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In the end, Gojo Satoru told us everything he could say.

There is "curse power" in this world. Apart from the "curse masters" and "curse masters" who are human beings who can use "curse power", there are also "curse spirits"-that is, the negative emotions that are vented through human beings. A curse formed in biological form.

To put it simply, magicians and cursers are humans who can use spell power; curse spirits are monsters who can use spell power.

"...A creature formed by negative emotions?"

Gojo Satoru walked slowly beside me with his hands in his pockets: "Yes, tens of thousands of people die in the hands of the 'curse' every year, and it is considered a good death to leave the remains of the body... This kind of thing is actually a human being. Isn't it ironic that it was created?"

My focus is on another place: "It's very similar to the debris parasites we want to collect, and it is also formed by negative emotions, but the appearance is very disgusting."

"Oh?" He looked sideways, "What exactly is it?"

"Hmm... the body looks soft, and some black things will flow..." I held back for a long time and couldn't think of a suitable adjective, and finally chose to give up, "Forget it, the description is not clear, you will know when you see it later gone."

"Hey, isn't this more curious?"

He looked like he wanted to say something, but the train just entered the station, and after choosing a seat to sit down, he turned into a look of "I'm so tired and don't want to talk".

Change face super fast.

There were not many people in the whole car, and they all sat in different directions without interfering with each other, with a wide private space between them.Gojo Satoru and I sat in the corner of this carriage, with a wide field of vision, and we could see the entire carriage clearly when we raised our eyes.

I sat down with my hands on my knees, and Gojo Gojo spread his legs wide apart, leaning his head on the back of the seat carelessly, and shaking his legs rhythmically.

…Speaking of which, I used to shake my legs too, and the old man forced me to get rid of this problem.

Good things get shaken off.

He always said that, and I didn't have anything at that time, so I was afraid that I would shake off some good things, so I got rid of that habit, and the results were all lies.

A female voice announced the name of the station on the radio, and I looked up at the name of the station, and there were still five stations away from where I should get off.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bunch of white hairs appearing beside him, and when he turned his head, he saw Gojo Wuli very close and rubbing his own chin with his hand.

I have absolutely no idea what this guy wants to do.

I looked at him inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

He stared at me for a while, and complained in an exaggerated tone: "It's so boring... let's play a quiz game! I'll go first! Why don't you ask me more questions about spell spirits?"

"Because it's not necessary, and I won't stay here for a long time, I just need to know about it."

"Ah, is it because the boss is not here, so you want to be lazy?"

"..." Does this person never listen to others?And this is the second question.

【I'm here】

Electronic sounds suddenly popped up in my head, and Gojo Satoru had a hellish expression on his face.

"It can't come out directly, so it will stay in my head for a while." I explained to him, "Because of the connection, you can hear it too... After three days, you can't hear it anymore."

Gojo Satoru got a little closer, and the tip of his nose almost touched my face. This person was unconscious and even sighed in a surprised tone: "Amazing! I can't see any trace of it at all, it's really in your mind in?"

I hid back for a while, but he came close again, so I had to try to push him with my hands: "It's just in my mind in a spiritual sense, for the convenience of communication, it's not in itself..."

Then pushing him failed again, never touching him at all.

"You can't touch mine."

"...Then you should stay away from me!"

"It's too much, didn't you say you like me?" He took off his sunglasses and looked at me with those clear ice blue eyes, "What about now?"

I immediately calmed down: "Super beautiful, I like you."

These eyes are really amazing, the blue has the transparency of the sky, I like it so much.

Gojo Satoru collapsed on his seat with a sudden laugh.

【…】

The black mud didn't speak, but I could clearly feel the fluctuations it produced—the complex emotions of hesitating to speak.

I reluctantly watched him put on his sunglasses again, and suddenly remembered the judgment he blurted out before, and asked him, "By the way...why did you think I was a curser before?"

"Because I can see, these six eyes can see the magic power in detail." He pointed to his eyes and said, "I see that your body is full of flowing magic power, plus it suddenly brought me to that kind of magic power." The place... will only think you are a curse master."

"You came here on your own initiative, not us." I corrected him and asked again, "But I have never used the magic power you mentioned. What is it like?"

Gojo Satoru clenched his fist against his jaw, and looked at me for a long time as if thinking: "Maybe it's because you haven't encountered a situation where you need to use mana power, or maybe it's because you haven't been born with a spell... I don't know, after all, I'm also the first It’s time to meet someone from another world~”

"What is the birth technique?"

"The spells that have been engraved in my body since birth, or maybe it's an innate talent." He raised his index finger to rest on my open palm, leaving a little space, "And my spells There is no limit."

"Understood, so you can use spells if you have the birth formula and spell power, right?"

"It also requires special brain architecture."

"...It's really troublesome." I leaned my head back on the seat, staring straight at the red graffiti on the top of the train, "So I have never used the so-called magic power, probably because I have no talent."

"Yeah, it should be like this, so poor."

"........."

I asked him seriously: "If it wasn't for being so strong, you should have been beaten to death long ago."

"Is that so? It's true that I'm the strongest." He didn't know what he thought of, he chuckled, and hung crookedly on the seat, "But seriously, I've died once, right? ——Almost Really dead."

"Will you be afraid?"

He danced and gestured something, "All! All! No! I don't even have anger, and I feel excited from the bottom of my heart, thinking—ah, this world really makes me very comfortable!"

"It would be great if you could use that trick on me. What blows me up, hahahaha, I'm looking forward to it."

As he spoke, he laughed again, and his naked eyes kept sweeping across my body, which had nothing to do with sex, but a provocation from a more pure and primitive beast to show its strength.

