Goujuan always refuses to confess

The bamboo tube filled with water rises and falls on the stone tip, and the crisp sound echoes in the small courtyard.

No one spoke for a long time. It seemed like half a century had passed, but in fact, only a few minutes had passed.

The long and narrow golden pupils stared at the speaker with fascination. After a while, the pitch-black eyelashes trembled twice, and the peach blossom eyes that were already curved like crescent moons narrowed into a slit.

Shizhikong smiles beautifully and charmingly.

He laughed so much that the hearts of those around him fluttered a little.

"I know." Shi Zhikong said, "I've always known that someone is staring at me. For some people, my ability...is a shortcut to reach the sky in one step."

Perhaps Shizhi's tone was too light, the man who just reminded him couldn't help but raise his voice.

"You always knew?!" The dark-haired man's eyes fluctuated a little, "...Yes, you should have always known that it's impossible for you to grow so old—"

Suddenly discovering a fact that he had been neglecting all along, the man who had paralyzed himself with dying and alcohol for a long time suddenly raised his head.

His dull eyes gathered a little brilliance, and soon became dead silent again.

Emiya Kiritsugu asked: "You are already 15 years old, but I... I have never heard of you before, why?! It is absolutely impossible for your ability to remain unknown!"

The adult was emotional, and the adopted son of the other party hurried up to comfort him, patted his back several times, and finally calmed down the anxious adult. .

Emiya Shirou was also looking at him, the brown eyes of the boy who was slightly older than Juke were filled with curiosity.

"Because—" he began.

As if to create suspense, Shizhi prolongs the ending, and the clear boyish voice gradually becomes muddy and hoarse, like countless slender feathers scratching at people's hearts.

"——There are living sacrifices." He said softly.

The hammer hanging in mid-air slammed down and struck the person's heart, echoing dully several times, Emiya Kiritsugu heaved a sigh of relief when he really heard this answer.

Yeah, what else could it be but such an answer?How can the existence of Shizhikong be concealed without enough price?

Emiya Kiritsugu was silent for a while, and continued to ask: "What kind of sacrificial method?"

Shi Zhikong hooked the braids around his neck with his fingertips, "Two voluntary lives a year, and a 'guardian' set up in the name of 'love', except for those who truly believe in me... there will be no Others can find it."

Shizhi added accents to two words, and there was some irony in his words.

All the "love" in the past was for his "sacrifice" on the appointed day.

Emiya Kiritsugu: "Then why you have been discovered now is because—"

In fact, it is fine not to answer this answer, but the strange pause after speaking halfway to Emiya Kiritsugu is because everyone knows it well.

But Shizhi still replied, "Those who said 'love' died, and I pushed them to die."

Then he was not interested in the death of believers, and the twice-yearly living sacrifices were cancelled. Without sacrifices, Shi Zhikong was naturally exposed to the sight of the outside world.

Emiya Kiritsugu took some time to sort out these things, and his brain mixed with alcohol gradually cleared up - his adopted son believed in religion a few years ago, and he had also been in contact with it long ago but did not doubt it, maybe it was because Toko Say the reason.

"Then now..." After hesitating for a while and speaking again, Emiya Kiritsugu slowly read the names of several forces, "The Clock Tower, the Holy Church...they are all very interested in you."

Shizhi nodded indifferently, and he added a few words casually, "If you say this, the various forces in Japan are actually-"

He omitted the names of those forces, it would be too troublesome to mention them one by one.

Shizhi knew that he had been turned into a wishing machine by this decadent magician.

The wishing machine in the mouth of the magician should be a dead thing, but he is a living person.

With the help of his adopted son, the man whose eyes were still dull began to think about the old things. He probably confused his past experience with his worries about the future, and his words were a bit incoherent.

Emiya Shirou smiled apologetically at Jueda Sora, and he whispered that this was his father's old problem, and that he would be confused for a while if he used his brain too much, just wait for a while.

Shizhi, who was not in a hurry, nodded, crossed his arms, stared at the black-haired man and took a few breaths, and when he regained his senses, he touched his unshaven face and apologized to him.

"Feel sorry……"

The man murmured that such behavior was evidence that he should not live in the world, but he had been arguing with his adopted son about this matter for a long time without reaching a conclusion.

Emiya Kiritsugu said that he just came to remind him that some forces he knew well were about to take action.

Shi Zhikong: "Don't step into Fuyuki City? Your son told me that."

Emiya Kiritsugu: "Not only that, they are likely to take the initiative to attack, the time is approaching."

The man's words were still endless. He looked at the back of his own hand and then at the back of his adopted son's hand. It was clearly clean, but he didn't know what he was worried about.

The voices that Shizhikong heard were the Holy Grail, War, Command Spells and Heroic Spirits.

He has only a half-knowledge of unfamiliar vocabulary. After all, he has stepped into another field. If Shizhi can understand a superficial understanding, it is considered that he has understood it.

No way, he didn't study it systematically.

The man's admonitions were finally finished in his own narration and his adopted son's explanation. Emiya Kiritsugu repeatedly mentioned a name, and the man gritted his teeth quite a bit when he said this name.

On the contrary, his son shook his head helplessly, "Mr. Yanfeng doesn't look like... well, well, dad, I know, he's not a good person, you have to tell me what he did, right?"

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't say anything, but seeing the decadent man getting a little confused again, Toko yawned sleepily.

"Is there anything else you want to say? If it's okay, let your father rest here for a while, and then go back after calming down." Shi Zhi clapped his hands and recruited a believer who was helping him, and asked him to bring some tea here, and turned around to prepare Go, "I've always known about your father saying that someone was staring at me, but I still thank him for adding length to the list in my hand."

In the end, the black-haired man pressed his adopted son's arm and shouted at Shizhi: "Don't be caught by them, I don't want to see... I don't want to see—"

Ten branches didn't return.

