When the blind date is 5t5

Tokyo Amusement Park has been cleared, and our group stood at the empty and lonely gate.

The person in charge of the amusement park nodded and bowed by his side, but there were still faint doubts about our ability in his eyes.

Yidizhi pushed the glasses on the tip of his nose, holding a notebook in his left hand, and said sternly: "According to the [window] that escaped, there are at least two special curse spirits in it... As for the curse master who set up this account , we haven't found it yet, and the filth he left behind is also very strange."

"Two special grades," I couldn't help frowning when I heard that, "would it be too difficult for three first graders to deal with?"

Gojo Satoru hugged me affectionately, completely ignoring that there were other people beside him.

The high-profile display of the workplace romance, I want everyone to know that we are married.

In this regard, I unceremoniously elbowed him away and warned him with my eyes.

be honest.

After being given a fierce look, Gojo Satoru puffed up his face, looking rather pitiful, aggrieved but trying not to cry.

I watched his performance as a weak little white cat indifferently, and secretly sneered.

Continue to install.

If you have the ability, pretend for a lifetime.

After a while, as if he sensed that I didn't like this, he put away the grievance on his face, and calmly said: "It's okay, isn't it with us?"

Hearing what he said, the anxiety entrenched in my heart eased a little, and I glanced at the trio not far away from the corner of my eye.They were laughing and laughing, discussing what to eat after the end.

OK, hope everything works out.

Relaxing the tense nerves, I slowly exhaled the stagnant turbid air.

Afterwards, Gojo Satoru took out a small and exquisite pistol from nowhere, and stuffed it into my hand.

"Give."

This pistol is not the same style as I have seen before.

The silver-white shell seems to be sprinkled with starlight, shining brightly.The slender gun body is engraved with mysterious and complicated patterns, and the handle is thoughtfully designed to be a size that girls can hold comfortably, and even the weight is less than half of a normal pistol.

"Is this a spell tool?" After carefully examining it, I looked at Gojo Satoru suspiciously.

He nodded, and led me to hold it with his right hand, "I specially found a custom-made super magic tool."

"Is there a name?" I aimed the muzzle of the gun at the ground to prevent others from being injured by fire.

"Glow," Gojo Satoru replied, and then introduced me to the craftsman who made this weapon. "He also has a representative work, the special-grade magic tool Youyun, but it has disappeared now."

"Is there anything special about it?" I asked, trying to suppress the eagerness in my heart.

Gojo Satoru seemed to see my urge to shoot, so he let go of his hand and whispered, "You'll know if you try."

As soon as this sentence came out, I pulled the trigger towards the ground without hesitation.

No bullets fired, no shots fired, not even recoil felt.

In the next second, there was a bullet crater the size of an adult's head on the ground.

!!!

Under my shining eyes full of curiosity, Gojo Satoru showed a rather smug look on his face, and then explained to me the principle of this special magic tool in a soft voice.

"Different from other spell tools," he said, "Glow uses positive energy as the driving energy. The attack formula carved on the wall of the gun will endow it with special destructive power on this sub-energy, which can damage all The curse spirits born from the negative energy cause extremely strong damage, which is no less than being shot by a child."

Isn't it just that the attributes are incompatible, and the attack is doubled.

I almost understood, so I nodded and nimbly turned the silver gun in a beautiful arc with my fingers.

"Now that you have a weapon," Gojo Goji's tone became devilish, "it's time to start training in hell and practice your shooting ability. If you can't hit a target, everything is useless."

It is normal to suffer a little bit if you want to become strong enough to protect yourself.

So, I put it away, raised an eyebrow at Gojo Wu and asked, "Okay, when do you plan to start?"

"Tomorrow."

But at this moment, Yi Dizhi looked tired.

After he finished talking about the current specific situation on his own, he walked in the front and led us into the amusement park.

A few meters away, the fountain with the sculpture of the Little Mermaid is still working diligently. Under the sun, the splashing water reflects dazzling colorful light.

The large-scale equipment such as the Ferris wheel, the jumping machine, and the roller coaster in the distance have long ceased to operate. They are dormant like beasts that have fallen asleep in a seal, quietly waiting to be awakened again.

