Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

In Shibuya, Tokyo, the Gate of Another World still stands in the center of the subway station. The Gate of Another World was not reported because it suddenly appeared out of thin air, and even the entire subway station was blocked by the police.

Apparently, this is what Makima ordered to go down.

Maqima had already told the people in the world over there to transfer the gate of another world, just in case, and it had already been stored in the special-grade spell vault of the Tokyo Conjuration High School.

This side has not yet found a vacancy to be transferred to the police, and Maqima plans to arrange it after returning there.

The two struggled to lead the seven dogs, pushed open the dark door, and walked in. A strange and familiar feeling suddenly appeared. They seemed to be unaware of anything, but returned to their original state after a few seconds.

The other side of the door seemed to be a dense piece of darkness, but it was not to such an extent that nothing could be seen at all. Gojo Satoru could recognize that this was the warehouse in the Gaozhuan Temple.

Gojo Satoru looked left and right, and although it was pitch black, he couldn't see anything, so he said, "Hey, we changed places."

Macchima said: "Before, people moved the 'door', after all, it would still be very conspicuous in the subway station. "

Gojo Satoru nodded understandingly, and then felt very distressed. Although he wanted to go and see his lovely students now, the dogs still had to be sent home first.

Gojo Satoru thought this way, and then he managed to free up a hand to grab Machima's wrist in the next second, and the two of them arrived at home a few seconds later.

When Machima noticed the sudden change of scene in front of her, she couldn't help being stunned, but soon realized that Gojo Satoru used the teleportation technique, and it wasn't the first time Gojo Satoru used the technique to take her away.

It hadn't been cleaned for a short period of time, and there was a pungent dusty smell in the huge living room, and the floor and furniture were also covered with a thin layer of dust.

Maqima just went to turn on the light, it was approaching evening, and it was almost winter now, it was getting dark early, and the room was still a bit cool with the windows open.

Once she got home, she found that the dogs were not in the house, and the scene on the ground was not what they imagined, just a thin layer of dust with no footprints on it.

The sound of "Ding--" suddenly sounded, Wujo Wu glanced at his mobile phone, and found that the text messages that had not been received on the other side were pouring into it.

It was probably because there were too many text messages, and Wutiao Wu's cell phone suddenly froze. He looked at the slow-moving screen, and there were messages from Noctuma Zhengdao, as well as those from Jiarui Zizi and the students.

Because the real person suddenly changed his mind and disrupted the plans of the curse spirits, the battle that was supposed to start in Shibuya was also forced to be interrupted, so he could only look at the almanac before going out the next time he came back.

The students are of course safe and sound. The only variable in the life of the conjurer is Gojo Satoru, who was sealed by the "Prison Gate Frontier", and Machima, who has gone to nowhere.

The curse spirit who stitched his face swaggered into the gate of the high school of conjuration with "Prison Gate Frontier", stood in the principal's room and placed "Prison Gate Frontier" in front of Ye Mozhengdao, and said confidently: "Wujo Wujo is here Here, I don’t know how to crack it, a certain lady asked me to show it to you.”

Gojo Satoru just didn't appear again after receiving the mission from Shibuya the night before. Although the war in Shibuya has subsided, after seeing the image sent over from the Shibuya subway station, Noctua Masato finally Realized what exactly happened last night.

After Gojo Satoru wiped out Shibuya's super magic spirit, there was no news from him, not even a mission report that he only fooled one sentence at a time.

Night Moth Zhengdao knew that the real man was a curse spirit, and his strength was unfathomable. In this case, he couldn't fight without saying a word, so he wanted to ask his purpose, but the real man's words seemed to include this matter.

He just came to deliver something.

If he guessed correctly, the special-grade cursed object "Prison Gate Frontier" was the same guy who stole "Prison Gate Frontier" and "Nine Phases of Cursed Embryos" during the sister school exchange meeting, but now he returned it , Is it because Gojo Satoru was sealed inside?

As for who "a certain lady" refers to, the answer is naturally self-evident, and he feels that the world is getting more and more magical, and it is clear that Maqima has just been added to the credible camp in his mind. Another big surprise for him.

So the traitor who colluded with the curse spirit in the high school is actually Maqima?

The second after he finished thinking, the curse spirit that stitched his face had disappeared in front of him, so he had no choice but to give up.

And after exhausting all means to finally lift the seal of "Prison Gate Frontier", Gojo Satoru still did not appear, and no one knew where he was.

After Gojo Satoru finally recovered the internet speed on his mobile phone, he looked through what everyone had posted.

"Oh... Principal Night Moth and the others seem to be very worried about us, and the dogs were taken to the high school by Nitro, and we are raising them together."

