Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

No matter where he is at the moment, it makes no difference to Wujo Satoru now.

He figured that Makma had kept him in a dark place, although he couldn't see wherever she put him, so of course it didn't make any difference.

According to what Machima said before, this place is probably a cage created by the ability to imprison demons. This place is different from "Prison Gate Border". ’ That cut him off from the outside world.

It's just a simple cage, all it can do is weaken his spell power infinitely, making it almost impossible for him to use any spells, other than that, there is no special effect.

But it is still difficult for him to break free from the shackles of this cage no matter what.

Gojo Satoru once heard Machima say that it is the degree of fear of human beings that constitutes the power of demons, and as long as there is one person in the world who is afraid of something, then the corresponding demon will never disappear .

Gojo Satoru knocked on the strong cage again, one can imagine how much people in this world are afraid of "imprisonment".

Although it is not only this world, the world where Wujo Satoru is located is probably in this state.

He could hear the sound outside, but it was very quiet here, there were almost no sounds, the most he could hear was the howling autumn wind outside the window.

The night passed quickly, and Gojo Satoru was clearly still awake before, but he fell asleep somewhere in the dark and had a dream.

It seemed to be a continuation of the last dream of Maqima standing on the opposite bank with the curse spirits. This time, Maqima was standing on the opposite side of the mainland alone, without any living beings around her.

When Gojo Satoru saw the lonely figure of the other party, his first thought was to go to her side to accompany her, and then hold her tightly in his arms.

But his idea was still not realized after all, and he seemed to be fixed on the ground under his feet by something unknown again, unable to move at all.

It wasn't until Gojo Satoru woke up that he suddenly realized that the unknown force that held him in place turned out to be the cage that locked him now.

"Gu..." The strange voice came from nowhere.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his stomach, oh, it turned out he was hungry.

He stretched out another hand to feel the intensity of the light outside the window. It was a bit warm, and it seemed that it was already past ten o'clock.

Although it seems that a lot of things have happened, in fact, it has only been one night since the "tent" appeared over Shibuya. It seems that a lot of things have been stuffed into the brain in a short time Gojo Satoru was a little confused about the information for a while.

Gojo Gojo suddenly felt like he had eaten his own domain.

And this is different from his domain "Unscrupulous Space", which forcibly instills some useless junk information into the brain, but at this time, the information that Gojo Satoru is instilled is all useful without exception of.

Machima seems to have joined the spirits' camp a long time ago.

Machima used the mess in the Shibuya subway station to complete the blood sacrifice of 1000 people and opened the door to another world.

Maqima may have been involved with the curse spirit who stitched the face early in the morning, and the relationship is not ordinary.

Machima wanted to kill him.

……

Gojo Satoru sorted out the information in his mind, and all of the information was about Makima.

Was he deceived by her? She deceived her for a long, long time.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help recalling Maqima's very gentle "good boy" in his mind. At that moment, he suddenly understood what Maqima's mentality was like.

Gojo Satoru found that she didn't even have the same feelings for him as he did for her, she even treated him as her son.

Oh, Machima turns out to be an emotional liar.

She is also a hopeless bad woman who will not hesitate to destroy everything in order to achieve her goal.

I don't know how many times I turned over in the small cage, Gojo Gojo suddenly found that someone was trying to unscrew the door of the room, the lock seemed to be opened by the other party, and there were several "squeaks, squeaks" sounds.

The white-haired man suddenly sat up from the ground, moved his body forward, and held the cage with both hands.

Someone came in, and the footsteps sounded like a woman, but the other party was obviously not Machima, and Gojo Satoru was most familiar with Machima's footsteps.

Moreover, the footsteps seemed to be a little trembling, and he seemed to have heard the slight sound of metal clashing, and there was a little smell of food, and he immediately guessed that it was the sound of knocking between tableware.

Dongshan Xiaohong quietly walked to the dark cage, squatted down, put the food inside, and wanted to withdraw her hand.

In the next second, Dongshan Xiaohong found that her wrist was being grabbed by the person in the cage. She tried to break free, but found that the person was so strong that she couldn't break free at all.

Dongshan Xiaohong was too frightened to speak, cold sweat immediately flowed down her chin, but the upper and lower crowns were shaking constantly.

Gojo Satoru noticed that the other party hadn't spoken for a long time, so he naturally realized that something was wrong, so he asked directly, "Who are you?"

It was obviously a girl, who sounded very timid and stuttering: "I, I am... to bring you food, Dongshan, Xiao, Xiaohong... don't hit me! I just listen to orders. Come!"

Gojo Satoru:?