There is still a sweet smell like cotton candy in the air, and colorful papers and broken balloon corpses are scattered on the ground.

I knelt down and picked up one, which turned out to be a map of the amusement park.

Through the map, we can roughly know that we are in the middle at the moment, and the haunted house is in the west.

It occupies almost one-fifth of the area of ​​the amusement park.

After walking for about ten minutes, the outline of the signboard of the haunted house gradually appeared in front of my eyes, with "House of Horror" written crookedly in funny black fonts.

The two-person high iron door was closed tightly, silently and secretly glowing with a cold metallic luster.The wall encloses the area where the haunted house is located, and there is no other way to leave except for the iron gate in front of you.

We stopped in front of the tent.

Gojo Satoru stood nonchalantly, his dark blue eyes were covered by dark glasses, but I could keenly feel that his gaze quietly fell on the three of Knotweed after sweeping past me.

After a while, he said in a lazy tone: "Youren, Ye Qiangwei, Hui, listen carefully. This is a practical task that belongs to you alone. After entering, I will not help you unless..."

He paused, and the protracted ending sounded inexplicably mocking, "Unless you are really about to die."

Regarding this, the laughing and joking on the face of the knotweed was no longer there, and it instantly became like a mature adult.

He squeezed his phalanx, straightened his back and looked at Gojo Wujo, and said in a deep voice, "Understood, teacher. However, I won't let you make a move."

Kizaki spoke first, as if she couldn't get used to the knotweed. She stretched out her foot and kicked him impolitely, and raised her chin with a smile, "No need, these two guys and I can take care of that group of rubbish. Gojo-sensei, You just watch from the side, and remember to treat us to French dinner after the end."

I was quite surprised to see the change in their appearance, and I felt a sigh in my heart.

Gojo Satoru taught the students quite well.

"Okay," Gojo Gojo said, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more real, "Then I will watch from the sidelines. If no one is injured, we will go to Quintessence tonight."

"Is it the Michelin three-star restaurant that is said to be the most difficult to book? It ranks first on Tabelog all the year round, and is it also the prototype restaurant of the Tokyo Grand Hotel?" Nagasaki raised his voice sharply.

After getting Gojo Satoru's nod, she seemed to be on a stimulant, and she became more energetic. .

Knotabazu looked at her puzzled, and with Nagasaki's soft explanation, he also suddenly understood how expensive and difficult it is to make a reservation at this restaurant.

The star eyes suddenly added another pair.

"Let's go quickly." Knotabagi said to Kei, and then walked away in tacit understanding with Nagizaki.

After a while, the three of them were no longer in sight.

The students are all in, and we as teachers certainly can't fall behind.

I glanced at Gojo Satoru, grabbed his sleeve, and walked towards the gate of the haunted house with a calm expression.

Behind him was a trembling blessing from Yidizhi, "I wish you all good luck in martial arts."

——*——*——

The feeling of entering the [tent] is like passing through a fragile membrane of bubbles.

I moved the tip of my nose, and the thick breath like a sea of ​​blood swayed towards every uninvited guest who entered this place.

Hu Zhang and the others were standing not far away, as if seeing a terrifying and shocking scene, their bodies stiffened for some reason.

Seeing this, I hurriedly pulled Gojo Satoru and walked over.

Immediately afterwards, the world in front of him seemed to be stained red with blood.

The grassland ahead was like a large slaughterhouse, with mutilated corpses piled up one after another. Their heads, arms, and legs were all missing, leaving only their bare torsos.

Arms of different skin colors, different thicknesses, and different genders were torn off abruptly, and then they were randomly planted one by one into the black moist soil like flowers.

Each hand stretched its five fingers wide, trying to meet the sun without a trace of temperature in winter, as if praying for the salvation of the gods, and also as if telling God the grievance of death.

This scene was too shocking, I subconsciously took half a step back, and my hands became cold.

His eyes were covered by a pair of warm hands, and Gojo Satoru's non-smiling voice was next to his ears.

"Don't look," he said.

The sudden rapid heartbeat gradually calmed down in this familiar and reassuring atmosphere. I blinked and said with a trembling voice: "Let go."

Gojo Satoru didn't move his hand away.

