When the blind date is 5t5

After saying this, it wasn't me, or Gojo Satoru, who reacted the most among all the people present.

I saw Yuzu Yuhito with a cold face, he pulled away the hand without grace, and then stood in front of me, staring down at the long-haired woman who was on the verge of death.

It's like trying to separate me from her in this way.

"Teacher Wutiao," he said, "you take Teacher Asuka first, I can solve it here."

When he said this, his voice was extremely low, and there was an extremely unstable sharp storm in his tone.

This hypervigilant and aggressive behavior made me think of PTSD, or post-traumatic stress disorder, in my first reaction.

It generally refers to the sequelae of psychological disorders after people experience or witness extremely cruel events.

The stressor is often the trigger for him to suffer from this kind of mental illness, which generally has the characteristics of abnormal panic or disaster, such as cruel war, rape, earthquake, homicide and so on. *

However, why is the stressor of Knotweed Yujin related to me?

Realizing this, my heart was suddenly covered with a dark cloud.

Someone hugged my shoulders silently, and I soon fell into a familiar and warm embrace.

I raised my eyes to look at Gojo Satoru's unsmiling side face, and gradually shifted my gaze to the thick shoulders of the young man in front of me, and my brain began to function accordingly.

The last reset was at the beginning of November, and in my later memory, I can be sure that the first time I met Yuzu Yuhito was in the furniture city.

It follows from this that the memory leading to his PTSD has been lost in the last or earlier reset.

After sorting out these key information, I tried to recall some major events recorded in the diary.

As a result, no.

There is no mention of Knotabagi Yuhito in the diary, and there are even very few words about the Tokyo Metropolitan College of Curse Arts.

In this regard, I lowered my eyes, and a guess faintly emerged in my mind.

Could it have happened between September and October this year, and the diary just disappeared during this time.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this guess is extremely possible, and it even makes me feel a little urgent to find the lost diary.

It wasn't until I heard a cry for help that was so light that it was almost breathless that I suddenly came back to my senses, and then I remembered that there was a dying person in front of me waiting for my response.

"It's okay," I whispered to Gojo Gojo, "I can take care of it myself."

After finishing speaking, he left his embrace, bypassed the knotweed stick standing in front of him like a pillar, and walked slowly to her.

I squatted down, and the hem embroidered with exquisite flowers quietly fell to the ground.

The woman's face was covered in blood, and a section of her left shoulder had been chopped off. There were thick bones visible in the bloody flesh, and all parts below her thighs were missing. It was as if she had been eaten by some kind of wild beast, and the wound was not neat.

The blood flowed from her body gurglingly, and at the same time carried her little vitality bit by bit.

If I don't take action, within 3 minutes, she will die of excessive blood loss.

As I made such an assertion, I silently met the woman's eyes.

Death has obliterated these beautiful eyes and cast a shadow over them.

After thinking for a while, I asked calmly, "Why do you know my name?"

After all, I am not a big star who has appeared in front of the TV screen for many years, nor is it a celebrity portrait printed on banknotes.

How could ordinary people know of my existence?

Unless someone directs her.

As soon as this question came out, the woman seemed to have been poked into the most terrifying existence, her pupils almost shrank into a small spot, and her face became more and more gray.

After waiting for a while, seeing that she was still sinking in panic, I curled my lips and chose to ask again: "Who told you to come to me?"

"A very thin, tall monster. He told me that the only person in this world who could save my life was a beautiful woman in a kimono named Asuka."

She was breathing hard, her voice was trembling and broken, "Please, help me. I haven't said goodbye to my parents, I haven't expressed my heart to Hinata-kun... I don't want to die."

The very familiar call for help fell into my ears, but compared with before, it was more unusually emotional.

Before dying, no matter who you are, you will regret that there are still many unfinished things in your body.

The elderly will regret that they did not see the full house of children and grandchildren, the mother will be reluctant to give up the children under her knees, and the young people will be dissatisfied that their life was cut off at the beginning of their life.Even the most innocent of children, they may escape death because of the anime they haven't finished watching or the Gundam toys they haven't bought.

Fear of death is an indelible weakness of human beings.

I can understand, but I made a vow in my heart from the moment my mother was cast out.

Will never get involved in this matter.

Thinking of this, I looked at her with a little pity, I shook my head, and firmly refused, "Sorry."

"Why?" she choked out.

"Because," I paused, with a relieved smile on the corner of my mouth, "I am no longer a hypocritical savior manipulated by others."

"Death is a part of fate. I choose to respect fate."

After the words fell, the woman who was just holding on to her last breath, no matter how unwilling she was, the vitality on her face gradually dissipated uncontrollably.

When the weak breath disappeared, I closed my eyes for her out of kindness.

As if it was the only thing I could do for her.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar figure crouched beside him.

I turned my head and saw Gojo Satoru's tightly pursed lips.

From just now, he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Hand out," he said.

I obediently followed his instructions.

Gojo Satoru took out a tissue from his pocket, and impatiently wiped my fingers, again and again, until the stained blood was completely wiped off, then he let me go.

After this round, we obtained vague information about one of the spell spirits.

If I guessed right, the monster the woman was talking about was the curse spirit who hid on the second floor and peeped at me before entering this small building.

And he did all this, what exactly was he trying to test?

With this doubt in mind, we walked up the dark stairs to the second floor.

On the second floor of the haunted house, there are a total of five rooms, each with its own theme.

From left to right, the door plates of the rooms are written with horror, horror dolls, morgue, mannequins, and mirror maze.

According to the filth left on the ground, there was no disagreement among the three members of the knotweed, so they pushed open the door of the room on the far right, which was the room where the curse spirit had appeared at the very beginning.

The structure of this room is a small maze built with mirrors as the walls. The ceiling and the floor are all covered with mirrors, without leaving a gap, which perfectly fits the theme of the mirror maze.

Seeing this scene, I quickly constructed a terrifying picture of standing in it with mirrors on all sides.

After taking a breath, I silently took a step back, subconsciously clutching the corner of Gojo Wu's clothes, with a big "counseling" written on my face.

I don't want to go in, what should I do?

And Kizaki acted as if she heard my heart, she asked with a blunt tone, "Should we go in?"