Goujuan always refuses to confess

Shi Zhikong opened his golden pupils calmly, his expression didn't change in any way because of the hand that shackled his throat.

Shi Zhikong asked: "It's just for the price of killing the super-level curse spirit, can't it?"

Wujo Wu replied: "No, this is human life."

The attack at the exchange meeting was quickly contained due to the arrival of Gojo Satoru. The super curse spirit was not caught and ran away, but a human curse master was caught.

The interrogation of the Curser is over, and now the most urgent thing is to deal with the scene of the exchange meeting.

The injuries to the few students were not serious, excluding the few blows that were almost hit by Juzhi Kongyin and the wounds they left in each other's battles, it was only Fuguro Megumi and Kamo Kenji who needed to find a home.

As for the dog curly thorn that caused Shi Zhikong to lose control?

The second-year spellcaster also looked a little scary vomiting blood, Gojo Satoru checked it with his hands, and he came up with the same answer as Chanyuan Maki.

——Coughing up blood caused by forcibly chanting mantras after the mantra is overdrawn, just lie down for a while, and if you are really worried, you can also throw it at home for minor injuries.

Home into the nitro:?

"The rest of the people... go back to the lounge and wait, and leave the aftermath to the teacher." Gojo Wumeng closed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, and walked around the field he destroyed.

"Well, Mr. Gojo." Zenyuan Maki, who was not injured much, was at the end of the student line, and she raised her hand to Gojo Satoru, "Can I ask Juzhi... where he was taken?"

Ten minutes ago, her teacher pinned her classmate to the ground, and the two of them communicated in a volume that others could not hear clearly.

The atmosphere between the two was a little tense, and she vaguely saw her teacher put away her smile.

Then Gojo Satoru let go of Shizhikong's arm, saying that he disappeared in place after walking away, and it was just a matter of time before he reappeared.

The white-haired teacher who was staring at the dead tree listened to the student's words, turned his head and replied: "It's empty, the teacher took him to a quiet place where no one is there."

The place Wujo Satoru chose was indeed a lonely environment.

The only thing around was the sound of his deep and shallow breathing.

Ten eyes stared blankly at the dense spells hanging from the top of the ceiling, skipping over the ghostly spells one by one.

After watching for a long time and tired, his eyes became a little sore, Shizhi yawned boredly, and the overflowing tears wet his eyes, so he simply closed his eyes.

The sitting position with his hands tied behind his back was not very comfortable, especially with the thick hemp rope wrapped around his wrists, which made his wrists ache.

There are also many charms of the same type as those on the ceiling and walls, which are meant to limit the spell power of the bound people.

But mantra power is not the most important thing for Shi Zhikong.

The sound of long breathing rose and fell in the room, and after a long time, Shizhi let out a low laugh.

The environment away from the crowd is the main point that bothers him.

After all, his ability cannot be used without people.

To put it bluntly, he couldn't realize his wish.

Shi Zhikong felt that the room he was staying in now was definitely not the one that was taken back to Jugao in February, but probably the new place that Teacher Wutiao had found.

The limited spell power made him unable to tell how far it was from a place with people, and he couldn't use spell power to enhance his perception. He could only feel the passage of time in a silent room.

I don't know how long it took, but someone came.

What sounded earlier than the sound of footsteps and the sound of the door opening was the voice of the person. After listening to it for a while, Shizhi lazily called out "Teacher Wutiao" when the person pushed the door and entered.

"Oh yes, limiting spell power won't turn off your mind reading."

The visitor dragged something from the corner of the room and made a harsh friction sound. When Juzhi opened his eyes, Gojo Satoru had already arranged the chair and sat down in front of him.

Put your hands on the back of the chair and rest your chin on your arms.

The scene between the two of them seems to have returned to before he entered school.

How many people did he meet at that time?It seems that only Gojo-sensei is sitting like this.

Juzhi lowered his head from the raised position, "Is this underground? How far is it from the ground?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head, "No, it's too troublesome to dig a hole in the ground. The teacher just found a mountain top with no one around ten miles away and built a special room for you. Do you feel flattered?"

Shizhikong echoed indifferently, "I am flattered and honored, how is the spine?"

Gojo Satoru: "Do you only care about Ji... Ji is fine, just take a rest when the mana is exhausted, your throat will be dumb for two days at most."

Shizhikong: "Don't you need to be hospitalized?"

Gojo Satoru: "Gazina doesn't provide beds for the lightly injured. Sora, are you cursing Thorn?"

The silver-haired boy gave Gojo Satoru a sideways glance, and said that he didn't.

Wujo Wu also introduced and summarized the follow-up of the exchange meeting for Shizhikong. Generally speaking, the dog curly spines is fine, the rest of the injured have been sent to the hospital, the curse spirit was not caught, and there was a "minor" situation in the school.

"It's really meaningless to hide from you. You can get it out of Yidichi when you turn back to Kong Kong." Gojo Wu stroked his chin, read the things that Manga lost, and then asked Shizhi, "Teacher, do you have any questions before the lecture?" .”

Juzhi nodded, showing that he was listening to his teacher.

"You have calmed down now, what did you hear from the curse spirit?"

"Two super curse spirits, the one bombarded by you, teacher, is called Huayu, and its companion is a real person. There are two other curse masters, whose names I didn't hear."

"Oh—oh, Sora, your mind-reading ability is really useful."

Gojo Satoru took out a small notebook and wrote down the names he heard, and asked for some details.

For example, what are the moves of the curse spirit, what habits does he have when fighting, does the caller Huayu think about calling the real person, who is the name of the escaped curse master, and what is his ability.