"You really know (that trick), and you didn't lie to me?" He said maliciously.

I looked at him without blinking, and I always felt that now he was a bit like the arrogant and arrogant lion cub before his coronation. He was about to shoulder the responsibility but still retained his youthful spirit, always thinking of stretching out his claws to provoke something.

So cute, the whole person is shining brightly in the sun.

Why didn't I realize that apart from his eyes, he was also very beautiful?

……

want to.

Whether it's the eyes or the person.

I want it all.

The fingers resting on the seat moved slightly, feeling itchy in the heart.

"I like you." This is the first time I said that when he was wearing sunglasses, "It feels like you are shining."

His arrogant and smirking expression suddenly froze, with a look of confusion: "Ah...... Ah?"

"Can I touch your hair?"

While saying this, I also stretched out my hand tentatively, thinking that if I was blocked by the lower limit, I would just pretend to withdraw my hand as if nothing had happened-but it actually happened?

Soft and fluffy, with some residual warmth after being exposed to the sun.

The sunglasses that were hanging firmly on the bridge of the nose slid a little, revealing a half-shocked look.The expression also changed from "I haven't seen any scene" at the beginning to "I've never seen this scene", and he sat there upright and let me touch his head.

"Qingdao Station is here, the door on the right is about to open."

As soon as the notification sounded on the radio, Gojo Satoru bounced from the seat at the speed of light like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and jumped out as soon as the train door opened, which made me stunned for a while.

"It's so positive, I didn't expect him to be so interested in the reaction of fragments." I said to Hei Ni, "It's a pity that he is not an employee. With him around, we will definitely be able to collect the fragments soon."

Hei Ni disagreed with me: [No, I don’t think he rushed out because he was interested]

I retorted: "You are not human, how do you know?"

[This has nothing to do with being human or not! 】

Qingdao Station is an unmanned station on the Nichinan Line. In the past, there were quite a lot of tourists because there was a famous Qingdao Shrine here, but today there was no one else except me and Gojo Satoru.

There are palm trees everywhere, and the island is surrounded by subtropical plants, full of tropical style.Gojo Satoru was standing at the end of the station, with his right hand raised high and waving at me, and his left hand open to his mouth: "Hey!—Hurry up!"

I ran a few steps to catch up with him, and then walked out with him.

The look of being awkward on the train just now has disappeared, replaced by eagerness: "I have never been to Aoshima in Miyazaki, are you going to the shrine?"

"Potato, are you going to the shrine?" I asked Heini.

【Yes, the debris reacts in that direction】

"Why is it called a potato?" Gojo Satoru asked quite naturally, putting his hand on my shoulder, "No matter how you look at it, the dark lump doesn't match the shape of a potato."

I gave him a strange look: "Potatoes look like this, a pitch-black mass, smells strange, and feels soft to the touch."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then clicked his tongue: "It must be rotten."

I thought about it, and realized that he might be right, but it didn't matter: "Maybe, but the potatoes I saw when I was a child were like this, and I'm used to it. Let's just treat it like this."

"Even if it's a special discount, you won't sell potatoes like this."

"Special discount?" I tilted my head in confusion. "There is no such thing. We all survive by robbing resources. Children fight with children, adults fight with adults."

Suddenly brought up something from my childhood, and I happily recalled: "The old man gave me a black potato as a birthday present. That was the first time I saw it, but I didn't eat it. I hid it in the box."

"By the way, I also grabbed milk. Although it is expired, it feels better than the milk I drank when I grew up."

Telling the past is not a sad thing for me. On the contrary, it is because people I trust live in the memories that I can laugh without any scruples when I mention these things.

But Gojo Satoru was uncharacteristically silent.

I thought I would arrive at my destination so quietly, but just as I was walking, my neck was suddenly strangled by a strong arm.I was forced to look up but couldn't see his face, only the angular jaw and rolling Adam's apple.

"So you haven't eaten anything delicious, why don't I invite you—how about it, do you want to try something else?"

When he spoke, his mandible moved. I just looked at his bones and didn't pay much attention to what he said. When I realized it, several seconds had passed since he finished speaking.

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru bent down and kept his eyes level with mine, "Why don't you speak?"

Are you sympathizing with me?

I rarely encounter such a thing, and I don’t know what to reply, so I had to ask clearly first: “Are you sympathizing with me?”

He let out a long "Huh—?", and leaned back in surprise: "Do you think you should be sympathized?"

I shook my head: "No, I don't think that has anything to do with it."

"That's it." Gojo Satoru spread his hands innocently, "I just treat you to dinner."

Although I haven't met him for a long time, I always feel that he has this kind of personality that can do whatever he wants, so there should be no problem?

I wanted to nod and found that I was strangled and couldn't move, so I tried my best to break off his arm, and then nodded: "Okay, thank you."

I don't know what made him laugh with my action, he bowed down and pressed his knee again and started laughing wildly.

The surrounding area of ​​Qingdao is a strange sea erosion terrain. After millions of years of coastal erosion, the striped rocks formed by the alternating accumulation of sandstone and mudstone are called "ghost and god laundry slate rocks".

Not far away is an orange-red Oshima Residence, behind which is the famous Qingdao Shrine.The approach to the shrine is lined with wash-slate rocks, giving the illusion of sacredness mixed with twists.

The moment we set foot on the approach, the vast coast, the sound of the undulating tide, and even the stone road under our feet completely disappeared, leaving only the boundless and silent sea around us. is the only dirt road that winds and is muddy.

"Birth field?"

Gojo Wu pulled a handful of hair, grinned and said, "Is it actually a curse spirit? It's amazing... I didn't see any filth before I came in."