Goujuan always refuses to confess

The black-haired young man in sportswear leaned forward and looked down at the silver-haired boy trapped in the seat, one tall and one short staring at each other.

A few seconds later, the silver-haired boy, who was not emotionally fluctuating, closed his golden eyes and returned to the posture of taking a break.

Yato:? ? ? ?

"Hey! I'm such a handsome god with a bright future, you won't ignore me right in front of you?"

"Yes? Give me a response? How can I say that I have been paid to work here!"

"Hey, I have to go back and ask for a five-star review after finishing the work, Shi Zhikong——Can you give me some feedback?"

"very noisy."

"...? Is that what you want to say, Tojisora!"

The black-haired and blue-eyed Wuyuanshen murmured a few words in his ear, and then Shizhi looked at him... the empty waist and his empty back.

Shizhi: "Where's your artifact?"

Yato: "Watching the door outside, hey, it's too uncomfortable to stay here, and the people who locked you here have put too many spells on them, and you can still fall asleep just because of this oppressive feeling."

Shizhi frowned slightly, "I didn't fall asleep, the spell power has been imprisoned, so it's not obvious... Who called you?"

Yato replied, "You believer, you said that you didn't hear from you at the appointed time, and you called me as soon as you summed it up. How many people did you leave my phone number to, Shizhisora?"

Shizhi looked at Yato strangely, "Isn't it just to collect as much sesame oil money as possible by leaving your phone in the women's bathroom?"

Yato was silent for a moment, then changed the subject, "That's not the point!"

Ignoring Yato God's protest, Shizhi recalled that he did say that he would contact the believers before dinner, who knew that there would be a change in the communication during the day, he was locked up and his communication tools were confiscated.

I didn't expect to recruit other gods.

The black-haired god muttered something, and then quickly brought the topic back after realizing that he was gradually digressing.

Yeto helped up the stool that had been kicked down by Shizhi, then squatted on it himself, and repeated his purpose of coming here.

"Your believer asked me to rescue you, do you need me to take action?"

Yato looked at the ropes that tied Tenzhikong, and sought the advice of the trapped man himself.

This has always been the case in the process of accepting entrustments and saving remuneration, and generally the willingness of the "help seeker" is the best.

Furthermore, things like Shizhikong are probably just wishful thinking of believers.

Sure enough, Juzhikong gave a negative answer.

"No need." Jue slowly looked away from Yato, and nodded at him, "Just go and report my believers are safe, and then let them—"

Shizhi's voice became softer in the following words, he took the serious god in front of him as a microphone, and continued to speak every sentence, so that the black-haired young man's eyes blurred, and he gestured for Shizhi to stop.

"You should tell your disciples what you said next." Ye Dou frowned, "The five yuan is considered the reward for spreading the word...but why are you locked up here?"

From the perspective of Ye Fighting God, this place is like a cage, and the walls of the room are covered with spells.

He received a call at night and searched in a hurry, so naturally he didn't understand the cause and effect. Seeing that the person was fine at the moment, he couldn't help but gossip a few times.

The silver-haired boy who heard his question looked normal, "Killed someone."

Yato nodded, "Oh, I killed someone..."

The former God of Misfortune, who had blood on his hands hundreds of years ago, thinks it's not a big problem.

Although the rules of the human world do not allow it very much, there are always exceptions, and Tokoe Sora's temperament is not like someone who kills casually.

The former God of Misfortune felt that he only asked the surface, so he went deeper.

"How many did you kill?"

"One."

"One can't be enough... Did you kill some important person?"

"An ordinary person, and attempted murder."

"Oh?"

"It's just that people from a city were almost buried with them." Shi Zhi said, "It was just a little bit close to success."

The bright golden peach blossom eyes of the silver-haired boy narrowed slightly, and Gu Jing Wubo finished the sentence.

--here we go again.

Yato couldn't help shivering.

——The sense of inhumanity in Tokaeda overflowed again.

—He shouldn't be locked up here alone.

Shi Zhikong's confinement period will end one day earlier.

On the day when the baseball game of the exchange meeting ended.

The reason for letting him out is also very simple. Mangao does not have a conjurer who is in charge of interrogation, and he will go to other places to borrow it for a while, but he can't borrow it.