Another example——what Shi Zhikong was thinking when he threw his classmate in front of the super curse spirit.

Or—what did Shi Zhikong say about the dead human body at the school gate.

"Is this counting as asking for a crime?" Shi Zhi tilted his head, his golden eyes under the silver forehead narrowed slightly, "I didn't think about anything, they wanted to get closer to the curse spirit, and I satisfied them."

"And, their attack on the curse worked, didn't it?"

As for the accidental injury caused by taking the mantra of the classmate as the price, Juzhi didn't give any explanation, and skipped this point lightly.

After answering the first question, came the second.

Regarding the dead body at the school gate, Shizhi's attitude was even more casual.

"He used to be from the village, so he's not considered a believer, right? His parents died under my curse... Yes, in the incident you're thinking of, Mr. Wutiao."

"He came for revenge, so I killed him, what's the problem?"

Toji Sora took it for granted.

He didn't feel that he did anything wrong, even though the damage he caused to the corpse was far beyond the scope of self-defense.

The last corpse he left for Jugao's assistant supervisor to handle... could barely be considered complete, after all, he had originally planned to destroy the corpse.

Shizhi tilted his head slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In contrast, the relaxed look on Gojo Satoru's face disappeared.

"Teacher, remember—I seem to have discussed this issue with you when you entered school?"

"Huh? Is there?" Shizhi thought for a while, "It seems that there is such a thing? Teacher, you told me not to put the curse on human beings again, but he was not cursed to the end by me."

Gojo Satoru closed the notebook in his hand, tapped the cover of the notebook with a pen, "Don't take advantage of the words, the teacher will be angry."

Shizhikong tilted his head, "Is Teacher Wutiao really angry because of this matter? Actually, no."

He stared at the black cloth covering the white-haired teacher's eyes, as if facing the other's ice-blue eyes through this thin layer of cover.

Shizhikong tried to lean forward, but was pulled by the hemp rope on his wrist and could only lean back. He raised the corners of his lips, "Actually, Teacher Wujo saved that girl's life, and also saved the lives of everyone there. .”

"After all, it's a super magic spirit. That's not a one-for-one price." After speaking, Shizhi laughed and said softly, "It's a ratio of one to ten thousand."

"But, Wujo-sensei, don't you think this is a good deal?"

"In other words, Gojo Satoru, do you want to ask me—"

Wutiao teacher ran away.

After hitting him a little bit, he ran away.

After digging out all the information on him and saying "Life is precious", Gojo Satoru left this so-called single-family house with no people in a radius of ten miles.

Before leaving, the white-haired teacher asked Shi Zhikong to reflect on it.

He asked Shi Zhikong to reflect before giving him an answer, and don't just say "Dare to do it next time".

Jugao's teacher looked down at his students from a high place, and asked a question, "Shizhikong, is there only dog ​​curly thorns in your world?"

He didn't wait for Shizhi's answer, and disappeared into the room the next second.

The room returned to silence, and the smile on Shizhi's face disappeared. He kicked the chair opposite, and fell to the ground alone.

Gojo Satoru had sat on that stool before, and he vented his anger a little.

Shizhi tried to stand up again, the length of the rope was not enough for his butt to be a few centimeters away from the stool.

He twisted his neck from side to side and looked around the room again.

Shizhi didn't think Gojo Satoru would let other people come over now, maybe he would have to be confined here for two or three days or something.

So here comes the question, what about three meals a day?No matter how he can endure loneliness, he is first and foremost a human being.

—is a person.

Shizhi licked his gums, crossed his hands tied behind his back, touched the rough surface of the hemp rope with his fingertips, rubbed it a few times, and gave up the idea of ​​brute force.

There are other spells on the rope besides the spells that imprison the spell.

Gojo Satoru is determined to lock him here, in this uninhabited place.

Later, when he was counting how many mantras were pasted on the walls of the room, Gojo Satoru came again when he was hungry, and came to deliver food.

Shizhi looked at his teacher in a different outfit with a pair of small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and a spoon in his hand.

"...Teacher Wutiao?"

If he remembered correctly, he was not in a good mood when his teacher left a few hours ago?

The silver-haired boy raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's like this, Sora, you can't meet other people until the confinement is over, so these things can only be done by the teacher."

"Then teacher, you can let go of my hand."

"It's not good, what if you run away? Teacher, I don't want to do anything to the students anymore."

What Gojo Satoru said made some sense, Shi Zhikong clenched his hands behind his back into a fist, and he finally said only one sentence: "Can you change the thorns?"

His teacher cruelly rejected his request: "No way, Ji spoils you too much."

After a lukewarm meal, Jugao's teacher slowly put back the lid of the lunch box, and asked before going back, "Can you do anything about what Jugao lost?"

Shizhi said yes, but he still repeated the previous sentence, there is a way to let him go.

Wujo Satoru also answered in the same way, saying that he would not be able to stay in confinement for less than a day.

"It's not in a hurry, but I won't take you to the baseball game at the exchange meeting."

Shizhi was still wondering how the exchange would turn into a baseball game, and the person who might have explained it performed another spell and left, making the room return to dead silence for the second time.

The silver-haired boy curled his lips, lay back on the back of the chair and began to close his eyes and meditate.

The environment is quiet, but the sitting posture is very uncomfortable.

When the second voice sounded again in this room, a lot of time passed.

"Ah, it's too hard to find your place, isn't it? The outside is still set up like a minefield! I've lost a lot of business with your believer!"

"? Well, don't doze off, wake up quickly."

The whistling male voice rang in his ears, Shizhi eyelashes flapped twice, and he heard the male voice say two more words.

——"You believers call me to save you."

—— "How? I cut the rope and took you out?"