Goujuan always refuses to confess

Goujuanji was smuggled out of the school stronghold by Yetou.

The young god analyzed the current situation of Shi Zhikong and the possible results with humans for a long time. He made the consequences more serious, and successfully made the spell master feel agitated, and he wanted to run out without standing still.

"Hey, wait a minute, are you going to see him like this?" Ye Dou called out to stop him.

The curse speller stopped suddenly, and without saying a word, he turned his head and looked at the black-haired god who had been talking for a long time.

The purple eyes stared at the young man with blue eyes, as if asking, isn't this the deep meaning he expressed?

The black-haired god was silent. He did mean that, but it didn't mean that.

How should I put it... He feels that it is dangerous for this human being to go to find Shi Zhikong now, but if he doesn't look for it again... What if it is too late?

After thinking about it, Yato pointed to Gouju's clothes, "At least change out of the hospital gown, do you have any other clothes?"

Of course there is, Gou Juan led the invisible god back to the dormitory, went to his closet and dug out the clothes that could be taken out.

It was difficult to wear clothes with one hand, but the dog curled his lips and insisted on tossing the clothes alone, without asking for help from the strange gods waiting outside the door.

He was still wearing the same school suit, but with an arm missing, the sleeves looked empty.

After that, Yato smuggled people out, which is not too difficult for the gods, but the enchantment is a bit tricky.

Yato: "If it was a barrier a few days ago, it would take some work, but now..."

Gou Juan blinked for no reason, and he didn't know why he believed in this "person" he had just met.

He claims to be a god and knows Shizhi.

He knows the Ten Branches that he doesn't know.

The black-haired god circled around a few times, pointed the weapon in his hand at the air several times, and finally waved his hand to let the magician slip out with him.

Along the way, this down-to-earth god muttered there, saying that he did not direct Shi Zhikong to do this, but he was just worried about Shi Zhikong, so he made his own decision.

"kelp?"

"So... so if that kid gets angry at that time, you must stop him!" The black-haired and blue-eyed god carefully looked around, "He was unhappy before, and wishing that I had no income for a month is too much!"

The spellcaster looked over strangely.

What kind of god would go without incense for a month?It looks like this god doesn't look like one with low strength...

"... Mentaiko?"

"What do you mean by that, wait for me to read the manual."

Even guessing to communicate with the dog, Yato secretly took the route to Tokyo concealed. In order to find out where Juzhi Sora went, he also specially sought out the local land god.

He was still asking questions here, and the curser over there pulled his mask, and with a few words, he sent all the curses that were about to move in the darkness to death.

"[Explode]."

The boy's voice was clear and somewhat hoarse, and as his words fell, there were a few explosions in the shadows.

Witnessing this scene, the god looked at the corpse with no trace of the curse spirit with a little novelty.

——This is the spellcaster.

The abilities of the conjurer are all kinds of strange, Yetou has not seen much, and now he is working with the dog curly spine... probably he did it, one person and one spirit solved all the curses accumulated on the hidden path.

In particular, the dog curly thorn also went around to the roadside pharmacy with a wide open door to get a lot of medicine for throat and cough in plastic bags.

Before leaving, the boy with light flaxen hair thought for a moment and put a few coins on the counter.

Although... it may never be possible for someone to collect it.

It was hours before they reached the center of the chaos.

With the guidance of the land god, one person and one god avoided many detours, and they came to a corner of Tokyo smoothly in the project of expelling the curse.

In the distance, one person and one god heard the sound of battle, and the majestic mantra power showed the intensity of the battle.

But what really caught the dog's attention was the tall building on the other side.

Half-open black discs are dotted on the already gloomy sky, and from time to time, viscous liquid like slurry is poured out.

This has basically become a representative of Shizhi Kong, and Goujuan realized that the dark thing followed Shizhikong after the short time before.

Wherever the ten branches are, the black disc will follow.

The dog's eyes were fixed on it, and he was so engrossed that he didn't hear the call of the god behind him.

"Hey! Mr. Goujuan—— Mr. Goujuan!"

"What can you see here? Quick, I'll pick the door lock here and let's go up from here!"

Yato gets acquainted with people very quickly, not to mention that he is still a person related to Juzhikong.

The spellcaster drew his eyes away from the distant scene, and when he turned around, he saw the black-haired god deftly chopping off the lock with the weapon in his hand.

He could still seem to hear the protest of the long knife.

It seems... It seems that this weapon has self-awareness?

The noisy atmosphere around him suddenly changed, and Goumaki felt as if he had returned to his lively high school life—the high school life before the Shibuya incident.

