Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

The time is approaching November. For Tokyo, the weather that suddenly became very warm has not been in the past half a month. It is probably already late autumn and is gradually transitioning to winter.

Today is October 31st, which is the eve of Halloween in [-].

Because the two had made an agreement, Gojo Satoru and Machima must spend this Halloween together. In order to make the sky clear, Gojo Satoru started rushing to work a day in advance.

At this time, the location of the two people is Shibuya. I have to say that there are really many people in Shibuya on the eve of Halloween, at least five times more than what the two people saw when they came last time.

The celebration time of Halloween is usually at night, especially on the eve of Halloween. The crowds in Shibuya area can be said to be very crowded. The young people all wear strange makeup and strange costumes, which is especially suitable for today's Halloween scene.

Maqima was sipping the straw, holding the cup of milk tea that was too sweet for her. She clearly wanted to order another cup by herself, but Gojo Satoshi wanted to share the same cup with her.

Obviously, the indirect kiss is not once or twice, but the other party doesn't know why, but has always been very concerned about this aspect.

In fact, she didn't understand the meaning of Gojo Satoru's inexplicable persistence in certain aspects.

Maqima asked him before, Gojo Satoru said, "Because the milk tea that Maqima drank must be sweeter!"

……All right.

Maqima shook her head helplessly, her slender willow eyebrows were slightly frowned, but there was still a slight smile on her lips, which seemed a little pampered at first glance.

Although it seems that something is wrong, the script should be reversed.

But today is a special day. Before going out, Maqima took a special look at the almanac. It is not suitable for gathering or offering sacrifices. Isn't this a bit different from Halloween?

In fact, Maqima didn't believe this, she only knew that the things that should come would not be stopped or changed because of the inappropriate written in the almanac.

Just like today is Halloween, although it is indeed written that it is not suitable to gather, but no one should pay attention to the little almanac on this kind of day.

Probably because in order to better blend in with the crazy crowd in Shibuya, Machima also bought a pair of devil horn headbands on the street and put them on her head, which immediately gave her a feeling of returning to basics.

And Wujo Satoru wore a pair of black cat ears, which looked very out of place in his silver-white hair. Maqima asked him if he wanted to change to white ones, but the other party refused, as if It's a lot of fun.

And such a pair of handsome men and beautiful women appeared in a crowded place, which obviously attracted a lot of attention. Often young men and women walked up to them, wanting a contact information or taking a group photo to commemorate.

Seeing his wife being accosted again, Gojo Wutiao took her into his arms: "She has a family now, isn't it good for you?"

The two spiritual guys of the cos Avengers Alliance didn't take it seriously, and they still talked enthusiastically.

"We saw it!"

"Yeah, yeah, we just want to take a picture with the beauty, brother, don't be so stingy!"

Gojo Satoru:? ? ?

Who is their big brother! ?

The beauty is not yours, it is clearly his! !

Wujo Wujou pouted unhappily, the corners of his eyes twitched behind the sunglasses, and the strength of the person holding him in his arms suddenly restrained a little: "If you can't do it, you can't, let's go!"

Then he chased the two away like mosquitoes.

Gojo Satoru let out a breath, and just raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead twice, when he saw another pair of little sisters appearing in front of them, also dressed in exotic clothes, their cheeks seemed to be blushing from excitement.

Girl A: "Can you two take a picture with us, please?"

Gojo Satoru: "No, you didn't hear what I just said to those two people?"

Girl B: "I heard, you two are really a good-looking man, a beautiful woman, a talented woman and a beautiful woman, maybe we can add a contact information, so that we can share money with us when we get married."

Macchima: ?

Gojo Satoru: Hey, the words are nice.

The white-haired man rubbed the top of the hair of the woman he was holding in his arms. The corners of his lips could not be restrained, and the arc kept rising. He lowered his head and asked, "Do you want to shoot?"

Machima nodded, "Okay."

Hastily took a group photo with the two girls, and finally fulfilled the wishes of the two girls, but they still didn't exchange contact information with them in the end.

Nevertheless, the two girls left happily.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them had already spent an afternoon in Shibuya. They didn't have dinner at night, but went to the previous dessert shop to receive the couple's offer again.

It is probably because the behavior of the two people has become closer than before. The way the clerk looks at them has changed a few times.

What kind of look?

Before: "Are they really a couple?" suspicious eyes.

Now: The eyes of the "so sweet" single who wants to fall in love.

