Goujuan always refuses to confess

"Heaven and curse..."

"what?"

"It's nothing."

Shizhi shook his head, his shaking head was quickly held down by the female believers around him, and they told Shizhi not to move around, otherwise his appearance would be ugly.

Shizhi stopped, his brows furrowed almost instantly, but the next moment he looked at the busy figures in the mirror, he managed to suppress his reaction.

He will be more patient with believers.

It is now 2018:10 pm on October 31, [-].

There are still two hours before the start of the scheduled believer meeting, and he will be dressed up within this time.

In fact, the steps of putting on clothes are a little troublesome. Another point that makes his believers have a headache is Shizhi's short hair that looks over his shoulders.

When he went to study at the Conjuration College, he found it troublesome to take care of his long hair, so he cut his long hair into short hair, and after growing it for more than half a year, he only kept the length of a small braid.

The female believers groaned and said that there was no way to change the shape, and if it couldn't be done, they would stick it in the back of their heads, and it would look better to give up the hat.

"Master Shizhi, please change your clothes."

The female believers brought the clothes that had been cleaned a long time ago, and several people lined up with the clothes, ready to take turns to serve Shi Zhikong.

Shizhi looked back, then stood up and opened his hands.

This was going on step by step in an orderly manner, and the woman who had been sitting at the door of the room watching, couldn't help laughing.

When Shizhi looked over, she explained: "Master Shizhi, you have changed."

The woman is full of smiles, with a young and beautiful face, it is impossible to tell that she already has a son in his teens, with double pupils and green eyebrows, she is a complete beauty.

Shizhi glanced at her and remembered her name.

His surname is Zui Hira and his name is Qin Ye. He has been his believer for some years. It seems that he came to him because of... because of his unsatisfactory marriage. Now he has completely changed his appearance and temperament.

Speaking of which, she was also a gift for the different-colored Bana flowers found in the warehouse of the shrine a while ago.

Said that a relative of the family worked in the research institute and brought it back as a souvenir after going through the formal procedures. Ziping Qinye looked strange but it was useless to put at home, so he simply gave it to his own belief.

The silver-haired boy hooked the corners of his lips, "What do you say?"

Seeing that her beliefs did not mean to be angry, the woman with dark blue hair smiled gently, "Master Shizhi is more moody when he is emotional, and no one can see what you are thinking when you are not emotional. You... you two The situation is mixed, everyone is a bit—”

Zui Ping Qin Ye wanted to say that everyone is a little afraid of ten sticks.

But she thought about it according to the distance between them, it is right to keep a distance.

So she put it another way, "Master Shizhi has a lot of contacts now, so it's considered...human."

Ping Qinye was smiling, and she thought it was a good thing.

She is different from most believers, she is far from elevating Shizhikong to the height of "god". In her opinion, the underage little god is like... like a child, who is about the same age as her family The son also has a difference in personality.

Although my own beliefs will eventually go that way, it's okay to be easy and willful before then.

After hearing this, Shizhi raised his hand and let his own go through his sleeve, "You're not the only one who said that."

Zuipira Kotoba smiled again, "Master Toshieda is studying at a school in Tokyo right now, which school is it?"

"Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Curse Arts." Toku replied.

Zui Pingqin Ye, who had never been involved in strange powers and chaos, turned his head to think for a while, then took out his mobile phone to ask for help and searched.

"Religious school? Eh, but I heard they said that you seem to be doing something..." After thinking for a long time, the woman shook her head, "Forget it."

The female believer is happy to have made new friends for her faith. She feels that young people should be like this. Those who have a lot of burdens on their shoulders like Shizhikong should have a moment of rest.

Change clothes, put on makeup, and then do hair. Just as Juzhi fell asleep listening to the boast and praise of female believers, the makeup was finally done.

The leader clapped his hands, and the female believers filed out in an instant, Zui Pingqinye, who was guarding the door, closed the door for Shizhi.

It was less than half an hour before the party started.

Shizhi stayed alone in the room to pass the time.

He asked for leave from school, today is Wednesday, and it is still a school day.

Two weeks ago, a few people from the first grade returned from a mission with the teacher of the Kyoto school, which completely confirmed the fact that the second-year student of the Kyoto school, the ultimate machine pill-the fact that the students of the real name and Xingkichi rebelled.

At that time, Shizhi was not surprised when he heard the news, but in order to match the reaction of others, he still let out an exaggerated "Huh", which attracted Wujo Satoru's frequent glances.

Gojo Satoru: "That's enough, that's enough, the entire Tokyo school is the first one you know about."

The school discusses countermeasures against the disappearance of student spies, but it has nothing to do with Juzhi.

However, he was hiding one thing.

Ten Zhi had the pamphlet kept in the dojo cabinet by his hand, and now he was spinning his pen, writing a few lines on a new page.

——Miwa Kasumi, wish the Ultimate Machine Maru a month of good luck.

"The list is here."

Shizhi stared with great interest at the believer in front of him who sent him the list, and only looked at the shy young man with embarrassment.

He took the list and didn't look through it yet. He glanced at the young man from head to toe, and asked him how long he was going to wear this illusion.

