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"His pre-enrollment information seems to be very detailed, but in fact it is all nonsense," Otoko Yuta dug out the information that Gojo Satoru gave him, and turned directly to the marked page. "There is no information about him in all the schools that have been recorded in the data, and all the old rating and assessment files."

"But it's worth mentioning that when I was looking for it, I found that all these materials were related to an elder of the Wutiao family."

"The school he attended, the grading exams he went through, and a bunch of other things in his profile are all inextricably linked to this elder."

"The most important point is that this elder was the first one who passed him to enter the college."

"Wait a minute," Xia Youjie subconsciously stopped, "There's nothing wrong with coming here, right?"

He ignored the gray-faced elder, frowned and said: "The particularity of Jushan Haruki's technique, anyone who has been in contact with him knows that if the Gojo family planned to hide his existence from the beginning, it can be done." Spare no effort to erase everything about him while he was growing up."

Such a technique would be a disaster for anyone. If the Gojo family wanted to erase everything about him, it would be absolutely reasonable for the outside world to completely ignore the existence of Haruki Niyama.

"The information about before entering the college is blank. If you say that he never stepped out of the house before entering the college, I will believe it."

According to the virtues of those families in the magic world, they can do such a thing completely.

"The file was taken out by the Wutiao family. They can edit anything they want on it. Anyway, it's just used to show off to the high-level people in the magic circle. It's normal to find nothing if you search it along the way."

Furthermore, according to Jushan Haruki's previous virtues, it's no wonder that he can go to school. Anyone who cares about this material will know that it is made up, but it's just the tacit understanding of the Gojo family and high-level officials.

From this point of view, Jushan Haruki's unknown origin can be fully explained.

But obviously Gojo Satoru knows more than he needs to.

"Yi Gu is right," he said.

"It's true that Jushan Haruki has nothing to do with the Gojo family. I knew it from the beginning."

The elder's pupils shrank sharply.

"I saw it on the first day I entered school," he said calmly to Elder Xiang's unbelievable eyes, "You say that he has sealed up a terrible magic power, and that he is fortunately inextricably linked with the Wutiao family. The relationship survived by sealing it in the eyes."

"Then he said that he is a magician, a special class who has been isolated from the world since he was a child and has never been in contact with the outside world."

"He also told me that he is related to the Wutiao family."

"But I saw it at first glance," his white eyelashes drew a smooth arc under the bright white moonlight, "he has nothing to do with the Gojo family."

The whole room was suddenly eerily silent.

"I let Yuta go just to confirm my guess," he shook the phone in his hand, and continued to say to Yigu Yuta, "Go ahead."

The electric wave was silent for a long while, as if feeling the tense atmosphere here.

"Okay," followed by Yi Gu Youtai's calm voice as usual, "I followed the elder to search up, and found the reason why this information has not been found to be wrong for more than ten years."

"The elder of Wutiao's family, who arranged his past identity, borrowed his identity as the son who died of exorcising the curse spirit in the early years, and used a person who no longer existed to build a network of relationships, and involved this information. "

"Because this fake information is hung under the dead son of the respected elder of the Wutiao family, even if someone finds something wrong, they dare not point it out."

"In addition, the owner of the data has been dead for more than ten years, and the ownership of the files exists in name only, so no one will dig out this old account to cause trouble for themselves."

Yiguyouta looked at the brightly lit wooden mansion. Even at this point, there were still some maids walking back and forth in the corridors, all dressed in uniform and holding plates. Such a branch in Miyagi Prefecture is still one of the aristocratic families that cannot be ignored in the conjuration circle of Sendai.

"Sorry, Mr. Wutiao, it may have something to do with you in the future," he looked away from the maid, and suddenly said to the other end of the phone, "When I found this place, I followed the elder's dead son according to my inertia. check."

"He died in a mission that wrongly estimated the level of the curse spirit." Yi Gu Youtai suddenly stopped when he said this.

"It's okay." Sensing the hesitation in his tone, Gojo Satoru glanced at Xia Youjie who was standing beside him, "I have no outsiders here."

Xia Youjie's face eased up a little strangely, and the atmosphere that was about to freeze between the two became a little bit better

"You keep talking."

