Goujuan always refuses to confess

October 2018, 10 is Halloween.

Goujuan yawned sleepily, and he was still not very awake after the alarm clock woke him up.

Today is Wednesday, and the school still has classes, but I have time to ask for leave.

Recalling vaguely the greeting Shizhi had greeted him two days ago, Goujuan dropped by the next door and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He fumbled for the keychain from his pocket, and there were ten empty dormitory keys hanging on it. He inserted it into the door lock, twisted it, pushed the door open, and Goujuan saw an empty room as expected.

Goujuu stood at the door blankly for a while, took a step back and shook his head.

Strange, why did he come to the empty room?

Asking for leave is something that was agreed in the morning, so he won't forget it?

After closing and locking the door, the dog curled its neck and muttered a few words about rice ball fillings.

On the way to school for breakfast, he met Pan Da and Maki, and was about to raise his left arm to say hello to them, when the unbearable soreness came from his shoulder.

Goujul shook his arm strangely, the soreness was fleeting, as if it was just his illusion.

Pang Da rushed out of the cafeteria with his breakfast in his arms, and he chased Zenyuan Maki, who was holding a few bamboo leaves with a dark face, looking at the girl's angry appearance, as if she was about to force food that Panda didn't like into his mouth .

I don't know how Panda provoked Maki.

The dog roll shook his head.

Going forward is the direction of the teaching building. Today's first class is Wutiao's class. If Kong asks for leave, he has to bring a copy of the class notes for Kong, and then... Huh?

Goujuan stopped suddenly, and he saw two people stopped at the door of the teaching building.

The silver-haired boy wore casual clothes because he didn't go to class today. He wore a black shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms according to his habit, and a heavy windbreaker was hung on his elbows.

... In fact, Sora's habit of wearing shirts regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter is a bit strange.

Shi Zhikong was talking with Wutiao teacher. The tall white-haired teacher stood very casually with his hands in his pockets, nodding his head from time to time.

Originally, Goujuan didn't want to rely on him, but Mr. Wutiao discovered his existence.

"Hey, isn't this a thorn? Are you going to class?"

"Salmon roe."

Gou Juan nodded and walked over, ten branches didn't turn around to reveal Wu Tiao Wu's old background.

"I forgot that the first class was my Wutiao teacher, and still stand here talking to me?"

"Oh yes, the first class of the second grade is mine today, I almost forgot."

Gojo Satoru clenched his right hand into the palm of his left hand as if suddenly enlightened. He was about to hook the second-year spell master into the teaching building to go to class together, but he found his student trembling.

"Spine?" Two inquiries sounded at the same time, and Shi Zhikong also looked over at this moment.

Gou Juan couldn't hear him, and he fell into a state of bewilderment the moment he faced Shang Shizhi Kong.

——He saw the silver-haired boy whose appearance flashed vaguely.

A black disc loomed above the opponent's head, and when Shizhikong's golden eyes met his own purple eyes, he felt that he was wrapped in a mass of black mud.

But it was obvious that the silver-haired boy had nothing on his head.

Goujuan bent down in pain and covered his chest, and he grabbed his left arm again while panting rapidly, the feeling of muscle touch made him feel unreal, as if everything was fake.

"... Thorn?" Youyuan's voice came from nearby, and someone called his name in a trance.

Then...then, countless scenes flashed through the mind of the spellcaster. He sat up in a dying posture and grabbed the arm of the person who was holding him.

"Teacher Wutiao... Kong...you don't, don't... don't get involved..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy with light flaxen hair tilted his head and passed out directly.

The class couldn't be finished, Wutiao Wu's handout clapped and said that this class was self-study, and then sent the fainted dog Juji to the infirmary with Shizhi.

Nitro received them, she quickly checked the dog volume, and then came to a "shocked" conclusion.

"It should be fine for a while, it's nothing serious." Nitzi directed the silver-haired boy to move him to the bed in the infirmary, "but what did he see? He was a little scared."

The big and small opposite her shook their heads.

"Well, then you can watch here, as long as you don't tear down the room." Niatzi said that he left for a while, and closed the door of the infirmary.

There were only three people left in the room. The white-haired teacher stood there for a while, then he turned to ask his sober students.

"Ji told us not to go to Shibuya, do you know why?" Before Juzhi answered, Gojo Satoru added a few words, "Don't say Sora, you don't know, according to your personality, you took leave early in the morning You should have left the school instead of stopping me in front of the teaching building and looking for me to chat about something." Still distracted.

Shizhi cast a sideways glance at his teacher, "I don't know, but—"

The student dragged out a long voice, and sat on the seat beside the bed with Shizhi leaning against his chin, his gaze fixed on the unconscious spellcaster.

"But I have a vague feeling." It was just a feeling. He didn't leave the school directly because of this feeling, but stayed in the school for a while, "Ji's heart just now was very chaotic, he thought too much."

Juzhi repeated the general points with Gojo Satoru, and the word Shibuya appeared several times.

But because Gou Juan was thinking too fast at the time, the words captured by Shizhi were fragmented, and it was difficult for people to understand what he wanted to express with just a few words.

——Really, is that all?

