Youren, I will raise you with a trumpet!

"Nagizaki Wild Rose, do you really not know who the person who was tortured by the two-faced Nuo is?"

"Not reporting what you know is a betrayal of the magic world!"

"Why don't you kill the victim with Fu Heihui?!"

A few words and chattering noise made the orange-haired girl standing in the middle of the lobby frown uncomfortably.

Her forehead was throbbing and hurting like hell. From early morning until now, these guys have caught her for about four or five hours, right?Are they parrots or repeaters?really noisy.

It doesn't make sense to ask, it's worse than an idiot.

I'm really sorry I don't know who the victim is. If you are like this, I guess you will go directly to those guys from Knotweed.

What is it to say that not reporting what you know is betrayal? This is for the sake of your body and mind, okay?It's not you shrinking turtles who will find them at that time, but us magicians.

For the double-faced Su Nuo, the king of curses thousands of years ago... even if it is only one-twentieth, Fu Heihui and I are not sure that we can escape from his hands, right?

I can't live long enough for fellows like you.

...Besides, it's another matter whether the knotweed Yuren and the others can do it.

She picked out her ears impatiently, propped her chin up casually, and said helplessly, "I said, old men, I really don't know who that victim is." Nagasaki paused, and said, "Furthermore ,With Fu Heihui and I's strength, we can't survive the attack of Liangsu Nuo at all, right? You should be glad that he didn't kill him, so we can survive now and tell you the news."

**

Walking out of the conference hall, Nagasaki saw Megumi Fukuro leaning against the corridor.

It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time, and his complexion was very bad, even a little too pale.

Did he not rest since the battle was over?seems to be injured...

"Yo, Fuhei."

She said hello, and the boy with the black sea urchin head looked over and looked her up and down.

"Finally out."

Kizaki rubbed his stiff shoulders, let out a comfortable sigh, and walked lazily to his side.

"Those guys have been asking for a long time, I don't know how old they are, and they still stay up most of the night, catching people asking questions," the two walked side by side, Nagasaki asked casually, "Don't they How long have you been asking?"

"Well, it will be over in about an hour or so."

"..."

Nagasaki stood still abruptly, turned his head to look at his classmates with a ferocious face, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Huh? Why? Did you scare them with your sea urchin head?!"

Fu Heihui was speechless: "...No."

Then he couldn't help but ask back: "Is this the kind of person I am in your eyes?"

The orange-haired classmate ignored his second sentence in a very normal way, and strode forward very angrily, still muttering nonsense.

"Damn old men, interrupting my beauty sleep! Don't you know that the sleep time of young and beautiful girls is very important?!"

Fu Heihui: "..."

He sighed, and hurried to catch up.

"There is one more thing to tell you," he said quickly, "Mr. Wutiao is injured."

Nazaki: "? Is this some new type of prank?"

Fu Hei Hui paused, shook his head and said softly, "No, it's true."

**

The white bed in the infirmary, the white sheets, the glaring hanging bottle, and the unpleasant smell of disinfectant intertwined life and death.

Gojo Satoru just lay on the hospital bed without making a sound.

The bandage was made extremely wide, covering a wide area, and it was almost impossible to see a little bit of bare skin.There were some fresh blood stains where the bandage was wrapped, and if you got closer, you could smell a strong smell of blood.

Two freshmen, freshmen, stood quietly beside the teacher's bed.

"I'm just kidding..." Nagasaki muttered to himself, and looked at the students next to him as if asking for proof, "He is Gojo Satoru... Don't everyone say that he is very strong?!"

Although this teacher is a bit unreliable, he did help me a lot. In a certain way, he is a qualified teacher.Everyone was describing how strong he was, so naturally, Kagezaki thought that nothing could hurt him.

Because he's the strongest, isn't he?

The tip of the teeth bit the lower lip, and the fine fishy smell filled the mouth, Fu Heihui remained silent.

"The doctor at home just now said that Mr. Wutiao has only temporarily fallen into a coma, and there is nothing serious about it."

"Isn't this a big problem? He's wrapped up like a mummy!" Nagasaki yelled angrily, "What's going on? What happened to Wujo-sensei?!"

"Calm down." Fu Heihui pressed her shoulders to prevent the female classmate from jumping onto Gojo Satoru's hospital bed with tears in her eyes, causing secondary trauma to his poor teacher.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but Dr. Jiaru told me that the teacher found her by himself. It seems that someone attacked the teacher, but the other party should have died."

"...But the teacher said before he passed out that it might have something to do with the two-faced Nuo."

Nagasaki calmed down and clenched his fists: "That is to say, we are going to find the victim now?"

