Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Machima also had a dream, in which there was Gojo Satoru and a group of people he knew or didn't know.

She knew that this was Gojo Satoru's past.

But she didn't know why she dreamed about what happened to Gojo Satoru in the past, could it be because they slept together?

Makima even senses Gojo Satoru's range of emotions, from joy to sadness to endless despair.

The pages of various events and events are generally presented to her non-stop, and through these events, she is very impressed with a person.

"Xia Youjie".

In the dream, she saw Gojo Satoru killed his only best friend Xia Youjie with his own hands, but she had a doubt.

Why not dispose of Xia Youjie's body?Because of personal relationship?

She always had an inexplicable premonition whether Xia Youjie was still alive, or if he was alive, he was no longer the original Xia Youjie.

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Machima looked at the clock, and the time passed by every minute and every second. Gojo Satoru, who was sitting opposite her, was still eating breakfast slowly, and if he went on like this, he would definitely be late for work.

But Gojo Satoru couldn't, he could just teleport her there.

Gojo Satoru finally put down the tableware, poked his mouth with a napkin, and said, "Okay, we can go."

Machima picked up her bag, and the two arrived at the office in no time.

Jia Ruozi, who had just made a cup of coffee, was taken aback by the two people who suddenly appeared in front of him, and the coffee in his hand almost spilled: "I said... aren't you afraid of bumping into people if you appear suddenly?"

Gojo Satoru put down Machima's arm, and walked to the desk in a few steps: "No, I've done the calculation."

Jia Ruozi: "..." Did this person do it on purpose?

Maqima glanced at her, then turned around and bowed slightly: "Sorry."

Jia Ruozi: "...it's okay."

Suddenly, she didn't know what to say. As soon as Maqima made a sound, she actually began to feel that it was a big deal.

In a way, Macchima was a terrible person.

"Speaking of which, Machima made a cake today." As he spoke, Gojo Satoru symbolically raised the cake box in his hand.

Jia Ruozi was a little surprised, his eyes widened slightly: "It turns out that Maqima still has this kind of skill..."

Although conjurers are generally good at everything, most of them can only deal with food and snacks. She really doesn't know who can do it.

"Ah, don't get me wrong, Nitro, these are all mine!"

Jia Ruozi: "Huh?"

Machima slapped Gojo Satoru on the back of the head in response, and Gojo Satoru had to lower his head, then looked up and looked behind him, there seemed to be faintly visible teardrops hanging from the corners of his eyes behind the sunglasses.

He sobbed softly: "It hurts..."

Macchima: ...

Home into the glass: Actors, actors.

Eventually the whole cake was distributed to several people in the same office.

The conjurers are very busy, because there are very few people with magic power, and there is a shortage of conjurers. After eating the cake, everyone took on the task and prepared to start the day's work.

Maqima, as a newly promoted first-level conjurer, is of course no exception.

"Yesterday was a special case. In order to let Maqima get familiar with the environment of the college, I chose the file office. In fact, under normal circumstances, everyone has to do tasks, even the students in the college."

Gojo Satoru explained to her like this.

Maqima nodded in understanding, and looked down at the investigation document just sent in the phone.

What was described in the document was a hospital in Tokyo. Due to frequent incidents of failed operations and inexplicable deaths of inpatients recently, the police began to suspect that it was some kind of curse, so they reported it to the High Commissioner.

"On June 6, a heart operation failed and a male heart patient died."

"On July 7, a car accident patient who was about to be transferred from the ICU ward to the general ward died inexplicably."

"On July 7, a mother and daughter died in the delivery room. The mother was not abnormal before."

……

In short, in general, there should have been nearly ten strange deaths in this hospital in just one month, and the recovery speed of patients hospitalized here has also slowed down inexplicably.

This also caused a sharp decline in the reputation of this hospital, and some people said that it would be haunted and dead.

This is indeed very strange, but the detailed death state is not described in the document, which makes it difficult for her to feel that it was caused by a curse.

Maybe it's bad feng shui?

However, these incidents have a common feature, that is, the time of death is either in the evening or in the middle of the night.Makema go early so you can check in advance.

Before leaving the college, Gojo Satoru said regretfully, "If I wasn't busy today, I would go with you. Let Yidizhi see you off."

"Um……"

"Speaking of which, is it time for Maqima to take a new driver's license test? Are you sure the original one won't work?"

Maqima nodded: "Yes. Strictly speaking, I'm still a black household now."

She didn't know what method Ye Mo Zhengdao used to get her a conjurer certificate, but she knew that to become a conjurer generally requires an ID card and household registration.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand: "Well, Principal Ye Moth will get you something like an ID card in a short time."

He added: "Of course the household registration is recorded in my family."

Maqima suddenly felt a little strange, and she didn't know what identity she was recorded in the household registration book. Is she a long-lost sister?

She couldn't help thinking.

The white-haired man pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand, and shook his hand at her: "Then I'll go first, see you tonight."

Machima replied, "Goodbye."

As soon as Machima finished speaking, Gojo Satoru disappeared from her sight.

Tokyo in the morning rush hour is very congested, it should be said that the congestion is extremely huge.

Yidizhi's car was very quiet, obviously he didn't know how to talk to this man who had just become a conjurer, had an insane amount of alcohol, and was inexplicably familiar with Wujo Wu.