After receiving the continued reply, Yi Guyou breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

"According to the records, the super-level magic spirit was wrongly judged by the window as a first-level, and sent Wutiao teacher, who was already a super-level magician at that time, to you."

"But the situation was urgent at that time, and the supervisor and assistant couldn't find where you are, teacher, so in the end, a conjurer was temporarily replaced to take over this task."

"The conjurer who was replaced was the dead son of the elder of the Wutiao family. Originally, as a civil servant, he didn't have to exorcise the curse spirit, but at that time, the situation was critical and he was the only one, so he had to go here mission."

As soon as these words were spoken, the legs of the elder who was pressed against the wall next to him suddenly went limp.Wujo Satoru was holding the phone in one hand and still holding his collar in the other, and when he saw this, he lifted the weak-legged elder up with one hand.

"Then due to Chuang's misjudgment, the curse spirit that should have been exorcised easily became a special grade, and the only first-level conjurer who performed the task died unexpectedly." Yigu Youtai concluded.

"Actually, there is one sentence missing from the file," Gojo Satoru suddenly said, "After the death of the conjurer, the last one who came to exorcise the curse spirit was actually the super-level supervisor who was looking for from the beginning."

"The window is actually not wrong." He suddenly held up his mobile phone and approached the trembling elder, "In fact, they found me back then, and after I went—"

"That curse spirit is level one."

He let go of his hand suddenly, and the elder suddenly fell to the ground.

"Do you have an archive of the elder's deceased son's rating file?" He straightened up and asked on the phone.

"Yes," came the rubbing sound of flipping paper from the opposite side of the microphone.

"The last Class I rating was 14 years ago," the paper's voice paused. "In Sendai."

Gojo Satoru took a meaningful look at the elder who was slumped on the ground: "I was always curious why a first-level conjurer, even a first-class conjurer who has been working as a civil servant for several years without exorcising curse spirits, How could you not be able to defeat a first-level curse spirit?"

"This confusion has been throughout my teenage years," he showed a puzzled expression, "because I have never met such a good person before."

"But just now, my doubts were answered," Gojo Satoru squatted down, casually continued to lift the elder's collar, and lifted him up.

"In the promotion evaluation back then, in order to please the powerful elder of the Wutiao family, you gave his eldest son a first-grade evaluation, and successfully entered the power center of the magic world."

"Shouldn't it be said that you still know that you can't go too far in flattering? Otherwise, if you rated it as a special grade, wouldn't he die sooner?"

"But you are quite lucky," Gojo Satoru sighed, "because this elder has hated me since the death of his son, and he has completely forgotten about you, a rotten fish and rotten shrimp, and sent him to Sendai for more than a dozen years. I haven't thought of you for years."

"I used to think that Haruki Yoshiyama was sent by him to assassinate me," he curled his lips, "because it really seemed strange that someone who seemed to have nothing to do with the Gojo family was suddenly inserted into the high school by him. Bad intentions."

"So I just wanted to see what this guy was up to."

"But then I found out that maybe he also has a grudge against Noctua." Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin and pondered.

During the two years of Jushan Haruki's high school, it was obvious that the righteous way was the biggest victim.

"Maybe he wants to get revenge by killing Noctua Moth in anger," Gojo Satoru casually remarked.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic, what do you mean by Haruki Iyama's return?"

After such a long string of interruptions, it was hard to see why he hadn't forgotten about it.

Obviously, Xia Youjie, who has been silent all this time, has not forgotten either.

The curse spirit behind him quickly replaced Wutiao Wu and stuck the elder's throat.

Under Xia Youjie's instruction, the curse spirit gradually tightened the tentacles wrapped around the elder's neck.

"What the hell is going on?" What exactly happened that year.

"Cough, cough," the elder coughed a few times in embarrassment, and suddenly he got an unknown courage from nowhere, and he said intermittently under the continuously tightening tentacles of the curse spirit: "You can see that he and the The Gojo family is not related by blood."

"Haven't you been with his classmate for two years and didn't find out that the classmate you get along with day and night is actually not human?"

Gojo Satoru, who hadn't gone far, suddenly turned his head to look at the elder.

The elder knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he shut his mouth tightly after saying this, and Ren Xia Youjie refused to utter another word no matter how hard he asked.

