other end of the white cloth bag held by Ikeuchi, and together with him carried it to the other end of the corridor. "Which ones are they this time?"

"No. 214, No. 229 and No. 305."

"Eh? Really? Didn't you say that No. 305 is the most likely to succeed?"

"Tch, you listen to their nonsense, and in the end, how can this kind of experiment possibly be successful? That kind of thing—even if it is forced into it, it will only explode like a balloon with the strength of a human body." Chi Nei said disdainfully, "These guys can at least leave a whole body before they make it to that point."

"Ah... that's what I said."

The voice gradually faded away, Gojo Satoru, who passed by them, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the white bag.

Judging from the shape, there are probably three children inside, which are the numbers 214, 229 and 305 in their mouths.

The previous conjecture is now confirmed.It really is a human experiment, and it still uses children as the experimental material...

As we walked further inside, we gradually heard the footsteps of many people walking back and forth.

He sensed the presence of a familiar force.

Gojo Satoru passed through rows of transparent glass containers filled with various rubber tubes.

The lighting in this room was dim, as if he didn't want to disturb his sleep.

He looked up, and with his good eyesight he could see the code engraved on the vessel.

Most of it has been empty, only a trace of dried liquid left on the glass wall, silently telling something.

214...229...

There is still a shallow transparent liquid remaining in these two containers.

Gojo Satoru glanced at it and continued to move forward.

230...250...300...

He walked quickly, and then stopped suddenly at a certain moment.

Turning around, looking down slightly.

Through the thick glass walls, he could see the young children immersed in the liquid.

The much shorter orange hair is suspended in the liquid, the beautiful cobalt blue eyes are closed, and the small face is mostly covered by the breathing mask extending from above.

He fell asleep peacefully.

The oversized white short sleeves kept covering the knees, but exposed half of the shoulders.

There is no doubt that this is the Central Plains Chuya in his childhood.

Gojo Satoru smacked his lips irritably, and then someone entered the door.

The white coats salvaged all the remaining children here from the nutrient solution and took them somewhere.

Of course, Nakahara Nakaya was also taken away.

Gojo Satoru took a step behind and followed the group of guys to an empty room.

Complicated instruments were placed row after row, surrounding the huge central sphere, and Gojo Satoru felt the power strongly again in that sphere.

The power that exists in Zhongye in the Central Plains now.

The experimenter turns on the spherical apparatus, and the segment of memory ends at this point.

The screen flickered, and the field of vision was shrouded in darkness.

Then the dark space shattered into a corner, light leaked in, and the sleeping child slowly opened——

"Hey, why are you here?"

The white-haired young man turned around slowly, and Zhongyuan Zhong also found it strange that he was not wearing sunglasses.

In other words, this should be in your subconscious mind, right?

Could it be that his subconscious didn't want Gojo Satoru to wear sunglasses?

No, the point is why did this guy appear in his subconscious? !

"Ah..." The regret flashed in his eyes, Gojo Satoru smiled, "Because Chuya was hit by the enemy's spell, so I came to save you."

"Huh? Spell?"

"Yeah, don't thank me too much, after all, teachers should take care of students."

The master's consciousness is already awake, and the space formed by the illusion will naturally be shattered soon. Gojo Satoru didn't hear the boy's response, and he was ejected.

In reality, it is still a weird and gorgeous scene.

Nakahara and Gojo Satoru woke up almost at the same time, and then found that Gojo Satoru was leaning on him.

"..." There wasn't much feeling, and Nakahara was calmly waiting for Gojo Satoshi to get up.Similar things have happened so many times that he is almost used to it.

After Wujo woke up, he put on his glasses again, and Chuya Nakahara also stood up.

The petals of the cherry blossoms, which were full of blood, floated down lightly, and were stained with dirty colors before falling on Nakahara Nakaya, and stopped here.Going after Wujo Wutiao is equivalent to doing useless work.

"Hey... I have been promoted to the special level so quickly, and I have made great progress. I am also very handy in the use of the field."

The domain of the curse spirit has been completed, and the endless petals gathered and combined to form a monster with red skin.

It seems to cancel the illusion cast on people, but for some reason only men wake up.

Completing the body and expanding the domain—the sharp blade that took life is finally revealed!

"Usually in this situation, the curse that forms the curse spirit is definitely very strong. What do you think it will be in this kind of place...?"

Amidst the screams one after another, Gojo Satoru was still in the mood to ask.

"Does this kind of question make any sense?"

But Wujo Satoru said to himself, ""桜の树の下にはcademiaが仓まっている" (there is a corpse buried under the cherry blossom tree)", have you heard this sentence? "

"The cherry blossoms are supposed to be snow-white, but they absorb the blood of the corpses buried below, so the petals of the cherry blossoms are light red. That is to say-the more blood absorbed, the brighter the color of the petals will be."

"The scope of this "field" is only a radius of 50 meters, and the curse spirit is inside. "They're near the border of the field.

"It's better to listen to me."

"You have a whole day to talk about the curse. Now give me a good sense of responsibility as a conjurer—"

"careful!"

The boy wearing round glasses just entered the field from the outside, and before he could be shocked by the strangeness of the scene, he was horrified to find that a bloody red monster was about to attack the ocher-haired boy from behind, and the white man standing opposite the boy The hair man didn't respond as if he was frightened.

In desperation, he rushed towards Zhongye Zhongyuan.

As for whether it will knock someone over, whether the boy's suspected injured arm and leg will be traumatized again... Compared to these, life is more important, right?

Only then did Gojo Satoru make a move, reaching out to grab the boy's back collar, using skill to relieve the inertia of flying forward, so that Edogawa Conan would not be caught by the neck.

At this time, the red monster also hit the boy not far away, and then... passed through.

Edogawa Conan's shocked face: "Eh??!"

"This is actually just a holographic projection, right?" His scientific outlook found hope, and his eyes suddenly burst into light. "The current technology has reached this point! Ha, ha ha..."

Central Plains also ignored the mobs who kept attacking him, and replied casually, "It's okay to think so."

"Ahhhh-!!"

Edogawa Conan turned his head suddenly, and saw a scene where a person was hit by a monster in the arm and blood spattered, "!!??"

Zhong Yuanzhong also saw it, he paused, and added, "If you believe it to be true, these guys are true. If you don't believe it, it's fake."

Edogawa Conan:! ? ? ?

What's the point?Idealism? !