Goujuan always refuses to confess

"【release】."

The hemp rope binding the wrists fell to the ground along with the spell. The trapped person tried to stand up, but because he sat for too long, a staggered man fell on the speller in front of him.

The spellcaster under him supported him in a panic, and Shizhi listened to the other person's heart, resting his chin on the person's shoulder, and looked towards the door.

He showed a provocative smile to his teacher at Curse High.

The silver-haired boy stroked the red mark on his wrist twice, then tapped on the table in front of him.

He was holding a list given by the school, propped his head up with the hand that knocked on the table, and read the question in a gentle tone, "What are the characteristics of the white-haired sister-headed monk who is neither male nor female? Who wrote this question?" ?”

At this moment, the scene was the same and changed again. A few hours ago, he was tied up with a spelled rope like the man in front of him. A few hours later, he sat on the interrogation seat.

In front of him stood a bald man bound by layers of ropes.

He originally wanted to use the adjective "big shape", but thinking of the size of his classmates from the sister school next door, Juzhi changed the word.

He has a little impression of this bald man. After searching through the memories of the day of the exchange meeting, he seems to have seen this man at the old man in Leyan Temple.

"Your name is... HDB Tanzao?" It was not an easy name to pronounce, Shi Zhi repeated, "Hey, I asked you a question, answer it?"

The curse master, who had been imprisoned, refused to answer. He had been counting sheep since Shi Zhikong entered the room, and he was a little distracted when people moved tables and chairs.

"Don't think about it, you can't escape." The silver-haired boy smiled and slowly folded the sleeves of his shirt to the crook of his arms, revealing smooth skin and obvious red marks.

The imprint is rough and familiar, and it looks like it is tied with a rope.

HDB Tan Zao stared at Shi Zhikong for a few times.

Anyway, Shizhi just read the questions according to the paper, and basically the curse master on the opposite side never answered.

Shizhi was not in a hurry, picked up the pen at hand and twirled it around with his fingertips, and tapped the pen tip on the blank space on the paper a few times with the cap off.

Slightly looking to the right, there is a doll-like curse sitting in the corner of the room dozing off, blowing bubbles in front of its nose, the purpose of putting this kind of thing in is self-evident.

He didn't really mind being watched by the teachers, but he had to be more careful with his words.

According to Gojo Satoru, who tricked him, and Ji, who was mainly in charge of playing emotional cards, the curse master explained the obvious things and couldn't ask anything else. Let him listen to some in-depth news.

Blindly asking can't solve the problem, and he's tired of listening to the number of sheep.

Shi Zhikong tilted his head and thought for a while, then simply put the paper back upside down, put the pen aside, and rested his hands on the table.

Shi Zhikong: "Then let's chat."

HDB Tanzo looked at him suspiciously.

Shizhi pointed to himself and then to the prisoner who was tied up, "You don't think I'm studying here, but your people think that I have the potential to be a curse master."

"Did that white-haired sister tell you before me?"

This is a bit of a risky talk, but Shi Zhikong has passed the confinement, so he doesn't care anymore.

He felt that his impression score in Wutiao Wu's heart had fallen to the bottom at this moment, and the ones that didn't become negative were all pulled by the dog curly thorn.

So it doesn't matter.

The offspring of his believer who was killed by him must be investigated, and there is no guarantee that the news of the Curser's contact with that person will be exposed, so it is better to let him mention it himself.

Shizhi succinctly explained the cursing master's evaluation of himself, and blurred when it came to the monk's appearance-saying black hair as white hair.

Shizhi also half-truthfully exchanged various methods of cursing people with this prisoner. After all, he has practiced it himself, which is much more vivid than talking on paper.

After going back and forth, the HDB tanned a little bit of trust.

But he still remembered that he was caught by the magician, and the kid in front of him was the magician's backup.

"But you are a student of the High School of Conjuration."

"Hmm...won't you try harder to persuade me to go to the path of the Curse Master?"

The prisoner's curse master taunted him, but his attitude relaxed a little, and his teeth were not so tight.

He said that he had indeed heard the white-haired sister nod about the conjurer they were trying to lure into the Curse Master camp, and there seemed to be such a...silver-haired, golden-eyed... magic stick?

"And then?" Shizhi picked up the pen again, wrote and drew on the paper, and didn't have any special reaction to the word "magic stick".

"What then? Brat, do you really think I've let my guard down on you guys? You're obviously just a handy clothes hanger—"

Shizhi calmly mouthed a word, and he successfully choked the curser opposite.

Joyfully wrote down a name on the paper and circled it, Juzhi felt that he had found the weakness of the other party.

People who are not alone will naturally have concerns, even the curse master is no exception.

He didn't know the relationship between the name he read from the lax defense line of the HDB and the curse master, but this did not prevent him from using this point as a breakthrough point to get some news from it.

Gougou Tutu, the A4 paper size is quickly covered.

Shizhi stood up in satisfaction, and smiled at the HDB Tanzao.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Fold the paper in half and then fold it into small pieces and hold it between your fingers, "I hope you will have a happy rest of your life at the curse height."