"Before the teacher wakes up, this is the only clue." Fu Heihui let go of his hand, glanced at Wujo Wu lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and lowered his eyes, "I always feel that that person and this matter It should have something to do with it."

Especially the person named Kentaro, he can clearly distinguish the difference between Liangmiansu Nuo and Polygonum cuspidatum Yuren. It should not be the first time he has seen Liangmian Su Nuo.

Could it be that before that, the male high school student named "Huzhang Youren" had swallowed a finger of the two-faced Su Nuo?

...If this is the case, it is too unbelievable, right?

Being able to be incarnated by the cursed king and suppress his consciousness... Is this really an ordinary human being?

"Bandage it up first," Nagasaki casually picked up a clean roll of bandage and handed it to him, standing with his chest folded and watching him frown, "Although I know you're a stinky fart, at least you like to be clean, right?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

**

It wasn't long after they left that the house-entry nitrate opened the door with a big bag of things.

The white plastic bag was huge, but it was still bulging.I could vaguely smell a scent of cake in the smell of disinfectant, and this scent, like a seductive hand, got under the patient's nose on the hospital bed.

The white mummy trembled violently, its limbs moved like a clump of cheerful seaweed.

The airtight white bandage struggled for a while, and Gojo Satoru finally tore open a small slit, revealing its moistened lips.

"Give, give me...!"

Jia Ruozi calmly admired his operation like a zombie movie scene, and finally picked up the scissors and cut the bandage in two out of mercy.

Gojo Satoru, who was able to see the light of day again, looked at the white plastic bag in his hand and burst into tears: "Hurry up, Mr. Nitro, give me dessert!"

The big white cat chows down on a bunch of sweet treats.

"You should be really thankful that Six Eyes helped you recover more than half of it, so that your brain didn't burn you into a fool."

The doctor at home lit a cigarette melancholy, enjoying the comfort of the cigarette.

She looked at her friend and said, "Aren't you afraid that you will be beaten to death by those two students who lied to you like this?"

"Oh, there are probably one or two students who want to beat you anyway." The beauty with long black hair hugged her hair and neatly tied it together with a rubber band. I need to make room, and I still need to do some research."

Gojo Satoru barely looked up from the temptation of a large number of desserts, and raised his index finger in an inscrutable way: "First, I didn't lie to them, I am really weak."

The weak Wutiao teacher coughed twice weakly, expressing that he is really weak now.

"Second, what they want to do is their business. As for the consequences... As their teacher, I will do my duty."

This kind of serious words came out of his mouth, in exchange for the eyes of his former classmates, and a greeting of "Are you all right?"

"Just kidding, I'm a glorious high school teacher!"

The glorious and conscientious teacher of the college said seriously: "Let the students carry out social practice, fully understand social knowledge, and enhance the connection of social relations. This is what I, a Goodteacher, should do~!"

Home into the glass: "..."

The hand holding the bandage is ready to move.jpg

"Besides, my injury this time is considered serious in the world of conjuration, so I can just see what they want to do." Speaking of those high-level people, Wujo Wu's eyes flashed an obscure light, "It's just right I can take advantage of this time to rest~"

"It's entirely because I don't want to complete the task." Nitro sneered, "A friendly reminder, after you recover, explain it honestly to Principal Ye Moth."

Problem child Gojo Satoru: "...Ahahaha, that's all for the future."

What does the future have to do with Gojo Satoru now?Now I'm just a kitty who lacks dessert.

Jia Ruozi smiled calmly: "I will prepare a bed for you."

"And that," Gojo Satoru waved his hand indifferently, and changed the subject, "The little thing I brought, please test it with Nitro."

"The hair and blood you mentioned? It has been sent to a special laboratory... Speaking of which, what is it?"

Gojo Satoru: "I don't know."

"But I suspect that he has some special relationship with Fuhesher," he paused, "...and Rei Inuzuka."

"Maybe he and Ling are the same kind of people."

Talking about the former mutual friends, Nitro couldn't help recalling for a moment.

That person who seems to have facial paralysis, but is very gentle towards himself and these classmates.The scarf she wove by herself, the dessert she made by herself...and that very enjoyable birthday party.

"I see." Nitro nodded sadly, and pressed the almost exhausted lady's cigarette into the ashtray, "...Speaking of which, she has been gone for a long time, right?"

After that time, Rei Inuzuka never contacted her again, saying that she was going on a trip, but she didn't even send any information, let alone videos and photos.

Nitro had vaguely noticed something, but he never told anyone else about it.

It was as if she could pretend that she was living well on the other side of the world without thinking about it or talking about it.

"That's what I'm going to say next," Gojo Satoru sat upright, leaning forward, "Glass, I suspect that Ling is not dead yet."

"She's probably still watching us."

"—in, somewhere."