At this moment, there was a sound of unlocking the door that Xia Youjie had closed after the two of them entered.

"N-Good evening...?" Facing the eyes of the two classmates looking up and down like X-rays shooting aliens, Haruki Jushan who just opened the door tremblingly greeted.

Is he interrupting something?

It's fine for them to work behind his back, what kind of look is this.

[噫...] The system made a sound of disgust at what he just said, [Duplicate words, disgusting. 】

Jushan Haruki looked at the eyes of Wujo Gojo and Xia Youjie, and touched his side face inexplicably: "Is there something on my face?"

What kind of eyes do these two people look at him?Did something happen to him before he knew it?

The scumbag touched his face narcissistically, but found nothing.

Since it wasn't his problem, it must be Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie's problem. Having figured out the crux of the problem, Haruki Jushan definitely lowered his hands and raised his head, looking at these two people confidently.

Him, Jushan Haruki, Xiaobaihua, is there any problem?

——The problem may be a bit big.

The fragile nerves of the elder who was pressed against the wall by Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie were finally crushed by Haruki Jushan who suddenly pushed the door open.

If it weren't for the hand of the curse spirit pinching his neck, the three people present had no doubt that the elder might kneel down and give them a knock in the next second.

After Jushan Haruki came in, the elder's serious fear almost suddenly increased by an order of magnitude. If he heard Jushan Haruki's voice before, he just retreated subconsciously, then now he is desperately trying to hide.

As soon as he came in, he saw a grey-haired old man with four limbs and used his back to hide, but he was strangled by something invisible: ... Excuse me.

If you don’t understand, just ask, is this the shooting scene of The Conjuring 4?

Right now, everyone in the audience seems to be most in need of soul-calling is the Elder himself, who was scared out of his wits by Haruki Jushan.

After Jushan Haruki entered the room, he fell into a state of extreme panic. He didn't recover from this state until he turned around and closed the door and said good evening.

"Where's your spell power?" This was the first sentence uttered by the astonished elder.

Xia Youjie looked sideways.

It’s not surprising that this elder knows the existence of Jushan Haruki. After all, there are only a few students in the high school a year, and they are all special grades, or three special grades who work every day. strangeness.

But knowing is knowing, it's a bit evil to be so afraid of Haruki Jushan.

It is understandable to say that he is afraid of the sudden explosion of the spell power all over his body, but what is he afraid of when Haruki Jushan has no spell power at all?

He didn't have six eyes, and the trembling elder obviously couldn't give him an answer. Xia Youjie hesitated for a while, and then turned his gaze to Wujo Wu, who hadn't made a sound since the elder said that sentence. .

Gojo Satoru, who was still in shock, came back to his senses a little.

The perspective of the six eyes is different from that of ordinary people.

It is difficult for Wujo Satoru who has it to explain this feeling to people who have not experienced this perspective.

In the perspective of the six eyes, all people are equally open to him all the secrets without distinction, just like he can tell at a glance whether Haruki Juyama is related to the Gojo family, and who returned after ten years. He is still Ju Shanqingshu, and at the same time, he can also judge that the elder is actually not the first level as written in his information.

So when he saw Haruki Jushan for the first time after ten years, he judged that the person in front of him was indeed him, but it was just him without the magic power.

Haruki Hayashi is a different existence from others.

From the day he met Haruki Neiyama, in the field of vision of Six Eyes, he was a mass of constantly surging magic power.

From the day he entered school, it was written clearly in his file that Haruki Yoshiyama has an almost inexhaustible reserve of mana power, and the mana power sealed up in his eyes will explode all the time when he comes into contact with him. Something that touches the skin.

Gojo Satoru had never seen such an existence before, so he took it for granted that the particularity of Haruki Hayashi's technique determined his particularity within the six eyes.

But on this night when the amount of information exploded, the elder who had been far away from the power center of the Wutiao family for more than ten years suddenly told him in a hurry that the classmate he had been with for two years was actually not even a human being, which really confused the young master Wutiao up.

So in the next ten minutes, he kept thinking about why Haruki Jushan was not a human anymore.

Although he usually looks like a dog, it's a bit outrageous to be expelled like this.

