My breeder is the strongest

It was obviously weird everywhere, but the check-in procedure was formal and cumbersome.

The head waiter respectfully took the card he handed over, and signed it for registration. Another waiter came out and took Gojo Satoru to another separate room.

The lighting in the room is a warm and bright color, the walls are soundproof panels with wood trim, and there is an elegant snake-neck gradient glass bottle in the corner, with pungent incense wafting from the mouth of the bottle.

Gojo Satoru frowned, the smell made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Wutiaojiu jumped down first and took the seat of the chair. Master Wutiao picked up the cat with one hand and put it on his lap.

"Hey." He directed the waiter, "That bottle of incense, please pour it out."

Waiter: "OK."

After taking out the incense bottle, the smell is much weaker.

Young Master Wutiao was still not very satisfied, but he leaned back in the chair, stroking the cat's fur with his hand.

The waiter returned to the room, picked up a blue folder, pen in one hand, and started asking.

"How many days would you like to make an appointment for?"

"one day."

"When is the check-in time?"

"Now."

"What is your name?"

Wutiao Wu's expression remained unchanged, "Xia Youjie."

Waiter: "Okay, Mr. Xia You."

She took out a white paper with typefaces from under the table, "Before arranging the room, can I trouble you to fill out this questionnaire first?"

Gojo Satoru:? ? ?

Do you need to fill out a questionnaire when staying in a hotel?

It's outrageous that this shitty place hasn't closed down yet.

He took the blank paper from the opposite side and glanced at it roughly. The questions on the questionnaire ranged from height, weight, hair color to life experience and future dreams.

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, "You guys live in a room with so many things going on?"

"That's right." The waiter smiled, "Our 'Xanadu' pursues a one-stop service. After getting to know your personal information, we will arrange the most suitable room, neighbors and entertainment for you according to your specific situation and preferences." project, please understand."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Good guy, is this really a hot spring hotel?

Parents don't care much about you.

An inexplicable irritability came to my heart.

At this moment, Young Master Wutiao really wanted to blow up the entire field regardless, and then the matter was resolved, and everyone was happy, and the questionnaire and the spell were all wiped out.

However, the ones who disappeared along with them probably seemed maybe... and the senior sister.

Thinking of the many troubles that would follow, Master Wutiao decided to endure it.

"Okay." Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, "Where is the pen, give me one."

After spending 10 minutes randomly filling out the questionnaire, this long and cumbersome check-in process is finally over.

The waiter asked some nonsense questions like "Do you want to buy insurance?" "Are you satisfied with our service?" After speaking, he took out a paper bag with the hotel logo printed on it from the cabinet in the reception room.

Passionately stuffing the paper bag into Gojo Satoru's arms, "This is a small gift from us when we enter the store, please be sure to accept it."

Master Wutiao took it over and took a look. Inside was a light blue coat with small sleeves, a numbered cherry blossom bracelet, and a wooden box.

He didn't have to push the wooden box - he could see it.

In that box was a Daifuku of Kikufu's edamame whipped cream.

Wutiaowu: "..."

On the test form, the preferences he filled in were clearly Xia Youjie's favorite cold buckwheat noodles.

He raised his head, and the waiter in front of him smiled as usual.

"Please rest assured that what we provide is definitely the service that best suits your wishes."

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

The light was still warm, and the corner of the waiter's mouth seemed to have a static curve, but it seemed to have a strange taste.

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, just took out the bathrobe from the paper bag as if nothing had happened, and put it on without warning.

"Oh, that's how it is~"

He suddenly laughed too.

"Then, I want to change the foreman just now to serve me, is that okay?"

Surprising.

There's something really weird about this place.

And it's even bigger than imagined.

Walking through the long corridor and climbing up the steep steps, the VIP top suite is located in the deepest part of the hotel and on the top of the mountain.

...Don't ask where the top of Roppongi comes from.

By the way—there are so many people here, doesn't anyone feel that something is wrong? ?

Shocking.

Amazing.

The foreman is wearing a dark blue bathrobe, which seems to be the uniform of the employees here, with a black strip on the hem and the words "Xanadu" embroidered in white on it. He is holding a paper lantern in his hand, trembling Lead the way.

The surrounding light is very dark, no matter it is outdoor or indoor, only paper and lamps are used, and faint candles are lit, which can only illuminate a little bit in front of you, and you don't know who you are going to fall to death.