Yato doesn't recommend Goumaki to get too close, he said he brought people here to look at Shizhikong, but obviously, a person with injuries might be a burden.

"Ah... I don't mean that you will hold back, I brought you here, and I will definitely protect you." The black-haired god scratched his hair, "It would be great if Shizhi healed your injury sooner... "

Thinking so, he continued to climb the stairs alone.

The elevators in the building had been out of service for a long time, and the cramped elevator cabin was filled with corpses and cursed spirits eating flesh and blood.

Gou Juan glanced at it, and said the curse expressionlessly.

For conjurers, such scenes have long been used to, but the sudden changes in Tokyo magnified everything.

"Quick, come here, I'll clean up all the filth around here." Yato beckoned and found a floor-to-ceiling window with a wide view. He didn't know where to find a telescope and stuffed it into Goujuan's hand, "Look , can you see the people above?"

Dog roll: ...

The spellcaster doesn't talk much, which leads to the god talking endlessly during the whole relationship, and only occasionally has a few complaints about his artifact.

"Hey, Shizhi's situation is not good, the thing on his head is a bit..."

"Who is he fighting with? Hey, can Mr. Goujuan see clearly? Do you know who that is?"

"Salmon, salmon roe."

"...Hey, did he glance at us! Goujuan-kun, did you see that!"

Read it?Gou Juan raised the binoculars blankly, and the silver-haired boy's gaze seemed to stop for a moment while scanning from bottom to top.

However, if it was empty, he should have heard it.

The distance here is neither far nor near, and the distance of a few hundred meters is completely within the radio range for Shi Zhikong.

Gou Juan continued to stare at the roof of the building. He was terrified by Shi Zhi's previous attacks.

The source of the unease was unknown, and it wasn't even directed at Tokueda's opponent.

The black-haired god was still whispering in his ear, mostly complaining about fighting on the roof or on the ground.

The environment he was in was very quiet, and the curses in the corridor and office area were cleared away, except for the occasional "creaking" shaking sound coming from behind and the sound of dripping water——

"Crack"?Water sound?

Not only the dog curly spine, but even Yato who was on the side also noticed it.

It may be too late.

Curse, who was hanging upside down and crawling on the ceiling, showed a bewildered smile, and then the whole body of the curse spirit swelled rapidly, and the dog roll only had time to hear "Get down" from his ear.

An explosion happened.

The curse spirit that sneaked into their location silently came from a suicide attack.

Goujuan felt the tongue of fire licking his skin, and at the same time, the violent air flow lifted him out of the shattered glass window.

He seemed to say some kind of curse, and then he was caught again.

The sound of the wind and explosions interfered with his hearing, and the vision in front of him was turned upside down. When he finally stood up and looked at the world again, the person who protected him made him calm down.

Yato: "That... Goumaki-kun, you must be calm, no matter what you see, don't be impulsive..."

The spellcaster shook his head and looked up.

Then, he saw the scene that made his heart stop.

The man in five cassocks laughed wildly, and he mocked in a shrill voice, he said, "You shouldn't have gone back to Tokyo, if you go back to Fuyuki first, then I still think you're a bit tricky."

"But now, you are only a half-finished product."

Facing the black-haired man, the silver-haired boy stood shaking while clutching his chest.

Bright red blood overflowed from between his fingers and lips, and the shocking red took away the vision of the spellcaster.

And at the fingertips of the silver-haired boy, he was holding a sword tip. From the angle of the dog roll, he could see that the spiral sword body penetrated Shizhi's chest.

"...【Let's fall】!"

"Hey, wait—"

Without thinking, the spellcaster chose to attack.

The cassock man who fell suddenly seemed to have no protection, and he fell directly into the floor under the roof.

The gods responded in a timely manner, and immediately cooperated with humans to seal the gap caused by the fall.

After simply sealing it twice, it will take a little effort for the guarantor to break through.

Then Yeto picked up the people and ran away, regardless of whether Shi Zhikong's wound would be involved, he led the people out of the battlefield immediately, and he didn't forget to pull the dog together.

Strangely, the man in cassock did not catch up.

Is it the miraculous effect of the technique he used to block it?Yato didn't know.

Shi Zhikong was in pain, deeply hurt.

He was careless.

It is true that the dog-curled thorn can occupy most of his mind, but it is unimaginable that someone will seize the opportunity to draw a bowstring and shoot him at him from thousands of meters away.

——Damn Emiya Shirou.

This person's name was cursed over and over between his lips and teeth, and Shizhi's golden eyes cooled down a little bit.