There are still days before the execution of the curser HDB Tanzao.

Shizhi handed in the report except for the door, and stretched himself in this dark passageway located underground.

Candles were flickering around, all kinds of runes were hung on the walls, and the security was very strict.

He was imprisoned here the first time, and the treatment was upgraded the second time to enjoy the treatment of the room.

"I always feel like that kind of snake den here?" Shizhi stretched out his hand to the white-haired teacher, asking him for his confiscated mobile phone, seeing the teacher looking at him strangely, Shizhi explained, "Just—— ○Shadow Ninja Ura Daimaru’s base, the one serialized on JUP, the style here is quite similar.”

The white-haired teacher stroked his chin, handed over his phone, and said in a surprised tone, "Sora, are you still reading manga?"

Toge answered while flipping through the chat records accumulated in his mobile phone, "Look, after coming out of the shrine, I learned about the hobbies of young people nowadays, so Gojo-sensei and the silver-haired ninja inside are a bit repetitive."

Gojo Satoru couldn't deny it, shrugging his shoulders and flipping through the paper his student had made.

The news from the believers exploded completely, and they couldn't turn it over at a glance. They could only reply with a few simple sentences and agreed on a time for a detailed chat later. Only the "faith" who had been missing for three days calmed down the believers.

Shi Zhi closed the believer's chat box here, and was about to click on the small window of Goujuan to send a message of safety and meal appointment, when he put a hand on his shoulder.

Then the paper with his own handwriting was handed to his eyes and stacked on the phone screen. The person who handed the paper pointed to a small line of writing in the corner.

Gojo Satoru: "Does this place name look familiar?"

Shi Zhikong: "? No, I haven't heard much about it."

Teacher Wutiao didn't think so, he thought for a moment, and suddenly realized.

"Isn't this the mountain in your hometown?"

"Why are curses and curse masters going to your hometown?"

For Shi Zhikong, the village in his hometown is called a village, and the mountain is called a mountain.

His shrine is just shrine, no prefix noun.

But it is not good for outsiders. It is too broad and there is no specific target. Most people who leave the village know what the outside world calls them, and only Shi Zhikong never takes it to heart.

Now being pointed out by his teacher, he frowned and thought for a while before asking, "So?"

So is there anything in his hometown that is worth a special trip for the curse master and the curse spirit?

Shizhi didn't want to understand, and neither did the people with the high mantra.

After the interrogation, Shizhi was arrested again to retrieve the stolen items, but due to the action of the magic spirit, the process of finding it was very difficult.

For non-believers, the ten-branch ceremony is not important.

With the teacher's supervisor, he couldn't ask for the price as lifespan, but after trying once or twice, Shizhi fell into deep thought facing the empty ground.

——should not.

The silver-haired boy pondered for a moment, and then he held the hand of Yidizhi Jiegao, the assistant supervisor who was arrested and came to work.

"Change your wish." Shizhi patted Yidizhi on the shoulder, "I'm not good at divination...but you can take advantage of this loophole and say——you want to know the whereabouts of those things."

Yidizhi Jiegao was ignorant, and followed Shizhi to read according to the gourd painting.

Fragmentary pictures flashed back in front of his eyes, and before the assistant supervisor had time to discern what that represented, he was driven by Shizhi to the school to report.

Shizhi roughly came to a conclusion, so what... the nine-term map of the curse fetus?It is probably no longer in the state of an object, so it cannot be retrieved.

The other six fingers were also not weakly sealed by the stealer, so it was not so easy to get them back.

Shizhi made preparations to soak in the room prepared by the school for an hour, and in the end it only took him 10 minutes to call it a day.

"Hey, if you didn't shut me up, Mr. Wutiao, the things must have been recovered by now, right?" When leaving the teaching building, Shizhi saw his teacher next to the vending machine, "It's a pity."

He said so, but Shizhi didn't show regret on his face, and his eyes were still slightly curved.

Gojo Satoru was not provoked, and usually took out the two cans of drinks he bought from the delivery port, and threw one of the cans to Shizhi.

Shizhi raised his hand to catch it, and instead of opening it to drink directly, he waited for his teacher's next words.

"Someone will deal with the matter of the curse fetus. Teacher, I don't think I have delayed the matter. You were very troublesome three days ago."

Today, Gojo Satoru of the sunglasses ver pushed the frame, and his ice blue eyes fixed on Juzhi.

"The first graders are going to perform tasks in Saitama City, and your second graders can't fall behind."

"I have already notified Thorn, Maki, and Panda, and you are the only one who doesn't know. Remember to go back and pack your luggage."

"It's okay to relax after the exchange meeting, but according to the information you got from the cursing master's flat, you will encounter danger during your trip."

Gojo Satoru said a few words, and Shizhi snapped the easy-tie ring while listening, "Where are you going?"

"Go to Sumati, Sumati Mountain, Sumati Village."

"Shizhi, you should be familiar with this place name, right? The teacher just talked to you this afternoon." Wujo Wu nodded, his ice blue eyes slightly opened, "We have to investigate before the curse spirit and the curse master go. .”

"Go to the place where you and Ji first met."