In just a blink of an eye, it was already past eight o'clock at night, and as midnight approached, there were more and more people in the Shibuya area, and now it has reached the point where every step is crowded with people.

Gojo Satoru was holding Maqima's hand tightly the whole time, otherwise, seeing her small body, he would have been destined to be swept away by this flow of people.

The current time is a little after 08:30 in the evening, and people seem to have started to revel. From now until midnight tomorrow, it is the sleepless time in Shibuya today.

Looking at the crowded crowd in front of her, Maqima couldn't help sighing, "It's really lively."

Gojo Satoru immediately answered, "Is that right? When I brought you here before, those people were just superficial to today, and it really is the busiest time of the festival."

The busiest times are Christmas and New Year, but it is only once a year when you can see Japanese people dressed up in such exotic clothes.

Machima nodded with a smile, and then looked around, although considering her height, she couldn't see the whole picture of Shibuya in this crowded crowd.

So how many people will there be here now?

According to visual estimates, there should be about 10 people gathered in Shibuya, and she would feel that it is normal to be so crowded.

Mazima doesn't feel uncomfortable with the crowd, because she feels indifferent to most things, but today, for the first time, she seems to be fine.

This was probably because of Gojo Satoshi, she felt that her mood had improved a bit.

But how long can this excitement and good mood last?

At some point, Gojo Satoru suddenly noticed that the already dark sky at night suddenly became darker. Looking up, it seemed to be blocked by some impenetrable wall.

Gojo Satoru was taken aback in vain, and a look of surprise flashed in his blue eyes.

This is... "account"?

A huge "tent" that covers the entire Shibuya at once.

But why does "account" appear here?And who put down this "account"?

It was probably because the crowd here was too crowded, so he didn't notice the breath of the caster at all from the beginning, as if the signal was blocked.

If there is a curse spirit here, it will be a disaster.

In such a place full of people, if there is a curse spirit, then either the blood will flow like a river, or the existence of the curse will be known to people all over the world.

Whether it's the former or the latter, it's terrible.

Gojo Satoru let out an annoyed "tsk", and then gradually heard strange voices from the people around him.

"Eh? Why is it suddenly dark?"

"Why is there no signal, it can still be used just now!"

"I don't have a signal anymore, what's going on!?"

"Hey, what's going on now?! Can anyone explain?!"

……

Ah... this is really bad.

Gojo Satoru thought to himself.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the curse spirit is exorcised one step faster than the sent magician before the curse spirit touches people, it can be regarded as nothing happened.

And the next second, Gojo Gojo subconsciously glanced at his phone, and found that a message came from his phone at some point, and it was from the Tokyo Magic Club.

——[Shibuya has super magic spirits, and there are more than one. ]

The moment Gojo Satoru saw the contents of the message, his eyes suddenly widened.

Super magic spirit?And more than one?

This is really a quick fix.

No wonder he didn't see the shadow of other conjurers until just now. It turned out that there was no plan to send someone over there at all, and wanted him to solve the problem completely.

Although, didn't they agree to give him a day off at the beginning? ?

Didn't he rush to work a day earlier because of this? ? ?

Why do you have to work overtime again?

Apparently, Gojo Satoru didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at this moment, and on the other side, the puppets who had been placed long ago finally took action.

Gojo Satoru found that the number of people on the ground was gradually decreasing at an astonishingly fast rate.

And according to the direction of the magic power, those people were all transported to the fifth underground floor of Shibuya without exception, and Gojo Satoru could see those familiar reformed people with magic power that seemed human but not human.

The white-haired man rubbed the center of his brows, then subconsciously looked to his side, only to realize that at some point, Maqima had disappeared.

Wujo Wu's "six eyes" did not capture the mantra of the opponent, at least she is not around here now.

And Maqima obviously stayed beside her about half a minute ago, but she dropped her hand a little while checking the information before, and now she can't find the shadow of the other party.

He didn't know whether the other party was swept away by the flow of people, or taken to the fifth basement floor by the reformers, or a mixture of the two.

It all happened so suddenly.

And in the "account", the communication equipment cannot be used.

Gojo Satoru could only step on people's heads and run towards the fifth basement floor, while constantly calling Makima's name, trying to find out where she was.

Meanwhile, the fifth basement floor in Shibuya Ward.

When the gray-blue-haired young man saw the orange-pink-haired woman, he immediately waved and said hello, "It's so late, Maqima."

Zhenren winked at her playfully: "Although I won't blame you for this incident."