The believer took over Shizhi's position, but the silver-haired boy who was walking outside did not leave directly, he turned a corner and went to the corner outside the courtyard.

As soon as he stretched his hand enough, he grabbed a domesticated spellcaster from behind the bushes.

The handsome spellcaster frowned, obviously still immersed in the news he just "overheard", and he didn't respond to being embraced by Shi Zhi Yi Gou Yi.

Soon, Shizhi heard Goujuan's worry.

He stared straight at the spellcaster.

It took a while for Goujuan to struggle in Shizhi's arms, raised his head from the posture of bowing his head, and began to chatter in his heart.

Even the spellcaster's face still didn't change much.

——What does it mean to stare at you, besides the curse spirit and the curse master...

"Of course there are. The world of conjuration is nothing more than five teachers pressing down." Shizhi let go of his hand a little bit, giving the dog a distance to move, "The five teachers are a big mountain pressing on everyone's heads."

Wujo Wu is too strong, so strong that he is feared by others.

His position is subtle and independent, and everyone is watching his every move, waiting for the moment when he reveals his flaws.

Shizhi: "Do you still remember last time?"

Shizhi also talked about the last time a foreign organization visited, and that organization named Guild also took a fancy to his ability. If Gojo Satoru hadn't kicked the door open, those people might really have followed the curse The risk of high-level hostility was reckless and took him away forcibly.

——It turned out that that time was also...

Goujuan's brows were tightly furrowed, and Shizhi's eyes were slightly curved by his thoughtful look.

He stretched out his hand, and rubbed the spell master's head a few times. After messing up the other's refreshing hairstyle, he pressed the back of the dog's head and embraced him.

Tomoji laughed, and Kokumaki felt his chest tremble.

"Branch is worried about me, and I'm happy."

"But it's okay, those people can't do anything to me."

The two of them stayed in the empty dojo for a long time, and after Emiya and his son left, Shizhi got followers to drive them back to school.

The cherry cakes packed at noon were already cold, so Shi Zhi stared at the box for a long time, before getting out of the car, he extended his hand to the believers on the side.

Shizhi: "Come on, make a wish and let this box of cherry cakes return to the state just out of the pan."

Goujuan: ...Don't use your ability to do this kind of thing every time!

In the end, Goujuan stopped Shizhi, and he went to distribute the cold cherry cakes to the second grade classmates and first-year juniors and juniors, but Shizhi was called away by the school people as soon as he got off the bus.

Going around and seeing Gojo Satoru's face again, Juzhi's expression suddenly collapsed.

"Hey, don't be so stern, the teacher has business with you." Even wearing a blindfold, he guessed Toka's cold face, Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "Do the teacher a favor, the teacher can help you with the recommendation—— "

Juzhi interrupted Gojo Satoru indifferently, "Qami has already agreed."

The white-haired teacher was silent for a moment, coughed twice and continued the previous topic, "Then please eat the Kikufuku from Kikusuian."

Shizhi didn't answer, because everyone could see that he was too lazy to talk to Gojo Satoru.

But Gojo Satoru didn't care, he just grabbed Juzhi's arm and teleported with the spell.

The silver-haired boy whose forearm was clamped by him fought against the white-haired teacher several times in mid-air before landing, and the two separated immediately when they fell to the top floor of the building.

Toji stood on the other side of the top floor, several meters away from Gojo Satoru.

Everyone was brought here by force, and he couldn't go back by himself, so he could only stand on a high place and look down.

This is a strange campus, and he judged where it was from a few slightly familiar voices.

"...Kyoto?" Shizhi raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing in Kyoto?"

"I'll bring you here to find the traitor." Wutiao Wutiao said concisely, "The teacher in Kyoto will go to her students to chat with her one by one later, you just need to listen."

After talking about what the white-haired teacher said, Xi Jiufu, who was going to buy a reward, disappeared in a flash, leaving ten branches standing on the roof.

Shizhi's gaze collided with a faculty member somewhere on the campus who was looking at him. After a few seconds of looking at each other, he looked away and sat down on the top floor of this high-rise building.

He sat there silently, overlooking the entire Kyoto school.

Teacher Wutiao came back about half an hour later. He had a cup of milk tea in his hand and carried several bags, some with drinks and snacks. At first glance, those who didn’t know it thought he was on vacation.

When the milk tea was handed to Shizhi, he opened his eyes from the state of closing his eyes and resting his mind. After Xi Jiufu's bag was placed beside him, he opened his mouth.

"There is nothing very strange." It is not very good to match everyone's voice and name. Fortunately, the teacher of the Kyoto school was greeted by Gojo Satoru. Before speaking, he thought of the names of his students and colleagues in his mind. "But there is one that can't be heard."

"Oh?" Gojo Gojo took a mouthful of pearls, "Is it a mechanical pill?"

Shizhi nodded, "I can't hear you, his body isn't here, I can't hear what he's thinking just because of his avatar."

The white-haired teacher made an OK gesture clearly.

After listening to Gojo Satoru asking him all his thoughts in a corner, Touzhi was sent back to school directly.

The white-haired teacher came and went in a hurry, and ran back to the capital to communicate and investigate the follow-up of the traitor.

Shizhi was walking in the corridor of the school with Xijiufu's bag in his hand, turned a corner and caught eye with the first-year student who was staring at the window in a daze.

The pink-haired junior still has a second mouth that hasn't disappeared, and he was a little dazed when he saw him.

"...Senior Shizhi?"

Shizhi blinked and raised the corners of his lips in greeting.

"Hello, Junior Knotweed, are you chatting with the Cursed King?"

"What are you talking about? Take me one."

"It just so happens that I'm a little curious about the Cursed King recently."