Not referring to Emiya Shirou who is his disciple, but another Emiya Shirou who appeared in the world as a heroic spirit.

He completely let go of his sense of hearing almost at the moment of being hit by the "sword", and at a place 4000 meters away, a dispute gradually broke out.

The heroic spirit who shot this "sword" did not regret it, stopped all doubts, stood in front of his master, and faced another self.

But this has nothing to do with Shi Zhikong.

He is now being swept through his chest in great pain, and the sword shot by the heroic spirit is naturally not an ordinary thing.

His current position seemed to be in the backlight of a building. The hustle and bustle of the previous battle was far away, and they distanced themselves.

Someone frantically touched his shoulder, but there was only one hand.

Then he took his hand from the other direction and helped him up.

——"Blood...all blood, what to do? What to do with this sword?"

——"Sora, can you hear Sora?!"

——"Damn it, did you hurt your heart? A spell to stop the bleeding?"

……

He "hears," not hears.

The voice of another "person" was completely ignored by Shi Zhikong.

The injury was indeed serious, but he had already avoided the vital point, and the sword missed the most important organ of the human body by a slight margin.

The black disc on top of his head was agitated again, showing signs of opening outwards, and finally shrunk to its original size for some unknown reason.

With ten sticks as the center, the viscous black liquid only dripped on himself.

Goujuan couldn't understand what was going on, so he watched worriedly, but Yato watched for a while, and after seeing the black mud crawling towards Shizhi's chest, he slowly opened his mouth: "Are you sure you want to do this? "

The black slime paused and stopped on the crawling route.

In fact, Shizhi's hearing has almost recovered at this moment.

The silver-haired boy propped himself on the ground with one hand and pressed his chest with the other, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the dog curly spine, and then stopped on the black-haired blue-eyed god.

Juzhi also opened his mouth, but instead of answering Yato's question, "Why did you bring Chichi here?"

Yetou: "Bring him over to save you, it's best to stop you, who knows that someone will... tsk, don't talk about this! I'm asking you, Shi Zhikong!"

Yato: "Are you really going to do this?"

The gods were watching him, at the black mud that had been controlled by humans so that it didn't splash on them.

Shizhi: "What?"

Yato: "I said—do you think I'm a fool! It's obvious that I'm a god! You're crossing that line."

It is more complicated than people crossing from one shore to the other, Yato looked at Tokoe Sora uneasily.

Now they were talking about topics that were beyond Curlythorn's comprehension.

He had a vague premonition before, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, Yato found that the situation was much worse.

How is Shizhikong?Well, in terms of strength, it can be described as skyrocketing.

Is the situation of Shizhikong not good?Not good, he drifts away from "people".

Yato: "Don't you know?"

Shizhi: "Tsk... I know."

Yato: "??? Then you still pay!?"

The golden color in Taohua's eyes was clear and penetrating, Shi Zhikong was actually smiling, he knew the consequences of what he did.

Toko and Yato then chatted a few more charades, such as "why", "no reason", "what are the consequences?", "more serious than thought" and other unnutritious words.

In the end, Yato seemed to have nothing to say, and pushed the dog curly spine to Juzhikong.

"Okay, you guys talk for yourself. I'll go and see that person just now. If he comes out, I'll stop him." Before leaving, Qian Fujin whispered a few words in the ear of the curse speller. The face is down.

— Thorn is not happy.

This cognition appeared in Shizhi's heart, and Shizhi was not in a hurry to heal the penetrating wound on his chest anymore, the black mud scratched along the damage of the wound finely.

He heard the question in the dog's heart.

In fact, it was similar to what Yato asked, except that when answering Gomaki, Tomoe's answer was much more specific.

"Yato's judgment is not wrong, but I am only sure that something is changing in me."

"It's going to be a long process, unless you get seriously injured like today or..."

--"or?"

"Or, go to Fuyuki."

This is the second time Goujuanji has heard of this place name, maybe it has been mentioned by Shizhi before, but today is the second time, the second time in a short period of time.

"Fuyuki is the source of this power, and now it seems that I shouldn't go to Fuyuki."

--"Why?"

Shizhi chuckled, he pushed his chin hard to let the dog Curlthorn approach him, the one-armed spellcaster carefully avoided the pattering "black rain", and was pressed on the shoulder by the mind reader.

Pressing on his left shoulder, he subconsciously wrapped his arms around the opponent's shoulder.

--"……null?"

"If we went to Fuyuki..." Toko dragged his voice and did not continue, but everyone knew that it might not be a good guess, "I wanted to go wrong, but..." The end point is the same.