He saw from the front mirror that Maqima was looking out the window, as if in a daze. He thought it was not good to disturb others, but the atmosphere in the car was really awkward...

And this embarrassment is also infinitely stretched because of the congested streets in the morning rush hour.

But in fact, Yidizhi Jiegao was the only one who was embarrassed.

Machima was thinking about the dream last night, which seemed to be the scene of Gojo Satoru's past, and it kept spinning in her mind almost all morning. People generally forget what dreams they had after waking up, and the dominating demon does not Yes, she can even recite the plot backwards now.

In fact, apart from this, Maqima was still wondering why Gojo Satoru slept with her all night.

Although everyone is an adult, it's not surprising to sleep together, but she felt a little inconsistent, especially the subtle feeling that arose at that time.

Just when she was immersed in her thoughts, Yidichi Jiegao's voice suddenly came from the front seat, trying to muster up her courage: "That... this is the first time that Miss Machima has been officially on a mission, isn't it?"

Maqima sat upright when she heard the words, and said with a smile, "Well, what's wrong?"

Yidizhi Jiegao paused: "Eh... Ms. Maqima, please be careful, please try not to get injured in the first mission?"

Machima: "Okay."

She understands the truth, but why is it a question sentence.

"I hope that the first mission will be a good sign. Ms. Macchima, please do your best. I have been waiting outside..."

Macchima: "...OK."

When the car arrived at the destination, it was already ninety o'clock in the morning.

The general hospital with frequent accidents has been sealed two days ago. I heard from the nearby police that no one was allowed to enter the hospital several days ago. Once, it seemed that someone sneaked in at night to explore, but it was never seen again. When I saw someone, the surveillance was broken for some reason.

Maqima understood, that's how the rumors of haunting and the like came about.

She looked at the hospital, and there was nothing strange about it at first glance. The building seemed to have only been built for a few years, and ordinary people probably looked no different from other hospitals.

But after all, it was the premise of ordinary people. Maqima could feel the cursed smell in the hospital, the kind of smell that made people want to vomit, like a rag that was stained with moldy vomit rolled around in the sewer again.

She doesn't know if other conjurers can perceive it, but she still relies on her own perception.

Maqima showed her conjurer certificate, and the police quickly let her in.

The hospital is very large, but because no one has cleaned it for several days, the smell is a little stuffy, and the smell of disinfectant is much less. She saw that all the monitoring systems in the building have been repaired or replaced with new ones.

She wandered from the first floor to the top of the building, and the aura of curse gradually became obvious some time ago, but then suddenly disappeared.

It shouldn't be some kind of curse object, after all, even super-grade curse objects won't grow legs to walk on their own, they are probably curse spirits who are good at hiding.

Maqima checked all the rooms and wards, her breath came and went, and there was nothing suspicious or magical, her eyes closed and opened until noon.

Gojo Satoru also took advantage of the meal time to call her: "How's it going, did you get anything in the morning?"

Maqima was sitting in the car, and Yidichi Jiegao was driving to a nearby restaurant: "Not yet, probably until evening."

Wujou's laughter came from the other side of the phone: "Hahaha, the concealment system? There's nothing you can do about it. A powerful magician hates this kind of magic spirit who is obviously weak but good at hiding. After all, you can't use it The whole piece exploded."

The last sentence spoke out Maqima's heart, after all, the entire hospital cannot be blown up directly.

When they arrived at the dining room, Maqima was thinking about the task, while Yidizhi, who was sitting opposite her, was eating restlessly.

This person actually talks on the phone as if chatting with Mr. Gojo... What kind of relationship do they have...?

As we all know, no one can understand Gojo Satoru's brain circuit. If he becomes serious on a rare occasion, he must first think about what kind of person the other party is.

Yizhi Jiegao was caught in a brainstorm.

The whole restaurant has a warm color tone, and because the price is affordable, there are many people. Behind Maqima is a large French window, and then two people who are eating bread chatteringly walked in through the glass door.

But... are they really human?

Mazima's perception has always been very sensitive, and she has a clear distinction between humans and curse spirits, but they are clearly neither humans nor curse spirits, and their sense of existence is very thin.

The sense of presence is thin, but it doesn't mean that people can't see it. Soon a waiter came up to ask them.

One of the youths in sportswear scratched his head with the hand that didn't touch the bread: "Oh no, let's just take a look."

Standing next to him was a blond boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, and complained in a voice that almost no one could hear: "Who would come to the restaurant to just take a look..."

In the blink of an eye again, the two of them had already arrived at Maqima's table.

The young man with black hair and blue eyes put his hands on the back of the chair and asked, "Do you mind sharing the table? Although we don't order anything."

Yidizhi Jiegao nodded frantically when he heard the words: "You guys please..."

The two sat down, Maqima saw the young man took another bite of the bread, looked straight at her, and said vaguely, "You are not human, are you?"

The boy next to him tugged at his clothes: "Hey, Yato!"

Yidichi Jiegao:? ? ! ! !

Maqima raised her eyebrows, but her eyes darkened instantly: "Is this a new way to strike up a conversation?"

After a strange silence, the young man named "Yato" finally said, "Don't be so stiff, just kidding."