Gojo Satoru shifted his gaze to the left, and the student sitting there silently was playing with the... syringe in his hand?

"Hey Kong, put down Nitro's office equipment, if it breaks, she will ask me to pay for it."

Although it is a small amount of money, it is quite troublesome for Nitro to get angry.

After persuading his student, Gojo Satoru found that Tokoe Sora evaded the situation and just ignored him while he stopped him from chatting.

- there are strange.

The white-haired teacher narrowed his eyes under the blindfold, "Speaking of which, don't you have to ask for leave? Just leave it to me to look at Ji, and you can go about your own business."

Shizhi: "No, I'll stay a little longer."

The silver-haired boy had had enough of playing with the syringe and put the utensils on the tray aside, he stretched out his hand to tuck the corner of the blanket for the spellcaster on the bed.

After finishing this movement, Shizhi put his hand on Goujumaki's forehead, as if he wanted to smooth the other's frown.

As soon as he put his hand on it, the moment he touched it, he was clenched tightly by the startled spellcaster.

Gou Juan's hand was very strong, and with this stroke, Shi Zhi's arm was pinched with red marks, and his nails were even embedded in the flesh.

Shizhikong didn't even blink his eyes, and held Goujume's immobile left hand with his backhand.

"【Don't...don't go to Shibuya】."

The dog curly thorn who had just woken up couldn't control himself, and the young man who couldn't tell whether it was inside or outside uttered a spell, and the words with the power of the spell fell on the two people in the room in a second.

However, neither Shizhikong nor Wujo Wu is an existence that can be easily controlled.

The silver-haired boy was completely unaffected, and the white-haired teacher leaned over after the spell master woke up.

"How about Thorn?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"Immediately, wait a little longer." Shizhi replied.

When Goujuan calmed down completely and broke free from the chaotic reality, what he saw was an arm that was bleeding from his pinching.

"...Dried bonito!" Hastily letting go, Gou Juan was in a panic trying to find the wound medicine.

Shi Zhi held him down, pushed him back to the bed and sat up.

"My injury is fine, but you... Is something serious going to happen to Shibuya?"

--"null?"

Gou Juanji found in a daze that the status quo was somewhat different from what "Shizhikong" said.

"No, what Ji experienced should not be "Zhuang Zhou's Dream of Butterfly". "

"speak English."

"Mr. Wujo, don't you even understand the idioms next door... Oh, what happened in Shibuya is true."

After the spell master's difficult explanation, Gou Juanji crackled and took a notebook borrowed from Yidi to type, and Shi Zhikong supplemented it with mind reading, Gou Juanji recounted everything in his "dream".

But it was all too appalling.

Let's put it outside, it is impossible to put together multiple combinations of super curse spirits, resurrected curse masters, or even enchantment prison gates.

But Shizhi affirmed Goujumaki's rhetoric.

Wutiao: "Because of your vague feelings?"

Shizhi: "More than that, Mr. Wutiao, do you dare to explain the whereabouts of the cursed master's body?"

The silver-haired student and the white-haired teacher looked at each other in the infirmary. The latter had a smile on his face and never answered.

Shizhi raised his eyebrows, confirming a guess.

"Mr. Jiaru did not receive Xia Youjie's body."

"Empty..."

"That's why I sent you back? What happened to the soul of the curser?" With a turn of his golden eyes, Juzhi immediately turned his head and changed the subject.

——"It's not sending me back. To be precise, you let me go back in time. You said that October 10st is your limit."

To be precise, it was the limit of "Ten Zhikong" in that state, but Gou Juan didn't say that.

That's where the problem lies.

He didn't remember Shizhikong.

The light flaxen-haired boy pursed his lips, and after typing everything that happened in Shibuya into the document, his heart sank.

At the same time, he is the only one who thinks about it now, even if Shizhi affirms that this is not his nightmare, his mood still does not improve.

——"The curse master's soul seems to be caused by the wrong operation of your previous resurrection. You said that you wanted to keep Wujo-sensei and bring him with you... When you fought the curse master who occupied other people's corpses, you I left it behind and didn’t have time to take it away.”

Although this sounds very strange, it is true.

"Threat me..." The white-haired teacher rubbed his chin, "Have guts."

Gojo Satoru quickly scanned the words on the document and memorized them in his mind, and then deleted all the words Gojuan typed.

"Glass is believable, but we should find a quiet place to discuss in detail."

It is only a few hours away from the evening that Goujuanji said. If there is really a conspiracy against him, it needs to be discussed carefully.

Gojo Satoru turned around and left, but before he left, he took a deep look at where Juke was, and saw the latter staring at him, and then closed the door of the infirmary again.

The two remaining students sat facing each other, and the uninjured spell master had put on his shoes and stood in front of the silver-haired boy.

He lowered his head, looking down at Shi Zhikong sitting on the stool.

The golden eyes and the purple eyes looked at each other, and Shi Zhi read the uneasiness from it.

—Why don't you remember.

This is what the spellcaster probably wanted to express.

"It's not that I don't remember." Shizhi raised his head, stretched out his pinched hand, and held Goujuan's, "I will go to Teacher Wutiao, and I probably want to ask Xia Youjie about it."

"You didn't come back alone, Thorn."