I took a deep breath, and instinctively reached out to grab his wrist.

Because the eyesight is blocked, the sensitivity of other senses has expanded a lot.

What I touched with my fingertips was the protruding bone of Wujo Wu, I pulled his hand away with a little force, looked up at his tight jaw and thin lips pursed into a straight line, and was lost in thought Suddenly an idea popped up.

Is he worried about me?

The tip of my heart suddenly seemed to be blown by a gentle breeze, and immediately dispelled the dark clouds that had gathered because of seeing this tragedy.

Driven by some kind of emotion that even I can't explain clearly, the right hand holding his wrist gradually slipped down. I subconsciously licked the dry corner of my mouth, and then inserted my fingers between his fingers and crossed them.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, didn't expect me to make such a move, and his expression suddenly became a little more astonished.

Facing his invisible but too burning gaze, I turned my face uncomfortably, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm not a coward, I don't need you to use this method to code every now and then."

It was the same last time.

I secretly added something in my heart.

In response, Gojo Satoru chuckled, and his harsh aura suddenly softened.

"I'm afraid that Fei Niao Niao will have nightmares at night and won't be able to sleep." He said with a smile.

"No. I don't have nightmares about things like this!"

Gojo Satoru ignored my rebuttal, he shook the hand holding me childishly, and said with a little ambiguity in his tone, "It's okay even if you can't sleep. Asuka can find me a little exercise before going to bed to relax. "

……

Why don't you just say sex when you do a little exercise before going to bed?

I pursed my lips speechlessly, and told him clearly with my eyes.

Stop dreaming, I will never come to you because I have nightmares and can't sleep.

The curvature of Wujo Wu's mouth did not decrease at all, but increased a lot, as if saying it was impossible.

Just as we looked at each other and made eye contact, the sound of the knotweed suddenly appeared.

He lowered his voice, and there was a sharp killing intent in it, as if making a promise to these ordinary people who died tragically, "Unforgivable! I will definitely kill the bastard who did all this."

"Let's continue walking." Fu Hei's tone also fluctuated a little, he lowered his eyes, staring at the pair of pale hands expressionlessly.

Walking around the grass covered with arms, not far away is an old small building covered with dead vines.Half of the red bricks on the outer layer have fallen off, like an old woman who has been weathered and lost her face. Under our gaze, it stands dead and empty.

One of the gates was missing, and the only remaining one was only hanging in vain, unable to fall, creaking and shaking in the cold wind.

The sun can't get into it, and it looks extremely dark, like an abyss that chooses to devour.

I heard the shallow breathing of everyone, and in the silence, I felt a greedy gaze silently falling on me for no reason.

When I raised my eyes, I saw more than half of the glass windows on the second floor were shattered, and the dark curtains fluttered in the wind.

And in the room closest to the right, there was a black shadow standing quietly.

His figure is tall and thin, like a bamboo pole standing upright.

For a while, it reminded me of the legend of the slender ghost.

As if he felt my gaze, he stretched out his hand, picked up a ball-shaped object, greeted me silently, and then slowly disappeared into the darkness.

In the dark, I felt his great joy from his actions, similar to the secret joy of the prey finally falling into the net.

A premonition suddenly appeared in my heart, and at the same time, there was a voice whispering in my ear.

Everything that is happening now is a conspiracy for me.

Realizing this, the heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.The cold wind penetrated along the edge of the kimono, and the back gradually began to feel chilly.

"Did you see it?" I turned my head uneasily, staring at Gojo Satoru, "That curse spirit."

Gojo Satoru just rubbed my head, "It's just a mouse hiding in the dark, it can't make any waves."

His tone was light, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

This is probably the benefit of having the strongest by my side. My mind that had started to float seemed to have a reassurance pin inserted, and it immediately stabilized.

I subconsciously touched the weapon in my pocket, continued to follow behind Knotweed and the others, and walked slowly into this small building.

As soon as he stepped in, a pair of blood-stained hands suddenly appeared.As if grabbing a life-saving straw, she weakly grabbed the hem of my kimono.

I lowered my head, and immediately met a pair of eyes that were about to go out.

After that, she heard her dying to say: "Miss Asuka, please help me."