Find a way to own the 5t5

February X, 2007——

"Your task is to rescue Mr. Baomu who is trapped, and remove the curse in the house."

Very rare, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie acted together this time.

Because there are very few special conjurers, and all kinds of difficult curses appear all over the country, it is difficult to form a team together. After the astral body incident, they have basically done tasks alone.

"Jie." Gojo Satoru showed a wanton smile, clenched his right hand and touched the opponent, "It's been a long time since we went on a mission together."

A faint smile also appeared on Xia Youjie's face: "Yes, it's been a long time."

He almost forgot how he felt when he was on a mission with Satoru. Recently, he was always restrained by some heavy emotions, and he was finally able to breathe a little.

Seeing that neither of them paid attention to him, the assistant supervisor reminded again: "This mission is very important. Exorcising the curse is secondary. The most important thing is to rescue Mr. Baomu."

"He is an ordinary person who knows the curse, and he has given great support to the work of the magic circle."

Only then did Gojo Satoru turn his attention to the assistant supervisor, and said sarcastically: "Great support? He gave a lot of money."

The auxiliary supervisor neither admitted nor denied: "In short, your main task is to rescue him."

Gojo Satoru leaned forward slightly, observed the situation in the house carefully, and said inexplicably, "The curse of this amount...should have something to do with that Mr. Baomu himself."

Xia Youjie didn't understand what he meant, but the assistant supervisor understood immediately: "If you mean personal hobbies, it has nothing to do with the magic world."

"Personal hobbies?" Gojo Satoru snorted, and walked towards the villa surrounded by black air with his hands in his pockets. "It's disgusting to have such hobbies."

As the auxiliary supervisor put down the tent, they stepped into the gate of the villa.

The level of curses in the house was not high, and Gojo Satoru checked with six eyes and determined that the highest level was the second-level curse spirit squatting outside the attic.

So their main role in this mission is not to exorcise the curse spirits - as busy special-level warlocks, they acted at the same time after a year to save Baomu. Isn't it a good demonstration of the importance that the magic world attaches to Baomu? ?

In other words, this mission is political.

Casually releasing a few curse spirits to devour the surrounding curses, Xia Youjie paid more attention to what Gojo Wu said just now:

"Wu, what did you mean by what you just said?"

"That's it." Gojo Satoru walked leisurely among the pile of cursed spirits, like taking a walk, "There are a lot of bones in the basement of the house."

"Bone?"

"Well. You can see the continuous curse from above. That Baomu can't possibly be a good person. There is a high probability that he has caused it on his own."

Xia Youjie was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Wu, go save someone, I want to go to the basement."

"Ah?" Although I didn't really want to deal with that Baomu, but since Xia Youjie asked for it, Gojo Wu thought about it and agreed, "Okay."

The battered wooden stairs were full of dark red and mottled marks, making an unpleasant creaking and moaning when Xia Youjie stepped on it.

There were countless curses trying to attack him along the way. Before disappearing, they cursed "disgusting" and "scared" repeatedly. There was also a weak curse spirit that fell to the ground and kept struggling and shouting "Mom". Jie swallowed the spell in one gulp.

The iron door of the basement was wide open, and the sound of low footsteps echoed in the empty stone cave, once, again, as if stepping on the heart, inexplicably making one's chest tighten.

When I went down to the last step of the stairs, what I saw was the concrete wall that was broken by violence, revealing the human bones buried deep below.

Broken, scattered, and even unable to spell out a complete human form.

Even so, it can still be judged from the huge number of fragmented bones that there can never be only a few corpses buried here.

"—!!"

The newly formed mantra broke through the piled bones, and the top skull was violently blown away. After flipping in the air, it landed not far from Xia Youjie, and rolled to his feet with the remaining strength.

The skull was broken from the position of the Tianling Gai, leaving only the left half of the face, and the empty eye sockets happened to meet his line of sight, wisps of black air continued to emerge from the eye sockets, and then slowly disappeared into the air.

Like black tears.

……

Baomu is an ordinary person.

Weak ordinary people who should be protected by conjurers.

who brutally murdered his own countrymen...

Ordinary people.

Xia Youjie watched the scene in front of him quietly, with a dark shadow cast over his dark eyes.

The curse born from the bones ignored Xia Youjie who was standing here. The moment his body was formed, he rushed towards the big hole above, as if there was something there that they hated so much.

The sound of explosions piercing through the house suddenly sounded, and accompanied by the scream of the curse spirit, Gojo Satoru's disgusted voice: "Ah, all the curses are surrounded outside this room, it's so disgusting."

It was followed by gloating: "It's really rare for everyone to hate the same person like this. If it weren't for the enchantment, they would have died long ago."

The angry roar of the curse spirit became louder, as if knowing that he could not achieve his goal, they all flocked towards Gojo Wu.

"Okay, okay, don't rush forward so enthusiastically, I also..."

The voice behind could not be heard clearly, and Xia Youjie, who had been standing still for a long time, also moved, stretched out his right hand, and then lightly clenched it, the curse attached to the bone was easily swallowed by his curse spirit.

"Curse spells exist to protect non-magicians. No matter what, you shouldn't let curses harm ordinary people..."