The white-haired man straightened his messy hair with one free hand, and with the other hand he still grabbed Dongshan Xiaohong's wrist vigorously: "What are you doing, I won't eat you again."

Wujo Wujo thought that if he relaxed a little bit, that person would probably run away in a flash, and then his only way to know the outside information for so long would disappear.

He has to seize the opportunity quickly and ask questions one at a time.

Dongshan Xiaohong nodded tremblingly: "Okay, okay, this is what you said! You won't eat me, and you won't, hit me!"

Gojo Satoru:? ? ?

So what gave her the illusion that he would hit her? !

Gojo Satoru said, "Of course I won't do anything to you. Look, I'm locked up here too, right?"

He continued: "I am weak and helpless now, how could I beat you?"

Dongshan Xiaohong: "..."

Only then did Dongshan Xiaohong wipe away her tears, and said compromised: "Okay then, what do you want to do?"

Gojo Satoru replied: "I don't do anything, I just ask you something."

Gojo Satoru sniffed the aroma of the food again, it was the smell of sweet cream stew, which was of course one of his favorite dishes, Gojo Satoru especially liked the cream stew made by Machima.

Probably because of the blindness of the eyes, Gojo Satoru gradually found that his other senses seemed to become more sensitive than before. As long as he smelled this smell, the cream stew made by Machima would immediately appear in his mind. look.

Gojo Satoru asked, "Who ordered you to come?"

Dongshan Xiaohong said shyly, "It's...my boss, Miss Maqima."

Oh sure enough.

If you look at it this way, Mazima doesn't seem to intend to let him starve to death like this.

Gojo Satoru asked again: "Who made this dish?"

Dongshan Xiaohong was taken aback for a moment. Of course, she didn't expect Gojo Satoru to ask such a boring and unnutritious question, but she still hesitated and said, "...it's left over from the breakfast in the public security cafeteria."

After Dongshan Xiaohong finished speaking, she continued: "I don't know who did it, but if you really want to know, I can ask..."

It can be seen that the other party's desire to survive is extremely strong, and he is afraid that Gojo Satoru will beat her up if he gets angry.

For some unknown reason, Gojo Satoru suddenly let go of the opponent's wrist, and stepped back a little, hiding himself in the darkness of the cage.

He waved his hand in Dongshan Xiaohong's direction: "No need, let's go."

Dongshan Xiaohong withdrew her hand and looked at the white-haired man's disappointed look. For a moment, she felt that it was wrong to leave, and it was wrong not to leave, but she just stood there blankly.

Two seconds later, driven by the desire to survive, Dongshan Xiaohong left the scene without hesitation, got up and ran, not forgetting to lock the door back.

Hearing the sound of the lock being locked, Gojo Satoru tentatively touched the bowl of cream stew that had been placed on the ground with a spoon in it.

He picked up the bowl with one hand, held the handle of the spoon with the other, and began to eat bit by bit.

Gojo Satoru knew from the first bite that this stew was made by Maqima, the original taste, if not, it could only be said to be a perfect replica.

But of course, no one is free to learn crafts with Maqima. Gojo Satoru can't help but think that the employee benefits of the devil's police are really good. There is actually a boss who cooks breakfast himself.

It had to be said that it was past ten o'clock when he woke up, and he was obviously very hungry. He seemed to have eaten breakfast just after waking up, and it seemed to be still hot.

But why did that person say it was left over from the cafeteria in the morning?

So it should be at least two hours since breakfast time. Judging from the room temperature, the food should have been frozen cold by now.

It may also be that before serving it to him, Mazima specially took it to the microwave to heat it up.

But what exactly she was thinking, Gojo Satoru didn't know.

Generally speaking, do prisons give prisoners such good treatment?

No, maybe it would be nice to be able to stay alive.

Maqima's gentleness seems to be wholesale, she seems very careful, but in fact, to her, it is not worth mentioning at all, Gojo Satoru has long been used to it, and now he will not be angry because of this little thing. I think Macchima likes him.

But he still hoped that Maqima would like him even a little bit.

Gojo Satoru shook his head, throwing all his unrealistic thoughts out of his mind, and after finishing a bowl of familiar cream stew, he even felt a little unsatisfied.

Just when he was about to lie down on the ground and sleep again, he heard the sound of someone opening the door again.

This time the footsteps were no longer trembling as before, but solid and down-to-earth. Wujo Satoru knew that the person who came in was undoubtedly a man over fifty years old.

Shore walked slowly to the cage, looked at the white-haired man trapped inside, and said expressionlessly——

"—You are the 'husband' of Mazima who appeared out of nowhere, and I want to talk to you about something."