During the ten minutes from when the elder said that sentence to when Haruki Jushan opened the door and came in, he remembered in his mind the two years when Haruki Jushan was his classmate ten years ago and the ten days when he came back. Everything went through, except that he lost his memory inexplicably after he came back and he had no magic power in front of himself and Xia Youjie, everything else was normal.

Although those conjurers have always annoyed him and even wished to go to Mars to plant potatoes for four years, but it's really not possible to bring him an alien back as a classmate, right?

Do those elders understand what it means not to answer?

Just thinking of this moment, he felt Xia Youjie's inquiring gaze, Gojo Satoru pulled his thoughts back from Trisolaran with difficulty.

"You look scared?" He turned his head and looked at the elder who wanted to disappear in this room in a second.

Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at the elder whose panic expression had risen to a higher level after Haruki Ju came, and then at himself and Xia Youjie who had worked so hard to scare the elder for more than an hour before Haruki Ju came.

In the end he asked puzzledly: "Do you think Jushan Haruki is scarier than the two of us?"

"Are you serious?" Wutiao Eldest Young Master asked dissatisfied.

"Ah? Am I so scary?" Jushan Haruki asked inexplicably.

Seeing that the elder in front of him was scared like this, he thought it was something these two people did before he came to scare him like this.

Why are you afraid of him?Does he bite?

This scumbag stood and talked without pain in his back. He had no idea how much the unlucky elder in front of him had gone through that night.

The promotion task that would not have caused any problems at first ran into a big problem because he wanted to get the last fortune. A promotion task that should have been safe and no one knew about it caused the movement of skyrocketing mountains and fires. Only the third-level elders dare not go down the mountain to control the situation at all.

It was a rare promotion mission that went wrong, just in time for Wujo Gojo to come to Sendai for a mission, so he caught it right away, and with a flick of his hand, he revealed the tacit secret among several high-level people in the magic world.

It's fine if it's just like this, but just when the secret was revealed, he suddenly learned the news that the super Haruki Yoshiyama who was at the same level as Gojo Satoru more than ten years ago was actually not dead. What's more, the person who found out the news even revealed the root cause of his relegation from the center of power in the magic circle in Tokyo to Sendai 14 years ago.

He was able to stand here well without fainting from a cerebral hemorrhage, all thanks to the implementation of the annual physical examination in the magic circle.

One by one, Wujo Wu's last sentence became the last straw for the unlucky elder's psychological defense to collapse tonight.

"It's okay, think about it slowly," he released the elder from Xia Youjie's sticky tentacles, and placed him on the wooden bench in the middle of the room.

"Whether you want to get up or not, you, an elder, have nothing to do anyway," Gojo Satoru said indifferently, "If there is any problem in the future, the magicians will be the first to look for you."

"You came to Sendai because you offended the powerful elders of the Wutiao family." He bent down and put his hands on both sides of the wooden stool. "Guess what will happen to you after this list is released."

It is known that the powerful elder of the Wutiao family has an enmity with Wutiao Wu, and because he offended this elder in the early years, he was sent to Sendai secretly. After going through too many elders tonight, he finally chose the best solution.

—Hold the five Wu thighs.

"At that time, Wutiao..." the elder vaguely passed the name, "I was transferred to Sendai within two months after that."

"Sendai is not far from Tokyo, but it is much worse in terms of power change and core position in the magic world."

"Sendai's information is far less close to the core than Tokyo's. I have been here for more than two years without knowing anything, until one day, that elder came to me."

"He said there is a way to make..." He raised his head and glanced at Gojo Satoru, "pay the price."

"If it works, I can return to the center of power in the magic world in Tokyo."

"Then he gave me a completed document."

What he was talking about should be the information that everyone can see by checking the living tree Qingshu now.

"Let me find someone."

"It's true that Jushan Haruki has nothing to do with the Gojo family," he said.

"Actually, he has nothing to do with the magic world." The elder added with a glance at Haruki Jushan.

"The information you can see now says that there is endless magic power in his body. This magic power sealed in his eyes is skyrocketing all the time, and it will explode everything that comes into contact with his skin."

"He is the seal itself." The elder shivered.

"It's a living mantra that has existed for an unknown number of years."