In order to find out the whereabouts of the lost things and the news of the curse spirit faster, the upper management of the curse high discussed it and decided to bring the second-year student over to borrow his ability.

Of course, Gojo Satoru held an opposing view.

He thought his student was still in danger.

Ye Mozheng rubbed his uneven brows, the death of several school staff kept him busy for a while, and Wujo Wu, who was sitting with his legs up, was sitting opposite him.

A few seconds ago, he refused to take people to the place where he held Shizhikong in confinement.

"The madness in that kid's eyes hasn't dissipated yet, and I don't think I've done anything wrong." Speaking of Shizhikong, Gojo Satoru felt a little headache, "He seemed to listen to the reasoning with him, But those eyes haven't changed a bit."

After hearing the explanation, the principal of Jugao complained, "Isn't that you who are still in school?"

Teacher Wutiao, who has graduated for many years, retorted seriously: "No, there is no such thing as non-existent. Don't talk nonsense. I was a good boy back then."

Ye Mo Zhengdao commented a few words on Wujo Wu's performance when he was studying, and he swallowed the name of a certain person surnamed Fu Hei just after he mentioned it, and finally he patted Wujo Wu on the shoulder.

Ye Mozhengdao believes that Wujo Goto, who was a thornhead back then, can handle Shizhikong who is now a thornhead.

"It's really not possible, you take Mr. Goujuan over there."

"Tsk, I don't really want the two of them to meet now."

Gojo Satoru shook his head, he said to Noctua Masato to let him talk to his students again, and then walked out of the principal's office, before walking a few steps, Gojo Satoru stopped again.

He looked towards the corner he was about to reach, and called the student's name.

"Spine, how long have you been there?"

After being named, the student hiding in the corner naturally couldn't hide his figure anymore and walked out.

The light from the corridor window shone on the approaching spellcaster, illuminating half of his face. The purple eyes of the light flaxen-haired student kept staring at his teacher, and he said dryly: "Kelp."

Wujo Wuyile, who doesn't like good students, it's better than stabbing.

He walked over and rubbed Goujuan's head, "Did you come to see the teacher? The baseball game is over? Which side won?"

Just as the hair was messed up, Gouju took half a step back with his messy head, and burst out the word "salmon roe" from his mouth.

Teacher Wutiao realized for a moment, "Oh, our school won, right? Congratulations."

Gou Juan nodded, but obviously he didn't come to announce the good news of the exchange meeting's victory.

The spellcaster blinked, and after thinking for a moment, he took out his phone and started typing.

There is one thing to say, it is quite inconvenient without a human-shaped translator.

After the baseball game, Goujuan hurried out of the competition seats, took off his equipment and ran to the teaching building, watching the classmates behind him shaking their heads repeatedly.

He probably heard that Shi Zhikong lost control because of him at the exchange meeting, and also knew that Shi Zhikong was taken away by Wutiao teacher.

So as soon as the exchange meeting was over, he ran over to find Teacher Wutiao, and he wanted to ask about Shi Zhikong's whereabouts.

Gojo Satoru looked at the dog curling spines that were rattling the screen of his phone, and suddenly had the illusion that the cabbage he raised at home had been hit by a pig.

Why do you think Ji is so concerned about that brat Kong?

Look at the words on the phone screen, the first line starts with Shi Zhikong's name.

——Sora... Where did Gojo-sensei take Sora?

"Take it away and put it in confinement, not in school."

——At the exchange meeting... Sora...

The dog roll is a little stuck, how should he ask?

Their students knew that Shi Zhikong almost made an irreversible move. Chanyuan Maki explained it to the Kyoto side, but they could only understand the price of one for one.

Goujuan always feels that there are other things.

According to his understanding of Shi Zhikong, the other party probably almost did something shocking.

Otherwise, what are you going to do in confinement? Teacher Wu Tiao's words are top-notch.

After thinking about it, Goujuan deleted the words he had typed and changed the question.

——Can I go and see Sora?

I thought that I would have to wrestle with the teacher before being allowed to meet Shi Zhikong, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Gojo Satoru agreed after a few seconds of thinking.