It turns out that the dogs were actually sent to the high school on the second day after Wujo Wu disappeared, that is, when the real person sent him to the "Prison Gate Frontier" that sealed him. will starve to death.

"Hey, look, look, Yuren posted a lot of photos with dogs! But why won't Yuren get kicked in the face..."

Maqima looked at the young man in the photo, and Knotaba Yuhito really had the ability to be very close to animals. The dog who was about to be kicked in the face when Gojo Satoru hugged him, looked very cute in front of Knotweed Yuren.

Maqima thought for a while, and said, "Probably... cats and dogs don't get along."

Gojo Satoru:?

Something seemed wrong, but it seemed even weirder if he said it.

Now that they knew that the dogs had been settled, the two of them were not in a hurry to go to the college.

It was already six or seven o'clock in the afternoon, because the family hadn't confiscated it, and the food in the refrigerator had been spoiled after a long time. Now it seems a bit unrealistic to go shopping for food, clean up the kitchen, and finally start the fire to prepare dinner.

So Gojo Satoru decisively proposed to go out to eat, and Maqima nodded in agreement.

After dinner was settled, the two of them spent another night cleaning the whole house. Gojo Satoru was lazy and directly used mantra to control the broom and mop to move by itself.

At the same time, Gojo Satoru was a little disappointed.

The house seemed to be much cleaner than he had imagined. In this case, no matter what, it was impossible to reach the level where he could pass the psychological hurdle and sell the house directly.

Damn it, the school district housing is ruined.

But obviously Gojo Satoru didn't become discouraged by this incident, and instead felt that it was good for the two of them to live here all the time, after all, there would be more memories left here.

By the time the whole house was cleaned, it was almost nine o'clock. As usual, Machima went to take a bath first, and then Gojo Satoru.

It was probably because Machima knew how to use it. Gojo Satoru bought a hair dryer when he first realized it a few months ago, and now it has become a regular appliance at home.

Machima dried her hair and combed it again, just as Gojo Satoru came out of the bathroom.

The white-haired man was wearing a black solid-color T-shirt, taking advantage of his already fair skin to make it even whiter. I have to say that Gojo Satoru really suits dark clothes.

The short white hair of the other party was still dripping with water, and the towel around his neck didn't seem to have any effect. Of course, Maqima knew that it wasn't that he couldn't dry it, but that he was too lazy to do it.

So she was usually the one who took care of his hair, so that the other party's hair, which was not well maintained but still so smooth, became even better.

Gojo Satoru never liked to use a hair dryer. To be honest, he felt a little irritated by the "huhu" sound of the wind gun in his ears, and he didn't like the feeling of hot wind stimulating his scalp.

It's just that if Mazima played it for him, it seemed to feel a lot better than when he used it before.

They obviously used the same shampoo and laundry detergent, but Gojo Satoru always felt that there was something else on Machima's body, which smelled very good, which would make people feel comfortable and at ease unconsciously.

The white-haired man was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with his back to Mazima. She was skillfully using the air gun to slowly dry his white hair, and then combed it bit by bit with a comb. .

Probably because this kind of movement has been done countless times, Maqima's set of movements is like flowing water, she put away the hair dryer again, and saw Gojo Satoru just picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

Machima watched him keep searching for movies: "What do you want to watch?"

Gojo Satoru hid his chin with one hand and elongated his voice intentionally or unintentionally: "I don't know..."

This was originally a very ordinary two-sentence conversation, but when Gojo Satoru heard it, it suddenly felt like a world away. After going through so many things, he was able to calm down and sit together to watch a movie again. It is also a miracle.

Gojo Satoru blinked, and said inappropriately: "Makima, do you still think that bad movies should disappear?"

Macchima didn't answer, noncommittal.

She actually had the opportunity to sit on the same sofa with Gojo Satoru and watch a movie. This was something Machima never thought of. After all, in her plan, Gojo Satoru had already died [-] times.

But she doesn't know why, her plan has deviated again and again, who else can disturb her thoughts except Gojo Satoru?

A few seconds later, Gojo Satoru thought about it and still felt that it was unnecessary, and said again: "Forget it, anyway, I don't think people will go to the cinema after death."

"To be dead is to be dead, and a corpse rots and turns to dust."

"If Machima is also human, maybe she will understand."

Gojo Satoru found a movie with a relatively high rating. He leaned on the back of the sofa and fiddled with the remote control boredly.

No one knew, even Maqima herself didn't realize that when Gojo Satoru said the last sentence just now, she had the hopeless thought of "it would be great if she was human".

Humans are fragile and stupid.

Looking at the helpless people affected by the war in the movie, Maqima felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

But after her eyes occasionally touched Gojo Satoru's, she had a different idea.

Humans may have very few exceptions.

An exception that somehow gave her the idea of ​​unconditional acceptance.