"Eh? Surely you can't hide it from my lord?" The young man's voice was depressed, and a misty purple smoke dispersed. The young man's appearance didn't change, he just changed his hairstyle, "I didn't want my lord to see me like this— —”

Hearing the voice of the other party's twitching, Shi Zhi saw the... leaf above his head all at once?

For a while, he couldn't tell what kind of leaf it was, so Shi Zhi looked away and turned away.

"puff."

"...Master God, are you laughing??"

"No, cough."

Looking back, the young man covered his strange hairstyle again. It is a good thing to make his beliefs amused. He explained a few words, "Our department is engaged in team building, and everyone cut the boss's hairstyle together. It took ten and a half days Not allowed to change for a month."

Shizhi thought for a while, "You are serving under Peng Liewu's guard."

The young man nodded with a bitter face. He didn't want to stay too long on the topic of his hairstyle, so he quickly used the list of participants to divert Shizhi's attention.

"My lord, the list of those who came to the party and those who did not come to the party is here."

The second half of the list in Shizhi’s hand is mainly for people who can’t come due to temporary errands. He directly skipped the previous participants and turned to the end, where he saw some familiar believers.

For example, Mr. C of Mafia, a port where the annual leave has run out, is working overtime recently.

Another example is Emiya Shirou's name on it. He seems to be... Fuyuki recently started a new round of competition for the cup, and Emiya Shirou was selected as a participant.

It was about a week ago, when Emiya Shiro called to ask for leave, the background sound was noisy, and a female voice yelled "Curry stick—" and then hung up abruptly.

Shizhi asked someone to go to Fuyuki to confirm the fact that Emiya Shirou was still alive and ignored it.

The list of leave-seekers was not too long and soon turned to the bottom, Shizhi went back and looked at the participants.

"I have a classmate who is my believer."

The nonsensical sentence made the mafia youth beside him puzzled, so Shizhi paused for a moment and continued.

"It's also quite a coincidence. When he was traveling, he strayed into Mount Sumati and broke into my shrine. He said that I was holy and like a son of God, so he half pushed and half became my believer."

"However, few people went up the mountain at that time, and he was not discovered by others."

Shizhi told most of the story to himself, and the later development of him and Yuzu Yujin was that the latter went down the mountain to go back to study, and he stayed in the shrine until Gojo Satoru dragged him to school.

In the end there is a chance encounter, which is a complete story.

The complete self-justification made Shizhi feel convinced.

Strange, this is so strange.

The young believers nearby suddenly saw his belief with a smile like the twilight of the morning light. That smile made his heart tremble, and he quickly lowered his head.

——It can be seen from a distance but not played with.

After the party started, Shizhi was in the upper seat, and he sat there with a smile on his face without saying a word. His holy appearance caused the believers below to fall down with a whimper, which can be called a first-class cult scene.

Shizhi chatted with the believers absently, using about three-tenths of his attention.

But just this little attention can make the believer ecstatic. The believer who hadn't been in close contact with him was incoherent. Shi Zhi casually comforted him, and the believer's voice became more choked up.

--very noisy.

Ten Branches lowered its eyes, and the twittering voices of many believers gathered together were also mixed up. Although this ashram is big, it is only so big. It is naturally noisy when there are too many people.

He propped his head halfway up, and looked back and forth on the tatami in front of him. Suddenly, a mechanical communicator appeared in his vision, and it appeared there in the blink of an eye.

The whistling electric sound began to flicker, and the believers who were crying and sniveling did not hear the sound or noticed something strange.

"Get out." Shizhi said.

The believer, who was still in a state of inertia, couldn't stop immediately. The next second, the coldness of the mafia around him strangled him by the throat, and he was dragged and dragged directly out of the door.

The rest of the people did the same, and those who had nostalgia forcibly started, but most of the believers walked out in an orderly manner, and no one knew what the sudden change in Shizhi was.

Anyway, Lord God always has his reasons, they just need to obey.

Before people were about to leave to go to other ashrams to wait for a while, Juzhi asked the last believer who closed the door what time it was.

"Uh... it's nine twenty in the evening."

"Yeah." Shizhi nodded, "Go and tell them a story. It's okay to turn up the story of the shrine's predecessor and tell them. I have something to do."

After the people walked away completely, Shizhi picked up the mechanical puppet in front of him, or the communicator was more accurate.

The last electric sound skipped, and the communicator finally opened its mouth.

"Hello, I'm Kikumaru from the Kyoto school." He introduced himself straight to the point, after a short pause, the electronic voice continued, "You can hear me, Toshie Sora."

Shizhi hummed, turned the communicator over, looked at the smooth back, and turned it over to the front again.

Probably waited for a few seconds without waiting for criticism, the electronic sound of the mechanical pill was a bit unnatural when it came out again.

"...Since you have no objection to my identity, please listen carefully." The electronic voice changed from unnatural to heavy, "Gojo Satoru, you have been sealed."

After a long while, Jijiwan didn't hear the answer. He thought it was too much of a shock, and when he was about to repeat it again, Shizhikong spoke.

He said, "Oh? So?"