Shizhi read the next few words very softly, but Gou Juan heard it.

The spellcaster was frightened and angry, far more ups and downs than his own emotional fluctuations when he was injured.

This was all heard by Shi Zhikong without exception.

Human beings are weirdly angry, because they are blaming him for not revealing and concealing the truth, and they are also angry at the arrow in his assassination.

Compared with the injury of the curser who was bound by the curse and lost an arm, his injury was much lighter in terms of Juzhi Sora's physique.

But the dog curly spine just frowned.

The curse speller didn't open his mouth to speak, all his inner voice had been uttered in his heart, and it was output to Shi Zhikong like firing a machine gun.

——"It's too dangerous for you to stay here. The man who attacked you is a curse master, right? It seems to be the same person from Shibuya."

——"Leave here first, hey, Knotweed and the others are here too. Sora, I really don't blame Knotweed for my injury, let's go... No, Sora's injury is more important."

——"You put my shoulders on my shoulders and let's stand up... No, let's heal your wounds first."

—— "He said not to use the black stuff, so let me make a wish to you?"

Shizhi lowered his head and did not speak, he stood up with the strength of Goujuan.

He didn't heal the wound with the help of a wish as Goujuan said, the black mud swarmed up after he let go, and quickly filled the cavity in his chest.

——"...Ten Zhikong!!"

"Yes, yes, I'm listening." Swaying away from Goumaki's support, Shizhi opened the distance, and met the eyes of the spellcaster who was a little shorter than him.

Goujul's eyes are purple, as elegant as a sea of ​​flowers in Provence.

Shizhi likes to be stared at by Gouju very much, the little spellcaster is full of himself in his eyes, he is valued by him.

He is valued by many, but only one is special.

Hearing the heartbeat in his chest slow down a little bit, Shizhi felt that the sounds around him were also fading away.

Curlythorn the dog thought well.

He wanted to retreat back to rest for a while, and when he recovered, he would think of a way...whether it be the curse master or other enemies, he could deal with them all with his abilities.

— That's how the dog Curlythorn believed him.

A little blind, like his little believers.

——Curlythorn believes that he is omnipotent.

But... Shizhi hooked the corners of her lips.

"What's the price?" He said suddenly.

——"...Eh, didn't you say, Sora, that your newly acquired power can...?"

"Yes, it is possible, but the price of that is myself."

——"...You mean, you can't go back..."

The spellcaster seemed to understand something, he connected what Yato said earlier with Toji Sora's explanation to himself, and fell silent.

--"no others……"

Shi Zhi suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, he thought the light flaxen haired boy in front of him was extremely cute.

Innocent and cute, likes to play pranks, full of hope for the future.

Even after encountering a vicious injury that happened to him, he still didn't blame Knotabagi Yourhito.

The black mud surged in his chest for a moment, and Shi Zhikong felt that some kind of desire in himself was growing wildly, and he tried his best to restrain it.

"At that time, I can use one wish to restore everything that has 'already' happened, but the price is that I will go to the road you don't want to see and——I will always be wanted by hell."

The meaning of the ten branches refers to the countless lives that have been wiped out under the domain of the two-faced Su Nuo.

"So, Thorn, you want me to—"

Goujuan hastily replied "No" in his heart.

Afterwards, the environment quieted down, and the spell master took a few quick breaths, which was very obvious in this environment.

The boy with light flaxen hair bit his lower lip, and his anxiety caused him to bite bloodshot lips. His remaining right hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and the lanyard pulled down by the mask had already left deep marks on his face.

Purple eyes stared straight at Shi Zhikong, but Gou Juanxin became silent little by little.

——"...Let's go back first, Sora, you leave here with me first..."

"No." Shizhi leaned forward, interrupting Goumaki, "I have an idea."

"spine."

"Make a wish on me."

Shi Zhikong is attached to the dog's ear, and his eyes are slightly curved.

"I have come to grant your wish."

The dog curly spine felt like he had a long dream.

The cell phone alarm that was set in the morning rang on time, and the boy with light flaxen hair rolled twice on the bed, and finally turned over and sat up with his hands on his hands.

He fumbled for a long time on the bedside table with his left hand, closed his eyes and turned off the alarm.

Next, dressing and washing are all mechanical actions. When the door of the dormitory is opened, the dog roll is bathed in bright sunlight and hears the crisp sound of birdsong.

It's all too beautiful to be true.

Subconsciously, Gou Juan looked down at the phone.

A lock screen photo of a silver-haired boy holding a white horn he gave jumped on the screen, and a row of dates floated on the photo.

Today is - October 2018, 10.