Xia Youjie smiled, but there was no emotion in his voice.

It seemed to be convincing the pile of bones scattered in front of him, and it seemed to be convincing himself.

"This is the way society should be."

Baomu is a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance. He wears suits and leather shoes at home. Even though he has been trapped in the room before, when he reappears in front of others, he is still calm and composed.

Gojo Wu leaned his head to Xia Youjie, covered his mouth and complained in a low voice: "You are so calm even though you are surrounded by curse spirits. You can pretend too much. You thought you could see this guy crying when you opened the door."

The middle-aged man smiled gently at them, "If it wasn't for the help of the two super-class magicians, I would still be trapped in the room. I didn't expect the two of you to be students, and they are indeed young and promising."

After saying that, the secretary who followed the man bowed deeply to them: "Thank you very much."

With a courteous and thoughtful posture, it is completely impossible to see that Baomu is the culprit who is hated by all the curse spirits.

Not wanting to listen to such boring scenes, Gojo Satoru said casually: "It doesn't matter, it's just a task anyway."

"I want to ask." Xia Youjie's eyes were on Baomu, his tone was calm, but the content was extremely sharp, "What's going on with the countless bones in the basement?"

The smile on Baomu's face faded slightly.

He heard that one of the two super warlocks was the six-eyed Gotiao family who only appeared once in hundreds of years. He had an arrogant and perverted personality. It must be Gotjo Wuto who could ask such impolite questions.

"It's Gojo-kun, about..."

A sincere smile was put on his face again, and when he was about to explain, he saw the white-haired boy next to him burst out laughing.

"Hahahahaha, can't you tell the difference between people? I'm Gojo Satoru." Gojo Satoru didn't show any face, and smiled exaggeratedly, "Didn't those old people even show you the photos? Thanks to you Still a partner."

……

Is this the five enlightenments?The tone was really annoying.

but……

Baomu smiled more modestly and kindly: "Is that so? I'm sorry, it was my mistake."

Can Xia Youjie, who is listed in the information as a rare conjurer with a gentle personality, ask that kind of question?

It seems that the information given to him by the magic world cannot be trusted.

"Mr. Xia You." He adjusted his posture and faced Xia Youjie, "I'm not very clear about what you said. I just bought this house this year. It must be the sin left by the previous owner."

"So many lives were brutally killed, and I am also very sorry. Fortunately, they were discovered by coincidence. Although there is no way to find the murderer, I will bury them properly, please rest assured."

Xia Youjie: "Is there no way to find the murderer? Just bring the previous owner back and ask him if he can find out."

Baomu sighed in a half-true manner, and said: "Mr. Sato went abroad after selling the house to me. There is no contact information, and I don't know where he is now."

"I will send these bones to the police station and ask them to check whether they are registered missing persons."

He stared straight at Xia Youjie, without changing his humble demeanor, without leaking, "I hope to get a good result."

He acted very cautiously. Not only could he not find the previous owner, but he was also sure that there were no such people among the people registered for disappearance. Ordinary legal means could not punish him at all.

And because of the cooperation, it is impossible for the conjuration community to take action against him, not to mention that the conjuration community has an attitude of having nothing to do with such ordinary people's criminal cases.

Completely fearless.

Gojo Satoru raised his hands, and slowly applauded Baomu in admiration: "Excellent, it seems that your response is quite sufficient,"

"Aren't you afraid of kicking the iron plate one day if you do such a thing?"

Baomu's expression remained unchanged: "That's something the murderer needs to consider."

Xia Youjie listened to the sharpness hidden in the two people's words, and the image in his vision seemed to be twisted into a chaotic vortex by an invisible force.

The layers of corpses in the basement appeared before his eyes again, empty eye sockets one after another, staring at him silently.

……

Disgusting.

He couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hands, suppressing the constant nausea in his stomach.

Jay.

Jay?

Gojo Satoru's magnified face suddenly appeared in front of him: "Jie? What are you thinking?"

Xia Youjie suddenly came to his senses, Baomu had already left, and there were only him and Wujo Wu left in the house.

"Why are you in a trance, are you uncomfortable?" Gojo Satoru patted him on the shoulder and asked with concern.

"No... nothing... just thinking about something."

"That's it." Gojo Satoru put his hand down, put it casually on the custom-made cabinet, and said casually, "Although there is no evidence from ordinary people, it is okay to be self-willed once in a while."

"Do you want to kill? That guy."

Gojo Wu saw that Xia Youjie was obsessed with the pile of bones in the basement, so he made this suggestion. Anyway, he didn't care much about the opinions of the old people above.

"No, it's nothing special, it's just a well-known ugly thing."

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes and rejected the proposal.

"Conjurers cannot attack ordinary people."

"..." Gojo Satoru showed an indescribable expression, and looked away, "It's this inexplicable theory again, it's super disgusting."

Xia Youjie did not argue with him like last year, but replied in a very soft voice: "Maybe."

Gojo Satoru didn't care about his sudden depression, and took the lead to leave: "Let's go, we can go back to work."

"……Um."

Xia Youjie looked back at the dark basement entrance for the last time, lowered his head to cover the expression in his eyes, and left.