"How long have you been here?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly asked.

The head waiter replied, "It's... less than a month."

"Promoted to foreman in less than a month?"

The foreman raised his chest proudly, "Yes, it's actually not a big deal, it's not that good..."

Gojo Satoru interrupted him, "What is your dream?"

Foreman: "Huh?"

Gojo Satoru: "I'm asking about your dream—before you came here, what did you want to do, what did you want to be, to get promoted and get rich? To be promoted to management?"

foreman:"???"

He blushed, "I'm not that kind of utilitarian person! My family has been running hot spring hotels for generations. My biggest dream is to make a hotel brand that is bigger and more famous than my father's hotel, and provide guests with the most Excellent service-”

Gojo Satoru: "Oh, that's fine. I know, you don't need to say it."

foreman:"……"

Didn't you ask me first? ? ?

Listen to what others have to say!

Gojo Satoru seems to be careless, but he has been carefully observing the information around him, trying to find out where the curse spirit is hiding.

……but.

No.

No.

No.

nowhere.

This place is just... hell.

No, he has seen too many ghosts, but he has never seen anything like this!

Gojo Satoru was a little anxious, the Persian cat around his neck moved around, turned its belly up, stretched out its two paws, and pressed its soft pads against his neck.

Icy cold.

Wujo regained consciousness and his mind cleared up a lot.

He finally realized what was wrong.

It seemed that since entering that room, he was more irritable than usual.

Master Wutiao lowered his eyes in thought, and patted the kitty on his shoulder. Wutiaojiu then jumped down, and his figure quickly disappeared into the grass by the side of the path.

The foreman hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't help asking, "Your cat..."

Gojo Satoru: "Mind your own business."

The foreman trembled, and just as he turned his head to keep his eyes fixed, the young master Wu Tiao suddenly came up again, relying on his height, pressed his elbows on his shoulders, and leaned close to his ear.

"Before you go back to your room, don't you guys order any other 'special service' here, huh?"

He took out his wallet, squeezed out a stack of bills from it, and said seductively, "Money is not a problem."

There are some things that can only be done if the children are distracted.

There are also some things that non-kittens can't do.

There is one thing that Gojo Satoru has always cared about.

That is, the disgusting stench on the street has never been smelled since entering this hotel.

Is it because of the incense?

still is……

Wu Tiaojiu moved his nose, followed the lingering scent of incense in the air, jumped down the steps, and turned into a house.

The ice-blue cat pupils leaned against the crack of the door, and through the neat gap, the girl's graceful body was in sight.

Green fingers untied the curled black silk, and the black hair slipped down like a waterfall, then put down the rolled up cuffs, and pressed on the collar with black borders.

In front of the girl was an old bronze mirror, she opened her clothes, and the pungent aroma rushed straight in.

The kitty couldn't help but opened his mouth and sneezed a little.

When he opened his eyes again, the scenery in the bronze mirror was completely different.

The girl opened the kimono, and the white filaments were densely connected to the inside of the clothes, just like the blood vessels of the human body. If you look carefully - those filaments do not exist alone, but are entangled with each other, forming carefully carved hollows. Tube, flowing with mantra invisible to the naked eye.

She held the middle of Baisi with her hand and pulled it outward.

In the palm of his hand, there seemed to be a bright red beating heart.

The heart pulled away from the white silk, the beating gradually stopped and withered, and soon turned into fly ash.

The girl opened the drawer, and the white silk thread was like fine velvet, paved into nine separate compartments, and in each compartment, there was a fresh beating heart.

Thump, thump.

Thump, thump.

Her fingers stroked those beating muscles almost gently.

"Today, who should I become..."

The white silk thread broke in from the side connected to the door frame at some point, and the ears of the little Persian cat outside the door stood up, and the white thread pierced the air like a silver needle, and then stopped at a distance of one centimeter from the cat, unable to move. .

There are more and more filaments around it, but they are all hanging in the air, looking like a semicircular cocoon with barbs on the inside.

The white Persian cat took two steps forward, walked out of the cocoon, and turned into a boy in place. He just took a breath, but was immediately choked and coughed twice uncontrollably.

Wujojiu pinched his nose, pushed open the door, and muffled his breath.

"I'm sorry, sister."

"Wu said, you must be eliminated."

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PS: How can I get up at four o'clock in the morning to code words, if this is true, my friend will wake up laughing