The white-haired teacher stroked his chin, "Yes, if we meet, the teacher will trouble you with one more thing."

Goujuan was sent away by his teacher.

The technique was exactly the same as last Christmas, but this time Mr. Wujo also followed him.

He was sent directly from the empty school playground to the depths of a lonely forest. When he landed, Gou Juan saw a small house standing alone in front of him.

Teacher Wujo stood behind him and introduced him, saying that Shizhikong was in confinement inside.

The white-haired teacher clapped his hands together, "Okay, Ji, go in and talk to Kong, the teacher likes you."

The spell master looked at the single-family house and at the teacher behind him, moved his lips and said "salmon" and walked in.

Dog Curly Thorn has never seen a room where dangerous people are held.

If it wasn't for Shizhikong, he wouldn't be able to touch such a room at all.

As soon as Gou Juan entered the door, he was startled by the overwhelming spells, all the imprisoning spells in his sight, and what made him more concerned was the person sitting on the stool in the middle of the room.

The silver head was lowered there, with his hands behind his back, as if he heard the sound of him coming in, the person in the seat slowly raised his head to reveal his slightly pale face.

The bright golden eyes opened slightly under the broken hair on the forehead, and the moment he saw the dog's curly thorns, a dark light appeared.

"It's Ji." His voice was hoarse because he hadn't uttered for a long time, "Will Teacher Wutiao let you come to see me?"

Before Goujuan could answer, Shizhi squeezed out a faint chuckle from his throat.

"Did you see it?" Even in the bound posture, Toji still leaned forward as much as possible, "Tsuchi, have you seen what I want to do—"

Due to his movement, the stool was pulled a little, making a harsh rubbing sound.

Shizhikong raised his face, and the expression on his face seemed to Goujum...as if he was thinking about asking for credit?

"Ji, I was almost able to send the super curse spirit that hurt you to death, really only a little bit... If Teacher Wutiao didn't stop me, I would have succeeded~"

"It's a pity, it's just a little bit worse."

The golden peach blossom eyes of the silver-haired boy were blindfolded, and the upward curve of the corners of his lips was obviously smiling, but his thin lips opened and closed, but he said something that made people shudder.

The dog shuddered.

Even though the coldness was not directed at him, he still felt chilly.

--why……

"Huh? Ji, are you asking why? Because he hurt you?" Shi Zhi looked as if it was a matter of course.

——No, no!

Goujuan took a breath, and he took a step forward against the tremendous pressure.

"Dried bonito!"

The spellcaster made an extremely bold move.

The light flaxen-haired boy slapped the silver-haired boy's head with a knife in both hands, and then he took a step back, crossed his hands, and repeated "dried bonito!"

——It’s still dried bonito with an exclamation point.

Shi Zhikong was knocked a little dazed.

The madness engraved in the bottom of his eyes was knocked away a bit, and the spellcaster in front of him took advantage of the time when his daze was interrupted and muttered a lot in his heart, repeatedly explaining "no, not allowed".

What Gou Juanji said in his heart were all the big principles that Wutiao Wu had told him in the past two days.

When Gojo Satoru said it, Shizhi ignored it, but when it was Goujuan's turn to mention it, Shizhi stared at the floor in a daze.

He seemed to be listening, but also seemed to be distracted.

It's... Teacher Wujo again.

Ten Branches narrowed his eyes.

Gou Juan said something and found that Shi Zhi didn't respond, so he slightly pulled down the zipper on his neckline and read Shi Zhi's name.

"【look at me】."

The curse immediately acted on Shizhi, who was imprisoned by the spell, and he raised his head uncontrollably, meeting Goujuan's purple eyes.

Helplessness was written in the lustrous iris purple, and the spell master puffed out the snake eyes on his puffed cheeks, and called Shizhi's name without any meaning.

"【null】."

The closed eyes of Shizhi who was called by his name slowly widened, and the corners of his lips raised, and he also called Goujuan's name.

"spine."

The spellcaster blinked, and leaned over without knowing why.

In the next second, hot and lingering breaths rushed to his ears.

"Ji, I promise you that you won't think about making a wish to kill the super-level curse spirit anymore... So, can you help me loosen it?"